Giant Ukrainian Salt Mine Takes Center Stage in War
I don't know if I've posted this before (so if I have, my apologies) but this is just one of many fiercely fought over locations in Ukraine, with an extensive underground network. Yes, it's a salt mine, but it runs over 125 miles underground. There's every chance that there's something else they're after down there, if the rest of the Donbas region is anything to go by and I believe that there very well might be?
One we'll be coming back to...
https://www.wsj.com/articles/giant-ukrainian-salt-mine-takes-center-stage-in-war-11673610354?reflink=share_mobilewebshare
I don't know if I've posted this before (so if I have, my apologies) but this is just one of many fiercely fought over locations in Ukraine, with an extensive underground network. Yes, it's a salt mine, but it runs over 125 miles underground. There's every chance that there's something else they're after down there, if the rest of the Donbas region is anything to go by and I believe that there very well might be?
One we'll be coming back to...
https://www.wsj.com/articles/giant-ukrainian-salt-mine-takes-center-stage-in-war-11673610354?reflink=share_mobilewebshare
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Giant Ukrainian Salt Mine Takes Center Stage in War
Russia’s Wagner paramilitary group has set its sights on taking what it sees as a military and economic asset.
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Will the Thai Government Be The First to Sue Pfizer / BioNTech? | The Liberty Beacon
Anyone else hear about this?
Finding it difficult to find any legitimate sources on this, but unsurprisingly, I'm finding it difficult?
https://www.thelibertybeacon.com/will-the-thai-government-be-the-first-to-sue-pfizer-biontech/
Anyone else hear about this?
Finding it difficult to find any legitimate sources on this, but unsurprisingly, I'm finding it difficult?
https://www.thelibertybeacon.com/will-the-thai-government-be-the-first-to-sue-pfizer-biontech/
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Dr. Sucharit Bhakdi has demonstrated how the Thai princess may be in a coma due to vaccine damage. The govt has promised to sue Pfizer BioNTech.
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Treadwater
This one's a bit big and bouncy, like Scarlett Johansen's norks (or the musical equivalent of them anyway!)
Enjoy!
https://youtu.be/5bMXgxVRczQ
This one's a bit big and bouncy, like Scarlett Johansen's norks (or the musical equivalent of them anyway!)
Enjoy!
https://youtu.be/5bMXgxVRczQ
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Treadwater
A big and bouncy Techstep track (like the musical equivalent of Scarlett Johansen's norks!) to bounce around your bedroom / kitchen / other room in your house / in the supermarket to! (Though the latter is likely to cause some to call the men in white coats…
Forwarded from The Rio Times
A big New Zealand study reveals high rates of kidney injury after the Pfizer jab
By Alex Berenson
Drawing on a national database of over four million people, researchers in New Zealand have found a strong association between Pfizer’s mRNA Covid shot and kidney injuries.
In the three weeks after a mRNA jab, the risk of acute kidney injury rose 60 percent, the researchers found. They reported almost 1,800 extra cases - the equivalent of over 100,000 extra cases of kidney injury in the United States.
The finding was posted as a “preprint” in The Lancet’s database on Friday, Jan. 20. It is the third signal from a large government-managed database linking the Pfizer’s mRNA shots to serious side effects in only the last six weeks.
The authors did not define “acute kidney injury,” a term that can cover anything from relatively benign changes on laboratory tests to a serious loss of renal function.
Still, the finding is yet another signal of the potential cardiovascular risks of the mRNAs. The kidneys essentially function as filters for the blood, and renal injuries often result from reduced blood flow to the kidneys.
The researchers also found elevated rates of heart inflammation, blood clots, and platelet damage in the weeks after one or both of the shots. In all, they found a statistical link between the Pfizer shot for four of the 12 conditions they examined.
Continue reading here:
https://alexberenson.substack.com/p/urgent-a-big-new-zealand-study-reveals?utm_source=post-email-noscript&publication_id=363080&post_id=99115494&isFreemail=false&utm_medium=email
By Alex Berenson
Drawing on a national database of over four million people, researchers in New Zealand have found a strong association between Pfizer’s mRNA Covid shot and kidney injuries.
In the three weeks after a mRNA jab, the risk of acute kidney injury rose 60 percent, the researchers found. They reported almost 1,800 extra cases - the equivalent of over 100,000 extra cases of kidney injury in the United States.
The finding was posted as a “preprint” in The Lancet’s database on Friday, Jan. 20. It is the third signal from a large government-managed database linking the Pfizer’s mRNA shots to serious side effects in only the last six weeks.
The authors did not define “acute kidney injury,” a term that can cover anything from relatively benign changes on laboratory tests to a serious loss of renal function.
Still, the finding is yet another signal of the potential cardiovascular risks of the mRNAs. The kidneys essentially function as filters for the blood, and renal injuries often result from reduced blood flow to the kidneys.
The researchers also found elevated rates of heart inflammation, blood clots, and platelet damage in the weeks after one or both of the shots. In all, they found a statistical link between the Pfizer shot for four of the 12 conditions they examined.
Continue reading here:
https://alexberenson.substack.com/p/urgent-a-big-new-zealand-study-reveals?utm_source=post-email-noscript&publication_id=363080&post_id=99115494&isFreemail=false&utm_medium=email
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If fashion is indeed an expression of the "now" and the state of the culture in which fashion is created, then our culture is indeed moving probably bit away from reason.
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When a Ukrainian General told the truth about who really pulls the strings in Ukraine.
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HellBlade: Senua's Sacrifice
I forgot how much I absolutely love this game!
In fact, I love it so much I've used samples from the dialogues (or should that be monologues, seeing as she's schizophrenic and talking to her alters) heavily on my latest batch of tunes!!
Seriously, if you want to experience how it feels to be schizophrenic, wear headphones during your play through!
The difference in your audio experience is mind blowing, whispers, unseen echoes of voices from nowhere. My brother is schizophrenic and he said this is nails it.
Helped me understand him better!
The combat feels so fluid and responsive (especially seeing as, during this replay through it again, I knew which button to press, to block! 🤦♂️ That first time, not blocking all the way through, has taught me how to dodge effectively?) dodges, parries, counters and kicks, blend effortlessly into your strikes and therefore into one another, creating a seamless ballet of strikes and positioning!!
Can't wait for the sequel?
I forgot how much I absolutely love this game!
In fact, I love it so much I've used samples from the dialogues (or should that be monologues, seeing as she's schizophrenic and talking to her alters) heavily on my latest batch of tunes!!
Seriously, if you want to experience how it feels to be schizophrenic, wear headphones during your play through!
The difference in your audio experience is mind blowing, whispers, unseen echoes of voices from nowhere. My brother is schizophrenic and he said this is nails it.
Helped me understand him better!
The combat feels so fluid and responsive (especially seeing as, during this replay through it again, I knew which button to press, to block! 🤦♂️ That first time, not blocking all the way through, has taught me how to dodge effectively?) dodges, parries, counters and kicks, blend effortlessly into your strikes and therefore into one another, creating a seamless ballet of strikes and positioning!!
Can't wait for the sequel?
Forwarded from Middle Aged Gamer's Against Ideological Bullshit
More Hellblade!
Those who've heard my latest tracks, will recognise elements of these clips.
This also gives you an idea of how contradictory, the separate elements within the schizophrenic mind interact and behave as separate entities in their own right?
Those who've heard my latest tracks, will recognise elements of these clips.
This also gives you an idea of how contradictory, the separate elements within the schizophrenic mind interact and behave as separate entities in their own right?
My 2nd meeting with Bill Gates (I know it surprised me too!)
For a change, I thought we'd take a trip into the surreal and recount my next meeting with Mr. Gates, after the incident that unfortunately (that, apparently it wasn't successful in doing it's job!) culminated in me shooting him?
For some reason, during the time I've not seen him he has convinced himself that I'm his therapist, for reasons I'm not sure of and that Bill hasn't told me?
Still it pays a few million a session apparently, so that's a bonus I suppose?
He supposedly goes through therapists, like Katie Price goes through husbands... So I'm not sure how long this weird arrangement will last?
Anyway, without further ado, here is, the trannoscript of:
My 2nd conversation with Bill Gates
A video version, will come at some point? (Does anyone know how to make deep fakes? Lol)
Me: Hello Mr. Gates, remember me?
Bill Gates: Of course I do Sam, how could I forget you?
Sam: Yes Mr. Gates, how could you forget me indeed?
Bill: Well of course I wouldn't, after all, you shot me. Granted, it wasn't in anywhere on my body that was all that vitally important, but it certainly taught me a valuable lesson.
Me: Well yes, I'd never have guessed that shooting you in the head wouldn't do you too much damage... Though it does make sense?...
Perhaps if I'd aimed for your arse, then things might've been very different?
Bill: Indeed Sam.
Me: Indeed...
[smiles reassuringly at Mr. Gates, accompanied by a steely stare]
Me: Now, Mr. Gates...
Bill: Call me Bill, please?
Me: Very well... Bill...
Bill: After all we're like blood brothers now aren't we?
Me: Er?...
How so?
[Let's out a slightly embarrassed chuckle]
You'll have to forgive me, I'm failing to make that connection?
Bill: Well you shot me in the head, my blood sprayed everywhere. Particularly as I stood up and shook your hand, before leaving our last session. You likely don't remember, as you were beating my secretary Sharon around the head with a foam, finger and ranting.
It went everywhere, so you must've got some on you surely?
Me: Nope! Not a drop... I was perfectly clean when I came to!
Did you say your secretary was named Sharon?
Bill: Yep.
Me: Despite the fact that... Sharon, has a full beard and speaks with a Norwegian accent? A very deep, very male Norwegian accent?
Bill: Yes but doesn't she wear those summer dresses well?
She has the legs for it, wouldn't you agree?
Me: God no! They're doubly hairier than Sean Conery's chest... Because they're mens legs! Manly hairy legs!
Bill: Correction Sam, they're completely feminine, manly hairy legs!
[Sam's palm hits his own face several times]
Bill: Anyway, Sharon's legs are of no concern... We have more pressing matters... Are you sure that there was no blood on you?
Not one single drop?
Me: Nope, not a one. Of that I'm quite certain.
Bill: Bu... But?... How? I was bleeding everywhere...
It was literally spraying like a fountain out the hole in my forehead... It must've hit you a little bit surely?
Sam: But Bill, you forget one thing, you don't actually have any blood, as you're not a human being are you?
If anything, it was engine oil and fairy washing up liquid... Autumn breeze scent, I believe?
Horrible smell!
Your blood isn't really blood, just like you aren't a philanthropist either? Though that engine oil has seriously lubricated my cars engine and doubled my bhp somehow?
You don't happen to fart nitrous oxide do you as well?
Bill: Er... Sorry, what?
Me: Nevermind, it was a daft idea, you'd never have something that explosive so close to your brain and besides, you fart out of your mouth!
[Bill ponders on what I've just said for moment]
Bill: Oh yeah, I keep forgetting about that, I've been around you talking monkeys for so long, it's hard to not forget I'm not like you guys... You know, humans...
You're so fun, it... it's Infectious...
It just makes me want to be a real boy?
Me: Well yes... I can see how that would be difficult?
For a change, I thought we'd take a trip into the surreal and recount my next meeting with Mr. Gates, after the incident that unfortunately (that, apparently it wasn't successful in doing it's job!) culminated in me shooting him?
For some reason, during the time I've not seen him he has convinced himself that I'm his therapist, for reasons I'm not sure of and that Bill hasn't told me?
Still it pays a few million a session apparently, so that's a bonus I suppose?
He supposedly goes through therapists, like Katie Price goes through husbands... So I'm not sure how long this weird arrangement will last?
Anyway, without further ado, here is, the trannoscript of:
My 2nd conversation with Bill Gates
A video version, will come at some point? (Does anyone know how to make deep fakes? Lol)
Me: Hello Mr. Gates, remember me?
Bill Gates: Of course I do Sam, how could I forget you?
Sam: Yes Mr. Gates, how could you forget me indeed?
Bill: Well of course I wouldn't, after all, you shot me. Granted, it wasn't in anywhere on my body that was all that vitally important, but it certainly taught me a valuable lesson.
Me: Well yes, I'd never have guessed that shooting you in the head wouldn't do you too much damage... Though it does make sense?...
Perhaps if I'd aimed for your arse, then things might've been very different?
Bill: Indeed Sam.
Me: Indeed...
[smiles reassuringly at Mr. Gates, accompanied by a steely stare]
Me: Now, Mr. Gates...
Bill: Call me Bill, please?
Me: Very well... Bill...
Bill: After all we're like blood brothers now aren't we?
Me: Er?...
How so?
[Let's out a slightly embarrassed chuckle]
You'll have to forgive me, I'm failing to make that connection?
Bill: Well you shot me in the head, my blood sprayed everywhere. Particularly as I stood up and shook your hand, before leaving our last session. You likely don't remember, as you were beating my secretary Sharon around the head with a foam, finger and ranting.
It went everywhere, so you must've got some on you surely?
Me: Nope! Not a drop... I was perfectly clean when I came to!
Did you say your secretary was named Sharon?
Bill: Yep.
Me: Despite the fact that... Sharon, has a full beard and speaks with a Norwegian accent? A very deep, very male Norwegian accent?
Bill: Yes but doesn't she wear those summer dresses well?
She has the legs for it, wouldn't you agree?
Me: God no! They're doubly hairier than Sean Conery's chest... Because they're mens legs! Manly hairy legs!
Bill: Correction Sam, they're completely feminine, manly hairy legs!
[Sam's palm hits his own face several times]
Bill: Anyway, Sharon's legs are of no concern... We have more pressing matters... Are you sure that there was no blood on you?
Not one single drop?
Me: Nope, not a one. Of that I'm quite certain.
Bill: Bu... But?... How? I was bleeding everywhere...
It was literally spraying like a fountain out the hole in my forehead... It must've hit you a little bit surely?
Sam: But Bill, you forget one thing, you don't actually have any blood, as you're not a human being are you?
If anything, it was engine oil and fairy washing up liquid... Autumn breeze scent, I believe?
Horrible smell!
Your blood isn't really blood, just like you aren't a philanthropist either? Though that engine oil has seriously lubricated my cars engine and doubled my bhp somehow?
You don't happen to fart nitrous oxide do you as well?
Bill: Er... Sorry, what?
Me: Nevermind, it was a daft idea, you'd never have something that explosive so close to your brain and besides, you fart out of your mouth!
[Bill ponders on what I've just said for moment]
Bill: Oh yeah, I keep forgetting about that, I've been around you talking monkeys for so long, it's hard to not forget I'm not like you guys... You know, humans...
You're so fun, it... it's Infectious...
It just makes me want to be a real boy?
Me: Well yes... I can see how that would be difficult?
[Slight pause for, what looks like time for Bill to reflect, or he might need to fart, it's hard to tell? Suddenly, there's a slight wisp of smoke, that floats up from his ears]
Bill: Hang on! I just realised what you said there? I am so a philanthropist...
Me: So we're ending the pleasantries and chance to catch up and beginning our session are we?
Bill: Yes!
Me: Very well... Bill, you are not a phanthro...
Oh, before I forget, Because of the outcome of our previous session, I will be charging from my entering the room, if that's OK with you?
Bill: I am a philanthropi... Er? Certainly... Usual rate?
Me: yes that is quite satisfactory
... Right... Where were we?
Bill: I was telling you I that I am a philanthropist and you were telling me I wasn't...
Me: Really? That is the total extent of our progress?
Bill: Well yes? I thought we were doing rather well and making excellent headway?
Me: How exactly, by all measures we appear to be right back where we started, with you believing you're a philanthropist...
Bill: That's because I am...
Me: No Bill, you're not.
Bill: Yes Sam, I am.
Me: No Bill, you're not.
Bill: Yes Sam, I am.
Me: No Bill, you're not.
Bill: Yes Sam, I am.
Me: No Bi... What the hell am I doing?
Bill: Well I believe what you're doing Sam, is having an argument, with me!
Sam: Bill... Number 1: Don't act smug, remember the rules we agreed upon? If you act smug, I punch your wife, Kevin Kline... I mean Melinda... Sorry!
And numb...
Bill: Er? Sam...
Me: ... er 2: we aren't having an argum...
Bill: Sam! I'm no longer mar...
Me: ... ent, this is just contradiction!
Bill: ... ied, we're getting a divorce!
Me: I'm sorry... What?
Bill: You can't punch my wife, because Kev and I... Oops! I mean... Smelly Melly, looks like a Welly and I are getting a divorce!
Me: Oh... Bugger! So who can I punch now then, as a deterrent whenever you act smug?
Bill: Well I'm quite fond of Jeff over there?
Jeff: Er? Mr. Gates?
Bill: Yes Jeff...
Jeff: My names not Jeff, it's actually Malcolm...
Bill: Really Jeff... Er? I mean... Mal...
Jeff Malcolm: It's Mal... Malcolm, yes!
Bill: ... colm, Malcolm. Yes... Malcolm!
[tries faking an apologetic smile atJeff, I mean, Malcolm]
Me: You're so fond of him aren't you, one of your own men? His life means that much to you, that you can't remember his name?
Bill: Well if I employed him, he'd get a good benefits package, nice pension plan, his wages may be a bit lower than most, but it'd be made up through our contractual humiliation clause... So he'd certainly be valued, to a degree...
Me: What do you mean, if you employed him... He doesn't work for you?
Bill: What? No... He's not one of yours?
Me: No!... Hang on! You were telling me you were fond of him, despite thinking he was one of my detail?
Bill: Well yes... I wouldn't want you hitting one of my men, I'd hate for them to get seriously hurt?
Me: Well Bill... I have to say, that is a significant breakthrough, as you feeling that an employee of yours has value, is a tremendous step forward...
Bill: Of course I don't want one of my men to get hurt, my insurance premiums on them and the sick pay I'd have to pay would cost me a fortune, for an essentially useless employee!!
I'd rather they didn't get any broken bones, from your...
[looks at the security detail, on his side of the room, who're looking a little hurt by the conversation so far...]
testing of their efficacy?
[one of the men has clearly had enough, lunges at Sam, fist raised and then launches towards him and... What follows isn't abundantly clear, but it somehow results in the bodyguard, ending up a crumpled mess on the floor, with one arm twisted into a knot, that has tied it around his leg, in a split second... The knot is a clove hitch I believe?]
Bill: Exactly like that... That's 6 months, with a man down and costing me around a mil, mil and a half... For fu...
Bill: Hang on! I just realised what you said there? I am so a philanthropist...
Me: So we're ending the pleasantries and chance to catch up and beginning our session are we?
Bill: Yes!
Me: Very well... Bill, you are not a phanthro...
Oh, before I forget, Because of the outcome of our previous session, I will be charging from my entering the room, if that's OK with you?
Bill: I am a philanthropi... Er? Certainly... Usual rate?
Me: yes that is quite satisfactory
... Right... Where were we?
Bill: I was telling you I that I am a philanthropist and you were telling me I wasn't...
Me: Really? That is the total extent of our progress?
Bill: Well yes? I thought we were doing rather well and making excellent headway?
Me: How exactly, by all measures we appear to be right back where we started, with you believing you're a philanthropist...
Bill: That's because I am...
Me: No Bill, you're not.
Bill: Yes Sam, I am.
Me: No Bill, you're not.
Bill: Yes Sam, I am.
Me: No Bill, you're not.
Bill: Yes Sam, I am.
Me: No Bi... What the hell am I doing?
Bill: Well I believe what you're doing Sam, is having an argument, with me!
Sam: Bill... Number 1: Don't act smug, remember the rules we agreed upon? If you act smug, I punch your wife, Kevin Kline... I mean Melinda... Sorry!
And numb...
Bill: Er? Sam...
Me: ... er 2: we aren't having an argum...
Bill: Sam! I'm no longer mar...
Me: ... ent, this is just contradiction!
Bill: ... ied, we're getting a divorce!
Me: I'm sorry... What?
Bill: You can't punch my wife, because Kev and I... Oops! I mean... Smelly Melly, looks like a Welly and I are getting a divorce!
Me: Oh... Bugger! So who can I punch now then, as a deterrent whenever you act smug?
Bill: Well I'm quite fond of Jeff over there?
Jeff: Er? Mr. Gates?
Bill: Yes Jeff...
Jeff: My names not Jeff, it's actually Malcolm...
Bill: Really Jeff... Er? I mean... Mal...
Bill: ... colm, Malcolm. Yes... Malcolm!
[tries faking an apologetic smile at
Me: You're so fond of him aren't you, one of your own men? His life means that much to you, that you can't remember his name?
Bill: Well if I employed him, he'd get a good benefits package, nice pension plan, his wages may be a bit lower than most, but it'd be made up through our contractual humiliation clause... So he'd certainly be valued, to a degree...
Me: What do you mean, if you employed him... He doesn't work for you?
Bill: What? No... He's not one of yours?
Me: No!... Hang on! You were telling me you were fond of him, despite thinking he was one of my detail?
Bill: Well yes... I wouldn't want you hitting one of my men, I'd hate for them to get seriously hurt?
Me: Well Bill... I have to say, that is a significant breakthrough, as you feeling that an employee of yours has value, is a tremendous step forward...
Bill: Of course I don't want one of my men to get hurt, my insurance premiums on them and the sick pay I'd have to pay would cost me a fortune, for an essentially useless employee!!
I'd rather they didn't get any broken bones, from your...
[looks at the security detail, on his side of the room, who're looking a little hurt by the conversation so far...]
testing of their efficacy?
[one of the men has clearly had enough, lunges at Sam, fist raised and then launches towards him and... What follows isn't abundantly clear, but it somehow results in the bodyguard, ending up a crumpled mess on the floor, with one arm twisted into a knot, that has tied it around his leg, in a split second... The knot is a clove hitch I believe?]
Bill: Exactly like that... That's 6 months, with a man down and costing me around a mil, mil and a half... For fu...
Me: Je... I mean, Malcolm, if you don't work for me, or Mr. Gates, who do you work for?
Malcolm: I actually came in randomly, to ask for a job. But your receptionist, Mr. Gates that gay blonde guy...
Bill: You mean the blonde woman, who is my receptionist?
Malcolm: You sure?... I could've sworn it was a man... I mean, she was a man... I think?
Bill: No my receptionist is most definitely a woman?
Malcolm: Well I never... I would've thought that the prominent Adams apple, 5 o'clock shadow, suspiciously penis shaped bulge in their crotch and the fact they have to stand up at a urinal to piss, was a sure sign they were a man?
Bill: Nope! Davina is definitely a woman, because they said they were?
[Malcolm looks utterly perplexed, trying to work out what Bill just said? As Sam is doubling over in hysterics]
Malcolm: But there's that ultra deep voice, their thick hairy chest, legs and arms and the fact that they said they were a man though, when I talked to him... I mean... Her?
I'm sorry sir, but are you sure Davina is a woman and she isn't just a man called Dave?
Me: Sound logic there Malcolm, though Bill had believed he was married to a woman called Melinda and not in reality, married to Kevin Kline in a wig, for 30 years?
Malcolm: That's who she, I mean he reminds of?
You know I did wonder where he'd gone after 'A fish called Wanda'?
Me: I know... Now you know where he went too. He's been playing Bill Gates wife.
Malcolm: Makes sense.
[Bill mouths some sort of protest, but fails to be heard]
Me: Would you like a job Malcolm, I doubt Bill's hiring?
Malcolm: Sure! What do I have to do?
Me: Well pretty much what you have been doing already, just stand where you are and berate Bill whenever the need takes you?
Malcolm: Will do Mr... Er?
Me: Fisher. Sam Fisher, the linguistic assassin!
Bill: Well... I'm sorry what did you say you were called again?
Me: Sam Fisher...
Bill: No, I know that bit... What was the other bit?
Me: (cough!) The linguistic assassin (cough!)
[Bill, erupts into laughter]
Bill: Linguistic assassin, so you kill words? You didn't think that moniker through did you?
Me: No that's not why I'm called that? It's because I can kill you with my words!
Bill: Yeah right! If you beat them to death with a dictionary maybe?
Me: Play your cards right and I might just do that to you!
At least I don't pretend to be the inventor of Windows, or a philanthropist, despite not knowing what the term actually means?
Bill: I am too, a philanthropist!
Anyway...
If the 2 of you are quite finished fawning over each other, can we return to our argument please?
Malcolm: Aww! Diddums! Is poor Mr. Gatesey-watesy getting awl jealous!! Boo hoo!
Bill: No... (Sniff!)
Me: Hahaha! Fantastic Malcolm, you're going to get along just fine here! Hahaha!
Malcolm: Thank you Mr. Fisher, I'm eterna...
Me: Call me Sam...
Malcolm: ... lly grateful fo... Sorry, I mean Sam, I'm forev..
Me: Lemme stop you right there Malcolm, I know you're grateful for the job, but I'm not Bill over there... Just buy me a pint after work!
Bill: Right... Before you continue your mutual 'love in'... Get back to me... This is, after all, all about me isn't it?
Me: Well no, this is a lesson in philanthropy and the philosophy and practices thereof...
Bill: I beg to differ...
Me: How so?
Bill: Well for starters, the noscript to this post clearly states, 'My 2nd conversation with Bill Gates', so i think you'll find this is most definitely all about me?
Me: Really? Things have gotten that bad, that we've resorted to cheap 4th wall breaks?
Bill: Well this conversation is dragging on rather a long time and it's looking increasingly clear, that you're struggling to figure out an end point, or some sort of a cliff hanger, because this will definitely need a 2nd part, because you've gotten waaaay off track haven't you, Mr. Author?
Malcolm: I actually came in randomly, to ask for a job. But your receptionist, Mr. Gates that gay blonde guy...
Bill: You mean the blonde woman, who is my receptionist?
Malcolm: You sure?... I could've sworn it was a man... I mean, she was a man... I think?
Bill: No my receptionist is most definitely a woman?
Malcolm: Well I never... I would've thought that the prominent Adams apple, 5 o'clock shadow, suspiciously penis shaped bulge in their crotch and the fact they have to stand up at a urinal to piss, was a sure sign they were a man?
Bill: Nope! Davina is definitely a woman, because they said they were?
[Malcolm looks utterly perplexed, trying to work out what Bill just said? As Sam is doubling over in hysterics]
Malcolm: But there's that ultra deep voice, their thick hairy chest, legs and arms and the fact that they said they were a man though, when I talked to him... I mean... Her?
I'm sorry sir, but are you sure Davina is a woman and she isn't just a man called Dave?
Me: Sound logic there Malcolm, though Bill had believed he was married to a woman called Melinda and not in reality, married to Kevin Kline in a wig, for 30 years?
Malcolm: That's who she, I mean he reminds of?
You know I did wonder where he'd gone after 'A fish called Wanda'?
Me: I know... Now you know where he went too. He's been playing Bill Gates wife.
Malcolm: Makes sense.
[Bill mouths some sort of protest, but fails to be heard]
Me: Would you like a job Malcolm, I doubt Bill's hiring?
Malcolm: Sure! What do I have to do?
Me: Well pretty much what you have been doing already, just stand where you are and berate Bill whenever the need takes you?
Malcolm: Will do Mr... Er?
Me: Fisher. Sam Fisher, the linguistic assassin!
Bill: Well... I'm sorry what did you say you were called again?
Me: Sam Fisher...
Bill: No, I know that bit... What was the other bit?
Me: (cough!) The linguistic assassin (cough!)
[Bill, erupts into laughter]
Bill: Linguistic assassin, so you kill words? You didn't think that moniker through did you?
Me: No that's not why I'm called that? It's because I can kill you with my words!
Bill: Yeah right! If you beat them to death with a dictionary maybe?
Me: Play your cards right and I might just do that to you!
At least I don't pretend to be the inventor of Windows, or a philanthropist, despite not knowing what the term actually means?
Bill: I am too, a philanthropist!
Anyway...
If the 2 of you are quite finished fawning over each other, can we return to our argument please?
Malcolm: Aww! Diddums! Is poor Mr. Gatesey-watesy getting awl jealous!! Boo hoo!
Bill: No... (Sniff!)
Me: Hahaha! Fantastic Malcolm, you're going to get along just fine here! Hahaha!
Malcolm: Thank you Mr. Fisher, I'm eterna...
Me: Call me Sam...
Malcolm: ... lly grateful fo... Sorry, I mean Sam, I'm forev..
Me: Lemme stop you right there Malcolm, I know you're grateful for the job, but I'm not Bill over there... Just buy me a pint after work!
Bill: Right... Before you continue your mutual 'love in'... Get back to me... This is, after all, all about me isn't it?
Me: Well no, this is a lesson in philanthropy and the philosophy and practices thereof...
Bill: I beg to differ...
Me: How so?
Bill: Well for starters, the noscript to this post clearly states, 'My 2nd conversation with Bill Gates', so i think you'll find this is most definitely all about me?
Me: Really? Things have gotten that bad, that we've resorted to cheap 4th wall breaks?
Bill: Well this conversation is dragging on rather a long time and it's looking increasingly clear, that you're struggling to figure out an end point, or some sort of a cliff hanger, because this will definitely need a 2nd part, because you've gotten waaaay off track haven't you, Mr. Author?
Voice from the ether: Sssh! I think I was getting away with it there for a moment?
Ooh! Isn't my voice all echoey... Hello-o-o-o-o...
Bill: No... No you weren't. You very clearly weren't!
Malcolm: I hate to say it, but I agree with old kermit the frog over there!
Voice from the Ether (aka: the writer): Hahahaa-a-a-a! Kermit the frog, that's pretty funny-y-y-y... Hang on! You cheeky ball tart Malcolm, you were nothing but a bit part 5 minutes ago-o-o-o... Some filler to use as an excuse to keep the story going, whilst I attempted to think up an idea that will save this story?
Me: and how'd that go for ya?
The writer: well its a bit hit and miss to be hon... Hang on, don't you start... You're just a characterization of me and therefore, chastising me, is doing so to yourself... I mean myself? Er... Perhaps that's the other way around?
Me: Now wait a minute, who's a characterization of who here exactly? Aren't you, yourself a fictional representation of yourself too and thus myself also?
The writer: But aren't we all?
Me: Ooh! Deep... Interesting development?
Bill: No it isn't, it's clearly a deflection tactic, in order to buy time, by feigning some deep philosophical plot point, that is at the end of the day, just a MacGuffin!!
Malcolm: A McMuffin, What's McDonald's got to do with anything?
Me: Not a McMuffin Malcolm, a MacGuffin... It's a... Look, explaining will take up more time and we really need to wrap this up... The writer... I mean me, the none characterised me, is trapped in this endless dialogue that's going nowhere and everyone can see it, so....
Malcolm: Why doesn't he just cheat and use someone else's idea?
Bill: Because Malcolm... Actually, that's a good point, why can't you just steal someone else's idea? It's not like no one else hasn't done that before is it?
Steven King, borrowed off of Dean Koontz and both of them borrowed off James Herbert. Clive Barker borrowed off of H. P. Lovecraft (someone you've been rather flatteringly compared to, remember?) So why can't you do it too?
The writer: Well?... Er?... Um?... I dunno?... I can't believe I'm saying this, but I think you're right Bill!
Bleargch!
I feel sick!
Malcolm: Well it was actually my idea, if that helps?
The writer: Was it?... Oh thank God!
Fuck off Bill, you're not right and still a whiney, fat tosser, with bigger boobs than Pamela Anderson...
Right...
OK...
We need a plot defining cliff hanger, involving some sort of dramatic finish...
Hmm!
[As the writer thinks, Sam sits in Bill's immense leather office chair and momentarily finds himself transported to Narnia, where Bill has the Lion, the witch and for some reason the wardrobe too, held hostage at gun point?... Malcolm, chats to Bills security detail and Bill plays with a ball in a cup, to pass the time]
The writer: Ooooooh... I know what we'll do?
OK... Let's shake you all up a bit, soooo we have...
..
.
[suddenly the men are all where they were sat / stood before the writer appeared and in mid conversation]
Bill: You say I'm no philanthropist, yet I pay my employees wages, I could choose not to?
Me: Then you'd have no one working for you would you?
Bill: Well I'm sure most... Alright som... OK, a coup... Shit!
Me: Yeah that argument's about as good, as you are far from being a philanthropist! Hahaha!
Bill: But I am!
Malcolm: Yeah right, you're about as much of a philanthropist, as you are a doctor! Hahaha!
Bill: But I am a Doctor too, it says so on my, 'Bill Gates mail order medical diploma', I've got a degree in epidem-virol-vaccinology genetic engineery building!!
Me: Bill you're not a philanthropist and you're most definitely not a doctor! Besides, you also can't award yourself a medical degree, it's kind of a conflict of interest, not to mention illegal to practice medicine without a valid medical licence and we all know you didn't do a damn bit of studying, even in your own fake subject, to get your fake diploma, in your fake subject...
Ooh! Isn't my voice all echoey... Hello-o-o-o-o...
Bill: No... No you weren't. You very clearly weren't!
Malcolm: I hate to say it, but I agree with old kermit the frog over there!
Voice from the Ether (aka: the writer): Hahahaa-a-a-a! Kermit the frog, that's pretty funny-y-y-y... Hang on! You cheeky ball tart Malcolm, you were nothing but a bit part 5 minutes ago-o-o-o... Some filler to use as an excuse to keep the story going, whilst I attempted to think up an idea that will save this story?
Me: and how'd that go for ya?
The writer: well its a bit hit and miss to be hon... Hang on, don't you start... You're just a characterization of me and therefore, chastising me, is doing so to yourself... I mean myself? Er... Perhaps that's the other way around?
Me: Now wait a minute, who's a characterization of who here exactly? Aren't you, yourself a fictional representation of yourself too and thus myself also?
The writer: But aren't we all?
Me: Ooh! Deep... Interesting development?
Bill: No it isn't, it's clearly a deflection tactic, in order to buy time, by feigning some deep philosophical plot point, that is at the end of the day, just a MacGuffin!!
Malcolm: A McMuffin, What's McDonald's got to do with anything?
Me: Not a McMuffin Malcolm, a MacGuffin... It's a... Look, explaining will take up more time and we really need to wrap this up... The writer... I mean me, the none characterised me, is trapped in this endless dialogue that's going nowhere and everyone can see it, so....
Malcolm: Why doesn't he just cheat and use someone else's idea?
Bill: Because Malcolm... Actually, that's a good point, why can't you just steal someone else's idea? It's not like no one else hasn't done that before is it?
Steven King, borrowed off of Dean Koontz and both of them borrowed off James Herbert. Clive Barker borrowed off of H. P. Lovecraft (someone you've been rather flatteringly compared to, remember?) So why can't you do it too?
The writer: Well?... Er?... Um?... I dunno?... I can't believe I'm saying this, but I think you're right Bill!
Bleargch!
I feel sick!
Malcolm: Well it was actually my idea, if that helps?
The writer: Was it?... Oh thank God!
Fuck off Bill, you're not right and still a whiney, fat tosser, with bigger boobs than Pamela Anderson...
Right...
OK...
We need a plot defining cliff hanger, involving some sort of dramatic finish...
Hmm!
[As the writer thinks, Sam sits in Bill's immense leather office chair and momentarily finds himself transported to Narnia, where Bill has the Lion, the witch and for some reason the wardrobe too, held hostage at gun point?... Malcolm, chats to Bills security detail and Bill plays with a ball in a cup, to pass the time]
The writer: Ooooooh... I know what we'll do?
OK... Let's shake you all up a bit, soooo we have...
..
.
[suddenly the men are all where they were sat / stood before the writer appeared and in mid conversation]
Bill: You say I'm no philanthropist, yet I pay my employees wages, I could choose not to?
Me: Then you'd have no one working for you would you?
Bill: Well I'm sure most... Alright som... OK, a coup... Shit!
Me: Yeah that argument's about as good, as you are far from being a philanthropist! Hahaha!
Bill: But I am!
Malcolm: Yeah right, you're about as much of a philanthropist, as you are a doctor! Hahaha!
Bill: But I am a Doctor too, it says so on my, 'Bill Gates mail order medical diploma', I've got a degree in epidem-virol-vaccinology genetic engineery building!!
Me: Bill you're not a philanthropist and you're most definitely not a doctor! Besides, you also can't award yourself a medical degree, it's kind of a conflict of interest, not to mention illegal to practice medicine without a valid medical licence and we all know you didn't do a damn bit of studying, even in your own fake subject, to get your fake diploma, in your fake subject...