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Sunday, 10 August 2014

Could I be EVIL? (TED Talks)

Pat Macpherson, Pfc. Sandoval, Wisdom Quarterly; Guy Raz, TED Radio Hour (NPR.org)

This episode, TED speakers uncover surprising realities about violence.

Gunshot to the face or head right through the windshield? (Sascha Burkard/iStockphoto)

The Violence Within Us
Violence and brutality are grim realities of life. In one hour, four TED speakers explore the sinister side of our dim human nature -- and ask whether we're all capable of violence.

"Pray to the Moon when it's round. Death with you shall then abound..." sings Slayer (from "Hell Awaits"), one of the most popular bands for U.S. militants, along with all things porn, songs serial killers might whistle while engaged in their doings.

(Slayer) See Minute 4:15. Slayer and rap music were PMRC targets

U.S. tanks come equipped with CD players and premium music systems. Why? American soliders like to enjoy some music to kill by. "Driven by the instinct of centuries of horror/ Implanted along the brain of the sickening parasite/ Linked together by one trait/ The hell-filled need to kill, kill, kill, kill, KILL" (Slayer, "At Dawn They Sleep"). But the No. 1 song on the military hit parade is "Bodies" by Drowning Pool: "Let the bodies hit the floor"! What is more "evil" (Pali papa) than industrial-scale killing?

Philip Zimbardo explains his infamous Stanford Prison experiment at a TED conference.

Psychology Prof. Phil Zimbardo on his Stanford Prison Experiment

Jim Fallon's work analyzing the brains of psychopaths lead to a surprising personal discovery.

AUDIO: What does the [brain] of a killer look like? (Jim Fallon)

Leslie Morgan Steiner shares her story of domestic abuse at TEDxRainier.

Why don't domestic violence victims leave? (Leslie Morgan Steiner)

Steven Pinker says our perception of how violent we are as a species is skewed.

Is the world a [more or] less violent place? (Steven Pinker)

TED Censorship?

(RT, June 2014) Graham Hancock breaks the set on TED CENSORSHIP, Lost Civilizations, and War on Consciousness: Abby Martin interviews author Graham Hancock about the mysteries of ancient civilizations, hidden societies of the past, and censorship by TED Talks and the difficulty of getting new ideas accepted by mainstream archaeologists and historians.

The Super Full Moon Tonight

The perigee moon, or supermoon rises over Mount Eden in Auckland, New Zealand on Sunday morning.

Moon over Auckland (TG)

Supermoon lights up skies around the world – in pictures. The perigee Moon, or Supermoon, rises over Mount Eden in Auckland, New Zealand, on Sunday morning. A dramatic Supermoon is set to accompany this year's Perseid meteor shower, one of the most anticipated events on the skywatcher's calendar. Given a dark, clear sky in a normal year, it is common to see more than 100 of the meteors an hour during the second week in August. But this year the Perseids have a bright shining rival. On Sunday, two days before the meteor shower reaches its peak, the Moon will become full. Coincidentally, it will also have reached the point in its orbit that is closest to the Earth, known as perigee. The Supermoon will be up to 14% bigger and 30% brighter than other full moons during the year. On one level, this is bad news, according to Dr. Bill Cooke from NASA's meteoroid environment office. "Lunar glare wipes out the black, velvety backdrop required to see faint meteors, and sharply reduces counts." More

Friday, 1 August 2014

Love? It's Ultraviolence! (sutra)

Ashley Wells, Crystal Quintero, Amber Larson, Seven, Wisdom Quarterly; Lana Del Rey; Korn

Lana-of-the-King, when did he stop treating you like a princess?

(BBC, June 28, 2014) Devi Lana Del Rey performs "Ultraviolence" at Glastonbury 2014. For more exclusive videos and photos from the show, go to BBC.co.uk/glastonbury.

(Psst, Lana, the Lorde says your music sucks and is bad for girls to listen to, like, a bad influence keeping them waiting for some "Prince Charming").

"He used to call me DN/ That stood for Deadly Nightshade/ Cause I was filled with poison/ But blessed with beauty and rage/ Jim told me that./ He hit me, and it felt like a kiss./ Jim brought me back/ Reminded me of when we were kids/ With his Ultraviolence Ultraviolence Ultraviolence Ultraviolence/ I can hear sirens, sirens/ He hit me, and it felt like a kiss/ I can hear violins, violins/ Give me all of that Ultraviolence/ He used to call me poison/ Like I was poison ivy/ I could have died right there/ Cause he was right beside me/ Jim raised me up/ He hurt me, but it felt like true love/ Jim taught me that/ Loving him was never enough/

(Clockwork Orange) England, Germany, USA, Israel, the "West"

loves killing on an industrial scale. It's ultra-violence.

Zombies: abused learn to abuse.

We could go back to New York/ Loving you was really hard/ We could go back to Woodstock/ Where they don't know who we are/ Heaven is on Earth/ I would do anything for you, babe/ Blessed is this union/ Crying tears of gold like lemonade/ I love you the first time/ I love you the last time/ Yo soy la princesa, comprende mis white lies/ Cause I'm your jazz singer/ And you're my cult leader/ I love you forever/ I love you forever/ With his Ultraviolence (Lay me down tonight)/ Ultraviolence (In my linen and curls)/ Ultraviolence (Lay me down tonight)/ Ultraviolence (Riviera Girls)/ I can hear sirens, sirens/ He hit me, and it felt like a kiss/ I can hear violins, violins/ Give me all of that Ultraviolence...

(Korn/"Thoughtless") Thumbing through the pages of my fantasies/ Pushing all the mercy down, down, down/ I wanna see you try to take a swing at me/ Come on, gonna put you on the ground, ground, ground/ Why are you trying to make fun of me?/ You think it's funny?/ What the 'uck do you think it's doing to me?/ You take your turn lashing out at me/ I want you crying with your dirty a-s in front of me/ All of my hate cannot be found/ I will not be drowned by your thoughtless scheming/ So you can try to tear me down/ Beat me to the ground/ I will see you screaming/ Thumbing through the pages of my fantasies/ I'm above you, smiling at you, drown, drown, drown/ I wanna kill and 'ape you the way you 'aped me/ And I'll pull the trigger/ And you're down, down, down// All of my friends are gone, they died (Gonna take you down)/ They all screamed and cried (Gonna take you down)/ I've got my body, got my body back against the wall/ I've got my body, got my body back against the wall/ Gonna take you down...

(Evanesence/"Thoughtless" live at Rock am Ring (Germany)

Maybe in the future women won't stand or fall for it? So long as the mainstream media defines our "feminist" or "progressive" views, the status quo is likely to remain largely unchanged. The TV is not our friend. We have to think and question and search for answers. They rarely come prepackaged with nice bows on top.

(Diamante) Hey, Jim, you got a kiss for me? I'll "Bite Your Kiss"!

Sutra: The Abusive Brahmin Husband
Acharya Buddharakkhita edited by Wisdom Quarterly from Positive Response: How to Meet Evil With Good, Akkosa Sutta (SN VII.2)

Hey, you bald-pated offspring of..!

Thus have I heard. Once the Buddha was staying in a sylvan grove nestled in the foothills surrounding Magadha's capital city of Rajagaha (modern Rajgir). This royal pleasure garden just outside of the gated city, known as the Bamboo Grove (Veluvana), was offered to the Buddha by his great patron, King Bimbisara, who was delighted to have such a remarkable sage nearby.

The king built a monastic residence just outside of the gate -- equipping it with a large number of meditation huts, where at least 1,250 monastics stayed and countless more lay devotees, spending their time in meditation, hearing the Dharma, and intense spiritual endeavor. The Bamboo Grove was neither too far nor too near the city, but at just the right distance from it for the large number of devotees who flocked there every morning and evening to pay homage to the Enlightened One.

Practicing leads to mind/heart's freedom!

A certain Brahmin (India's high caste, priestly class, social elites) belonging to the Bharadvaja clan had a great prejudice against the Buddha since he thought a member of the nobility (warrior caste, kshatriya) had claimed to be a saint.

Yet as it happened, the Brahmin's wife was a great devotee of the Buddha. On a certain festival day when everybody, including his wife, had gone to the Bamboo Grove hermitage to hear a discourse (sutra), the Brahmin, coming to know of it, became furious.

Fuming with rage, he rushed to the Bamboo Grove to give both his wife and the Buddha a piece of his mind. He forced his way through the crowd and began shouting foul abuse. He headed straight to where the Buddha was seated. People were aghast. Even the presence of the king, nobles, and ministers did not deter the enraged Brahmin from reviling the Buddha to his face.

When the Buddha remained completely undisturbed, radiating powerful feelings/thoughts of loving-kindness, the Brahmin stopped abusing him. But he was still aggrieved.

Then the Buddha asked him in a kind and gentle voice full of friendliness: "Friend, if somebody visits you, and you offer food which that person declines, who gets that food?"

"If the visitor does not accept what I offer, I will get it back because I offered it."

Then the Buddha came to his point: "If I do not accept your abuse, to whom will it return?"

The Brahmin was so moved by the tremendous implication of this analogy that he fell at the feet of the Buddha and sought to be ordained as a Buddhist monk. Soon after his ordination, depending on the Buddha's instruction for his path-of-practice, the Brahmin attained full enlightenment. The Buddha had transformed him by his positive approach. More

Thursday, 5 June 2014

Why does she stay? "Trauma bonding" (TED)

Ashley Wells, CC Liu, Wisdom Quarterly; Leslie Morgan Steiner, TEDxRainier, 2013

Why domestic violence victims don't leave

Leslie Morgan Steiner was in "crazy love" -- that is, madly in love with a man who routinely abused her, held a gun to her head, and threatened her life. Steiner, who graduated from Harvard and Morton Business School, tells the dark story of her relationship, correcting misconceptions many of us hold about victims of domestic violence. And she explains how we can all help break the silence.

"Every two minutes in the U.S. a woman is sexually assaulted." CODEPINK provides a space for women of all ages and backgrounds to come together to advance the movement for peace and justice. The CODEPINK community encourages creativity, humor, and the arts.

TED Talks is a daily video podcast of the best talks and performances from the TED Conference, where the world's leading thinkers and doers give the talk of their lives in 18 minutes (or less). Look for talks on Technology, Entertainment, and Design -- plus science, business, global issues, the arts, medicine, and much more. Find closed captions and translated subtitles in many languages at ted.com/translate.

Wednesday, 9 April 2014

Is domestic violence kind of SEXY? (cartoon)

Ashley Wells, Seth Auberon, Irma Quintero, Wisdom Quarterly; Mia De Graaf (Daily Mail)

Vogue is being blasted.

Is the fashion magazine "trivializing domestic abuse" in violence-themed edition that teams beaten-up and bloodied models with haute couture (high fashion)?

Female editor Franca Sozzani is unapologetic. She claims it is a political statement against domestic abuse. But outraged Twitter users blast the images as "unacceptable" and "repulsive."

Woman bleeding and strewn across floor

[First it was "heroin chic," now this. What next? Demeaning and expensive clothes and shoes? Tasteless jokes? "What do you tell a woman with two black eyes? Nothing, you already..." Hey, you can't publish that punchline! All right, just saying. I mean, what next?]

Vogue Italia has sparked international outrage after publishing slick photos of a "beaten-up" model. The image, in this month's edition, was an attempt at making a statement calling attention to all-too-common violence, the publication is claiming.

I'd rather be on the cover of Vogue

But critics have blasted the fashion shoot for "glamorizing" violence against women. The photograph shows a redheaded model in a Prada dress sprawled upside down at the bottom of a flight of stairs, blood streaming into her hair, as a blood-splattered man looks on from an armchair.

Other images in the violence-themed edition show a girl in a Prada dress screaming as a man approaches her with blood on his hands.

A balaclava makes one Pussy Riot

Another girl hides in a cupboard, with a man leaning over brandishing shears. And in one, the model looks petrified crouching under the stairs as a man descends.

Outraged Twitter users [twits?] attacked the fashion shoot as being in "poor taste." More

We we go topless to protest (even if it bothers you) - FEMEN.org

Euronews iTalk in English: Inna Shevchenko explains why.

Pull that thing out of my... already!

Thursday, 26 September 2013

Beat me, my love! (video)

I. Rony, Wisdom Quarterly; Eve Libertine and Crass ("Bata Motel," Penis Envy); FEMEN

United we all stand, women and men, or surely divided we fall (femen.org)

WARNING: Violence against women, sexism, nudity, exploitative mainstream media images!

54% of abusers are boyfriends (Garry Knight/Slutwalk)

"Little girls of about six or seven were asked, 'What do you like to do?' Then some time later the same question was asked but in a different form: 'What do little girls like to do?'"

I've got 54321. I've got a red pair of high heels on. Tumble me over. It doesn't take much. Tumble me over. Tumble me; push! In my red high heels I've no control. The rituals of repression are so old. You can do what you like; there'll be no reprisal. I'm yours, yes, I'm yours. It's my means of survival.

Alert, everyone, alert! (femen.org)

I've got 54321. Come on, my love, I know you're strong. Push me hard. Make me stagger. The pain in my back just doesn't matter. You force-hold me above the ground. I can't get away. My feet are bound. So I'm bound to say that I'm bound to stay. Well, today I look so good just like I know I should. My breasts to tempt inside my bra, my face is painted like a movie star. I've studied my flaws in your reflection and put them to rights with savage correction. I've turned my statuesque perfection and shone it over in your direction.

She was asking for it? (Slutwalk)

So come on, darling, make me yours. Trip me over. Show me the floor. Tease me, tease me, make me stay. In my red high heels, I can't get away. I'm trussed and bound like an oven-ready bird. But I bleed without dying, and I won't say a word. Slice my flesh, and I'll ride the scar. Put me into gear like your lady car. Drive me fast. Crash me, crazy! I'll rise from the wreckage as fresh as a daisy. These wounds leave furrows as they heal. I've traveled them; they're red and real. I know them well. They're part of me, my birth, my sex, my history.

Death to patriarchy, sexism, and inequality (femen.org/en/about)

Topless protest for women's rights (examiner)

They grew with me, my closest friend. My pain's my own. My pain's my end. Clip my wings so you know where I am. I can't get lost while you're my man. Tame me so I know your call. I've stabbed my heels so I am tall. I've bound my twisted falling fall, beautiful mute against the wall. Beautifully mutilated as I fall. Use me; don't lose me.

American culture in Egypt

I've got 54321. I've got a red pair of high heels on. Strap my ankles, break my heels, make me kneel, make me feel. Turn, turn, turn like a clockwork doll. Put in your key, and give me a whirl. Tease me, tease me, the reason to play. In my red high heels, I can't get away. I'll be your bonsai, your beautiful bonsai, your black-eyed bonsai, erotically rotting. Will my tiny feet fit your desire? Warped and tied, I walk on fire.

Burn me out; twist my wrists. I promise not to shout. Beat me with your fists. Squeeze me, squeeze me, make me feel. In my red high heels, I'm an easy kill. Tease me, tease me, make me see. You're the only one I need to be me. Thank you, will you take me? Thank you, will you make me? Thank you, will you break me? Use me; don't lose me. Taste me; don't waste me. Use, lose, taste, waste.