>Watchmen – The end is nigh

>I wrote an article about Watchmen in September last year (read it here!), and now the movie has finally arrived. It’ll be damn exciting to watch the Watchmen, I tell you! I hope they’ve kept the darkness and seriousness which is always present in the brilliant comic novel, or else I’ll be disappointed. I mean, it’s tough enough to make a comic book about superheroes seem mature, but that’s where the comic succeeds 110%. It’s extremely good and I deeply urge each and everyone of you reading this blog to give the book a try. It’s one of the best books I’ve ever read.
From what I’ve seen so far the movie looks really good. Director Zack Snyder made a great visual impact with 300 (I wrote a bit about that here), so I have no doubts there… The big question is how it feels.

Dog carcass in alley this morning, tire tread on burst stomach.
This city is afraid of me. I have seen its true face.
The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout “Save us!”… and I’ll look down and whisper “No.”
They had a choice, all of them.
They could have followed in the footsteps of good men like my father or President Truman. Decent men who believed in a day’s work for a day’s pay. Instead they followed the droppings of lechers and communists and didn’t realize that the trail led over a precipice until it was too late.
Don’t tell me they didn’t have a choice.
Now the whole world stands on the brink, staring down into bloody Hell, all those liberals and intellectuals and smooth-talkers…
and all of a sudden nobody can think of anything to say.
Rorschach
‘s journal, October 12th, 1985

>Manufactured Landscapes

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Our planet is slowly moving towards global disaster. Mankind’s devastating waste will put an end to human existence, there’s no doubt about that. The only question is when. There definitely will be a point where the air will be impossible to breathe and the water impossible to drink, and every day is another nail in the coffin. There are 6.76 billion people trying to reach for the same materialistic lifestyle, and there’s just not enough for the world to go around.


Jennifer Baichwal, director of the scary yet beautiful Manufactured Landscapes movie (based on the astonishing photos by Edward Burtynskycheck them out!), has documented the toll that “progress” is taking on the planet by visiting dumping grounds, dams, recycling yards, factories, mines and other manmade facilities that follow in the hollow trails of the industrial revolution. For the most part the documentary takes place in China, the land which strives so hard to Westernize, not realizing that this means total decline of the soul, spirit, and ultimately – life. China is the manufacturer of the world (you most probably have “Made in China”-products all over the place at home), and its’ work force is so concentrated that whole towns are dedicated to one type of product.
But there’s a steep price to be paid for runaway consumption. As Mother Earth slowly dies we tend to look away. Business as usual.
I’m like that myself, but then again, I lost hope a long time ago…


The opening shot of Manufactured Landscapes is truly surreal. The camera rolls through what seems like a never-ending Chinese factory and it blows my mind everytime I watch it. The whole movie is like that: deeply mindblowing. I’m amazed by the good shots, but repulsed by the sickness in man.
If you’ve seen the magnificent film Week End by Jean-Luc Godard you know what to expect, only this sequence is very much for real!


The Week End clip for comparison:

Unser Täglich Brot (Our Daily Bread) is another movie you definitely should watch. It’s pretty much in the same vein as Manufactured Landscapes (a documentary without the voice-over where you’re left to your own conclusions, where the photography speaks for itself), only it deals with the food industry. It sure as hell ought to awake the misanthrope in all of us.

Maybe it’s time to consider redefining the meaning of civilization?

>Why monarchy sucks

>Victoria, the Crown Princess of Sweden, will marry Daniel Westling in the summer of 2010. That’s great! I wish them the best of luck.
And that’s about it.
Now check the video below (it’s not a joke!). This is Sweden 2009. It’s like Monty Python in the 1970’s, making fun of King Arthur in the early 6th century!
That should be enough to clarify why monarchy sucks.



>Banksy and The Cans Festival

>People in Sweden are upset over some old clip called “Territorial Pissing“. The debate is ridiculous – as always in the land where it’s illegal to carry a spraycan. (If you want my opinions on the matter, read Hynek Pallas’ column (in Swedish) here and here.)
Last year, London decided to hail its’ street artists with the awesome Cans Festival by transforming a whole street into an art exhibition, free for everyone to enjoy and where the public was encouraged to add to the exhibition with their own art. “Make your mark!”
The exhibition took place in an abandoned tunnel formely used by taxis which was vacated when the owner Eurostar shut it down. Banksy – world famous graffiti artist – found the tunnel and with the help of Eurostar turned the idea into reality.
Banksy: In the space of a few hours with a couple of hundred cans of paint I’m hoping we can transform a dark forgotten filth pit into an oasis of beautiful art.
Watch more photos here.










And as a tribute to NUG, here’s a previously posted video.

>The Selfish Gene

>I know absolutely nothing when it comes to evolutionary biology and zoology or whatever it’s called. I know I love sex, but that’s about it. I believe sex is a part of evolution… ;)
Nevertheless, having read Richard Dawkins‘ amazing book The God Delusion (I wrote a bit about it here. Also check steve austin’s runthrough (in Swedish) here.), I decided to try his old masterpiece The Selfish Gene. I’ve come across the title several times when reading about religion, and especially when reading what the Young Earth creationists have to say. These comedians seriously believe that the universe is less than 10,000 years old. It is estimated that 47% of Americans hold this view, and almost 10% of Christian colleges teach it. No wonder the world is a fucked up place!

However, when reading The Selfish Gene I’m so fascinated by this whole thing called existence, I’m almost willing to submit to the idea of Intelligent Design and whatever the hell these crazies (EDIT: the creationists) are talking about. It’s really that amazing. There’s a lot more to evolution than many people realise. And I mean a lot more!
Dawkins, just as in The God Delusion, argues like the professional he is, but it’s never a dull read and even people who aren’t the slightest interested in the theory of evolution should enjoy this book if they only gave it a fair chance. It’s not hard going and Dawkins provides a lot of interesting examples that’ll make your brain flip because they’re pretty mindbending and thought-provoking.
I don’t know, maybe die hard biologists think Dawkins’ simplifying and dramatising ideas, often using sweeping statements, are laughable. I like it, though.
But what struck me, me being a Spenglerian (or at least having read a lot of Spengler stuff and liked it), is that Dawkins’ argumentation leaves little room for the influence of culture and individuality when it comes to human development. Even so, he apparently coins the term ”meme” in this book, meaning ”a unit of human cultural evolution analogous to the gene, suggesting that such “selfish” replication may also model human culture, in a different sense” – or ”a unit or element of cultural ideas, symbols or practices; such units or elements transmit from one mind to another through speech, gestures, rituals, or other imitable phenomena”.
I have the feeling I will return to this book when reading Spengler further on…

Anyway, this is probably the best popular science book I’ve ever read. If you decide to read it, make sure you get the 30th anniversary edition (yes, it was originally published in 1976!), since it includes a very large selection of notes which offer an additional perspective to many topics.
As for the title, The Selfish Gene: it’s kind of a metaphor describing the behaviour of genes, where altruism is an integral part of the so called ”selfishness”.

I read Charles Darwin‘s On the Origin of Species some 15 years ago, and I think that kind of got me started on the anti-Christian (left hand) path, and I’m re-reading it right now.
Still, I feel I know nothing. Like Manuel.

>Dead morality

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Let us consider the other case of so-called morality, the case of breeding, a particular race and kind. The most magnificent example of this is furnished by Indian morality, sanctioned as religion in the form of “the law of Manu.” Here the task set is to breed no less than four races at once: one priestly, one warlike, one for trade and agriculture, and finally a race of servants, the Sudras. Obviously, we are here no longer among animal tamers: a kind of man that is a hundred times milder and more reasonable is the condition for even conceiving such a plan of breeding. One heaves a sigh of relief at leaving the Christian atmosphere of disease and dungeons for this healthier, higher, and wider world. How wretched is the New Testament compared to Manu, how foul it smells!
Yet this organization too found it necessary to be terrible–this time not in the struggle with beasts, but with their counter-concept, the unbred man, the mishmash man, the chandala. And again it had no other means for keeping him from being dangerous, for making him weak, than to make him sick–it was the fight with the “great number.” Perhaps there is nothing that contradicts our feeling more than these protective measures of Indian morality. The third edict, for example (Avadana-Sastra I), “on impure vegetables,” ordains that the only nourishment permitted to the chandala shall be garlic and onions, seeing that the holy scripture prohibits giving them grain or fruit with grains, or water or fire. The same edict orders that the water they need may not be taken from rivers or wells, nor from ponds, but only from the approaches to swamps and from holes made by the footsteps of animals. They are also prohibited from washing their laundry and from washing themselves, since the water they are conceded as an act of grace may be used only to quench thirst. Finally, a prohibition that Sudra women may not assist chandala women in childbirth, and a prohibition that the latter may not assist each other in this condition.
The success of such sanitary police measures was inevitable: murderous epidemics, ghastly venereal diseases, and thereupon again “the law of the knife,” ordaining circumcision for male children and the removal of the internal labia for female children. Manu himself says: “The chandalas are the fruit of adultery, incest, and crime (these, the necessary consequences of the concept of breeding). For clothing they shall have only rags from corpses; for dishes, broken pots; for adornment, old iron; for divine services, only evil spirits. They shall wander without rest from place to place. They are prohibited from writing from left to right, and from using the right hand in writing: the use of the right hand and of from-left-to-right is reserved for the virtuous, for the people of race.”

These regulations are instructive enough: here we encounter for once Aryan humanity, quite pure, quite primordial–we learn that the concept of “pure blood” is the opposite of a harmless concept. On the other hand, it becomes clear in which people the hatred, the chandala hatred, against this “humaneness” has eternalized itself, where it has become religion, where it has become genius. Seen in this perspective, the Gospels represent a document of prime importance; even more, the Book of Enoch. Christianity, sprung from Jewish roots and comprehensible only as a growth on this soil, represents the counter-movement to any morality of breeding, of race, privilege: it is the anti-Aryan religion par excellence. Christianity–the revaluation of all Aryan values, the victory of chandala values, the gospel preached to the poor and base, the general revolt of all the downtrodden, the wretched, the failures, the less favored, against “race”: the undying chandala hatred as the religion of love.
Friedrich Nietzsche, Twilight Of the Idols (1889)

by Mattias Indy Pettersson