Nine Thoughts On the TPP Agreement Being Reached Today

Wick Burner:

More on the #TPP, this time from Information Clearing House, via Counter Information, with thanks to both.

Go read the post there, and there, respectively…

Originally posted on Counter Information:


By Nick Dearden

October 05, 2015 “Information Clearing House” – “Global Justice Now” –

  1. Stepping back from details, the Trans-Pacific Partnership (TPP) is the biggest trade deal in a generation and part of the same ‘new generation’ of trade deals asTTIP. There are 12 countries involved across the Pacific Rim, including the USA, Japan, Canada and Australia.
  2. Like TTIP, it goes well beyond ‘trade’ in the narrow sense – its primary purpose is to rewrite global economic rules in favour of capital – and not just for the countries involved. Other countries already want to come on board. This is a less democratic version of the World Trade Organization and affects everyone. So it’s a very big deal. Campaigns against it have been huge and countries themselves have had serious political difficulties in getting to this point. So it shows that there’s a big…

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The TPP: If it’s so Good, why is it so Secret?

Wick Burner:

Relax – we are now locked-in to ‘FREE TRADE FOR EVERYBODY’!! There’s no way this will be a bad thing…

The TPP. It must be really shit, because almost nobody knows a damn thing about it.

This piece reblogged, with muchos thanks in advance, from The Gutter Trash.

Go visit their site, and watch the video.

Originally posted on The Gutter Trash:

tppnader_590From the interwebs…

The TPP agreement is just another shot in the century long campaign by the US elites and multinationals to form the world in their image.

As others have already said, the principal pre-occupation of those groups since before the end of the Second World War has been to prevent the emergence of any other power that might challenge the ability of the US to run the world in the interests of that group.

That goal is reflected in thousands of US planning documents since that time. It has also been reflected in the military and subversive interventions into the internal affairs of over two thirds of the countries that compose the UN by the US government.

As US economic power declines, it is seeking, through the use of such “trade” agreements, to extend the life of that control for as long as possible.

That these agreements are…

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A Prayer For Commuters – Updated With Fresh Road-Rage!

a rosary in a car

Jesus Christ, Save Me From These Morons

From my Twitter, my little prayer (even though I don’t pray, unless I’m tripping) for me and anyone else risking their lives daily just to get to and from work inside a motor vehicle.

Feel free to incorporate it into your pre-take-off routines.  May it protect you from death and catastrophic injury…

Wick Burner


Yesterday, in real life, I was saved from death or catastrophic injury by a higher being, or something.

An attempt was made to run me off the road at ~110km/h by an impatient methamphetamine user with anger-management issues, bad fashion-sense, debatable personal hygiene standards, an absence of some teeth, paint peeling in giant ulcers from the entirety of his Holden Commodore, and a host of other stereotypical imagery, which was, frankly, disturbing in its sheer overtness and magnitude.

He was seemingly very upset by my unwillingness to flout the laws of the road and common sense safety concerns in order to make way for him to get to his very important appointment with his parole officer, or similar.

By a combination of defensively-aggressive driving manoeuvres on my part, and the Hand of the Great Architect or something similar, I avoided a chaotic spearing across the freeway median.

I subsequently initiated actions that will have, hopefully, seen some karmic justice rain down in his general direction.

The prayer works.

Praise be unto Mother Earth, or similar.


Why I Am A Bad Writer

Unlucky For Some. In This Case, It's Just a Number That Relates To Another Number

Unlucky For Some. In This Case, It’s Just a Poorly-Scripted Number That Relates To Another Number.

Here are 13 reasons why I’m not actually a ‘writer’ of any description:

  1. I haven’t written anything ‘worthy’, thus far
  2. I haven’t provided sexual favours to a publisher
  3. I don’t write often enough
  4. I write what I want, when I want, and am my own biggest fan
  5. I write in the form of a ‘blog’ – and nobody but bloggers take bloggers seriously.  And even then…
  6. I also write in the form of ‘tweets’ – and my tweets are at a whole other level that people just don’t understand because I am operating at a whole other level (i.e., I don’t flagrantly plagiarise and re-publish micro-blogs as my own and ride high on the attention of sycophantic re-tweeters)
  7. I wait too long to write, then discover someone else has already written something vaguely similar, and then I don’t write, because it’s all already been done
  8. I read other writings from other people and think that if they weren’t alive anymore then I could write the things that they write, but then I remember that murder is a crime and I just move on and don’t write
  9. I have a phobia of writing things that should be obvious – I shouldn’t have to, it’s obvious
  10. I don’t have a legion of sycophants stroking my super-ego and encouraging me to write
  11. I have generally ignored any praise that does happen to come my way (in a nice way; maybe ‘just not acted upon’ would be better – I love praise, but it doesn’t inspire me to do more.  That’s what money is for…)
  12. I haven’t fucked a dead pig in the mouth in the company of my peers and been subsequently initiated into a secret mutual-back-scratching society
  13. I still haven’t decided whether I should write at all, or just launch a coup against the Illuminati controllers of the world, or just join the Illuminati, or just go into self-imposed exile on a Pacific island, or become an inventor, or get myself onto the welfare gravy train, or become a ‘struggling artist’ with an expensive addiction or three – I’m just confused and refuse to commit

Yours in numbered-bullet dot-point format,

Wick Burner

Answer The Damn Question!

You've Been Slimed

You’ve Been Slimed

Almost every time I see or hear a politician in an interview, I can be heard screaming “Answer the damn question!”  Same goes for business leaders, bureaucrats, CEO’s, media ‘personalities’, company spokespersons, and all the other time-wasters and obfuscators who refuse to participate in any variety of ‘plain talking’.

Seems everyone is too scared to just simply speak the truth.  Covering the backside has taken priority over facts and real information.  And I blame most, if not all, of the world’s ills on this apparent inability to just. answer. a. question.

I could rattle off pages of the ills I speak of, but I won’t bore you – you all know what our ills are…

Instead, I’ll cut straight to the chase.  With a solution.  A solution inspired by game shows and reality TV.

Yes.  That’s right.

You want to ‘fix the world’?  Well, here is the recipe:

Take one part Slimed, and one part The Voice, mix, and have it enshrined in the Constitution of every nation on the planet that the results are final and no correspondence will be entered into.

Every night, a 2-hour program is multicast on TV, internets, radios, and on PA systems in town squares the world over.  On this show, a cavalcade of politicos and ‘people of note’ are paraded on stage, and they are confronted by a press gang, who have a hit-list of the twenty most popular questions for each contestant.  Also there are four big chairs, with their backs turned to the stage.  In these chairs are the judges, with big red buzzers.

These judges are ordinary folk, selected as you would select a jury of peers for a court trial.  They have their backs turned and the voices of the contestants are garbled to protect their identities from the judges.  This eliminates bias on the part of the judges.

Judges Sit Here

Judges Sit Here

So the show gets underway.  The questions are fired at the contestants.  All each contestant has to do is answer the questions.  Simple.  Answer a question, you move on to the next.  Answer all your questions – without fluffing about, skirting the issue, or responding with your own question – and you ‘win’.  You walk away a winner.  Yay!

And what do you win?  You get to keep doing what you’re doing.  Simple.  You’ve provided a community service by answering questions that society needed answers to.  Everyone’s a winner.

But, answer a question with a question, or be judged by the judges as lying or dodging the question, and you get buzzed.  Instead of being buzzed for a great performance, the contestants are buzzed for every perceived lie or ‘not-a-straight-answer’.  And there is a three-strike rule.

You Should Have Just Answered The Question

You Should Have Just Answered The Question

If you get buzzed by the judges three times, you get slimed.  Right there on stage, doused in goop.  Foul-smelling, butt-juice of Satan goop.  And then, after being almost buried alive in the slime of your own making, you are escorted off stage by dudes in biohazard suits and gas-masks, because the stench of the goop is so insanely horrible, and you go off to ‘the chute’.  This is where losers of the game get ejected back into the world.

And then you get your prize for being a struck-out question-dodger or outright liar.  Your prize?  Well, you get de-throned from whatever lofty position you hold in society, you get your assets stripped from you, and you and your family are exiled into a detention camp, where you will spend years fighting the system and begging to be released back into society.  And when you are finally released (if you’ve been good) the only future you can aspire to is one of window-washing or taxi-driving or pipe-cleaning or trash-collection or coal-mining or barnacle-removing, or some other menial task, for at least a decade.

Now tell me that such a program won’t instantly fix just about everything.  Go on, tell me, and back it up with evidence.  Meanwhile, I’m off to a meeting with my local media production firm, followed by my patent attorney, and then putting in a call to the UN.


Re-posted this piece from last year because I think the idea still has legs if we ever get serious about holding power to account.  This would be a fun way to deal with a very serious issue.

This post was written by me under a previous moniker and originally published as a guest post on someone else’s virtual real estate under the title ‘Guest Post: “Answer the Damn Question!”: Australian Man Invents New Game Show That Saves The World’ on The Big Blog Of Knowledge (see the post in that form here).  I reblogged it from there at the time, here.

Those good people from The Big Blog Of Knowledge have since moved on to brighter things at The Lonely Tribalist – go check them out.

This edition has been only very slightly edited just so I could write this sentence about it having been very slightly edited.

Apologies to Jim Carrey and the Disney Corporation (or whoever claims to own The Voice franchise).



Yours in a world controlled by the worst the world has to offer, in more ways than one,

Wick Burner

Trippin’ In Paradise

A nice photo of Jimi Hendrix

He Changed Everything

On this day in 1970, Jimi Hendrix died, at the age of 27.

Trailblazer, inventor, interpreter, communicator, human beacon.

An example of how to live.

An example of how not to die.

One of my favourite anecdotes about Jimi is that he would place 2 or 3 LSD blotters on his forehead under his headband and play his gigs in a state of ‘escalating tripping’ as his sweat transported the good acid into his dermis and beyond.  I don’t know if that’s actually true, but it’s a damn fine tale.

And so castles made of sand, melt into the sea, eventually…

Here’s 56+ minutes of Jimi and The Experience live in Stockholm in 1969, for your aural and visual pleasure.  He had a year and 8 months left to live at the time of this concert…



Wick Burner