Date: Sat, 5 Oct 2002 07:36:29 -0700 (PDT)
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 villanova-AT-btopenworld.com wrote:
From: villanova-AT-btopenworld.com
Date: Sat, 5 Oct 2002 12:30:40 +0100 (BST)
To: heidegger-AT-lists.village.virginia.edu
Subject: Re: ANOTHER SERMON (gag)

Good morning, my Aunt worked in a munitions factory in Birmingham during WW2. Many of the women workers at the factory were killed or injured due to the explosives they handled and my aunt went to her doctor about her 'nerves. The doc prescribed her 40 fags a day. Today that doctor could be sued for billions of pounds, but the only 'evidence' against him is correlation and statistics, there is further little evidence to suggest that the fags would have helped my Aunts 'nerves', but they at least gave her something to grab onto. Similarly, Shostakovitch, an internal emigre of the Stalinist regime, was a chain smoker, creativity being a kind of helpful escape from the horrors outside, I personally, among many others, finding this also to be the case in Belfast, not a stones throw from Leningrad, as we all know. I smoke because of the terrors out there, I also create, therefore, not only smoking, but also writing or painting, helps defeat both the terrorist and policeman, within and without. A better weapon is, of course, a Mussoliniesque dictator who simply shoots gangsters and terrorists, thus burying the past, both literally and metaphorically. Significantly, the Mafia fought against Mussolini, which says a lot about our leaders in WW2. Ultimately, we have no 20 pack of Mussolinis, but we have Fuehrer Wein, an inebriate's consolation, as he or she looks back at the 'might have beens' of the last century, when the 'free' were defeated by the 'free', free now to annihilate ourselves with Marlboro, rather than the Death Camps, a triumph of the 'free world'....
saluti de HauptstadtBallschaft,
Paul Murphy



SALUTI!

Essentially my point. It is a matter of choice and risk, but never of knowledge. Insurances (whether governmental or private) may or may not have a right to deny benefits on the grounds an illness was self-inflicted like they deny a suicide's beneficiaries their life insurance, but drinking and smoking keep some people on balance when everyone around them is falling to pieces. The inmates of Oven # 5 at Auschwitz than burned the bodies from the gas chambers had an unlimited supply of vodka, not more food or water--just vodka. Yet they engineered a revolt that surprized the strumbanfurhers and scared the shit out of them. Of course, they were all killed ASAP but they went out John Wayne style, with guns blazing. And you're perfectly right about Shostakovitch. Khachaturian and Kabalevsky kissed Stalin's ass. Shostakovitch rebeled as much as he could without going to the gulag. He was certainly balanced all the time on the edge of a straight bladed razor. There seems to be a correlation (statistical again, and really no more valid as absolute knowledge than any other) between real need and the supportive value of 'bad' habits. There was a study done in England that reflects the actual experience of many in the medical field. Patients with terminal, inoperable cancer were given gallons/liters of morphine/demerol for their pain. You would think it would be common sense as the patient is for sure going to die and if they pick up an addiction, so what? But some of these people went into remission, survived, stopped the dope sometimes on their own, and none, zero, had an 'addiction.' Shostakovitch died of a heart attack maybe brought on by the smoking but I find that hard to believe. Look at what he survived by keeping his mouth shut on a 'fag.' Once Stalin called into his office three composers, one of them Shostakovitch, and Stalin started screaming at them that he was going to have them shot. The other two crapped in their pants. Stalin loved that sort of thing (I also read somewhere Oliver Cromwell like to rub noxious substances on fancy ladies' dresses at diner). Shostakovitch may have always acted like a mouse hiding in the shadows, but the cat was real and he survived much longer than millions and millions of others. He always kept his quiet balance.

What does "HauptstadtBallschaft" mean? It sounds like something you would do to your worst enemy.

SALUTI!
Gary C. Moore


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From: villanova-AT-btopenworld.com
Date: Sat, 5 Oct 2002 12:30:40 +0100 (BST)
To: heidegger-AT-lists.village.virginia.edu
Subject: Re: ANOTHER SERMON (gag)

Good morning, my Aunt worked in a munitions factory in Birmingham during WW2. Many of the women workers at the factory were killed or injured due to the explosives they handled and my aunt went to her doctor about her 'nerves. The doc prescribed her 40 fags a day. Today that doctor could be sued for billions of pounds, but the only 'evidence' against him is correlation and statistics, there is further little evidence to suggest that the fags would have helped my Aunts 'nerves', but they at least gave her something to grab onto. Similarly, Shostakovitch, an internal emigre of the Stalinist regime, was a chain smoker, creativity being a kind of helpful escape from the horrors outside, I personally, among many others, finding this also to be the case in Belfast, not a stones throw from Leningrad, as we all know. I smoke because of the terrors out there, I also create, therefore, not only smoking, but also writing or painting, helps defeat both the terrorist and policeman, within and without. A better weapon is, of course, a Mussoliniesque dictator who simply shoots gangsters and terrorists, thus burying the past, both literally and metaphorically. Significantly, the Mafia fought against Mussolini, which says a lot about our leaders in WW2. Ultimately, we have no 20 pack of Mussolinis, but we have Fuehrer Wein, an inebriate's consolation, as he or she looks back at the 'might have beens' of the last century, when the 'free' were defeated by the 'free', free now to annihilate ourselves with Marlboro, rather than the Death Camps, a triumph of the 'free world'....
saluti de HauptstadtBallschaft,
Paul Murphy

SALUTI!

Essentially my point. It is a matter of choice and risk, but never of knowledge. Insurances (whether governmental or private) may or may not have a right to deny benefits on the grounds an illness was self-inflicted like they deny a suicide's beneficiaries their life insurance, but drinking and smoking keep some people on balance when everyone around them is falling to pieces. The inmates of Oven # 5 at Auschwitz than burned the bodies from the gas chambers had an unlimited supply of vodka, not more food or water--just vodka. Yet they engineered a revolt that surprized the strumbanfurhers and scared the shit out of them. Of course, they were all killed ASAP but they went out John Wayne style, with guns blazing. And you're perfectly right about Shostakovitch. Khachaturian and Kabalevsky kissed Stalin's ass. Shostakovitch rebeled as much as he could without going to the gulag. He was certainly balanced all the time on the edge of a straight bladed razor. There seems to be a correlation (statistical again, and really no more valid as absolute knowledge than any other) between real need and the supportive value of 'bad' habits. There was a study done in England that reflects the actual experience of many in the medical field. Patients with terminal, inoperable cancer were given gallons/liters of morphine/demerol for their pain. You would think it would be common sense as the patient is for sure going to die and if they pick up an addiction, so what? But some of these people went into remission, survived, stopped the dope sometimes on their own, and none, zero, had an 'addiction.' Shostakovitch died of a heart attack maybe brought on by the smoking but I find that hard to believe. Look at what he survived by keeping his mouth shut on a 'fag.' Once Stalin called into his office three composers, one of them Shostakovitch, and Stalin started screaming at them that he was going to have them shot. The other two crapped in their pants. Stalin loved that sort of thing (I also read somewhere Oliver Cromwell like to rub noxious substances on fancy ladies' dresses at diner). Shostakovitch may have always acted like a mouse hiding in the shadows, but the cat was real and he survived much longer than millions and millions of others. He always kept his quiet balance.

What does "HauptstadtBallschaft" mean? It sounds like something you would do to your worst enemy.

SALUTI!
Gary C. Moore