No, not U.N.C.L.E.'s enemy--a la olde teevee history--that's not the Chaos we here at The Daily Growler are championing, and we say "championing" very proudly, because like the true believers in Chaos we are, we crusade with girded loins and shielded breasts as we go about the world searching for our Holy Grail, our Tao, our The Life, our humbling god, the true ultimate god, Chaos.
And, folks, Chaos is'a comin' faster than them shrimp boats used come in at night up the inlets to Morgan City and Houma--off what used to be a magnificent Gulf Coastal area, with grand islands spilling out away from the thousands of peninsula fingers of connected land reaching out from Louisiana's bottom parishes--like that land from Houma down to what used-to-be the awesome Grand Isle area of Louisiana, straight below New Orleans--oh, er-ah, hah-hah-hah, we forgot, the Corps of Engineers destroyed that coastal area and its natural rebuff of the mighty Gulf of Mexico, that huge body of water that seems to welcome horrendous storms with open arms as it did September a year ago when it opened its arms to a hurricane babe they named Katrina and thanks to the disastrous wiping out of the reef and sand barriers at the mouth of the Mississippi--you see, folks, the Corps's obligation was to the oil industry (it is all about OIL) and in order for the oil industry to ship its offshore oil and its imported foreign oils up the Mighty Mississip, they needed wide channels in the true delta and not the slave-driven-cotton-kingdom delta of blues fame and antifortune further back up the Mississip just off the still slave-smelly-Mister-Charley world it's always been--blues or no blues. Nope, those huge oil tankers needed a deep-deep channel stretching way way on out there so they could come in from the Gulf of Mexico--[Note: from an old Ernest Tubb hit from WWII: "Ridin' on a tanker/In the Gulf of Mexico...."]--and plough on up the Mississip to Baton Rouge where the air is reeking with fumes from the many oil refineries and chemical plants that keep Baton Rouge from sinking back into the bayous from whence it came--and so the Corps of Engineers redefined the DELTA, destroyed it as a barrier and opened it up as a wide-mouth channel and Sister Katrina just simply holy rolled her chaotic way right on up the Mighty Mississippi right on into New Orleans, except not onto the higher ground of New Orleans, the White Garden District, the White Vieux Carre--but crashing onto the Ninth Ward and the Channel District, and up the Channel and the Lake Front to Metairie, where the real New Orleanians, both white and black, some well-to-do, lived, though mostly this area was home to poor folks, and yes the poorest of black folks (most blacks in New Orleans) with their wonderful New Orleans-Caribbean culture and their wonderful and so unique music they gave us--the parades, the marching bands, jazz, r and b, out there, those Corps-built levies built with such substandard skills, those are the levies that gave way and allowed Katrina to turn male and Fuck the hell out of half of New Orleans in their fleeing asses--
That's the Chaos we here at The Daily Growler worship. Man doing Chaos's bidding, convinced by the fears spread by big bad Chaos about the world being doomed and our only salvation being from the supernatural, while all the while Chaos is the home of the supernatural and believing in these supernatural saviors is what is leading us human-animal-hybrids like lemmings over the brink and into the unknown unknown of Chaos. We rebuke Utopias. We rebuke peace on earth and good will toward the eviliest of the world's creatures, the ultimate predator, man, woman, and their children. And one can get the word "Beat" from either Beatitudes or Beasts, and the beat of the beasts is that echoed through it coming from the calling drum of Chaos and the dance of futility (the concluding dance in Stravinsky's Le sacre du printemps, the only end to the dance is death. As long as we're dancing we're living; when the dance is over, then there is only Death, the engulfing of Chaos).
Yes, computer freaks have said they have found a pattern to Chaos in their modeling sessions and using Deep Thinking computers, but then one such fractile freak claimed he ask a Deep Thinker if there was a god and it answered him with an undefined "Yes." But then you could probably find god on a Ouija board, too, if you truly believed in the supernatural power of a toy made by Parker Brothers, a Chaotic toy. Toys 'R truly Us, maybe.
The Daily Growler Psychic Intentions Division, under famed Psychic Quack Dr. N. Coler Wilson, asked this Parker Bros. Quija if there was a God. You see the answer it gave us. Proof positive?
And How Fast, You Ask, Is Chaos Coming?
Here's our take of Chaos as it is coming. Currently 1/2 of the world's workingclass, 1.5 billion, is earning $2.oo a day or less. This is in keeping with Neo-Conservative values. We tend to forget that the whole design of the Neo-Con world takeover is based driving down the dollar---which they are successfully doing--the dollar is falling fast against the Euro. Our pals the Saudi Arabians, our precious Arab friends, home of Osama Bin Laden and his dear, sweet family, including his brother and Bush family adopted brother Prince Bandar Bush, have decided to abandoned the dollar and basing the prices of their oil in Euros, which is OK with the Neo-Cons, since that helps ruin the dollar and once the dollar is ruined and the US is leveled off into an almost Third World economy (always remember that Cheap Labor has been the goal of globalization going all the way back to the Industrial Revolution), which is OK with the Neo-Cons, too, because it means that the other 1/2 of the world's workingclass, those making more than $2 a day, 1.5 billion, must be toppled over, so to speak, so that those 3 billion world workingclass will be leveled off into a level world wage--yes, it will be a slavery wage, the workingclass slaves making the luxury items needed by the world's leisure class, whose 1% own 90% of the world's wealth--finally, a RICH ruling class over a Dirt-Poor workingclass (NO UNIONS)--DIVIDED they fall. "Division." That's a key word in the Chaos Bible. Division causes chaos. Unity causes action and action causes growth...oh, blah, blah, blah, let's go back to the Quija board and ask it, "Will we be saved?" The answer, "Yes, by Chaos, you fools. Why? Because in Chaos, salvation is DEATH.
As Sigmund Freud would say, "Hell, we wish for death constantly, finally we will get our collective wish." That's not a real quote from Freud, of course, but you know what we mean.
"The Chaos Theory" Explained [Click on Chart Below to See It]
Chaos Theory: A Brief Introduction
What exactly is chaos? The name "chaos theory" comes from the fact that the systems that the theory describes are apparently disordered, but chaos theory is really about finding the underlying order in apparently random data.
When was chaos first discovered? The first true experimenter in chaos was a meteorologist, named Edward Lorenz. In 1960, he was working on the problem of weather prediction. He had a computer set up, with a set of twelve equations to model the weather. It didn't predict the weather itself. However this computer program did theoretically predict what the weather might be.
One day in 1961, he wanted to see a particular sequence again. To save time, he started in the middle of the sequence, instead of the beginning. He entered the number off his printout and left to let it run.
When he came back an hour later, the sequence had evolved differently. Instead of the same pattern as before, it diverged from the pattern, ending up wildly different from the original. (See figure 1.) Eventually he figured out what happened. The computer stored the numbers to six decimal places in its memory. To save paper, he only had it print out three decimal places. In the original sequence, the number was .506127, and he had only typed the first three digits, .506.
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Now you're reading something tough--kind'a chaotic, wouldn't you say?
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