For all the people-muga of ‘Far Western’ Eyre Peninsula my home a long time and birthplace of my daughter Zoe – līf.. ζωή zoí

Absent-minded professor-style I did actually in the concluding paragraph of the following essay omit the punchline which is that some 20 years ago when my life was at least direly constrained by gangsters and halfwits in an ex British colonial “frontier” Garrison-town (place de sûreté in the French language) I heard on the Australian Broad & Bloke Casting Corporation’s Science Show that as a matter of pride to us simple folk the ‘Wi-Fi’ was discovered by two jokers in Sydney (?) seeking black holes: hoo-oo-whee; you ain’t goin’ nowhere..

Ooh-wee, ride me high
Tomorrow’s the day that my bride’s a-gonna come
Ooh-wee, are we gonna fly
Down into the easy chair

Genghis Khan and his brother Don
Couldn’t keep on keeping on
We’ll climb that bridge after it’s gone
After we’re way past it

“Blinded by the Lightⱽ,” decades ago when I was say a mega-fit prime (ho—ho-ho) of life 30ish Australian Rules Football player and regional manager of government services charged with seeing out the 9th of May 1901 British Empire crap – see the photo i have of myself of that time.. that was time, not Time, my cherished audience of students. Capital values? Oh bring back capital punishment man for judgment is actually me you dumbarses sayeth your lord god of hosts occasionally given to burning down backpackers’ hostels and evidently continually given to mincing the tiny bodies of of the descendants of the sons of Shemp, Larry, Moey & perhaps CURLY – Curly’s a real person who grew up in Redfern, Sydney, NSW 🦘🇦🇺 so GOD MORNING ftrnn vnng v nght Curly 4ROM Hotshot boarding house 2012 & 2013 John in the rapidly destabilising Brian Cox ancient animist and lunatic Julius Sumner Miller objectivist domain^.. you deadset not fake TV or podcast #History students must at this truly terrible moment for our country get a mental grip on the corruption of mainstream Australian culture by USA men with money in the 1940s and 1950s morons and business criminals – there was this Blinded-by-the-light ditty, OK❓

Let me Relate to you, dear reader (s) that despite scores of occasions (temporo-spatial events, c’est) of that Manfred Mann songline burbling blathering and blustering away in a rebellious adolescent (that means Teenager in toffy social list post GWF Hegel inspired & engineered language and shit, young people) Socratic pre First-millenium stand-off i never mentally Digested³ the content beyond the second line which ran “wrapped up in a dream da-di-da-di 123” or some shit.

And is it some remarkable Ronald Reagan Disney Ford Foundation Cultural-studies stinger or what that i can’t find the “Dreamland” Type-thing even now. Talk about Footnotes of Human-history!

The @NVIDIA corporation and barking-mad Sammy of course have this logging of nonsensisation well in hand – along with their stupored little🐓🐓🐓s – hey it’s a trinity – must be the Father, the Son and the Billy Gates’ Billygoats then.

It became clear to me this morning as i procured a “Wired Fidelity,” or some shit, signal with which to connect Wonkadoodle HP Pavilion x 360 Convertible: 14 dh1xxx Rename-in-a-rather-fetching-emphatic (dark-ish) powder-blue, to the Internet that the proverbial proton, or positively charged ‘particle’ is like zero – as genuine mathematicians have known since the 9th century (FM) no quantum – and that if the 19 teens European physicist musing about the sunlight on the walls of the buildings (or wherever) as he sat in a Vienna tram-car had not been monumentally befuddled by the light and may even at some fiurther point in his studies have mentally cracked onto Heat and unlike a now five generation string of Vanity-project mental troglodytes realised fiery ‘holes’ cannot be black.

You bet your while, brown or black arse this – what you’ve just been so fortunate as to ‘digest⁴‘ – represents phenomenological explication (de text. blah, blah Greta-thun early 20thC Anglo-american blah (Literary Studiesn my darlings my flaneurs my wonks and my James Dean September 30 1995 priapistae) meriting the Nobel Prize for Physics 2025 – give me Nobel-lit and I’ll shut you down for the monstrous Normalisation-era of History objectivist global societal parasites you have been.

John Blundell

Australia

We are your servants team.. but, ahm, don’t obstruct our work, will you?

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Song by Manfred Mann’s Earth Band ‧ 1976

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Blinded by the light
Revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
Revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
Revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night

Madman, drummers, bummers
Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat
In the dumps with the mumps
As the adolescent pumps his way into his hat
With a boulder on my shoulder, feelin’ kinda older
I tripped the merry-go-round
With this very unpleasin’, sneezin’ and wheezin’
The calliope crashed to the ground

The calliope crashed to the ground!

But she was blinded by the light
Revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
Revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
Revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
Revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night

Some silicone sister with a manager mister
Told me I got what it takes
She said, “I’ll turn you on sonny to something strong
Play the song with the funky break”
And go-kart Mozart was checkin’ out the weather chart
To see if it was safe outside
And little Early-Pearly came by in his curly-wurly
And asked me if I needed a ride

Asked me if I needed a ride!

But she was blinded by the light
Revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night
Blinded by the light

She got down, but she never got tired
She’s gonna make it through the night
She’s gonna make it through the night

But, mama, that’s where the fun is

But mama, that’s where the fun is
Mama always told me not to look into the eyes of the sun
But mama, that’s where the fun is

Some brimstone, baritone, anticyclone, rolling stone
Preacher from the East
Says, “Dethrone the dictaphone, hit it in its funny bone
That’s where they expect it least
And some new-mown chaperone standin’ in the corner
Watchin’ the young girls dance
And some fresh-sown moonstone was messin’ with his frozen zone
Remind him of romance

The calliope crashed to the ground!

But she was blinded by the light
Revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
Revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night

blinded by the light
(Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat) revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night
(In the dumps with the mumps) blinded by the light
(As the adolescent pumps his way into his hat) revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night

blinded by the light
(I tripped the merry-go-round) revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night
(With this very unpleasin’, sneezin’ and wheezin’) blinded by the light
(The calliope crashed to the ground) revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night

blinded by the light
(And throws his lover in the sand) revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night
(And some bloodshot, forget-me-not said daddy’s within earshot) blinded by the light
(Save the buckshot, turn up the band) revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night

blinded by the light
(Told me I got what it takes) revved up like a deuce, another runner in the night
(She said, “I’ll turn you on, son, into something strong”)

She got down but she never got tired
She’s gonna make it through the night

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Bruce Springsteen

Blinded by the Light lyrics © Sony Pop Music Publishing, Eldridge Publishing Co.

ⱽ students ‘go’ Demesne one of those very old people’s words young people had never heard of maybe until Year 12 if they loved doing English literature study (which many of them ‘hated’ for the entire period of their exposure to the works of late 16th and early 17th century Wheelright – my maternal grandfather was first in his adult career apprenticed as a wheelright i mean seriously, kids, uh-oh, Playwright in the challenging if not miserable five ( ‘go’ lower-case because of course numbers are not capital values but you all knew that) years prior

³ What, oh Master? Are you going to eat my poo directly out of my neatly euphemised homologated homogenised (?) proverbially literarilly-flourishing b-a-d metaphor-wielding rear orifice again? Students may refer to Mad Molly by Erica (Fear of Flying) Jong c 1980 of Mad-molly-had-a-child-damn-thing-went-wild fame OK

⁴ there’s an extraordinarily educative early post WWII book read by virtually every English-speaking adult interested or personally ambitious in public affairs – A PELICAN ‘paperback’ BOOK – written by R. H. Barrow which will explain ‘digesting’ as an epoch-marking indeed youkneeversal poesis False-equivalence rhetorical Culture-bomb for you all. There’s a Quintillian quotation to build or destroy civilisations with as its ‘frontispiece’