Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Growing Up Absurd (2)

In my posting called "Growing Up Absurd (1)" I asked whether most jobs today were any less absurd than the jobs of the judges, lawyers, and other officials in the legal bureaucracy in Franz Kafka's "The Trial". I cited the jobs of generals and soldiers; the jobs of men who make weapons for them; the jobs of the men in that part of the jail system dedicated to keeping drug-users and drug-sellers behind bars; and the jobs of teachers of history in schools.

Although these are "public sector" jobs, they are, apart from the teaching jobs, the sort of public sector jobs that normal men like you think are worthwhile. Normal men like you agree, do you not, that you can never have too many generals and soldiers, and guns and tanks and fighter planes, and jail guards and jails.

I'm going to turn today to jobs in the "private sector". Although, as a normal man, you'll believe as a self-evident truth that all jobs in the "private sector" are worthwhile jobs and therefore not absurd jobs, is it possible you're wrong?

Do you, by chance, work for an organisation that makes or distributes potato chips, popcorn, cheese-whizzes, nachos, fizzy pop drinks, and their like? Or perhaps you work in a hamburger joint, or are the manager of one? If so, your job is in the service of making or selling foods that make your customers unhealthy, so that your foods will kill them if they eat enough of it.

But, even if your customers don't eat enough of your foods to kill them directly, to the extent that they do eat them, they will suffer clogged arteries and high blood pressure that will lead them to expensive heart operations and imbibing expensive drugs that the taxpayer will have to pay for.

Perhaps, though, you work for an organisation entirely different, like a news organisation. Maybe you're a journalist, or an editor, or a television news-reader with expensive hair. If so, you'll surely know that the news you give out is not to educate your readers or viewers, but to distract them from what's really going on, or to frighten them so they'll keep coming back for more.

You may work in advertising, so that your job is to persuade people to buy things they don't need, or don't really want.

Or you may work on Wall Street and routinely do the sorts of things that nearly caused the world's economic system to crash not so long ago.

If you work in any of the jobs I've just talked about, your job is absurd, as absurd as the jobs of the judges and lawyers and officials in The Trial, as absurd as a job where you're paid to dig holes and then immediately fill them again.

The real difference between your job, and the jobs of men who dig holes and immediately fill them again, is that they'll know their jobs are absurd, whereas you either don't know your job is absurd, or you don't want to know. Even if you suspect your job is absurd, you must pretend it isn't, otherwise you'll be fired and your little world will collapse.

Have you wondered about all the jobs people do for nothing, the volunteer jobs that make people's lives better and make cities better places to live in? These are non-absurd jobs, but no-one wants to pay people to do them. Isn't this absurd? Nyaaah, you don't want to think about that........

In The Hot Still Pinewiney Silence of An August Afternoon......

I always meant to read Faulkner but somehow never did. Until now. Because someone said there are echos of "The Trial" in "Light In August", I've begun reading "Light In August".

When it starts, a young woman, Lena, is walking the dusty roads of rural Alabama, trying to find the father of the child who lies in her womb. She sits down on a ditchbank at the side of a road for some moments rest. She hears a wagon, and looks up and sees it coming towards her.
The sharp and brittle crack and clatter of its weathered and ungreased wood and metal is slow and terrific: a series of dry sluggish reports carrying for half a mile across the hot still pinewiney silence of the August afternoon. Though the mules plod in a steady and unflagging hypnosis, the vehicle does not seem to progress. It seems to hang suspended in the middle distance forever and forever, so infinitesimal is its progress, like a shabby bead upon a mild red string of road.
So much so is this that in the watching of it the eye loses it as sight and sense drowsily merge and blend, like the road itself, with all the peaceful and monotonous changes between darkness and day, like already measured thread being re-wound onto a spool. So that at last, as though out of some trivial and unimportant region beyond even distance, the sound of it seems to come slow and terrific and without meaning, as though it were a ghost travelling a half mile ahead of its own shape...........
I think I'm going to like Faulkner........

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Growing Up Absurd (1)

At the beginning of Franz Kafka's "The Trial" Josef K is arrested in his boarding house by two men who march him into the room next to his for an interrogation by a police inspector.

Regarding all this, the following passage says much, notwithstanding that Kafka later deleted it:
The interrogation seems to be limited to looks, thought K., well, I'll give him a few minutes' grace. I wish I knew what kind of an official body it can be which goes in for such elaborate arrangements in a case like mine which, from the official point of view, offers no prospects of any kind. For elaborate is the only word to use for this whole setup. Three people already wasted on me, two rooms not belonging to me disarranged, and over there in the corner three young men are standing and looking at Fräulein Bürstner's photographs........
Absurdity and the wasting of time by paid officials are what this passage is about. This is also a theme of "The Trial". A huge judicial bureaucracy has to exist because large numbers of people, of whom Josef K is one, are charged with crimes, but aren't told what their crimes are. They must spend years trying to get the charges lifted. Hence the need for large numbers of police, lawyers, judges, and the administrative staff to support them.

While the jobs of these officials are clearly absurd and a waste of time and money, are they any less absurd and any less a waste of time and money than most jobs today?

Think of armies. They exist to fight wars, but wars most times never come. So the generals and ordinary soldiers spend their entire working lives practising for wars they'll never fight. However, if the army is big enough, it'll often find excuses to start little wars to justify its existence.

Think also of all those who make the guns and tanks and aeroplanes for the soldiers to use. Are their jobs not as absurd and as much a waste of time and money as the jobs of the generals and soldiers?

Think of all the jails that must be built, and all the prison warders who must be employed to keep drug-users and drug-sellers in jail. Most of these drug users and drug sellers have never harmed anyone. If they live in free societies, why aren't they free to take drugs and sell drugs if they feel like it? If they were free to, as they should be in a free society, the jobs of all the prison warders who keep drug users and sellers in jail, wouldn't be necessary, nor would the jobs of those who build the jails. Hence their jobs are absurd and a waste of time and money.

While schoolteaching is looked on as an honourable profession because it lessens ignorance, does this apply to the teaching of history in schools? Since history, as taught in schools, is shaded to inculcate flag-waving patriotism, any history that shows that the country's founders did bad things and told big lies must be ignored. So, history as taught in schools is merely propaganda, and, as such, perpetuates ignorance. Is not, then, the job of the history-teacher absurd and a waste of time and money?

I've dwelt only on some "public sector" jobs. What about some of the "private sector" ones? I'll speak of them next time.........

Sunday, March 18, 2012

A Little About Kafka

I recently re-read Franz Kafka's "The Trial". I found it as depressing as I found it the first time, which was twenty years ago. I read it again because I feel any novel worth reading, like "The Trial", should be read more than once, and because someone whose blog I read regularly has been writing about "The Trial".

Surfing the internet, I see there's an awful lot that's been written about "The Trial", most of it too abstruse and intellectual for me to understand. This is the same for me with other Great Novels I've read. Most of what's written about them I can't understand. And the little I can understand (or think I can), speaks to me hardly at all. Is it just me?

Maybe it's for you too, but you won't admit it for fear of looking foolish in front of your little friends, who, too, won't admit that they can't understand most of what learned professors say about the Great Novels, and what little they can understand speaks to them hardly at all either?

I feel, though, that to understand a Great Novel, you should learn at least a little about its author, since novels tend to be autobiographical. What, then, about Franz Kafka?

I've learned via Google that Kafka was born in Prague in 1883, into a German-speaking Jewish family. Although good in school, he didn't like the traditional, hidebound and authoritarian way he was taught. On leaving school he studied the Law and got a degree in it. However, he didn't practice law, but worked for an insurance company, and then for an insurance institute.

Although he found insurance work tedious and boring, he stuck at it until 1923, when he would have been forty. Then he moved to Berlin to pursue writing. However, he was already suffering from tuberculosis, from which he died not too long after, in 1924.

It appears that Kafka wasn't close to his mother and father. His father, a successful merchant, was a tyrant who bullied his son psychologically. As for women, Kafka had relationships with several, and became engaged to one. But he never married.

At the end of his life, he was isolated from his family, and from a regular job and the companionship of colleagues that went with it. Being Jewish, he was surrounded by anti-Semitic Germans, whose language he wrote in. In his loneliness he tried to find God, but felt God was too distant.

Does this, however little, help in understanding "The Trial"? I'll speak of this another time.........

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Nixon and Me

Most afternoons at about five, when on my way back from something-or-other, I stop off at a little supermarket to buy food for my supper. I find it a pleasant place to buy my groceries. Although it charges a bit more than another much larger supermarket closer to my home, I prefer to shop in this little supermarket because the extra money I'll have to pay is worth the pleasant experience of shopping there.

I do realise I'm not like most of you in grocery-shopping this way. Not only am I happy to pay more in pleasant surroundings, rather than paying less in less pleasant ones, I also shop for groceries every day. Were I to grocery-shop once a week, as Normals do, I would know more or less what I'll be eating for supper over the next seven days. This would be boring.

This little supermarket has a bin in which are used-DVDs of films for sale. Although they sell for between $3.99 and $4.99, I hardly ever buy any because well-nigh all of them I wouldn't watch even if handed out free. Nonetheless I never lose hope that there are DVDs there that I might like. So, each time I buy food for my supper in this little supermarket, which is to say nearly every day, I sift through the bin.

Some weeks ago I came across a DVD of "Frost/Nixon" in the bin. Normally I would have bought it while trembling with excitement, for I can never get enough of Richard Nixon. Until 1994 when he crossed to the Other Side, Nixon had always been a part of my life. The Kitchen-Debate with Khrushchev, the TV debates with Kennedy, the trauma of Watergate and the resignation in disgrace. I had closely followed them all. I read many books about Nixon. I visited his Presidential library in Yorba Linda. Nixon was so much a part of me that when he Crossed Over, a little of me died. Can I go on living with no Nixon, I've asked myself many times since. Seventeen years later, I'm still here. It's not been easy, though.

Nonetheless I didn't buy the DVD of "Frost/Nixon" at first, for I had seen the promotional trailer, which had put me off the film. Hence I had never gone to see it when it was still in the theatres. However, I had seen the original Frost/Nixon interviews, and remembered them well, and thought a re-enactment of them couldn't fail to be disappointing, particularly the re-enactment as shown in the trailer.

Allow me at this point to say that trailers have often put me off films that, when I later did see them, I thought good. What does it say for a film's promoters that the trailer they produce to show prospective viewers how good their film is, makes prospective viewers like me think the film terrible, when it's actually good?

Each time I subsequently shopped for my supper at the little supermarket after first seeing the DVD of "Frost/Nixon" in the bin, I would look in the bin and would see that "Frost/Nixon" was still there. Finally I bought it, but I procrastinated watching it. Then, needing a change from watching the science fiction films on YouTube that I've also been writing of, I did at last watch "Frost/Nixon". I found it................riveting.


A good part of "Frost/Nixon" dwells on something I'd not thought about - the $600,000 that David Frost paid Richard Nixon for the right to interview him. While $600,000 doesn't sound much today to you who are rich, it was a lot in 1977. Perhaps it was like like $4 million or $5 million is today?

David Frost's TV career was going downhill, and he saw interviewing Nixon as a wonderful way to make it go uphill again. He contacted Nixon's people and, after much bargaining, the $600,000 figure was agreed upon, and paid. But, Frost couldn't get the big TV networks to agree to air the interviews because they considered them "checkbook journalism" - as pejorative a term as you get in the journalistic milieu.

So, Frost was in a financial hole. How to get out of it? Offer the interviews for syndication. This worked. The rest is history.

As for the interviews as portrayed in the film, well, they weren't quite as I remembered them. In the film, Nixon bullies the overawed Frost in the first three interviews. Then in the fourth - the interview that focuses on Watergate - Frost finds his feet, and, courtesy of rigorous research, gets Nixon to admit things he hadn't intended to admit. However, in the actual interviews as I remembered them, Frost had more than held his own in the non-Watergate interviews, and - as the film indeed shows - got Nixon to say things he hadn't meant to, in the Watergate interview.

The film has Nixon making a drunken late-night phone call to Frost, in which he said self-revealing things he wouldn't say if sober. It turns out that Nixon made no such phone call to Frost, although he was supposed to have made such drunken phone calls to others.

There's a scene where Nixon, inquiring of Frost how his weekend had gone, asks him, "Did you do any fornicating?" According to Frost, Nixon did actually say this.


If you've not seen "Frost/Nixon", do. Maybe you'll find a DVD of it in a bin in a supermarket near you.

Time now to unpack my groceries...........

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

The Blob

I write this, happy that I didn't suffer the terrible fate of so many in "The Blob", a 1958 film I saw last night on YouTube.

"The Blob" begins with something from Out There hitting earth one night. The sound wakes a nearby homesteader. He goes outside and sees a big hole in the ground in which is a small round metallic thing that has cracked open. Inside it is a dark jelly goo.

The homesteader pokes at the goo with a stick to see what it will do. Well, it oozes onto his arm and he can't get it off. It seems to be devouring the arm. The homesteader runs around in great pain.

He is found crawling at the side of a road by a young man, Steve, and his girlfriend on a jaunt in a convertible. They take him to a doctor who is puzzled by the goo. The doctor injects the homesteader with something to make him sleep, then takes out reference books from his bookcase and begins paging through.

After paging through awhile but not learning much about goos that devour any human limbs they ooze onto, the doctor checks to see how the sleeping homesteader is doing. He sees that the goo now covers the whole arm. The doctor concludes that cutting off the arm is the only thing to do. He telephones his nurse who had already left for the night, and tells her to come back quick.

Meanwhile, Steve, with his girlfriend, has driven back to the spot where he found the homesteader, to look for clues as to what exactly fell from the sky. After rooting around he's still no wiser. He drives back to the doctor's house.

Steve finds the house empty. Where's the doctor, and where's the homesteader? He checks round the side and sees the goo. It has now become a giant......Blob. It has turned red, and has just devoured.........the doctor.

This isn't enough for the Blob. Having devoured the doctor, and no doubt his nurse too, and not to speak of the homesteader, the Blob likes the taste and seeks more. Can it be stopped before it devours.....well.......everyone.

You'll have to watch "The Blob" to find out...........


What lessons are there from "The Blob"? Well, if things from outer space ever land on earth, they may bring germs with them, or may have deadly characteristics, against which the human is helpless.

Because "The Blob" came out in 1958 - the time of the Red Menace, and of Communists under beds, and behind every door, tree and lamppost - the Blob may have symbolised all this. Think only that it became red.

What else?

Oh yes, should the Polar ice caps melt because of Global Warming, a Big Surprise may await............


To watch "The Blob", *click here*.

Saturday, March 10, 2012

The Amazing Transparent Man

At the beginning of "The Amazing Transparent Man" - a 1960 film I last night watched on YouTube - a man has just escaped from jail. From watchtowers above, powerful searchlights sweep the terrain below. Police with snarling dogs search the undergrowth. Roadblocks are everywhere.

This isn't enough to catch Joey Faust, the man who has escaped. There's a car waiting for him on a road. It takes him to the headquarters of Paul Krenner - a former major in several armies - who had arranged that Joey be sprung from jail because, being an expert safe-breaker, Joey's the man the Major needs.

The Major explains to Joey - who didn't know why he'd been sprung from jail - that he wants him to steal from a top-secret safe, radio-active atomic fission material that can make people invisible. The Major is planning to create an army of invisible men that will take over the country, and eventually the world.

The Major has under his control, a scientist in a laboratory who is developing the invisible-making abilities of fission material. There are some flaws still to be overcome. The fission material in the safe that the Major wants Joey to break into, is of the sort that hopefully will iron out those flaws.

After learning he's to break in to the safe, Joey protests to the Major that because he's an escaped prisoner, everyone will know his face since his picture will be posted everywhere. The Major assures him this won't be a problem because he'll be made invisible before he sets out.

Joey is told to lie on a table in the scientist's laboratory. A machine directs rays at him. In next to no time, Joey becomes invisible. Now he can break into the safe in broad daylight with no-one seeing him..........

There is of course lots more, but you should watch "The Secret Transparent Man" to find out.


Making men invisible isn't as impossible as it sounds. I read somewhere not long ago that large objects like military tanks have been made invisible through attaching to the tank, mirrors that reflect the surrounding terrain but not the tank.

Think also of x-rays that make invisible the flesh that surrounds the bones.....

While physical invisibility is not yet a widespread reality, what about psychological invisibility? All women above a certain age remember the day they became invisible to men on the street. From being used to seeing admiring glances from men, they must now tolerate these men looking through them as if they're not there.

It's not just women above a certain age who are invisible. It's old people too, whether man or woman. I, myself, being now old, have, at social gatherings, had to get used to young people acting as if I wasn't there.

Not that I blame them. I, when young, acted this way towards old people too.


If you wish to watch "The Amazing Transparent Man", *click here*. To tempt you even more, I'll let you know that Joey Faust looks something like Richard Nixon, and sounds like a cross between Humphrey Bogart and Ronald Reagan.

Wednesday, March 07, 2012


I saw the film, "Maniac", last night on YouTube. Because there have been several films called "Maniac", you should know that the "Maniac" I saw, was made in 1934.

From what I've gleaned, "Maniac" was originally titled "Sex Maniac". I can only assume its title was changed because "Sex Maniac" was too shocking a title for film-goers in 1934. I feel, though, that more people would have gone to see it had its title not changed.

As "Maniac" begins, you hear the fourth movement of Tchaikovsky's sixth (and last) symphony as the following words scroll down:
The brain, in and of its physical self, does not think any more than a musical instrument can give forth melody without the touch of the musicians hand. The brain is indeed the instrument of thinking, but the mind is the skilful player that makes it give forth the beautiful harmony of thought.

It is because of the disastrous results of fear brought not only on the individual but on the nation, that it becomes the duty of every sane man and woman to establish quarantine against fear.

Fear is a psychic disease which is highly contagious and extraordinarily infectious. Fearthought is most dangerous when it parades as forethought.

Combat fear by replacing it with faith. Resist worry with confidence.

--- Wm. S. Sadler, M.D., F.A.C.S., Director of the Chicago Institute of Research and Diagnosis.
Then the following scrolls down:
Unhealthy thought creates warped attitudes which in turn create criminals and manias. The Chicago Crime Commission made a survey of 10,000 convicted criminals and found them all suffering from some mental disease.

- William Samuel Sadler (1875-1969), psychologist, psychiatrist and surgeon at Chicago for over 60 years, teacher of Psychology at the McCormick Theological Seminary.
If you've guessed that mental illness is a theme of "Maniac", you're right. As for the fourth moment of Tchaikovsky's sixth symphony, well, it's very doleful. Tchaikovsky committed suicide shortly after he'd composed it. He must have been mentally ill.


In "Maniac"'s first scene you see two men working in a laboratory. They are a physician, Dr Meirschultz, and his assistant, Don Maxwell, who is an actor on the run from the police. Dr Meirschultz knows about Maxwell being on the run from the police, but he doesn't tell them.

Perhaps it's because Dr Meirschultz is absorbed in matters more important. He's just developed a serum that brings dead bodies back to life. It's already worked with dead dogs and dead cats. What about dead humans? The problem is, where to get a dead human on which to try the serum? The obvious place is the city morgue. But, how to get in there and retrieve a body without raising suspicion?

This is where Don Maxwell is useful. Being an actor, he can impersonate people, and so can impersonate the city coroner who's boss of the morgue. Under this guise, Maxwell enables Dr Meirschultz to get into the morgue late one night. A beautiful young blonde woman had recently been brought in. She had killed herself through inhaling carbon monoxide. She's perfect for Dr Meirschultz to try his serum on. He injects her. Soon her eyelids are moving. Other parts of her begin moving too.......

However, the Doctor wants to achieve more. In his laboratory there's a jar with a palpitating heart in it. He wants to put this heart in a dead human to see if it will make him alive again. He takes out a gun, hands it to Maxwell and says, "If you vill shoot yourself, I vill bring you beck to life by putting ze heart in zat jar, into your body in place of ze heart zat you hef now. Zis vill make me famous, and you vill be famous too."

Maxwell, not liking this idea at all, points the gun, not at himself, but at the Doctor, and fires........

What to do with the Doctor's body? Well, there's a bricked-up wall in the basement behind which to put it without busybodies finding out........

What if people come asking, "Where's Dr Meirschultz?" There's only one solution, which is, become Dr Meirschultz.

Maxwell dresses himself up in Dr Meirschultz's clothes, puts on a false beard and glasses, and soon looks like the Doctor. He can also speak with a German accent, and so can sound like the Doctor too. But, can he do like the Doctor? He reads all the medical writings of the Doctor he can find. Then he begins treating the Doctor's patients, most of whom seem to be attractive young women.......


What has all this to do with mental illness, you may ask. Well, Maxwell begins thinking he's actually Dr Meirschultz. For instance he begins laughing, when alone, in the same demoniacal way that Dr Meirschultz used to laugh when in the grip of his delusions.

When Maxwell's young women patients are in advanced states of undress, he fantasises making love to them.

Maxwell tries to strangle the Doctor's black cat, "Satan". One of Satan's eyeballs pops out onto the floor during the struggle. Maxwell picks it up and eats it. It tastes to him wonderful, like an oyster..........


When watching "Maniac" (and I highly recommend that you do) you may find yourself thinking of your own doctor. How do you know he's not merely pretending to be a doctor? Like most men who present themselves as doctors, he'll have a framed document on his office wall that certifies he's a doctor. But, how do you know it's not a fake certificate?

When he examines you with your clothes off, does he look at you funny?................


Should you wish to watch "Maniac", *click here*.

Sunday, March 04, 2012


"Dinosaurus", from 1960, is the latest film I've seen on YouTube.

The locale of the film is a Caribbean island, of the sort that those who belong to the Contented Class in rich northern countries go to for their sun-filled beach-lazing holidays.

A construction company is altering sections of the island's shoreline as part of building something-or-other. When you alter a shoreline, the first thing you do is put dynamite deep in the sea not too far from a beach. Then you blow up the dynamite. If you do this, though, chances are you'll blow up the sea bed below as well, that contains embedded frozen bodies of creatures that lived long, long ago, like dinosaurs and Neanderthal men.

Would you know it, such creatures were under the very sea bed that the construction company blew up. The frozen and perfectly intact bodies of a Brontosaurus and a Tyrannosaurus Rex and a Neanderthal man, float to the sea's surface after having lain peacefully under the sea bed for millions upon millions of years.

Ordinarily they would make fine specimens for a museum or some-such. However, while becoming unfrozen, they are struck by lightning during a thunderstorm. This seems to re-light the life-force within them. The bodies come alive and roam the island.

The Tyrannosaurus Rex causes the most problems because it's a natural meat-eater, and is particularly nasty as a result. The Brontosaurus, an eater only of leaves and whatnot, is more gentle. As for the Neanderthal man, he's not as fearsome as he looks, and is more confused by the modernity he comes across, than anything else. For instance when trampling through someone's garden one night, he sees behind a window of the house, a woman who has just applied lashings of make-up to her face. This so terrifies him that he flees.

An orphan boy makes friends with not only the Neanderthal man, but with the Brontosaurus. It's too bad for the orphan boy that the gentle Brontosaurus gets in a fight with the ferocious Tyrannosaurus Rex, and loses, and dies of its wounds.

There's lots, lots more in "Dinosaurus".............


While there's no known instance of frozen dead bodies being brought back to life, who's to say this'll never happen. And some scientist somewhere in his lonely laboratory may well already have brought a frozen dead body back to life, but daren't tell anyone for fear of being put in jail.

You've no doubt heard of those frozen dead bodies of rich men who, when alive, had ordered that they be frozen at the moment of their death from some disease or other, so they can be unfrozen when someone discovers a cure for what they died of, and they can then resume their lives where they left off.

Even if you have no disease, but find life boring, it might be nice to have someone put you in a fridge and freeze you. You could be unfrozen in, say, a thousand years time, when life is less boring than now. Although having someone freeze you when you are still alive isn't allowed, this could one day change.


Should you wish to watch "Dinosaurus", *click here*.

Thursday, March 01, 2012

Mesa Of Lost Women

"Mesa of Lost Women", a 1953 film I saw last night on YouTube, begins with a man and a woman staggering through a desert - the Muerto Desert - while a narrator says:
Strange! – the monstrous assurance of this race of puny bipeds with overblown egos; the creature who calls himself ‘Man’! He believes he owns the earth, and every living thing on it exists only for his benefit. Yet how foolish he is!

Consider: even the lowly insect that Man treads underfoot outweighs humanity several times, and outnumbers him by countless billions! In the continuing war for survival between Man and the hexapods, only an utter fool would bet against the insects.

Let a man or woman venture from the well-beaten path of civilisation, let him cross the threshold of the limited intellect, and he encounters amazing, wondrous things; the unknown, and terrible. If he escapes these weird adventures with his life, he will usually find he left his reason behind.

Perhaps that is what happened to these two souls, lost in the great Mexican desert. But then, ask yourself: why would anyone tread from the usually well-travelled roads of this modern age? – from the luxury of an air-conditioned automobile?

It’s difficult for our modern world of statistics and electronics to accept miracles, but you could almost call this a miracle; a genuine miracle. Out of hundreds and thousands of square miles of heat and seared wasteland, where the vultures wait for the other vultures to die, an American oil surveyor has chosen to explore this particular terrible corner of the earth. The Muerto Desert; the Desert of Death!

This surveyor can hardly credit his eyes. Perhaps they are only illusive images, produced by roasting the optic nerves? But if they do exist, if they are living things from somewhere, one fact is certain: miracle or not, they will not be living things for long. The Muerto Desert, true to its name, will soon convert them into dead things....
The surveyor - who works for an oil company - and his guide, an elderly man called Pepe, bundle the barely conscious man and woman into the surveyor's jeep, and he takes them to the oil company field hospital.

After the man and woman have partially revived through drinking some water and eating some food, the man, Grant Phillips, in a terrified voice, begins telling of giant tarantulas and of misshapen little men and of beautiful indestructible women, made that way by a scientist in a hidden laboratory atop a mesa - the Zarpa Mesa.

Pepe's eyes widen as he hears this story, for he has heard similar stories before. Grant Phillips' voice trails off while the narrator says:
Quite a story he’s telling, isn’t it, Pepe? You heard from your people about Zarpa Mesa, and the mysterious Dr Araña, even though your bosses haven’t. So, why tell them? They would only laugh at you and say,'Poor Pepe! You’re getting old!'

But you’ve heard for years about the grotesque and misshapen people; about the women – strange women who do not die! No, Grant Phillips doesn’t know the whole story. You see, he came into it rather late. It actually began---oh, almost a year ago; the night Dr Leland Masterson, the world famous specialist and researcher, found himself in the middle of the Muerto Desert; the Desert of Death!...
Indeed, Dr Masterson had heard of Dr Araña and was curious. So he made a long journey to meet Dr Araña at his laboratory on Zarpa Mesa. On being shown into the laboratory by a misshapen little man, Dr Masterson noticed that the people working in it were woman, all young and beautiful, and silent.

Then Dr Araña entered and introduced himself. After the obligatory small-talk, Dr Araña began to tell Dr Masterson of his work in transplanting human pituitary glands that control growth, into the bodies of tarantula spiders. Dr Araña said:
The tarantulas began to yield amazing results. They grew as large as human beings, and began developing new reasoning powers; and I found I had the telepathic power to communicate with them. And then I reversed the process; transplanted the control centre of the insect back into the human body.

Doctor, observe this girl! I call her ‘Tarantella’. She has human beauty and intelligence, but still retains the capacities and instincts of the giant spider.
As for the misshapen little men, Dr Araña explained that, just as the male spider is small and weak and the female spider big and powerful, so this dynamic replicates in humans who are injected with growth glands taken from spiders. Before being injected with spider glands, the misshapen little men had been big and strong. Now, not only are they misshapen and small and weak, they are no match for the women who have been made powerful and intelligent and beautiful through being injected with spider glands.

After observing the young woman called Tarantella, whose fathomless dark eyes spew pure evil, and after observing some misshapen little men, and after observing a giant human-sized tarantula, Dr Masterson decides he wants nothing to do with Dr Araña. Not only that, he decides he'll do all in his power to see that Dr Araña's laboratory is destroyed. He tells Dr Araña this. In that case, said Dr Araña, he cannot allow Dr Masterson to leave Zarpa Mesa..........

This is just a little of what's in "Mesa Of Lost Women"........


Made in 1953, "Mesa Of Lost Women" came out in a world very different from today. In that world, it was men who ran it. Women stayed home and minded the children. That was as it should be, for women hadn't yet evolved to where they could do the work of men. Their relatively unevolved brains didn't yet allow them to drive buses or play in symphony orchestras or be lawyers or doctors or run corporations or be prime ministers and suchlike. While some did, they were just exceptions, just as there are exceptions to every rule.

Compare this to today, 2012. Everywhere you look, the Woman is taking over. Look at all the women doctors and lawyers and corporate controllers and politicians and whatnot. In schools today, girls outperform boys. At the University, women now constitute two thirds of the graduates.

Women are storming the redoubts of men everywhere. They are casting them into the valley of the shadow of redundancy. In their desperation, men more and more seek refuge in football, cage-fighting, and the Republican Party. In the growing power of the Female vis a vis the Male, human society is turning into that of the spider..........

Since 1953 wasn't even sixty years ago, what explains the extraordinarily fast evolution of the brain of the Woman, so that She may take over the entire world before you know it. It may not be because of evolution, though, for evolution is supposed to be glacial. How about that laboratories like that of Dr Araña are now a fact, so that, unbeknownst to you, they are releasing women in their many millions into society who have been injected with the glands of the spider?


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