Jose Wombat found the lost archives, thanks also to Richy.

January 1999



Another New Religion


I've just thought of a new religion. Well, it ain't so new. It's actually the oldest religion on Earth and is the basics for all our belief systems. It's just that it is so forgotten that if I say it's my new religion, people will believe me. and of course they'll believe the new religion. The name of the religion, not really a religion so much as a way of being, a custom and culture true to the heart and soul. Confusionism. Not to be confused with Confucianism which is an older branch of Confusionism. You may wonder how this all fits in with Wombatism. Well, this is a bit of a schism. An ism schism. It's a personal problem with Jose. Jose, I'll admit, taught me that confusionism is the base of all our knowledge. He thinks he can make it clearer to today's societies which have strayed so many endless dangerously misguided directions. It is pointless to try to make them understand that Confusionism is the mother of all belief systems. It is easier to just make a flashy religion that people will like. Make it a little sexy. it's okay to masturbate and have oral sex. Contraception's cool. don't share needles though. We'll see Krissy. Jose and I don't always see eye to eye, especially since he's often faced towards the sun. Staring into it. I don't get into that shit; it's just money making. Get people buying more glasses. And really, if I must tell the truth, it's sexual stress. We tend to, well since Jose likes to have people think he's a lady killer, I won't explain about our occasional under the belt encounters.


taken from 'Letter to Eva'







Wall Around Berlin. (ig ben ain Barleener)

I was just thinking about the wall in Berlin. It's not there anymore but it wasn't so long ago and they still have court cases about weather or not people should be shot when they try to escape from a country. It was a little odd. All around East Berlin was East Germany but they couldn't just walk out and into West Berlin. Anyhow, there was West Berlin in the middle of DDR and people wanted to go there. They were told that they didn't want to go there because it was a big lie and all. And they had a wall and another wall behind it and barbed wire to remind their people that they didn't want to leave their great country to go to the land of lies.
And whatnot.
And they shot people to remind them they didn't want to leave. Of course they had to. If one was to get away, they'd all want to. But the funny thing is, in a way, it isn't that their system is wrong and ours is right, ours is also wrong. It's just that ours is ours so we think from our point of view so we wouldn't see our system as wrong and we would take offence when some bastard uneducated one of those from the other side said so. And I suppose they might take offence when we told them they were wrong. And of course they were. I'm not going to encourage a government system that can't feed it's people. Anyway, It's just that if you happened to be born in East Germany in the last fifty years, it may be hard for you to understand why things were like they were and why they aren't anymore and how come why is?
And such things.
Maybe that's it. Even if I wasn't clear.


taken from 'Letter to Krissy'




The Medium is not the Message

I've been told by a few people lately that they like my writing. And not just a little, but they explain what they like about it and why. Thanks, I love hearing it. I've always thought I could write well. It's a little hard to judge one's self. I am naturally a little bias towards me and could very well think I'm better than I am.
I was just wondering what makes a good writer. I thought of BB King. He plays the guitar. There are very many people who can play much better. 10 times better. So why did most everyone love BB King so much more than these masters? Because BB had something to play. He, like many of the legends we've loved, wasn't necessarily a master at the technique, but rather was a master of playing himself. He made you believe that what he was playing was what you wanted to hear. Something you could say yes to.
It's the same with writing and other things. Writing is just scratching on paper, guitar is just a pick on a metal or plasic string. That's nothing. Noise. Talent for the medium is certainly part of it. The most of it is to get a 'yes'. Make the audience understand what you think and feel. Say the things that they would have liked to think of themselves but forgot to get to it or already did but didn't know how to expain it.
The medium is not the message. The medium is there so that you can present a message. If you have a message, explain it like BB King.

In Regard to a conversation with Richy




Don't Eat Your Cake

José says, "You can't eat your cake and go to the zoo." and what I think he means by this is: you can have things to say about things and make up generalizations but really in the long run, it's better to not worry so much about how they told you, what you should believe, how to think and whatnot, you are answerable to yourself for the restrictions you allow them to subtly or blatantly control you with. In older English, for example, it was practiacally illegal to put 'with' at the end of a sentence. Remember, never end a sentence with, with. It's a good example for us to go with. Isn't it? See my point is, and it has nothing to do with grammar rules 'cause I believe them to be good guide lines, it is better for communicating, if we all follow some basic patterns. It's also easier to live with each other if we follow some basic customs. But we don't have to let it swallow us completely. It's good to know about things and know how to handle yourself in your culture bur don't believe it all. Don't think 'cause something has been done some way for 200 or 2,000 years, that it couldn't be done another way. Maybe it's even time to do some things other ways. And don't let people discourage you. Which they will 'cause it's our nature. Different is dangerous. So that's also something to say against anything on this essay of how to figure out what José means. Often, I think he just wants to tease us to see if we're awake. Anyhow, since nothing matters, I'll try not to make clear what might not even be an issue.




NO MORE CATHOLIC SLAGING AFTER THIS

"I'm being followed by a big policeman." I also feel like a crimial. I'm not really doing anything so criminal but the paranoia is persistent. Like the Catolic is prevalent here. And it's frightening how much influence Rome has had on us. This Catholic bullshit is from there as was the Roman Empire. No one ever stops to ponder that the Jesus story is a lie. That is to say, it's not true. He's a son of a mom and dad like anyone else and is as dead as my great gramma's grandfather. And the bible is no more holy than the Iliad or Catch 22.

So I want you and your friends to stop encouraging the under ground flow of tentative fear about this Goddam religious thing. It's pissing me off. I can't even say Jesus fuckin' Christ in this town 'cause they're all fanatics for God. Every mountain top has a bloody cross on it. I'd like to climb every mountain and saw off one arm of each cross to make a different symbol, such as the letter 'F' for 'Far Fuckin' Freaky' or 'Flaming Funny Fish'. Anything but 'Dead bloody Christ'.

We have to get over this Christ shit before the French use it as a ploy to rule the western world. And I'm not jesting here. They are sure the blood line of Christ is in France and they have more A-bombs than most everyone else. And when I slag France, I should say that the French people aren't all dangerously Nationalistic world power mongers. Most of them do the same thing everyone else does, destroy their little part of the world. But keep an eye on their government, it's going farther right everyday and they have the potential to make Hitler look like a boy scout on crack. And France isn't the only country that wants the world, Rome still does, at least those criminals in the Vatican. And it was sunny today. We might go to Italy tomorrow.




NO CATHOLICS

was the title of his homepage. I didn't like the title but because of my disregard for the Catholic faith and all others, I was curious what the fellow had to say. My first thought was that he must be Protestant and live in North Ireland.

But as I read on I understood that he was against worn thin creeds that cultures hang onto so they don't go empty handed through their otherwise pointless lives. He explained the typical problems with Catholics that we all know, the killing of civilizations and the slavery of others all in the name of the church. He went on about the Spanish and the lost cultures of the people of South and Central America and Mexico. It was nothing new, we all know those stories and sluff them off with stories of cash crop sugar cane starvation plans and the rest of the resent inhumanity to man events.

What I found interesting was that there was advertising between every paragraph. I skipped to the bottom of the page to see if he had a counter. He did, after many more adds, and it was over half a million.

He also had a link page and everyone was welcome to suggest a URL if they had a homepage that spoke against the Catholics. He had quite a few links but I chose to visit his guest book instead.

The first 30 or 40 that I browsed through all said how great his page was and wished the Catholics would all shut the fuck up, or something worse. I figured he must have deleted outrage comments form the Catholics. But I was wrong. There was a series of comments that almost looked like a chat room except the comments were longer than one sentence. They were all a little steamy.

I decided to send him an email and ask him if he was proud of himself for having such a prosperous homepage by propagating hate.

He replied agreeing that it wasn't the prettiest way to earn advertising money but it was paying his rent. He went on to write that he was inspired to make his homepage when he found a homepage for Catholics. You could add you URL to their page only if your were Catholic.

He was so pissed off at the barbaric hate mentality that he reacted with a forum against them.

I suppose it's his right. We're all allowed to have our clubs and deny entrance to non-members. But it's not the best way. There has to be a better way than alienating each other because we don't have the same pack of lies branded on our feeble sheep brains.




If their weren't aliens,
it would be necessary to create them.

At least as far as I can tell from the traumatic nature of the planet's overlords, the mad destroyers. Us. Our most undesired condition is: inert. It is well within our ability to have a standard of living for the entire planet that more than suits our basic needs. This won't happen. It's not how we evolved. We need stress, strife and oppression. I want to site the old testament of the Christian bible now with no intention to make it fit the theme of 'creating aliens' which of course we've been ignoring so far.

There are many history books, I'm sure all basically extremely bias toward the good guys' but we refer to the days after the Israelites escaped from slavery in Egypt. They were down as low as you could get, building bricks and whatnot for the powerful Egyptians. What do you do when your team is down and you're falling to far behind?

Improve the team spirit.

Believe strongly enough that you are better than the other team, and since in this case, who's to say who's better when it's difficult to see the difference between one bunch of mislead boneheads and another bunch of mislead boneheads.

You see where I'm going with this, I'm trying to show that Moses got his team excited and changed the game. After winning the battle for freedom, they went on a road trip. It was a long one. Forty years in the desert with occasional dissension among the ranks, a little idolatry and sinfulness. That's to be expected if you can't get your dog, I mean god, to strike a few bad people dead. The team, which divided itself into 12 tribes, managed to keep there team spirit. Whenever they felt like wiping out a race, they said it was because the bad people didn't believe in their god so they deserved to die. God's chosen ones were good at genocide. Things have quieted down a little, they don't murder as many children, and they've even had a setback in the forties, but they are still a strong team, and few are more proud than the chosen people of the Lord, that guy that Moses created to give his team spirit when they were down.

For people emerging out of the idiocy of the god gimmick, there is a hole. TV, drugs and jobs don't always keep it filled. And I think it's going to get worse. Humans are frantic, always have been, always will be and they have to beat something. My idea is that since the Earth can't support us the way we are going, we must create aliens, like Moses created a god, we have to have a world focus to protect our position. We'll develop space travel and go out there and track down our enemy. Perhaps it takes us a million and two years to find where they are hiding, but when we locate that planet with very suspiciously looking air-breathing fish, we can annihilate them. And then we can go to another star system and kill something else that isn't the same as us. And together we can wipe out all the evil of the universe. And I'm serious here. If we aren't prepared for the alien meeting, they'll do the genocide procedure on us. They'll know that we are too dangerous to let loose in the universe. So if we want to survive, we have to develop quickly before they stop us.

So here's the plan. All war money goes into a world space program, we do it now and do it balls out. And no religion is required. It's us against them. Here's another theory I leave for you to develop:

The aliens are already here. They keep us doing stupid things so we won't evolve into intelligent beings and take over the universe.




A Warning about Wombatizum.

Already there are confused reactions about José. He has warned me that once one starts giving the people hope with words, misunderstanding follows shortly thereafter and importance will be found in dark corners of unclear statements. Meaning will be constructed out of hearsay

For this reason, José is very reluctant to make himself public. He doesn't want a religion of Wombatizum. He doesn't want people to follow his words. He is upset about the reports of his siting by rage news papers. They are not true. Anyone claiming to have seen José is mistaken. Anyone claiming to be José Wombat is also not truthful.

A false José is in the same league with self appointed religious leaders who proclaim they know god. God is not to be known. There is no truth that is secret.

Read José's words but do not follow them. Do not be a propagator of Wombatizum. It is not what José intends. It is what he fears.

1999 is the year of the Wombat.