Chomsky is Not Dumb Afterall

On Wed, Feb 20, 2008 at 7:50 PM, Noam Chomsky wrote:

I don't recall receiving it. Interesting thoughts, but I have no useful comments.

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From: Saeed Fotuhi (by way of Noam Chomsky )
To: Noam Chomsky
Sent: Wednesday, February 20, 2008 1:19 PM
Subject: Re: you're dumb

the below one:

and did you not get the one entitled: "i figured it all out?" that was the one ignored by you. i'll pasted it below this csis one. please reply.

Saeed

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From: Saeed Fotuhi
Date: Feb 3, 2008 5:30 PM
Subject: csis
To: Noam Chomsky


i am having problems with the canadian secret intelligence service. they are playing games i can't figure out. i know i'm innocent.

saeed


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From: Desmond Morton
Date: Mon, Feb 18, 2008 at 3:16 PM
Subject: Re: I figured it all out.
To: Saeed Fotuhi


But what if, as you say, it IS arguable. How do I know that you have, indeed, figured it all out? What if I only discover your error after I have persuaded all my animal-hating friends to destroy them all. Then another clever person explains how vital they were for the environment. It may be a little late to resurrect them. You can turn tpo Christopher Hitchens for an outspoken and even brutal account of the evils committed in the name of beliefs. Can any educated person ignore that cluster of observations? I have now read statements from scientists arguing that refusal to accept scientific evidence should be a criminal offence. Such a law, in the hands of environmentalists, would leave no one safe.
As proponent of an idea you close, rationally enough, with a desire to be remembered,m respected and, in effect, worshipped. Could this be interpreted as arrogance or the respect due to divinity?

Desmond Morton

> ----- Original Message -----
> From: Saeed Fotuhi
> To: Desmond Morton
> Sent: Saturday, February 16, 2008 8:48 PM
> Subject: I figured it all out.
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> I figured it all out.
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> There is such a thing as the body politic. Intelligence is not just something an individual does, but that all life does together. There is a higher consciousness, and that consciousness is omniscient because it is all knowledge. It is a mind, and it is a very intelligent mind.
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> Image a brain that is clouded by some kind of drug. Let's say Heroin. It is being numbed and fooled by this useless chemical. That is what is happening with the higher consciousness in the world today. It is being numbed and fooled by non-human beings. It is being influenced by bestial currents.
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> What this body politic has to do is to stop doing Heroin, and get rid of that chemical that is slowing it down. Put in another way, which I don't really like very much but that works great for this point and this point only, the greater brain has to submit itself to a lobotomy by killing all non-human animals.
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> It is arguable that non-human animals serve humanity. Like for food for example. This may be solved by moving towards a totally vegetarian diet. In the meantime, for those of us who like hamburgers, we can start by reducing the "heroin" in our greater brain by killing off animals like pigeons, squirrels, foxes, rats, and other city-infesting animals; and then move on to cut our addiction to cats and dogs; and finally cut down our addiction to all animals. This may take generations or days, depending on how fast this meme of mine travels.
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> Spread this idea like it's a virus. A human virus. Before the brain overdoses one too many times, and we blow ourselves up by accident. Do it.
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> And I would appreciate it if you gave Saeed Navid Fotuhi (or spelled Fotohinia) some credit for it.

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On Wed, Feb 20, 2008 at 4:35 PM, Noam Chomsky wrote:
> Sorry, but I don't know what you are referring to. I don't remember criticizing or ignoring anything, and don't know about any CSIS email.
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> Noam Chomsky
>> ----- Original Message -----
>> From: Saeed Fotuhi (by way of Noam Chomsky )
>> To: Noam Chomsky
>> Sent: Wednesday, February 20, 2008 9:55 AM
>> Subject: you're dumb
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>> i never thought that there would be anything i could, or anyone could, say that would "shut you off" I guess that CSIS email must have rubbed you the wrong way.
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>> given our long history together, starting while i was still in the military, i had hoped for some kind of support and trust, mere words, maybe even just words, but instead there was a cowardly span of silence.
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>> this is what i was talking about when we spoke on the phone so many eons ago, Noam. i hope you can remember.
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>> well, i guess all good things tend to come to an end, old man.
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>> i will take from you the great powers of the whisper, and a stable heart-rate, now that i've figured it all out. you had your chance to make my message heard. but you just sat on it, like the military did, and CSIS has, and art school did.
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>> nostradamus fortells a persian saving the world. i can assure you that i already did. no thanks to you and nader.
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>> i've left you a picture of me. so that you can finally see the kid you've been putting up with for so long. i've put childish things aside.
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My Triumph

in one day i have gone hot air ballooning, i've listened to a child play a charming violin, i've attended many church services, i listened to a soldier sing the american national anthem, i watched a great junior league baseball game, visited a beach where they had built elaborate sand castles, rode with two kids in their car to the drive-thru pharmacy, watched many parents play with their babies, sat in with several auto and motorbike racers, flew over Vancouver island on a model airplane, watched a Bolivian parade of dancers go by, watched a parade of tractors go by, watched a beautiful news story on a woman who gave millions of people hugs, looked at kids skateboard around with their shirts off, watched a surfing competition, listened to a man talk about how happy he was to have won his 50th hot-rod race, walked through the Montreal Gay Pride parade, and watched the Dragon Boat races that took place in the same city on the same day. In fact all of the mentioned things all took place on July 29, 2007. That was the day I was supposed to have my Triumph parade, and I guess this can be considered it. But no one has called me "General" and my face was not painted red. I had waited on Triumphalis, and the only thing I got was I walk through time. All I ever wanted was a bit of cheese.

Turn your alarms off.

I hate being interrupted when I am doing something. Either by the sound of the phone, or, more importantly, by the sound of things like the GMAIL Notifier. I long ago stopped using that thing because I found it turned me into too much of a Pavlovian Dog. Every time I would hear the bell ring I would salivate at the idea of a new email - even while I was in the middle of reading a text or watching a video.

As a result I check my email constantly, but that is only in between pages being loaded. Saves times and ensures peace of mind in our, as my friend Dejan at the Academy calls it, "Hyperpostmodern" world.

Giant Little Girl is Really Intelligent

this is a handy little (maybe not) model for artificial intelligence as it is working on the internet today. that little girl has intelligence, but just like a laptop has an external harddrive kind of way. she has the sensibility of many minds, and her ability to connect them all in one is her character. more amazing insights on:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qBXr15K2uSc

I figured it all out.

There is such a thing as the body politic. Intelligence is not just something an individual does, but that all life does together. There is a higher consciousness, and that consciousness is omniscient because it is all knowledge. It is a mind, and it is a very intelligent mind.

But it could be smarter.

Image a brain that is clouded by some kind of drug. Let’s say Heroin. It is being numbed and fooled by this useless chemical. That is what is happening with the higher consciousness in the world today. It is being numbed and fooled by non-human beings. It is being influenced by bestial currents.

What this body politic has to do is to stop doing Heroin, and get rid of that chemical that is slowing it down. Put in another way, which I don’t really like very much but that works great for this point and this point only, the greater brain has to submit itself to a lobotomy by killing all non-human animals.

It is arguable that non-human animals serve humanity. Like for food for example. This may be solved by moving towards a totally vegetarian diet. In the meantime, for those of us who like hamburgers, we can start by reducing the “heroin” in our greater brain by killing off animals like pigeons, squirrels, foxes, rats, and other city-infesting animals; and then move on to cut our addiction to cats and dogs; and finally cut down our addiction to all animals. This may take generations or days, depending on how fast this meme of mine travels.

Spread this idea like it’s a virus. A human virus. Before the brain overdoses one too many times, and we blow ourselves up by accident. Do it.

And I would appreciate it if you gave Saeed Navid Fotuhi (or spelled Fotohinia) some credit for it.

the weirdest site in the world

www.quebecnewyork.com

Run Soldier Video

It doesn't get any rougher than this.

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-3681592046366985946

My Voluntary Release Request Memorandum

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June 06

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VOLUNTARY RELEASE REQUEST FOR A CONSCIENTIOUS OBJECTION

1. I am writing to make a voluntary release request to leave the CF at the soonest possible occasion.

2. I no longer wish to serve in the CF because I have a conscientious objection to war, the military, and the use of force by nation-states. As per DAOD 5049/2, I request to file my voluntary release for reasons to do with a conscientious objection and be subjected to the processes there-writ.

3. The reasons behind my conscientious objection are as follows:

1. Over the past year I have been doing my Master's in War Studies at the Royal Military College in Kingston while I was there on OJT at the LFDTS. During the course of my studies I gained an entirely new and much more refined understanding of what war is. I have been profoundly moved by what I have learned. Specifically, studying the philosophies of nineteenth-century German writers.

2. Study of such writers has made me view the world and the military in a very different light. Just as Spinoza, who was supposed to be the star of his synagogue when he was a child, lost his faith through too extensive reading of scripture, I, through a very close study of war over the past year, have concluded that it too is an artifice of humanity that can and should be put aside entirely. My belief in the whole capitalist system, which the military is only a pond of, has been extinguished by my study of history. In this sense, Clausewitz was right to say that war was an extension of politics; what this also implies is that a volunteer soldier is also a subscriber to the type of political system that fosters the military he is a part of. This, I hope, will not be construed as an attack on Canada alone; my criticism bears a far broader thrust. For Canada, as well as all nation-states, is nothing more than an artificial construction of a collection of individuals. It does not rise above but from the people. As a result of this artificial nature, we can, for example, call ourselves Canadians, Ethiopians, Swedes, and Quebecers with equal conviction. But then, what does the military fight for if not for Canada? The philosophers that I have studied argue that the military is a protector of a specific class and style of civilization, which benefits a particular fragment of the world's population while contributing to the devastation of the disenfranchised majority. It is in this scope that I feel an unalterable sense of alienation from the responsibilities of being a soldier. I can no longer permit myself to bear arms, with the implicit agreement to kill, for an entity whose fundamental function I can no longer sincerely accept.

3. I have no institute, church or living person I attribute to my change in views. So there can be no letters of support from such sources for my decision to leave the military. The only sources I can cite are in print and in bookstores. Having enquired about the secular nature of my conscientious objection with the drafters of DAOD 5049/2, the Director of Human Rights and Diversity (DHRD), specifically, Lt. Col. Carey, and explained in detail my views and how they have changed since I joined, I was assured that my objection is equally valid as one supported by a priest or any other counselor.

4. I hope that I can depend on your support, frankness, and understanding.

5. For your consideration.

S. Fotohinia

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Self-Contained Digital Camera Stands

Canon or some other digital camera manufacturer should incorporate a stand into the base of their cameras which allows users to place it on a flat surface and, most importantly pivot it forwards and backwards to forgo the need of a tripod. This will revolutionize the type of videos and pictures that people take on a regular basis. A similar “origami inspired” stand can be incorporated into telephones with cameras in them. “High tech” should also make use of practical features such as this one, which would only require a little extra plastic.

Shared Email

Why is it that hotlines are answered by tons of people around the world, and yet emails usually all get sent to one account of one person who never has enough time to answer them all. Why don't they just create shared emails where a single email address is divided by a group of smaller local emails? Maybe this already exist and I am talking out of line.

But things have just moved so quickly over the past decade that I don't think every base has been covered yet. I caught myself thinking that they had email and computers in Trudeau's day a few moments ago.

Songs of Innocence

I have seen many different power outlets. There was the Canadian two-barred one with the occasional third hole. There was the Continental European one with the twin barrels. And there is now the English bulky three-pronged jack. Talk about Culture Shock! Hehehehhehheheheh!

But seriously people, this is the key to a whole other universe. Power outlets are like languages for electronic devices. Stop. Power outlets are only universal within a certain area; our world of unity is still divided because of the relics of the past. Past city councilmen and electricians. Past vacuum salesmen and refrigerators. There are no puns that can replace the universal power outlet I have traveled the world over to find. The one that fits all my plugs. Maybe one day that man dressed in white will return at the end of time and change the places we live in. Maybe one day the Mehdi will open our eyes to just how small a space we need to have a good old fashion laugh.

Iran's Secret Weapon

How is it that the country is so united and so spiritual and so loving and caring? They have outlawed the keeping of cats and dogs as pets.

The key to maximizing the potential for inter-human relations lies in the complete elimination of all other animals in the day-to-day processes of life.

Take a look at how Iranians interact with one-another on youtube and see for yourself.

The key is in those pesky animals.

An example of how pets can destroy your life, is my old roomates in Vienna who owned two cats. Mimi and Mitza Katze. Disgusting animals that stunk up the whole house with their litter box, and continuously provoked suspicion and strange sexual tendencies. Neither of those roommates have normal lives, and nor did I during the time that I lived with those cats. The effects on my life were not intangible, they were daily occurrences that culminated in an entirely altered experience over the long-term.

Think of how much influence Barney and Mrs. Beasley have on the White House and the world...just imagine if a bark at the wrong moment in time could have altered the President's train of thought to the point where the course of history was changed. This is the delicate framework that we are living in at this time, and this is the kind of threat that we must face head-on if we are to truly progress successfully in the Anthropocene Epoch: a time of true unmitigated human supremacy. But the remaining species are not push-overs. Sometimes your best friend is your worst enemy. Beware of Dogs.

God 2.0

What is a god in this day and age? Doesn’t God proclaim to be omniscient? Well I have Google. And Google is spelled a lot like God. Wow (not World of Warcraft, but the exclamation)! Does God have spell-check? Does He have an email account He can search using Google’s search engine? He’s probably still using Hotmail and Windows! Google is God 2.0.

It is the user who is a god today. It is 14 yr. old kids taking videos of themselves in their pajamas talking about non-sense that is god-like. It is athenewins who runs WoW and his Paladin. Gods are outdated, but not really. God with a capital is many theocratic or semi-theocratic nations in the world today. Nations and national leaders who haven’t quite upgraded fully enough yet. We live in a time of a Clash of Generations. The old guard and the baby boomers who don’t have clue about how the world is running today, are still in control of the football and the big red button. They are still running the world like its not already leapt into the future.

And I don’t want to be a fear-monger, but…I guess by making this dialectic I am guilty of doing exactly what I am blaming the old guard of doing: Red State versus Blue State, Donkey versus Elephant, Light versus Dark, Bullshit versus War. Sometimes my mind too is outdated and superstitious, and finds comfort in a good battle of the Titanic forces.

Maybe the enemy is the enemy.

iSTD

What is a model? Let’s take a fashion model for instance. What does that fashion model represent? A virus.

It is something that duplicates itself in the organism it lives off of. It spreads throughout that organism, and overcomes it.

The same equation between a virus and model stands for a role model. Shortly after WWII everyone in GB started calling their kids Winston, after the great war-time leader.

What ideas/images are we being influenced/infected by? The species breathes. It inhales history and exhales a similar by-product of it.

We have to be aware of the models that influence and infect our thoughts and perceptions. Then maybe we can start eliminating old viruses and come up with new frameworks of living and looking and feeling.

As a Facebook-exclusive amendment: Apple should come out with something called the iSTD for the latest device that simply influences our minds.

If you agree with what has been said in this note or others by me, please write a comment, and feel free to spread the virus of my ideas. i STD.

The New Book

Covering the history of a T-shirt. Maybe start with the Che Guevarra T-shirt.

I hate the word "new." It makes me sick to my stomach. It is meaningless. Everything is new; everything is old. Everything is now, and before, and meaningless. Does the word "tree" actually still refer to that thing in a forest? Or that thing on your wallpaper? What about the word "wall"? We don't have the linguistic tools necessary to deal with these new dimensions we are living in on a daily (define) basis. I can't remember what time-zone I'm in anymore.

So the new book, to go back to the title of this note (yet another outdated practice), will cover not history but the coverage of history. Not trees but the image of trees.

One word that has not lost meaning is "tired." Everyone in the streets in every city I have been in over the past year (a military base in New Brunswick, Canada; Montreal, Beijing, Vienna, and London) looks like they've just spent the past three years online, without a single day's break.

We used to celebrate "buy nothing" days, now what about "don't go online" days?

The problem is that even when we are not online, we are still online in our minds. There is so much information that is being processed in our heads while we are not directly plugged in that we could stare at a dark computer screen and still feel the "force" of the internet at work.

Oprah says that 60 is the new 40. But I would contend that 2008 is the new 2020. We have ACTUALLY traveled through time.

Time is only a factor of cultural change. What proves to Michael J. Fox that he is in the future in Back to the Future II? All the cool new stuff that suddenly appears before him. Has anyone noticed people on Segways in their streets? And all the major advances that have been made in every industrial and academic sector in the world?

We live in a time of anachronisms. Trees are no longer just planted things, but also figurative images digitized in ones and zeros and technicolor.

All I can say is: I miss Mickey Mouse and his theatre.

A Rose for Emily

stop bothering me with your questions and your fake i.d.
nobody in this world has a clue.
everybody is so flamingly dumb.
except me. i'm a genius. i have a perfect memory.
i have killer good lucks. and i live with my mother.
i can't wait till Paris Hilton doesn't make any money anymore.
i can't wait till people don't pay attention to Britney Spears.
more people should read my notes and pay me for it.
then maybe i can move out of my mom's house.
to my credit, at least i am writing a book.
when i give out too much information, it no longer becomes a piece of writing but a piece of diary.
i keep trying to get away, but it keeps dragging me back. the inernet.
i feel like i know something, but i don't really know, dear diary. how much of an impact am i making on this web? can you feel my reverberations from across the globe? have we reached the Shangrila and happy days of yore? or are we still tearing up old fragments?

you with your judgements and classifications. with your dopamine and internet access on your mobile device. And your bad advice. stop judging me from your ivory tower and your pastoral novels.

is there enough time in the world to read the opinions of everyone writing down their opinions in the world at this very second? Boom. A thousand zephyrs and stallions. She wrote a poem about me once. It was delightful. I think she went to Argyle High, but I am losing my hair.

Who reads this rubbish ever? Could anyone find as much enjoyment in reading it as I do in writing it? I REALLY like my own writing. But the problem with my popularity as an author/poet/minstrel/phone

rings...is that I am too brutally honest. I won't hide the fact that I remember exactly where I learned every word and phrase that I write down. I borrow other people's snippets of voices and fit them into my own verse.

that is how i can convince myself sometimes that the CIA is after me, and I am really the butterfly that affects all weather patterns on the internet and the world. nobody and everybody reads what i am writing at this point. i am the most read author in history. i write ALL opinion at once. the universe goes through me.

humility is something the prophets used to hide their brutal honesty. Brutish beasts... and men have lost their reason (that's Shakespeare).

but what do you know with your misinformed intentions and incomplete retentions. Attention Attention all passengers, this is not a drill. And we waited for the bill to come. The meal was over. The conversation done. Now was the twilight between consumption and production, between the swipe of the fork and the stroke of the ballpoint pen.

That's nice. I am not afraid.

Why I Am an Artist

The military beast gets hungry. It feeds on war, and medals. It needs to express itself. So do I.

As an artist, I can speak in abbreviated form. As an artist, I can count on my friends to support by work and not destroy me in the process. Friendship comes on a level plane for an artist. That plane is paper.

I have met with: The Chief of Defence Staff of the Canadian Forces, Gen. Rick Hillier, in person and looked into his blue eyes and told him I needed to speak to him in private. He said he would, but never did. Who can I trust if not our General? So I left. I emailed Daniel Richter my resignation letter, he flew to Vienna and discussed the matter with me in person…on camera. My conclusion to him after many thoughts was: Beauty is Dead.

The Third Reich is winning in Vienna. Read the Kronen Zeitung ever? And Vienna is a cultural capital. We have balls in Vienna! I said it therefore I’m done.

I am an ARTIST. It is hard to imagine someone would define themselves by their profession. Isn’t it?

I am no longer an officer. I hate the officer class! It reduces the Non-Commissioned Member class at every chance it gets, and requires rank and custom to reinforce that arbitrary divide.

Fuck the officer class! All over the world. If I disappear it will not be without a bang.

Remember Argentina! Remember Chile! Remember the wars of the past century! Not just the 5th of November. The 5th of November makes you forget all other days of war we have seen these past 7 years.

People of the world! Lend me your ears! A Holocaust is before us! One not opposed by anyone else. Even they have been exterminated by the dusts of history. All nations are up in arms, and a leader is missing.

I have met with: the former High Commissioner for Human Rights, H.E. Mary Robinson. I spoke into her pale brown hair and green eyes. We must meet again, Mrs. Robinson.

I have met with: the President of South Africa, H.E. Thabo Mbeki. On several occasions and length I explained to him the important of African and Canadian work towards the solutions of racisms. He treated me with respect, and accepted my declaration.

I have spoken in great detail with academic around the world: Prof. Desmond Morton (the famed Canadian Military Historian), Prof. Joel Sokolsky (Dean of Arts at the Royal Military College of Canada), and Prof. Noam Chomsky (International Best-Selling Author, and Prof. at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology).

I am indeed only twenty-five years old. My eldest brother was chosen Baltimorian of the Year. My family is large and influential. We have links to the former Empress of Iran.

It I should disappear, it will not be without noise. But if I should be listened to the music will be heard across the world.

My job is to organize the Second International Youth Summit for the World Conference Against Racism, Racial Discrimination, Xenophobia, and Related Intolerance. I know the nuance of a word couched in global matters. I think the voice of young people like I was when I organized the first one, should be heard louder than ever before. This is the last chance the world has to express itself against September Elevenism in a constructive and positive way. As Isaiah Berlin best put it, men must be led by positive conceptions of liberty.

The need for this is greater than ever before, and I need your support to carry it through to it completion in South Africa in 2009.

We must unite our conscious minds against the beasts that overrun our sewers.

let's see what chomsky writes back

---------- Forwarded message ----------
From: Saeed Fotuhi
Date: Feb 3, 2008 5:30 PM
Subject: csis
To: Noam Chomsky


i am having problems with the canadian secret intelligence service. they are playing games i can't figure out. i know i'm innocent.

saeed