Sunday, September 17, 2017


Moore and Chomsky lost in the jungle

Michael Moore, Lumbago Or Heartburn
The West A Nest Of Hornets
(27 illustrated pages, 47 minutes read)

It all started when I came across this following article on Medium:

Devouring culture. An @NYMag site. Sep 6, 2017,
The Thankless Task of Being Michael Moore
He’s been right about everything before, and he really thinks you are living in a bubble.

That was for me not so much a revelation as a confirmation. I had followed Michael Moore a lot and always found his facts absolutely right but his style particularly irritating at times and quite obviously staged. He was telling us something true but in such a way that we had to keep him and his story at a distance if not out of reach.

I think Michael Moore has never realized his tone was often neutralizing his argumentation. And this tone was the same in his films or in his books. I felt both embarrassed and annoyed by the constructed demonstration that could have been shortened into a simple statement of facts instead of some kind of guidance through a labyrinth of circumstantial elements that had little importance as for the facts themselves and the conclusion that could easily and directly be drawn from the simple statement of the facts.

That’s exactly why I have never liked philosophy: it needs twenty pages to demonstrate that the statement “The sun rises in the morning in the east” is true whereas the simple observation of the sun rising in the morning would answer the question in five minutes, if not less actually.


MICHAEL MOORE, CAPITALISM A LOVE STORY, reviewed on January 11, 2010.

MICHAEL MOORE, MIKE’S ELECTION GUIDE, reviewed on September 23, 2008.





The article by VULTURE on Medium was a long study trying to demonstrate that Michael Moore was a prophet that could not be understood in the USA, his home. The only reason not given by this study is that a prophet is never heard in his own family, neighborhood, home, country, or whatever. Jesus, a Jew who was not a prophet, was not heard by the Jews and he had to be amplified by the apostle of the Gentiles for his prophecy to be heard. Mahomet, a real prophet this time, was not heard in his home town and had to get out of it in exile to start his conquest and being heard.

Michael Moore is not better and I consider it is because he systematically rebuffs people, insists heavily on what he thinks is the truth, on taking a stance and a tone that is humbly disquieting and even quietly disturbing. He cannot be heard because he does not want to be heard by the masses, only by the mental elite that shares his frustrated unbalance. He sounds so much like some of my old friends who were born in the working class and moved out of it and then constantly bring the working class as the norm of their thinking, which is, of course, a lie.

A very common idea: one can never forget and even erase what one was born and raised in. A certain Burrhus Frederic Skinner based his social Darwinism, his social behaviorism, his social and racial segregationism on this very principle. Human beings remain locked up in the Skinner boxes in which they are born. We all know it is wrong, false and even vain, and it becomes pathetic when someone who is so far from what his working-class father was to pretend he had remained faithful to the working class of his father, no matter what.

To deem how wrong this approach of things is we must keep in mind that the billionaire Trump is the elected President of the blue-collar dissatisfied and discontented workers which is in a way unexplainable, except that people only like the words and the music of what they hear and are totally blind at who may be playing that music and howling these words. And the interview given by Hillary Clinton to PBS Newshour on Friday, September 15 did not show any understanding of this simple fact: you are supported by those who like your words, your tone, your music, and as Marshall McLuhan would say this is an all-sensorial experience: one LIKES in one go with all senses the person concerned and that locks up the sixth sense of the Buddhist, the mind.

But let me give you a few instances of my approach of such critical thinkers like Michael Moore and how they speak a language no one who is not part of their elite can understand.

Thursday, September 14, 2017


What Ever Happened To The Russian Hacked Us Narrative From Mainstream Me...

Mainstream media is lying on the subject not to acknowledge Clinton LOST the election. And they add reports upon reports that Russia is dying, starving, collapsing, etc, And Xi is the same: The Chinese are bound to topple down their success with their own demographics. North Korea is a nation of sleep-dreaming and sleep-walking skeletons in a concentration camp. Our western media don't even see that is absurd? Oh! yes, they do. But they want us to believe that the USA is the only power in the world, so they destroy the others with media work.

Tuesday, September 12, 2017


English Grammar for us all

Dr. Jacques COULARDEAU & English Grammar for French Students and scholars

English Grammar, Dynamic and all
A method of guided self-learning

It is high time to start working on your English grammar and language if you have any exam or test sometime this year.
You have at any level of responsibility in any business that has a global ambition and works on the global market maybe not to be fluent in English, but at least to be fully correct both in your written an d oral communication with, professionals and clients.
The secret is the regularity, the motivation and the strong personal involvement in the choice of subjects and fulfillment of the tasks going along with the documents collected in the self-learning unit.
Each student at this level (undergraduate, postgraduate and professional) is supposed to have a program of work totally customized to his or her interests and capabilities using all the resources you can imagine in the cloud and with modern technology.
The most exacting forms are telephone and written communication (email and letters) aiming at clear and well organized and balanced argumentative presentations, all that you have mainly not been offered to do in the standard French foreign language teaching institutions.
That’s what I propose you to do.



English is a living language and as such it has a living grammar. That’s this living grammar I tried to capture in this textbook or description. It is in French, except of course the quotations and examples. The ordering party at the time of research and writing wanted it in French. 

But a grammatical description of a language cannot help you with speaking the language, at times not even with reading it. Beyond the grammar, you may learn and understand you have to develop a practice of the language. Nowadays I am only working with advanced students who are engaged in advanced careers in medicine or in hi-tech, for instance, Artificial Intelligence. Up to last year, I also worked in the very specialized field of payroll and pay slip management.

The best method for “self” learning and teaching is to look for means to be in contact with oral and written English on a very regular basis and to be able to practice written and oral expression in English. Today with modern communication, the Internet, email and the telephone, smart or not, one can have that constant contact with English, oral and written, reception and production.
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Research Interests:Languages and Linguistics, Distance Education, Self-regulated Learning, Teaching English As A Foreign Language, English Grammar, Face-to-Face Communication, Distance Learning, The Internet, Self Assessment in Language Teaching, and Telephone


Morbides funérailles endiablées


Croisement hirsute et farfelu d’humour noir juif, flamand de Belgique et polonais. Un goulasch transsibérien qui vous donne froid dans le dos, mais dans lequel le professionnalisme d’un fossoyeur-enterreur-croque-mort fait ce pour quoi il est payé : il enterre le mort même s’il doit le tuer d’abord.

C’est un défilé hilarant de gag morbide, funéraire, mortifère, funèbre, et quelques autres qualificatifs ayant trait à la mort, cette assurance garantie que tout le monde a à sa naissance car mourir est la fin du chemin pour tout un chacun et même tous les autres. Tenez-vous le pour dit, une fois pour toute.

Et le mauvais goût de cet humour qui n’en finit pas de déraper sur la glace, dans la neige, au grand froid et au grand dam de cette saison de Noël qui serait mieux employée à baptiser des nouveaux nés qu’à enterrer des cadavres de vieux qui de toute façon ont été oublié l’année précédente quand on faisait les grands nettoyages d’automne en élaguant tout ce qui ne passera pas l’hiver.

Si vous avez l’humour plutôt gris anthracite je vous conseille de bien vous amuser dans ce film, sinon vous allez trouver cela d’un goût si chagrin et regrettable que vous en aurez probablement une poussée d’urticaire et d’acné.

La mort est si belle quand elle se profile derrière un crucifix et en haut d’une croix, la tête en bas et les ^pieds en l’air. Diabolique mécréance sardonique et pourtant si plaisante avec une bière pour la mise en bière, et un ballon de rouge pour l’embouteillage.


Sunday, September 10, 2017


Cinema and video this week end, September 9&10


The title of this film refers to the title of a collection of novellas and short stories by Stephen King. This collection contains two novellas and three short stories with recurring characters: “Low Men in Yellow Coats,” "Hearts in Atlantis,” "Blind Willie," "Why We're in Vietnam," "Heavenly Shades of Night Are Falling." The film only concerns the first and the last sections of this book.

Ted Brautigan is an old man on the run who one day arrives in the house where a young boy Bobby Garfield lives with his mother. A relation is constructed between the two and it is this very theme of the friendship between an older man and a young boy whose father is dead that the film studies after Stephen King. It is a very pregnant and important theme in Stephen King. Children are always, in a way or another, the victims of the world, of grown-ups especially.

Bobby is thus confronted to bullies and he learns how to confront them and defeat them. He is confronted with what might have become love with Carol after a first kiss if he had had the opportunity t-o stay around, but his mother moves away after having been molested, at least, by her own boss during a professional seminar away from home. When back she overreacts against Ted Brautigan accusing him of some crime he did not commit.

Yet there is mystery behind Ted Brautigan because he is supposed to be “WANTED” by some low men in yellow coats and he is finally taken away soon after Bobby’s mother return. And the betrayal of Ted by Bobby’s mother who calls the low men to tell them about where they can find Ted Brautigan could have brought some complete different future to Bobby, but he does not go with Ted and remains with his mother. The film then is very short since we miss everything after that departure and before his return for the burial of his and Carol’s friend John Sullivan. The end is even made kind of sentimental with Bobby re-visiting his old home and meeting Carol’s daughter, Carol being dead, and he presents her with an old picture of Carol as an angel in some school play.

The film misses what some see in the book: the fact that baby-boomers missed their historic challenge to produce a better world that is, instead, drowning under a heavy hurricane of consumer’s goods. We are far from “love and peace = INFORMATION,” as Carol used to state. Love has become self-centered satisfaction of hormonal impulses. Peace has become the crisscross pattern of simultaneous limited wars all over the world. And information has become the meaningless soup of being over-bombarded by a constant flow of undecipherable news, fake or not.

Even the central theme of the friendship between an older man and a young boy is rather schematically reduced to something that is always seen as fishy, fuzzy, maybe false, definitely failed when ending with no hope, like in the book, no hope of Ted Brautigan being free again. That’s a shame because such friendships are essential for the simple maturing of boys into responsible and strong adults, and the breaking of it meant for Bobby a ruined youth with two periods in juvenile detention facilities. I regret that mellowing of the book in this film.

Dr. Jacques COULARDEAU &


This film, with an aging Anthony Perkins, is adapted from the book of Stephen King that has the same title. The book is a great book about the growing process of a young teenager when confronted to a substitute of his dead father that can open his mind to life, to culture, to literature, to danger and to love. The film is by far too short to show all the details of this essential situation for any kid: the opening of a mind and a personality to the wide wild world. By being too short it looks like a sketch if not a caricature.

The whole cultural dimension is lost, particularly the discovery of literature and the pleasure to read books. Actually no book is read in the film, and no book is discussed in the film. The danger that is chasing Ted Brautigan is not clearly shown and identified, though it is not identified in the book either, but it is described in many details. Here things go too fast, the mouse falls in the trap too quickly. We are and remain hungry after this meal.

The mother, on the other hand, is quite clearly shown has a naive and selfish bigot. She spends most of her income on dresses and accuses her dead husband to have left her miserable and with many debts, which is quickly shown as false. But she is naive to the point of not seeing that her boss is inviting her to a « convention » over a week-end, because he wants a woman to be at her service during that time. She ends up raped, and she had not even thought of her boss's duplicity, in spite of previous situations that she had had to face.

The film is maybe a little bit sketchy on that point. But this woman is a bigot at the same time and sees evil everywhere, particularly in this male stranger that arrives one day and rents the second floor apartment. And yet she is a bigot as long as she does not need the man to take care of her son during her « convention » weekend. And she does not seem to wonder too hard where the two thousand dollars come from on the night the neighbor goes away.

She just takes the money, though she will, to compensate maybe for her lack of love, buy the dream bike her son had coveted all summer long. In other words, this film could have been a lot better.



This series is surprisingly bizarre. The summary of it is explicit and at the same time evasive. It does not really describe the atmosphere and meaning of this altogether queer – the queer of LGBTQ – sitcom.

When the Pfefferman family patriarch makes a dramatic admission, the entire family’s secrets start to spill out, and each of them spins in a different direction as they begin to figure out who they are going to become. Starring Jeffrey Tambor, Judith Light, Amy Landecker, Jay Duplass, and Gaby Hoffman.”

As you find out by just reading that summary, it does not mention we are dealing with a Jewish family. That implies some cultural, social and ideological, not to mention religious, elements that structure and construct the meaning of the series. In the same way, it does not mention the fact the “family patriarch” was a university professor and researcher and has now retired. He was and still is an intellectual that provided and still provides his family with a tremendous level of financial and economic resources. That creates real and devastating dependency in the members of the family. They are from beginning to end enslaved to the father, in a Jewish family where the Jewishness is transmitted by the mother and in a community where the rabbi is a woman.

Think then of the meaning of the father (by the way the real patriarch is the grandfather who is buried in the last episode) deciding to become a trans woman in his late sixties. It is a challenge to the Jewish character of his wife since he is not divorced. It is a challenge to his secondary Jewish relation to his children who are Jewish because their mother is Jewish and this fact cannot be changed by the decision of the father to define himself as a woman though he remains on the trans-vestite side of his trans approach of his gender rather than on the trans-hormonal side. That only makes the necessary adjustments of the other family members’ approaches of their husband or father quite superficial since it is only changing the gender of the pronouns used for any reference to him, sorry her. He remains a HE under a SHE surface, and the mother does not seem to be able to change her pronominal reference to HIM, not HER.

That makes his move quite pathetic and the wife is quite justified in her just standing on the side, watchful, curious, intrigued and after all nothing else, certainly not supportive.

The three children are quite special.

The elder daughter defines herself as a lesbian and reveals she has always been and she steals her unique lesbian partner from her own marriage in what becomes a mid-life crisis, supported by the father who gives this lesbian couple the family house after he has moved out of it. She is possessive and at the same time she regrets and maybe nostalgically dreams of her ex-husband since she gets a divorce from him, but he is fluid enough to let her (them) have the children of their marriage quite often. He does not seem to really resent the strange situation his ex-wife has created.

The second child, the son, is a greedy sentimental love addict, in fact not love really but only his hormonal outlets that have to be numerous and frequent. He is an authoritarian and possessive music manager fired from the label he was working for but then he is financed by his father to start his own label. He supposedly falls in love with the female rabbi of the community but he is untrustworthy with her and she – let’s hope – is clear enough to know that one missed rendezvous is forgivable but a second is not and yet she only seems to finally walk away after a third unfaithful episode more or less amplified by his younger sister’s gossiping. He has a propensity to invite his ex-lovers, at least some of them, to his family happenings even when he is supposed to concentrate on the rabbi he has declared his first and only real love. What’s more, the series will grant him a very contradictory present: an undeclared and so far unrecognized and unclaimed son. To jump from being the permanent and flippant oats-sower for more than twenty years to being the father of an adult son is majestically iconoclastic since this son is a Christian and he says graces before eating, which is not exactly the fashion in this Jewish family.

The last child of this triad is a younger daughter who is absolutely unable to keep to one objective and one plan for more than six months in her life. She is entirely covered and financed by the father in all her attempts at occupying her free time with entertaining activities that never last long. What’s more, she is a very vicious – though only half conscious – gossip that loves revealing things that are both half true and half false to people who should be protected from those nasty revelations. She hurts everyone around her and then she humbly begs like a puppy for everyone to forgive her and take her back under their protection and their financing.

So the superficial gender trans-formation of the father in that situation is more a gadget than a real deeply explored change. As a sitcom, it is nicely entertaining but it is also quite circumstantial and thus lacks real matter.


Wednesday, September 06, 2017


Killing By Proxy is Fine Art


This is a police – FBI, County Sheriff and City Police – story and their nice rivalry, though in the back of the story, thank God. As a thriller or suspense story, it works well though the main theme is slow to clearly come into view for maybe one fourth of the story. But as soon as we have made the connection then the line is neat and absolutely not fuzzy and it reveals surprises at every single step. If you read the book like that it is definitely gripping and intriguing and along that way, it also reveals how police teams work: two partners on a case are necessarily challenging each other. The challenge is all the more interesting here since the two partners are a man and a woman and the woman is of mixed Chinese descent. The location too is interesting since we are in northern California, but not in San Francisco or Sacramento per se but a lot farther north, in Eureka.

But the main interest of this book is its dystopian science fiction dimension. Science fiction since it considers the possibility of having babies gestated and born entirely, from beginning to end, in an artificial womb. Science fiction since it states that cryogenic technology has advanced to the point of being able to keep the fully developed fetus (9 months of artificial pregnancy) in total frozen lethargy. Science fiction again when it considers one of the twelve “babies” in their artificial cocoons is totally mentally active and can actually project his (note the twelve “babies” are only males) mind out of his cocoon and invade, take control of the mind of another person outside, though it seems to be limited in range to some surrounding area. Science fiction again since this “baby” is conscious of his fate: he is going to be terminated in something like fifteen days, and has been conscious of his fate for nine years, mind you, and has all along committed crimes, murders actually, by taking over one proxy-murderer who killed someone and then bringing the proxy murderer to his or her own end. I will not enter details on the nine or ten cases (there is some discussion on how many really). But the science fiction reveals quite a few things, fears, frights even, definitely social “norms” by clearly associating some elements to the murders and the crimes, hence to non-politically correct events.

The very first question asked here is the identity of the father, hence the mad scientist. The father of the technology is Rutger Haus, with a German name, of course, to be the real Mendele/Frankenstein that devises the cocoon for the full gestating procedure of a “fetus-child” to the birthing point. The same father of the technology to deep freeze a living organism into some kind of cryogenic lethargy. And the same father to devise the procedure to defrost the “fetus-child” into being born. This Rutger Haus is gay and has a friend named Thomas Bok. They go away together and drop the business and Thomas Bok will end up killing Rutger Haus. The follow-up work on this murder is not done, thus implying that being gay is a criminal act of some kind. Thomas Bok disappears in thin air.

But this father, seen as some kind of Dr. Mendele/Frankenstein, needs a business father and this is Edwin Rydall who controls the Rydall business that started in Florida, then moved to San Diego, California, with an extension in San Francisco and they finally moved to Eureka. Their specialty is fertility and how to help some parents who cannot manage to produce a child by their own means, to just do so artificially, first with test-tube babies and implantation of the fertilized egg in the mother (never a surrogate mother) and even more for adults that can afford it the full pregnancy in an artificial womb. The point with these rich customers is that they run into difficult marital times and the “fetus-babies” get frozen for a maximum of nine years waiting for the court decisions. Note this number nine, imposed by the nine months of human pregnancy, but it is also a symbolical mark of evil, the beast, the devil, etc. Note there are nine murders by proxy though this number is not clear since one case has two victims and the case of FBI Agent John Salton is more or less pending. Note that at the end the only case in which the proxy murderer is not dead in a way or another is precisely this John Salton’s case. John Salton is the father of the proxy murderer who managed to burn his own mother alive when he was two years old.

But Edwin Rydall being dead and Rutger Haus having left the business and having later been assassinated, a substitute father is necessary. And it is Dr. Winston who is overlooking the artificial fertility center of the new institution Nascent in Eureka.

And yet that cannot work if there is no mother. The last wish of Edwin Rydall was to have a child from a younger woman’s egg, and that woman is simply a prostitute. The child is artificially produced by artificial fertilization and gestating of the “fetus-child” in an artificial womb. It was the first case of cryogenic freezing since the two parents died in a yacht accident before the birth of the “fetus-child.” And that is the core of the debate because in two weeks the nine-year waiting clause will come to an end. The corporation wants to terminate the “fetus-child” though the family of the mother wants to birth him in order to put their hands on the corporation. They are greedy and totally unethical. It is the responsibility of the substitute father to terminate the “fetus-child.” And that’s where the substitute mother becomes very important.

She is called Dr. Claire Fairchild. Her name is a double declaration of her clarity, luminosity, and at the same time of her perfect motherhood. Note this concept of clarity, generally referred to with the adjective “clear” is a central concept of Scientology and Dianetics, and it makes this Doctor at once suspicious: in a way “too clear to be honest.” She is the one who straightened up the genetic genome of the future child who is named Nathan, but since he has not been christened yet, he is only known by his serial number in the institution and it is 123. Dr. Claire Fairchild produced a perfect genome, hence child, but the book works on the assumption that a human personality is a particular point on a continuum from absolute evil to absolute perfection and that the two extremes are only one. Hence perfection is the most pregnant – more pregnant than that you die – source of evil, and that is a direct criticism of all mad-science theories that preach clarity as the supreme human goal, and first of all Scientology and Dianetics. So Nathan being perfect has to be the evilest “fetus-child” you can imagine. He thus has a power that no one ever had: to project his mind out of the cocoon and to take over full control of a person or a couple of person outside and these people have to transmit to the world an apocalyptic message representing his fright in front of his fate, the fate of being terminated sooner or later and that has been going on over nine years to reach its end now.


Saturday, September 02, 2017


Copyright, France (+ Europe) vs the global world

In this 3,297-word article I summarize the main idea of the book Freedom of Expression and Copyright, The Foundations of All liberties I have published in two volumes.
·  First my research, analysis and discussion of documents ranging from 1100 to 2016 in a Kindle Book (492 pages, 154,663 words, ASIN: B06XNJZ4W6) available in the Kindle Stores of all Amazon sites.
·  Second all the documents from 1100 to 2016 considering essentially England/United Kingdom, and then the USA.(manuscript of 550 pages, 442,835 words) available (without the documents the research is not understandable) in free open access at
This original article on considers the situation at global level and the confrontation of the two basic systems of first copyright in most of the world and second authors’ rights in France and a few other countries.
The stake is the protection of the moral rights of authors. The French-carried system makes them central whereas the American system covers their protection with Fair Use and Common Law.
Most European countries, including Russia, have chosen a compromise with the basic system of copyright to which they have added some articles to define and protect moral rights.
A confrontation is bound to happen in the world but since Europe refuses (under the influence of the French) to negotiate with the main Copyright supporter (the USA) in the name of Cultural Exception and Cultural Diversity, the only arena where it will take place is the global market of Intellectual Property and that will bring the French-carried system to the brink of collapse sooner or later particularly with authors and other artists and creators concerned by copyright who will shift their works to a country working with copyright, particularly the USA.
And they won’t even need to emigrate to the USA because intellectual property can circulate from the creator to the “publisher” virtually and the contract is international. Too bad for Trump. But the French – and the Europeans – may have to cry one day though. Note the British have a totally different copyright law.


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