One thing is for sure. You’re never going to win friends in a Communist oligarchy by telling anyone what is so painfully blatantly obvious. From the people that brought you the French Revolution, the Bolshevik revolution and the Kibbutz now comes, “Dancing With the Stars!” The ultimate leveler of humanity by the playbook of the the Frankfurt School of Political Correctness, AKA, Communism. And you thought it was just some Rockefeller Foundation, NEA/SEIU mandate that all significant TV role models be urban Black! “Shh! You know that Amber Riley is gonna win!”
“All hail the ultimate underclass martyr and national news TV anchor, Robin Robinson!”, and if your French citizens can’t travel to Chicago anymore, so what!
How many days now since there has been anything resembling a news organization to tell anyone how much more of their freedom and wealth have been countermanded by the leftwing / right wing fifth column?
“Rouse yourself up you ‘second handers’ en mass in a group so that the powers that be remain immune from becoming the powers that flee.”
Why should I attempt to talk sense to anyone with rational arguments and undeniable facts when no such thing appears to exist int he public sphere of the ever changing Internet hive mind? Is anyone with a Smart phone still not so drunkenly affected as to notice there is a real tangible universe located 30° vertical from that hypnotically attractive object clutched in their paw? As you are all conversant with the facts of the last thirty seconds, your identity or the context of your latest conversation with bank or friends can be played back for you by Google/NSA
The Doyens of Hollywood, and the keeper of the Federal Reserve, as well as the chosen people of God have achieved victory in their historic three hundred year patriotic struggle against the holy Roman church of Rome. Santa Claus is finally dead and the reigning Papal papa doesn’t mind if you engage in a a little sodomy like many of his earthly princes do.
“Hey, don’t bitch, those other guys get to poke the Goyim before puberty sets in!”, and save a poke up whitey’s ‘big butt’ for Reverend’s, Al Sharpton and Jesse Sr. at the ‘dollar store’ of ‘yellow press’ media publicity.
Feed the poor by becoming one of them! It’s all a ‘knock out’ game after all by both the institutionally underprivileged and the banking ‘too big to fail’ crowd. The mythic ‘dream’ of Masonic America’s, ‘streets paved with gold’ has been replaced by a derivative heavy fractional reserve based paper trail. Work, work as hard as you can, you’ll never get out of debt. As Batman’s most popular rival once spake, “It’s all part of the plan!”
Before my angst and anger continue towards forming the link to the grail of personal cold fusion, let me suggest that the great dominant liberal ‘Triparte’ powers of Western Imperialism has begun to implode upon itself. Destruction is once again imminent as has been the case of all great empires. The great waves of change for ignoble sake are sweeping the planet occasioning the demise of the ceaseless bacterium that has once more engulfed it. And those with both power and simple luck will once more go scurrying for their holes when the ultimate solution has come to fruition.
Think of it, all the modern myths of burned offerings for the greater good of an elitist hegemony now thrown in its own Moloch style oven and consumed and nothing left of their adversaries but the ashes of gibbons and chimpanzees. As the last living journalist ascribed with any fig leaf of integrity might put it,
Thank you uncle Karl, and uncle Fred, “Good Night and Good Luck!”, and stay tuned to better living through ballroom dancing!