Too often many prefer their head severed from the body as an ultimate prize to be severed from an otherwise bothersome so much baser throne. A signature of all those who would supervise the heavens upon a strict timetable barring any unexpected interruption. The incongruity of the two embodied in that unsettling liaison between man and woman with no possible middle ground of the appearance of offspring. These larger infants plagued with contradictions before the bond between them has been finally reached. That poorly hidden desire for connection never winning out save by some overwhelming circumstance of cruelly applied fate. The bond between inner self and flesh has since become beyond burdensome. Any connections with others equally beset even being more loathsome. The guide to one’s existence is too often by way of too many irksome feelings from that brooding animal deep within. The uselessness of a cloud barring an otherwise sunny landscape turned too often into a stormy sea offering only a constant threat of chaos. The balance of one’s daily attempt at industry ever counter-posed with angst making one wonder if their efforts are somehow misguided from the start or simply misplaced? Ruthlessness of will to overcome one’s own nature and reign supreme over every other ever on display! The candle burning brighter and too often finds illumination only from one’s solitude. The daily market rate of exchange gathering only fools. And of course, those who would keep them so. Belief sold as instrumentation to continued care free existence. But being at the end of the day only a net cast forth communally to finally snag all. And at their own expense! Society defined earnestly as a daily jungle of the mind where the innocent become grist for the mill that will grind the wheat for all the rest. Slow witted hungry cannibals that are secretly fore sworn to ancient temple idols. Those few that are cloistered in the shadows and too often call out to be washed in a constant supply of human blood. That beast known as society very short on compassion but flowing in the continuous release of bottled up excess. Those lesser animals making up the mob ever destructive to their own cause.
My music and perhaps the structure underlying my mindset lies some forty years out of date with current times. Steely Dan? Who the fuck are they? Old people’s music! Old people’s ideas. Old people’s ideas. What kind of universe is this? One where everything should be tossed because one single person who has the ear of the media says it is long past time. The past has been condemned as racist! Unusable by anyone of conscience who cares about people’s feelings. Those who feel it is proper to stop the entire roadway at rush hour to protest some new devised form of outrage in the minds of those that at twelve or twenty know everything in the world that is worth knowing. And more important knows more about what no one should be allow to think or be.
Better to sanction all speech and blindfold one’s eyes lest one inadvertently offend some fractional demographic of a newly announced victim group by a recognized minority? Defend them to the death! Or at least until the police lines remain quiescent in the face of their abuse. Honor thy father and thy mother? Even the Hitler youth would have more respect in that category compared to this new set that seem remorseful that they were not asexually spawned in a Petri dish. No! it is better to get rid of them all. And honor at any cost the inclinations of any color beyond their own ‘WHITE’ skin!
It is hard to understand how mentally trashed this sort of individual has become? How infiltrated this society has become in its festering decadence. The admonishment of past generations to keep those metaphysical city gates closed to wandering mountebanks now completely lost in modern terms to the seven winds. And now must suffer an unwanted transition backwards to to those basics to fight a tooth and nail continental war to regain the land. Who says life is about peace and contentment?
The old ones of the past always said that you had to always be ready to sacrifice one’s self if they wanted to keep their freedom. Now it seems that the last chance of an eleventh hour redemption is at hand. Blood must be spilled. The shame of it being that we have to fight our own children. Those who were allowed to draw deeply unattended at pools of poison that were once thought to be centers of public education. Places where it is now all too plain that we were betrayed by those entrusted with our kids. Places where instead of learning to love themselves they learned to hate and loath their own and then call those sorts of falsehoods justice. The word sadness can not ever convey the sorrow of one’s entire sense of existence gone to Hell.
All day I have dragged my ass about the confines of my two bedroom abode. The events of the last weeks both enraging and depressing me. My country under fire from an insurgent force determined to topple it from within. A great disappointment with generations that have been crippled by that pseudonym loosely termed ‘Education‘ which is little more than Marxist claptrap instructing them that they must go along to get along as they are warehoused in anticipation of being demeaned as useful cogs in a cynical inhuman hegemony. Public officials that have done everything in their power to violate their oaths of office to keep this land and its people safe. All for the sake of those special favors of wealth and status. And those under the burden of those commands being attacked from both sides to the point that too many have stood the brunt no longer having faith in a system that has betrayed them. The canon of history evidencing similar insurgencies in other locales that have led to national collapse. Decades of genocidal murder and unnecessary world wars drummed up only on the basis of a privileged few to pursue an agenda of garnering ever increasing wealth and power. And here we all are allowing it to happen again! All for the genuflecting for false ideals that few really believe in advanced by psychopaths that care not either way. Demons with two legs that have de-evolved into animals celebrating the slaughter that their handlers in high places guarantee will not lead to the appropriate stern consequences they so richly deserve to suffer.
The only question I can offer up is, “Why!” Why are people that simply want to follow through on the conduct of regular existence in a civil society such cowards that they will not heed the call and band together to defeat these cowards most of whom hide behind the facade of status and respect to toss lie after lie at the public demanding that the rest of us call it truth, or else! What is there to lose at this point that has not already been taken from us. Our jobs? GONE! Our future prosperity? GONE! Our faith in government to do their job to protect us? GONE! GONE! GONE! And that of our children as free to think for themselves and carve out their own niche? For who can live their lives on handouts and not end up a slave in the end? Is mortal life most valuable than risking it to defend the world that we must live in while we are alive? And if not now, then ever? Not by a schedule of colors or cults that label us but by common interest to devise a stable civil society that does its best to survive tyrants and defeat them whatever stripes they claim to represent. Not by damning the remnants of history from past conflicts by obliterating them from our consciousness by physical destruction that in the end show the ways by exposing both flaws as well as valor where are forbears were connived to take up arms against each other. But only managed to further defeat themselves! The time has come to push back against all those who would destroy us. Whether it be by specious words or covert weaponry. To reject the continuous bombardment of fear and starve off the entities who find it profitable to spread it. For where have we got to go at this point if we do not?
The big black baby cries and we all had to pony up
it arrived on our doorstep fifty years ago
supposedly all alone and helpless and abandoned
and out of kindness we tried to take care of it
but it never grows up, never, never but never!
it just get angrier and meaner and more demanding
free money, more free rent, free education, free jobs
the kinds of pie in the sky opportunities that we had not
and so it started causing trouble, trouble, and more trouble
throwing its weight around soiling everything it touched
it just wanted more, more, more, and even more
and when we didn’t feed it more, it was our fault
somebody told it that we were bad and to blame
because we worked harder but it didn’t do as well
it just cried, and cried, crying for its own kind of justice
it became a martyr and victim as its primary cause in life
while other abused babies grew up and grew out of it
others became adults, got a job, and made it on their own
because we felt guilty never having done enough to feed it
we abandoned our jobs, our children, and gave up our lives
till we were displaced and our society was totally transformed
a good-hearted gesture of ignoring our our own babies for it
and finally no longer having resources left to feed its demands
it cried, ranted and raved, finding reason to burn our house down
The transformation of the Social Justice Warrior into the Social Justice Soldier. Whatever happens, those inducted into the ranks must march ahead face forward to the drumbeat of the latest call to injustice to wave the bloody shirt of someone completely unknown to them and then tear down their own society without question. A generation raised in falsehoods and fantasies about world events that they have no time, innate ability, or inclination to critically weigh. Just the crowd consensus dynamic that says, “Join us or you will be considered one of them!” Like children, factored out of any discussion by their Marxist influenced betters who promote race baiting and effuse White guilt to put down any insurrection in the ranks! “March on and enjoy the Revolutionary spirit of our Judeo-Bolshevik grandfathers who toppled Tsarist Russia and exterminated its Christian Orthodox population en masse!“, their black clad leaders silently chuckle. That drunkenness of power to motivate mobs to destroy their own culture a heady brew for too many of these ideologues directing the rank and file of these useful idiots to enact the pre-planned chaos. And when the smoke clears and some of these useful sheep feel the pinch of the damage that they have done to their own and have been an integral part in fostering find more guilty but silent emotion as these same fools wrestle mightily trying to justify hurting their own kind. Unable to violate that ideologically based rule of consensual silence to cite those that egged them on to commit these crimes. And no one able to assign total responsibility to where it should rightfully fall. Upon themselves!
The fucked up generation! Unable to distinguish right from wrong from the latest episode of game of thrones and the latest PBS rewriting of history. Sweet boys who missed out on a manly right of passage into adulthood. Perpetually diffident ever angry harpies clinically anatomically bestowed with vaginas but absolutely no idea of gender or the purpose for using them. Ever ready to act out another Antifa supplied fantasy of world revolution bestowed upon them by so many Jew funded NGO’s. Summoning their storehouse of knowledge from an unending number studies classes that only taught them to hate others as well as themselves. To genuflect to social distancing from their families while embracing the dregs of the recalcitrant ethnic minorities. Pawns in the hands of Leftist ideologues working to gain power for their own with the hopes of exterminating these fools the moment that they are no longer useful as shields. Going home each night with their masters degrees in social work and psychology to live in their parent’s basements or above their carports. Some are angry, most are board, whatever they are they provide good cover for the privileged class of ghetto looters that when not padding their pockets with government handouts and hands up’s. At the first sign of an organized racial event they go straight to the nearest Walmart or Target and clean it out! What is to love when your a brain addled money sponge helping the once well to do White Middle Class to become extinct so their Jewish ‘neighbors‘ feel more safe? That’s why the noble sons of Antifa have all but practically been Bar Mitsvahed! The revolutionary spirit of getting away with giving other people Hell in order to make your own SJW bound ego’s feel good. In the Zionist patois, we used to call them Nazi’s! But the reality may be more accurately suggested that many had distant relatives back home in Bolshevik Russia pressing the triggers at the nape of the necks of millions of unfortunate Kulak Middle Class there. Like great-grandfather’s like sons! The new right of passage for white males is tearing down their own culture while obsessively kissing ghetto ass! It make one feel good to run around dressed all in black to humiliate their own families by adopting that mindset and proving that they can be just as degenerate as the unfortunate minorities that continue to despise them. Just think of what they will safe when they get home in the wee hours of the morning and find that their brothers in arms just burned and looted their family’s business? “Oop! Mom and Pop!” “I guess getting the money from you to buy the latest Atari games console from Amazon is out of the question now?“
So here is how the story really goes! That particular proverbial little boy, the one that one day is destined to be a clothier, along with the modern whistleblower have become ‘persona non-gratia‘ pariahs. The whistles blown by same condemning the unchecked overreach of powers perpetrated upon society in general. Those currently in positions of administrative power shamelessly exploit the fears of that public that they govern to justify breaking them economically. And they have a lot of help from the non-stop electronic chatterbox of politically inbred corporate-run mass media outlets. The tired media narrative of those who are in power and those said not to be in power. The establishment is currently a Leftist gambit. It tends to play both sides in that way Those few of us that refuse these newly imposed hop skip and jump rituals demanded by the paper thin facade of imminent crisis that this supposed new ‘normal’ foisted on them then designated as useless eaters! The ‘Royal We’ of all supposedly to conveniently die off as planned through enforced deprivation by slow starvation. Because no one should dare to stand up to put a stop to the actions of these ‘God’ appointed leaders. There is a lot of comfort at the lowest of levels in playing it safe and silently receding into the densest most anonymous region of the herd.
But in our current situation within a playing field that envelopes the entire civilized world you have too much company from every other member of your own kind in terms of vying for scant resources. The larger statistical consensus will be judged unnecessary by that small segment your betters. Yet still remain comfortably attractive in the minds of the general mainstream masses, even if it is found to be a totally artificially mechanism of social control manufactured by those same tyrannical overlords. Most people would rather believe in a socially acceptable lie than dare to acknowledge verifiable facts create even a small degree of doubt. Especially those that by common simple street logic are found to obliquely confront the bilious representations of truths daily stretched way out of proportion. These same undeniable party line facts buttressed by a pretty face. The comfort zone of an eternally kindly televised attitude that people much prefer to align their existence along. A solipsistic conceit that by the fact of many years of conditioning they purposefully associate with trustworthiness.
Once indoctrinated starting from early childhood most people are left defenseless from routinely being led blindly into otherwise blatantly obvious political gambits that sooner or later end in their own destruction. The most time-honored methodology of mass disposal being periodic wars of aggression which are always clothed in rhetoric characterizing it as rightful defense. These actions taken on behalf of an agenda of the few at the expense of the many. Of course, just the mere possibility of this game being discovered to be founded in fact drives those who are unable to think for themselves into a frenzy of abject denial. The posture that is adapted immediately denigrates anyone daring to deviate from the official narrative as someone not quite right in the head. From that point on these attitudes quickly morph into aggression focused at the person speaking heresy challenging the safer posture of groupthink.
I fell for the bullshit way back when I still loved women in general! But like all men, I was always disarmed by the mere thought of them as if some unlucky sailor cast overboard into a current rapidly pulling him away from the safety his ship. Some, too many of their kind, looking to be fixed. Fixed? What the Hell does that mean? Fixed like a dog or cat? Or possibly fixed in terms of a transformational experience of marital bliss to finally become right running and complete? Irish and fiery! Like lighting your cigars in the vicinity of a powder keg! And wondering all the while how high this tossed match would throw you? Never underestimate the forceful fury of a female scorned by others of your own kind! And as their intended prey, one can never dismiss that storehouse of unrelieved passion behind it! On how odd that one will find occasions to unhesitatingly plunge their tongue deep into a mouth of a total stranger and then perhaps go on to lick their two bottom orifices with equal ardor, but subsequently blanche at the prospect of having to use their toothbrush?
Two men encounter each other at a funeral and after a few drinks, their conversation becomes trapped in a theme of the finality of death. One recites his own personal take on the number of possibilities all are likely to encounter. The first being a glorious joyful hog cart to the blinding light of Heaven. The second into the ass scorching fiery depths of Hell! But the third, and most discouraging being a continuation of the exact same life, but in a different location. Repetition of common like’s and dislike’s as an ongoing incantation that of itself both manifests and legitimizes the exterior world. The only enjoyment offered being that of good exhaustion. Love affairs are futile. If you want to live ‘happily ever after’, then don’t fall in love! Become a monk instead, or a nun or bishop and worship at the altar of your own choosing. Human nature is the best cure for one’s own dilemma. Funny little farcical game where a girl taking a bath is spied on by a man on the other end of the phone who looks through the holes in the phone ogling her nakedness. Then teasing her about her vulnerability!
And then there are the legal fuzz-butts! Everywhere you spit, a set of technologically driven piss poor prying eyes passively monitoring all your activity! Electronic, remote, or under glass, all being behind the same. Beady little peepers investigating your every movement. Tracking your progress through society all through the day. What you are watching? Which lights and appliances do you currently have on? And even, what do you want to wear today? All electronically tagged and categorized for statistical number crunching by house algorithms to make you feel important about the sort of demographic that you fit in with. In reality, when you think about it, a simple measure to keep all those big human rats caught safely within their holes. A mental conflict demanding one’s immediate appreciation of their own simple reality through the abstraction of electronically broadcast existential fictions resembling possible versions of life as it might have once been. But, remember, it’s all a farce! A game inclusive of endless well-planned mass perceptions versus personal appreciations. A deep dark never ending song of unrelenting banality captured by those that wish to impose another variety of banality under the fiction of their own control. The fallacy of that type of orchestration found in a flea circus!
Fifteen minutes past bewitching hour and my ego reminds me that I should be responsible for demonstrating the proper degree of gravitas. To become deadpan serious in terms of what I have to offer to the world based solely upon the fact that time is short in this all too brief existence. And by the end of day, so many of life’s experiences tending to quietly seep away through the leaky sieve of one’s failing memory. As part of a committee flying across a vast inland lake my detractors openly scorn my presence. And I in turn returning the favor by making demands leaving them with a stinging bite overpowering their inadequate forms of response. To consider entering the kingdom of Hell? Would it be possible for a man to be completely naked and be able to penetrate its deepest interior of the Sun while still able to remain sentiment? To suffer an unbearable level of pain unimaginable on any human scale of possible perception without hope of ever returning to a normative state of empty euphoric bliss? But instead remain for infinity to fully embrace it? The brutal self-destructive insanity it implies is magnificent prospect to contemplate in all its terrible glory.
Consider the eternal moment! That point in time when one is cast into a black hole past the event horizon where elemental forces of the universe tear you apart, quark by quark. And you, confronting the worst of your fears, foregone any possibility of going back. But instead, fully embracing your own extinction. The overbearing mass media monster stalking the planet relies upon an audience securely caught in their grip, reliably disturbed by the currency of never ending messages promoting fear that they liberally distribute. The same audience, equally fascinated by them. Much like the lure of pornography! Popular horror movies in every genre exploiting visceral exploration of unmentionable evils. Turning them all eventually into ironic banalities. But like the modern media it is very successful in maintaining an ever-present ghostly presence. Much like Frederich Murnau’s vampire film, Nosferatu, the action being stiffly theatrical. Its physical style of high contrast between shadow and over-compensated illumination producing a setting more effective than the acting for driving forth the plot. A stylistic approach embodied in the initial sets viewed in Ridley Scott’s original Alien film. Stanley Kubrick’s, 2001 A Space Odyssey, setting the benchmark associated with the look of current space based technologies. The lever of fear from the fun house motif coming in unexpected but reliable scares. The presence of the monster protagonist is present but never fully manifested. With modern news media, the event spoken of is properly crafted in such a way to suggest, rather than reveal. That mysteriousness wherein reeking of sheer stupidity. A secret wish to the unbounded desire to no longer exist.
The mood being indescribable to some could be congealed into just one under the breath declaration, “Restless.” Everyone was! Months of being talked down to like children about do’s and mostly don’ts had run its course. The official timetable had now become an encumbrance much as those bright blue mostly cloudless sky that awaited one’s crackpot misadventures just out of reach. Anything that one could summon beyond simply aimless pacing footsteps seemed fair game. The animal within had its ears pricked up and was looking for prey. A look, perhaps a random word from a stranger, something might lead to an opportunity. After all,caution had worn thin, and the sheets high up in the rigging had been set at least twenty times hoping to head towards a growing sense of imminent storm. Rudolph, just his stage name, had no red nose. Perhaps a distant German relative or two? That popular namesake not simply deferring to the fact that he was no Spring chicken. But counted on the fact that poultry of his description were scarce these days. A lack of concern had descended upon him like a gladiator’s net poised under the trident. Something of an ever more fearsome quality continuously changing its description nebulously signifying the possibility of even more increasing danger. This tack had lost its power to fill the sails. Sex had become more his thing. Or should one more realistically quip, the residual effect of a longstanding lack of it! How long had it been since he had been warm belly against warm belly with anyone? A very long time indeed as it was next to impossible to conjure up a clear image of a female face with a hint of curvy hips or shapely breasts. How odd that each partner he had once known had a signature in their appearance? Generally by that respective foliage nesting upon their Venus mound. Maybe that notable nose of his had once gained notoriety in times past from the constant friction applied upon those bird baskets? And just as likely, might have caught some type of a lingering malheureux? The affliction rampant upon the other side of some femme’s temporal paradise in the vicinity of that perpetually dampened regions located betwixt Sodom and Gomorrah? The plain undeniable fact being that otherwise, Rudolph was an abysmal stick man.
Those older opportunities to plow so many furrows in anxious fields of youth had long ago yielded little in the way of crops, or lasting contracts that might have been followed up in the next coming of Spring. The aura of freely available sex partners back then seemed endless in the possibilities of sexual pleasure being timeless in terms of availability. And of course, as with all things assayed in youth, nothing could have been further than the truth! Strong brown tanned shoulders and arms of yore now transitioned into flabby skinned pale chicken wings over the passage of time. Their atrophy overlooked by the urgency of a constantly repressed libido. Strong branched boughs of thigh and calves equally withered to bandy stick legged limbs. Yet now in the present tense, the most important part gone fallow to static and inert. Hardly a it well-packaged piece of male brisket to be of interest to any roving young female adventuress out on a romp to discern where a good time might be unexpectedly hiding out. Even the prospect of those of his own age likened to the nicest most elegant of classic vehicles, the older ones occasionally needing a jump once in a while, seemed distant in possibility of coitus. Unfortunately his own vehicle was held up by cinder blocks, lacking rubber. It’s dead battery unable to render sufficient motivating spark. Sex for him now had become a purely selfish mental exercise of the mind alone. One that required a tireless working of his wrist to the external rhythm of an 2D flesh filled Internet. Mambo’s there featuring endless varieties of pump and hump. Perversion, some would not hesitate to call it! “Being marooned upon his own personal desert island . . .“, as he would choose to think of it. A state of mind physically far away from the danger of those ever present neurotic solipsistic failures so characteristic of women of his own age. Too many of these creatures now long past their second divorce. And every one eagerly looking for foolish males to help lighten the burden of their ongoing financial tribulations. And factoring the other side of the equation, never provided with a reliable measure of safety in having some local whore too near to your wallet and able to look up your home address. The collection of same a Sargasso sea of social degenerates in a larger ocean of perverted narcissist’s!
What did it matter at this point in his existence anyway? The future had flown away like a bunch of startled starlings. The whole group rapidly disappearing off into the distant horizon. That haphazard rocket ship of regular society sent off into continuous orbit around the banality of endless shows of modern arrogance. Rudolph was just looking for some fun, as in the old days! Rudolph’s tastes in porno had become eclectic. This might include anything! In fact, the real fun behind the whole experience was to try to find the most absurd combinations of traits. Type in some conflicting random words and see what sauntered up on the screen in terms of an absurdest sexual behavior that would be vindicated in an extravagant pictorial representation of one, two or any number of individuals enacting it. More than anything the fascination with all things extremes, ones that some other anonymous parties were so willing to allow themselves to be exposed to was the main attraction of the experience for him. How was it, he would ask himself, that so many otherwise conventional looking men and women could submit to so many forms of coitus in such raw circumstances? Some of them allowing physical abuse as a prerequisite to stir their passions. Some scenarios making one wonder if those actors taking center stage were left in one piece still breathing at the conclusion of their episode? This left Rudolph in the position of an active voyeur. One who, on occasions just before and immediately after the passion of viewing had subsided, was struck by a moral dilemma wondering if he was in some remote sense enabling the spread of decadence throughout the world by being such an avid and active audience? Though he couldn’t ever recall having purchased these sorts of materials in the past beyond perhaps that one time at a bargain counter of a crusty sex shop some forty years previous when such places still existed. He still felt a slight sense of responsibility. Not that he had done anything since that time in terms of adding his monetary support to the nefarious nether world beyond of course giving it his occasional voyeuristic attention. The damage done he instinctively knew was deep down within his own soul. No longer could he directly associate a default sense of innocence with the physical fulfillment of his animal within. The two sensibilities had become mutually exclusive for him. Something much in the same way that the old game of the endless chase for material success had now been thrust out of reach from most of the world. These mutually exclusive realms were now always going to be a case of applying sheer animal lust for physical bed and board survival. No more tender sentiments of delicate touch and embrace possible over the current gap of social distancing that was demanded of all modern Jill and Joe’s.
Perhaps that endless press of humanity had long left him a masochist. That tender part of him that had accumulated nothing but endless misfortunes now a furnace of unquenchable terrible rage. Something that had to be balanced by an iron willed intellectually founded mental reserve to keep it from boiling over uncontrollably to lead him to a bad end. Too many times in preadolescence being the butt of other little boy’s jokes. There counterpoint in little girls seeking out someone near as the next likely victim to tease and bully. Too often as the new kid, he found him the most logical choice. Why he would too often wonder was this so? What about him conveyed an obvious quality of vulnerability or some other invisible sign post that proclaimed him as an available easy target for their abuse? He could much later see that the typed of surrogates and protagonists that he personally sought out in later years seemed to carry that same sense of insoluble riddle at their core being. An innocuous appearance not necessarily the major factor in the abuse. Yet whomever was responsible for enacting these scenarios knew the answer to this secret. Many a time stroking away Rudolph would speculate how it was so apparent that he was so obviously pegged? The sight of absolute vulnerability of someone being subjected to vicious impacts of the lash over every part of their body connecting with his own long suppressed rage. Its unconsumed fuel converted into the intensity of ardent desire. So much so, that it could revive even the dead! His own current impotence easily dispelled as his flaccid normally indifferent equipment would slowly stir to fire off a dripping salute. The sticky end result of this process sad testament that the limits of his advancing age. Yet proof of a sort that the river Styx of sexual possibilities had not yet been fully crossed. It all seemed so imperfectly tawdry?
The successive days in this lock down would wear on interminably till nighttime. The main event being ‘pick your perversion‘ themes that required thinking outside of the box in terms of incomprehensible configurations of possibilities. A sound of angry voices issuing from the unit immediately below interrupting his concentration. “Fuck Corona!” “Fuck Corona!” “Fuck Corona!” An angry voice sporting a decidedly ghetto accent ceaselessly railing on outside. Possibly from from a member of some drug addicted miscreant of a roving gang. “Thump.” Thump.” “Thump.” “Thump.” The continuous sound of urban ghetto nigga downbeat relentlessly shook the floor boards. Suddenly his artificially manufactured sexual ardor evaporated completely and those propped up mental fantasies sped out of his brain like air from a flat tire. And now he felt embarrassment for what he had been planning to do. “Thump.” Thump.” “Thump.” “Thump.” Like an intangible spirit at his door. That mental Dionysian bacchanal fully faded away within him. The triviality of his own pathetic existence exposed by a much larger public fantasy taking its place. Rudolph turned off the television. It was evident that he had briefly fallen asleep just before. He wondered what he should do. Should he directly address his neighbor? What sort of situation would he find? One that even the police would be reluctant to become involved in? His apartment totally dark, he lay upon cold stiff starched muslin sheets his psyche too electrically charged not so much with anger as with a need to actively assert himself to those errant neighbors down below. He jumped up and gathered his house keys then locked his apartment door before heading down the hall to the stairs and then to that apartment just below. “Thump.” Thump.” “Thump.” “Thump.” The volume level of music rose incrementally as he walked forward until some fifty feet away it was staggering in its power. “Thump.” Thump.” “Thump.” “Thump.” The downbeat continued making him wonder if a physical confrontation of some sort was imminent. But onward he padded forth noiselessly towards the end of the hall and his final objective.
“Tap.” “”Tap.” “Tap.” Tap.” “Tap.” He rapped upon the small metallic door knocker sharply announcing his arrival upon a tiny flat plate anvil,. Its vigorous force trying to overcome the loud “Booms” of the music. Rudolph stood there staring pointedly at the tiny iris of the door’s peep hole trying to detect any fluctuation in light that would signal the presence of his neighbor behind it. To his surprise, it was his neighbor’s live-in girlfriend that abruptly swung it open. To Rudolph’s surprise she wears a fashion-struck black knit watch cap emblazoned with a single word, “Security.” The woman below it attired all in black displaying the mental category of blonde and frisky. He stumbled forth expertly with a short phrase to bespeak his arrival. “Music, could you please turn it down a bit?” The snippet offered in a sorry to bother you sort of way. Her lord and master striding up just behind her. The scowl upon his face inviting Rudolph in for the moral hazard of a drink. His quick surrender to their offer an affirmation counter to the original mission. But offering something in its place far more interesting in light of the general social drought afflicting all of them. The three soon gathered about the small Pullman sized counter top beers in hand, each expressing their dissatisfaction with this new unwanted development of a virus plagued life. The man of the house soon revealing himself in a telltale hoarse tone to be the source of the angst driven cries of rage issued earlier to the beat of the radio’s drum. The ‘misses’ all the while dancing too and fro, sex kitten style. Trying to gather all attention by cavorting back and forth in a child-like state of artificially powered bliss to her favorite tunes. The damn humping and bumping radio! And Rudolph, ever polite with an overly generous supply of respectful deference mentally taking this whole scene in. The presence of live humans in action peaking his voyeurism now busy at work trying to decipher the mystery behind the true natures of these two. The once anonymous duo that had hailed him down below by way of irritation. Those two neighbors taking turns ranting on about petty likes and dislikes, eventually stopping at their most mutually favorite topic that they both shared. The verbal panacea of declaring the fact of many frequent acts of sex as their ultimate most immediate goal. He commanding all attention upon his crotch with a short demonstrative hand gesture thus inviting her prompt attention to target itself to that location. A declared form of remedy that must have seemed to him to be the most fitting immediate answer to his distress. And she in turn delivering her own rapid form of response to his inference with a sharp tongued verbal epithet. It was she, Rudolph then realized, and not her angry male consort that ultimately controlled the volume and the show! Much as she did all matters of libido.
The compression of their collective circumstance weighing heavily on all. One that shut in’s like himself having been so quickly transformed by external tyranny to embrace any promise of escape in hope of some form of sexual release serving as a placebo. A convenient place keeper for what was once normal life for each of them. But one without the risk of dangerous commitment to alleviate respective pent up emotions. Yet later, when each was by themselves, wondering what was the sense of a life that was too safe and far removed from any danger at all of having to commit to any realistic type of escape that would really defy the cause of their shared mutual plight? The recent term of isolation had in fact too long been with them since decades past. It’s current worldwide pretext of physical embodiment merely revealing the plain fact of their mutual impotence to the surface of each of their consciousnesses.
Rum guts bad package too far gone to expect anything else but!
I belch, spill out, and blow out, the residue of that restless animal within
blinded by the morning like two diamond crushed into each eye
well-washed and dressed and clean clothes attired for the moment
that blazing aroma of my insides threatening contamination all around
trapped in your own doubts, millions of you, just the same, inert
not enough outdoors time, minds ceaselessly exploited by your masters
fear, constant fear, 24/7 fear, all day long, don’t touch, don’t breath
avoid everyone else, maybe your own children, scrub, scrub, scrub, scrub
stand in line to pay more for less available, cash poor, credit cards maxed
stay at home, don’t go out, fear of arrest, angry words, slap, slap , punch
where is this all going, don’t think, don’t reason, go along, stay in bed, sleep
fart along with me, rum guts, bad nuts, scream and shout, bellow and roar
and be damned that I dreamed that I might be our governor in Florida!
What is the logic behind the alternative view that this pandemic is in actuality a planned overreach to eliminate the bulk of humanity and control the rest?
The world with the exception of three countries is a banker driven world. As it has been stated in the past, if you control the money then you control the society. This has been historically demonstrated world-wide by episodes of boom and bust based upon the extension of funds and credit. The panic of 1907 and the 1929 stock market crash being two of the most famous recent examples cited where credit and or the money supply was tightened leading to a closing down of businesses supporting the general economy of society.
Nearly almost all banks in the world are under the central control of the privately owned and run Federal Reserve along with the sixteen “Too big to fail” banks located in the major capitols of the world (major branches primarily in the City of London). There is a major bank in every world capitol that serves as the control entity of that government in terms of printing currency for that economy depending of course what is used? Currency or what is referred to as paper money has no value of its own but is merely a promissory note issued by the major governing bank that can be exchanged back and forth at ground level. Everything is monetized including people at birth based upon a speculative lifetime earning capacity. The banks have several ‘tools’ at their disposal.
When a loan is provided it is based solely on the borrower’s promise to pay and not any real wealth within the bank itself. The bank simply works on the fractional reserve concept where it is allowed to lend out many times the value of actual bank owned secured monies on hand. The old standard of 10:1 having in to many cases being extended to 300:1 as it was in 2007 with the housing bubble, and presumably how it ended up in 2020. Essentially ‘money’ is made at ground level with loans based upon the control of the higher central banking authority. The last twelve years since has run up an even greater amount of unsecured debt at staggering levels.
The government is the biggest borrower running up trillions that since 1933 it has to pay interest on to the independent Federal Reserve. Congress apportions money for a budget and directs the Treasury to borrow it while issuing Treasury bonds both domestically and foreign at guranteed rates of interest paid. This spreads the debt load. China currently may have trillions of dollars in these bonds.
If money is created out of thin air to keep the economy moving as the Federal Reserve has and is doing it will eventually lead to inflation and prices on staple items will go up based upon scarcity and demand. If you shut down the economy and people are out of work with no ability to provide for their families in terms of food and shelter there will eventually be violence and social collapse.
As the government supports major financial institutions over the need of the population they cede over control of society to those entities. They then have the major influence in terms of policies both foreign and domestic. They can impose agendas favorable to their view of society with the government as their donkey enforcing same.
This is where it seems we are at.
The odds that this current pandemic will by itself decimate society they way the official explanation is posed are beyond astronomical based logic on the science of medical knowledge amassed over the last fifty years. Viruses are in everyone’s bodies, animals included. The respective effectiveness of the immune system of the ‘animal’ is what keeps them well. If it is damaged or overwhelmed then the viruses will activate.
The last half century has seen the general environment contaminated by airborne and water based industrial and auto pollution, treated public water and contaminants, food additives in terms of preservatives and GMO’s, chemical out-gassing from household products and durable goods, EMR based radiation from hard wired and transmitted electrical products, and from Frankenstein cocktails of numerous vaccines. All having an effect of challenging and downgrading the immune system.
The current pandemic has been evaluated based upon computer models supplied by corporations in tow of these too big to fail banking entities. They are currently being subject to credibility based on the fact that many more people test ‘positive’ for the virus and are healthy never being affected by it than have been made ill. The question seems to suggest that the two tests employed not only will indicate the possibility of COVID-19 not absolutely confirming it BUT also that one has previously in the years before had a flu shot.
The contents of these mixtures containing all sorts of laboratory animal grown virus types by default both dead and active that are now within the system of the person that receives them. The COVID-19 patients that have the most extreme decedent outcomes generally have other medical conditions that along with lifelong accumulation of toxins allow their system to be overwhelmed.
There up to now has been ample evidence that anti-viral vitamins and longstanding medicines can both help prevent and defeat the outcomes of this disease if applied at its early onset. These are the substances that are being dismissed as non-effective by current national officials in charge. The party line being that a dubious big pharma based vaccine now in development must be implemented. One that has nano chipping capabilities for space based monitoring by government entities who are currently busy filling the near earth orbits with satellites design to monitor the same. A technology in use in the military. This will be the completion of an initiative or real time 24/7 environmental monitoring of society by smart technology similar to one’s phone but nested in every monitored device. A social credit scoring system where one’s monitored behavior will determine the quality of life will be imposed replacing conventional money and policing.
Guess who gets to run it?