A Jewish fingernail . . .
no longer worth its weight in gold, but in human blood
so, what is the going rate?
a million? . . . a billion?
or simply the remainder of the entire human race?
a literal thirty-five hundred years of perpetual scheming.
ever changing blood for more money
in, you name it!
Talents! Shekels! Doubloons! Guilders! Pounds! Dollars! Yuan!
savage wars and fallen empires seemingly unending
all financed from behind the scenes
and then so conveniently and publicly ignored
like good little forgetful sheep ever asleep
completely ignorant of those that claim to be their masters
ritually slaughtered these foolish little Goyim by way of craft and greed and deception
all to wash away collective venal sin in an ever ebullient sea of perpetual blood
all to claim the role of a ‘victim’ in the end
how incredibly heavy beyond perceivable human measure can such a tiny thing be?
NWO Globalism
Don’t blame ‘Trans-Genderism! Blame Feminism! And all that the radical Jewish Revolutionary Communist agenda has imported to this country from Europe which came into fruition in the post WW2 years within America! The very one that destroyed the extended family in every possible way with its decisive blockbuster propositions! Blockbuster concepts like, Feminism, Immigration, and a total war on the god given right of lawful gun ownership and the responsibility for the defense of one’s self and one’s family. ‘We’ as a nation would not be in this mess had not some in position of public trust in the early part of the twentieth century had not been bought off and allowed this nation to be dragged into two unnecessary wars. One’s that needlessly wasted American lives for the only real purpose of killing our own kind! Their planning and inception by the implementation of deceit at the highest circles satisfying a colonial proposition to provide a homeland for a perpetually stateless culture. That functionally nameless one that no one dares mention aloud that historically feeds off every host that it has historically attached itself to. The one whose powers and long experience are dedicated to the art of infiltration. And used against many other nations of past eras to subvert the highest halls of power to do their bidding. In each instance, inevitably bringing on such havoc that their host’s nation was near to becoming completely destroyed. This same cabal being the covert engine which furthers a genocide on everything tagged ‘white’ and Christian!
And now what do we have in our own defense? A bunch of media assisted weak tea “needs to be” sentiments that are designed to go nowhere in the face of this final ‘anschluss‘ over any hint of kinder gentler form of values from that recently deposed world that until just ‘yesterday’, once was! The epitome of evil that has secretly in plain sight indoctrinated several generations of our nation’s children to abandon all faith in anything usefully ‘good’ and take up a persistent mentality of defeatism. And in turn, produce more offspring so bankrupted and cynical that have become the committed enemies to their own parent’s and grandparent’s generation. The option of banding together at the last moment and throwing these rascals out once and forever blocked by a media ingrained fear of being called out in public as ‘racist!’ An unspoken proviso that grievous harm may indeed possibly befall anyone who dares stands up and commit the unthinkable of naming these mountebanks in specific by name and holding them responsible for their multitude of crimes against our nation. Call out those, and their multitude of agents from former generations who took hold here with the express purpose of gerrymandering a successful society in order to turn it into a perverted colonized international engine to transfer over the intervening years an obscene amount of wealth over to their greedy little hands.
A theft of the sweat and daily toil and daily bread provided by the labor of entire generations of out nation’s forbears. The fabrication of an unending number of deceits were designed to suggest that they alone were honor bound before the face of their God to step in an protect the vulnerable. And in true cinematic tradition convince the many that they had become the cardinal victim of all in doing so. Leaving us ultimately now live in a world where ‘we’ who are being steadily disenfranchised remain spineless and in mortal fear to overtly act in our own defense against. To use, what used to be, a God given right to speak our minds freely in public and specifically identity our enemies by their real names. Not those conveniently fashioned sobriquets that so many of them, and their kind have hidden behind for generations. A genocidal cult whose own stated international aspirations for a reason to be stems far back to ancient times where the barbaric practices of old flowered with the express aim of debasing themselves. Forming into societies that favored slavery of others. And too often, shamelessly offer up the lives of infants to appease indifferent pagan bronze gods as the natural order of the day!
Who today would dare to take the first step? Who would dare to stand up for anything that does not sound like the well-worn corrupt promise of putting a price tag on the struggle for social acceptance? Or attempt to fulfill any other promise offering beyond individual financial gain? Something fully in line with their own mentality as the only permissible action that anyone should be allowed? Whatever happened to one banding together with others for a common good? Risking all for those same fundamental non-negotiable inalienable principles flawed as they may seem to offer their might to back what’s right? No matter what the cost?
By the time that what was left of anything approaching former humanity had been reduced to eating bugs. The existence of former kindred souls industrially disappeared. The rest of what remained had been herded into sustainable energy efficient mile long smart based enclaves. Everyone within them now routinely under 24/7 constant supervision and surveillance as moderated by A.I. achieved in that 4th industrial Utopian dimension. New practices of socially acceptable entertainment including some forms curiously similar to past ancient models by those extinguished in the near past might have termed as barbarous. One in particular, a bonus credit channel production called Three Chances being particularly popular with the genetically implanted booster set. A small number of social credit score abusers whose persistently manifested a continued unproductive behavior which had led them to suffer a bare minimum of social access to were given the opportunity to apply as guest contestants on the show.
The randomly chosen few that were chosen could appear on the show were asked three questions in turn. The answers in turn determining if the scant totals in their account would be augmented by a full refresh. Or if they would end up being fully maxed out and the subjects disappeared as all the former ‘old normalers’ formerly had been. One by one they were called and queried with all the eye candy flourish of now ancient game show panache. One by one each falling to the three strike rule of now socially acceptable jargon based interrogations. The absolute last failure to answer correctly earning them a place in a particularly odd ceremony of being humiliatingly stripped of all remaining possessions, the top of their heads from the bottom of their nose up permanently dyed blur after all hair was removed by electrolysis and the losers led off chained in a long coifle treading off to who knows where. As everyone in this new model society was now universally brain scan monitored for unthinkable unproductive thoughts, the audience within the hive dare not harbor any unproductive musings. How clever to provide all with a periodic stimulation that satisfied their lower animal lizard brain sensibilities while effectively culling potential social dissidents that might task the common resources allowed them!
Monkey pox! Really? Here we go again! From the ‘trust me’ crowd that led the world astray with toxic injections of God knows what over the last two years. Out of nowhere another auto immune disease from your favorite place on earth, the shitholes of shitholes, the middle of darkest Africa. You can choose your theory above and beyond the usual suspects of organized disinformation, CDC, WHO, HIH, John Hopkins, as well as the entire Rockefeller created health care hospital network, not to mention that tangled web of international drug cartels that demand each night that you follow the advice of your doctor. Those pied pipers that all too readily are willing to follow the trends of all those listed above. If this confounds you you might just fall back to your local witch doctor or local midwife. Those who work by experience rather than the mumbo jumbo of Internet based certified statistics.
If that doesn’t seem to square with your intellect within our modern information connective happy technology ridden pair of dice, then consider that all major decisions of human kind are now a matter of re-engineered persuasion. Don’t be foolish enough to convince yourself because of what is vaunted as “The Science!” Because the science spoken of is the one that allows you to believe that 2+2=5 half the time. There is a critical election on. At least that is the portion of the soap opera that is now being sold to all you suckers by professional snake charmers. That classic one that you might have caught on to when you noticed the inter titles in that old movie, The Sting. The current ‘badger game’ having sway over anyone addicted to the electronic media dominated news gathering that now serves as general education for your children. Can you wonder why the Chairman Mao and Lenin iconography is showing up again? How strange that the current ‘woke’ generation is so compliant to the Liberal dark state?
So here once again I go! How boring and repetitious a harangue I know. It takes a lot of energy to wake up and get off the couch and contemplate a a life without the dubious security blanket of an ever-diminishing security blanket of a regular paycheck. Remember when it came from an independent job and not the government. The real debilitating virus at work here is not medical but spiritual. Not medical in nature but the will to live independent and free of being enslaved! It seems that the real population that has become infected are those that have given up fighting and surrendered to the constant flow of industrially manufactured falsehoods that are the real disinformation that one is supposed to be so damned afraid of. If you continue to swallow this shit and surrender your attention to those who will then you will be lost. The old adage from the Marxist influenced hippie days of “Tune in, turn on, drop out!” is now transitioned to the previous era’s military equivalent of “The smoking lamp is now out!”
Wake up!
Well gang we are way past any hope for the good old days and deep within the perimeter of the ‘New’ totalitarian perimeter that all those internationalist minded American Zionist Hebrews have always seem to be coveting. Hey! Yesterday was May Day! A world wide celebration of that never say die system peripherally called Communism, but in reality has always been the revolutionary Jewish vehicle for smashing any future progress of their perpetually reviled goyim. The incidents of history as recorded in history by any hand Northern European have transformed into the miasma of White Privilege and hate speech most of which is now on the chopping block to be inverted. The American governmental process has been derailed from top to bottom at every level. And yes, even the checks that come monthly to prevent riot and mayhem from breaking out in the Middle Class suburban quarters are becoming dangerously sparser and sparser. If you haven’t figured out the current end game then check out a copy of the old testament and figure out what the favored vehicle of their main guy Mr. Moses used to smite those nasty Egyptians. The modern equivalent of these ten sound mighty damn familiar when you consider the world in the last three years. If that doesn’t float your boat then that so many names of those whose direct relatives overwhelmingly ran the Soviet empire and genocided ten times the number plus of the much vaunted yet hard to substantiate death tolls of the perpetually fixed number of their identity-less home team that we have to ceaselessly hear about over the last eighty plus years ago. Funny that so many of their relatives managed to get in top positions of unchallengeable power in this land as well as internationally today?
Given the fact that this nation has been Dolchstossed from the inside like that other uppity European country that had the perspicacity to rise from its own ashes in barely a decade on its own without the meddling of these internationalist minded elites it cannot be taken as anything less than another updated version of a pregame show of Wiemar II after which the hot world war hostilities come into play. The time of harvesting burnt offerings for the great god Moloch appears to be at hand no doubt officiated by the black cube crowd. Yahweh can take a day off as these clowns have full control of advanced technology to particle beam their columns of fires as well as foster whirlwinds from geoengineering. You Jesus loving terrorists better tear up your New Testaments and prepare for Roman Coliseum entertainment number two! Your brown buddies have signed on to do the dirty work for minimum wage. Maybe since all politicians have turned out to be whores its time to fuck them where they are most usually used to be sullied? All this ‘everybody be equal we’re all in it together bro’ crap has now long ago swirled down the crapper along with last week’s dinner. All one can say is that Hollywood ain’t your pal and you are on your own in this is the understatement of the decade. Figure it out, But only if you dare.
Oh, and don’t forget your fourth shot and wear your mask!
People like to hear nice things. Things, that though they may not match up with the reality as it is enjoyed by most, still serves to make them feel happy, A mindset so much in keeping with our current time where some lesser seen personages known to come together with ideas about tailoring humanity in ways to bind all of same to serve their wills via modern technology. A consensus based natural trait that is factored into the science of modern crowd control. For, after all, the human species is ever imperfectly dependent upon being part of a community of its own kind. We may not be dogs that run in packs, but we seem to thrive on each other a great degree in terms of finding personal reassurance. Hearing positive good things that are life affirming becomes very attractive as an oasis within a constant daily harangue serving up prospects of a dismal future that offers no hope. Telling someone that they are good or beautiful, or indispensible not only provides an ego boost, but it seems reassuring to them that they are not next as a target for elimination. You tend to want to trust that person that brings good news or a laugh to you on an otherwise gloomy day.Too bad that at this stage in our techo-oligarchy dominated land that there is plenty of evidence that those pulling the levers just above us have pretty much had it with what they term the over-breeding human race. They need a much smaller fragment of psychologically indentured humanithy to keep on diligently wotking so as to keep their master minded segment firmly in power. God forbid if geberal humanity suddenly wakes up one day and stops taking orders and becomes aware of their own power to do without them and their kind? These shadowy figures must employ whatever technology at hand, be it materially manifested, or psychologically influental, or they might just all slip down to being just another face in the crowd. So voila! Enter the ‘smart phone‘ and Internet technology! Something which is specifically designed to wangle its way into the daily patterns of the lives of everyone.
This device may allow you to speak, but only on certain conditions. Old communication technology was a wonder in its day as for a small monthly price you could talk with almost anyone anywhere! But then things advanced along to where you could use an upgraded version of a ‘newer’ technology to post pictures and messages even faster. Whoopee! And no one seemed to notice along the way that the organizations that have say over your material existence and that provide your livelihood, or govern you, all switched from being personally available to indirectly so. A new system quickly superceding the last allowing even newer developing technology to hold sway. Playing at being ‘human’ now central to a game where you going over many hurtles have to be clever enough to find the right department and the right person to talk to, so as to understand your own dilemma. And how it might be judged within with their latest revamped policies of diminishing levels of performance. And since all are a non-living corporate entities that functionally are beholding to a small group, defined as ‘investors’, they have much to gain by keeping you at bay. In fact, downright diverted when it comes to the administration of their goods and services. The organizational business plans always prevail over ‘customer’ demands. Customer? Already an obsolete terminology in our present day and age! The more appropriate term being ‘stakeholder’! One that is now in vogue. The inference being that by the fact of needing to interface in some way with them makes you a junior partner under their control. Your consent is inferred by the fact of your use.
Oh sure! The fact is that is you want to feel happy! It is by their standard of definition somehing that is factored into the larger equation of normalized stakeholder behavior in determing satisfaction for ‘all’. But within strict guidelines! An algorithym that is modeled in terms of the needs and then averaged sublimated for the interests of the ‘all’. “After all, we are all in this thing together!” Right? Ha ha! But how does a longstanding consumer react when the extremes of popular opinions have already been narrowed to that point where they have been lopped off? The silent process of squeezing the norm while maintaining the illusion of its integrity being faithfully maintained. The cupcake gets smaller and smaller under its crown until all of it as a whole begins to shrink. The price seemingly not altered in the proces until the ruse becomes too blatantly obvious. An underlying maxim in the merchandising mindset a form of deceit where the entity guilty of such mischeif is somehow never held to account. The user of their goods is the one who did not properly understand or guilty of some sort of unreasonable demand. The most egregious of all demands being that they will not understand that all things must constantly change! They change fundamentally because the ‘shareholders’ always want more! And so costs must fluctuate appropriately upward so that the stakeholders must surrender more of their hard won wealth for lesser quality and quantities while the shareholders commit less and less to those services or products as offered (aka. Capitalism) Advancing modern technology and the incessant change that it brings into being is wonderful in making sure that this all happens! And so great effort and funds are committed to making sure that people stay in love with a self-imposed form of willing slavery to products without considering the result of their doing so,
So as long as people feel nice in some way, they will inevitably go along with anything.
Consider the example of domesticated animals delivered at the gates of the arbitoir. They are led along by a Judas goat to their slaughter, as they as a species tend to follow one of their kind almost anywhere. How nice is that?
A land of artificially deceptive intelligence. It’s the old (new) conundrum, isn’t it? How do you know if something is rather important to your own life, Something within your own larger community, within your own country, which mirrors you and can be counted upon to believe in? Sure you think that within some demographic that you are familiar with, that you know what is going on because at this point in your long existence, you know the rules! You know the rules because you have to live under them. And they are as simple as the time on the I-Phone clock that you have to show up for work by, and what kind wealth you are expected to transfer on a daily versus monthly basis to survive. Some more esoteric rules might come into play in your life in terms which congregations that you will show up to get right with your God/s. These are facts of life that are for mere mortals and these can be traced back in so many cases to interrelated histories of supportive individual beliefs. Some of them supposed as being universally held by ‘all’ and others by the specific group of your choosing.That ‘choosing’ being in so many cases a matter of what you find as being inviolable. In other words that which has always habitually worked in the past. But, now things are ‘different’, aren’t they?
In a world of global satellite based, next to instantaneous corporate communications, one cannot truly know who, or what they are interacting with. If one wishes to contact a company concerning a product that just they purchased with a pertinent but somewhat onorthodox question and they are sent to an online web page where, more than likely, they will not be allowed to interact with another human for most of whatever interchange they have the stamina to endure. The initial stage of the ‘conversation’ generally being where one sent to page after page of concatenating tomes of purposely limited oftenr confusing information via links that anticipate common issues that may not have any bearing in terms of one’s own most probably too exceptional question. Ones that are ‘expected’, by the most dominant worldwide echelon commercial cult, to conform one’s habits and patterns of use to those of a limited sensbility of mass popularity. A phenomena not too dissimiler in practice to trying to encapsulate explantions the latest theories of physics based cosmologies and how that relates to human existence to a four year old child by leaving them with the pat explanation that ‘yes’, Santa Claus will be coming again this years to provide them with more toys. It is only at the next level of unfulfilled necessities where a more experienced consumer who may so many time been previously thwarted by a Byzantine series of confusing small text scriptures of the morass of ‘company policies’ will one seek out a more conventional method in wanting to speak directly to a live body human being. Their desire being to convey details of their own particular individual situation that is considered as ‘exceptional’ by company literature and doctrine. And doing so, they find that in most cases that ‘human’ beings they are routed to may be from another divergent culture with only a peripheral understanding of the querent’s own cultural nuances. This interchange of infomation reliant in the fashion or the mythical ouroubros going in circles eventually to devouring its own tail, as that person is reliant upon a computer screen speaking on their end reads off another markedly similar set of policies and instructions. Ones that mirror the same ones that the caller has had to field through to get to that point in the game. Yes! GAME!
When one looks into the general development of computer intelligence over the last seventy years one continually hears about the notion of game theories repeatedly mentioned. Please note the term, ‘repeatedly’. Repeatedly meaning to bring one back to some same initial point where the act itself is a matter of self-evidence of where one has initially started from by the fact of what it is commonly considered in the context of a universal understandable sensability. A toaster is a toaster! Something whose existence is based on its ability to convert slices of bread type products into acceptably browned toast. Summary possibly useful information that most likely is sublimated in terms of explaining conditions of operation and details of limited warranty are less apparent. Genrally by way of the purchaser’s reluctance to delve into voluminuous miniature print associated to that product to be able to determine exactly what the limitations of its usefulness to them may be. There are of course the semiotics in the conspicuously apparent advertised usefulness through televised roleplays of idyllic looking supposedly human entites lost within the mainstream of a commercially santified Vahalla. A legendary place where eveything perpetually works perfectly, unsullied by flaws or unsuspected irregulaties to bring etranl happiness. The point of distributing same everywhere over the media outlets of the day to help provide empathetic consumer identification by way of constant indoctrination into that new form of estoric existence generally known as the ‘good life’! A place where those who tailor these mythology of these larger than life happy icons will perfectly translate the promise of a ‘similar but not equal degree’ of continuously ongoing sastisfaction. One that needs no subsequent explantaion! What can one say about any advertisement that is yet another version of that same old family four door sedan which is being sold on the virtue of its fast chase through lonely desert highways eventually leading to same over scenic ocean drive conducted at equivalently excessive speeds?
So where does this modeling of behavior link up with the ongoing process of re-configuring humanity in line with an overbearing system of intelligent design based computer (only) control? Despite all the cinematically aided hoopla about entities that become ‘smarter’ than the rest of the same humanity that built them, and eventually exert total control over same? The whole setup only works if those at the top of the corporate money making food chain can regularize human behavior on all levers into singular controllable regularities. To put it more simply, reconfigure overall human behavior to conform to the sophistication, or lack of same, or their current operating system version of the machine capability that they possess. Something that only a Franz Kafka whose genre demands from a ‘cucaracha’ based mindset of seeing human inspiration as being akin to being so in love with the mechanical creation that they have crete. And that, however lethal its use may be to the user, personally are happily willing to jump aboard it and annihilate themselves so as to demonstrate same to any potential buyer. Machine intelligence no matter the latest claim of its being so ultra sophisticated and way beyond that of the herd of man, will always depend on uniformity! And not that amorphous sales orientated claim that is forever summed up in their circles as ‘innovation’! Whatever innovations there may be come through deconstructing geneal humanity into reliably regularized robots. Ones that are a poor replication of stellar examples of individual humanity that were once produced in former societies from history of the past, These histories that are now purposefully being distorted and done away with so as to make the human condition more pliably useful to the whole task of eliminating a current over-abundance of same. This goal more simply put as fewer humans that will conveniently think like the most favored machines of the moment. So who thinks like that? The ultimate deception being that one can de-evolve the human race into intelligent design based toasters.
One’s limitations beset one towards the possibile result of a coming end. One hoping for refreshed experience of a material existence. The truth being one of the hallmark of an inevitable end. So much accomplished but never properly enough expeienced on a level that it is impossible to think of anything else without simply treading over one’s own footsteps. The rat trapped in a pipe closed unexpectedly at both ends. Water flowing in at an ever increasing rate. The death frenzy coming upon it, extinguishing whatever little reason it is capable of. And then a lull in its struggle signaling a surrender to its inevitable fate. A final return of sorts, one is told. The embodiment of everything recollectable swirling into black forgettfulness. Be it a rat or a man or an empire. Those still young left to struggle for further life as best as their particular circumstances will allow. Religion and myth will die. Maybe to be re-embellished. Maybe not? Tombs meaningless in the face of the plain fact of corruption which magic stone cannot transfix back into eternal life. Rememberance only in the artist’s hand. And the face chiiped off just as quick by the stone mason’s chisel. Demoted to an anonymous harvest of raw rock from the earth. The remnants ifself of the issue of rebirth from growing mountains and sea floor beds or earthen rebirth. The memory is short indeed for those passed on or those about to. A single visit out of respect perhaps but the gap of yet another nonexistence in daily life that is must be refilled in by someone new. The Gods and their goods of those no longer extent, passed around, or discarded, in accordance with the latest fashion of the world’s whim. It creeps along in endless cycles of mediocrity. The halcyon of former times losing its luster. Lost as such in recent loss.
The doom generation is upon us. Whether it grabs one by the arm, or it recaptures the mind, the feared result will appear to be the same. Most lulled into a willing complacency. All not wanting to adhere to all so many unfriendly blatant truths. Ones that their planned destruction so long heralded in front of their faces is really finally at hand. Many armed but with no idea where to point those weapons. Others stockpiling resources to start again in a celebration of insantiy. Kiss the devil’s claw. The goat head’s awaits. Society as it is now known long configured to leave all humanity off at the bus station with nothing but stale bubblegum. All on their own without suitable directions. The fools come and go, and commit suicide without a second thought as if on a guided tour by their doctors to the halls of immediate oblivion. The rest stop at empty shelves in awe as consumer society fades into the rubbish of an illusion of success that never was. A bunch of inmates circling the television to the right awaiting their paroles. All under the restless truncheons of the guards denying them their respective desired fates. For the worse! Or perhaps, for the better? The planet can now breathe pure methane again! It can all roll back to a time far in the past when lizards roamed the earth just to sun themselves upon volcanic rocks. As if cauight upon a ship in the middle of an ocean filled with endless bobbing skeletons. One ponders if their surface bouyancy will allow any to walk across them to dry land. Or would they just end up another disassociated disperate addition to this quiescent collection? Ever fragrant, this perfume of death upon the deaf ears of humanity. Take another whiff, its slick polish will grow upon you until you will revel in it no more.
Carve your insanity out of calcium carbonate. Scrape the paltry meat from the splindly bone with your broken teeth. Chew on the calves gristle and sharpen the hard part to a sharpened tip to make a spear. Consider all the new options of this glorious technology. What have you lost from the ways of times past when there is so much left to gain. A mother’s womb now being a ready store house for offering succulent treasures to offer all cannibal Satans. Angst and damnation for the rest with short futures. Think of the comfort in rusty old car that your father once drove! Think of that old smelly threadbare sofa you pets so often peed upon! Think about all the remnants of meals that were carelessly were discarded! Dream on! All the luxuries of your past that you can no longer afford. The bathrooms don’t work any longer! The West is dead! And the barbarians of old take hold once again to claim their reward! Your skull will look pleasant within a pyramid made up of ten-thousands of the same. Another one of the countless pearls made to gleam bright in the midday sun for your betters to laugh at. They’ll joke about with the scent of spilt brains enticing their own kind in the air. They have built your world for them alone, not you! Coagulated blood clots of varying dimensions as festive tree ornaments perfect for this last coming Christmas. A deposed holiday, long displaced by Days of demon saints fraught with pumpkin worship in which all corn kings sizzle. Too bad you can no longer find the right sized buns.
Where is this month’s alottment of ‘Victory’ gin? I took a crap this morning, I can’t complain about that! Another day ahead in the paradise of owning even less and owing everything to the glorious mercantile hegemony. Politcally speaking I am officially ‘happy’! I love the smell of burning crap from the crematoriums. It smells like bacon and eggs that I once knew so long ago. Nothing to complain about as my current credit balance has not been tampered with for the moment. The headaches persist but that is to be expected for the first few weeks of the monthly ‘graph’ shot. I am one of those hearty souls that was not killed off in the first few waves of ‘vaxxes’. Maybe somebody up there on a higher tier is amused by my literate buffoonery. Maybe it is useful in terms of another psyop tool to confuse? Another method to constipate action? Or more likely, one of the last boomer generation fools to toy with and hit the thumbs down button at? I do not worship the Torah even though that world get me a better slot to exist in beyond this hundred square shotgun shithole that is termed a luxury studio. The last few Victorian based Australian non-vaxxers are now in nineteenth century convict boxes. so I shouldn’t complain. I am so goddamn lucky that a soy loaf is only ten Obama credits as opposed to a hundred dollars a loaf in old computer strip paper script for its Wonderbread equivalent. Both being tastelessly the same.
There of course are no more world politics as there are only territories. Some of same still clinging to the notion of lockstep Allah be praised conventions. Obedience being one of them. Not much need for the wjip or the flail on a planet where one’s thoughts are managed automatically by the cloud. And those that wish to believe that the message is divine are encouraged to keep believing so. The black white priviledged ‘Elderites’ still turn up singing their Fuck Biden, Fuck Trudeau’ chant rally revivals. I hear tell of the Macron version sung in French Arabic patois is a hoot! Of course, I only have a streaming bit on my old deactivated I-Phone 11 which no longer connects to anything anymore. You can only play it once in a while as your credit scores will suddenly start going down when the lizard part of you brain starts chatting with central command. That is after you revive from the brain freeze that you have to endure for your deviance cycle. “I know about it, but I do not think!”, being the appropriate response. How wonderful to know that we can now participate in the vaccine economy where the volume of monthly doses is finally catching up to those that still remain around after the last three billion have gone off to their makers. There is no longer any use for those making ‘big talk’ around the maypole. The bulk of them all now hiding in the hills sucking stale condensed milk from rusty cans.
There is no more ‘thank gods’. The only cure is personal oblivion. The kind that one gets in large doses from the ‘Victory’ gin cocktails. The phony compassion speechery long derided as treachery. Where was the action that could have stopped this. No solace in the nightly show of co-opted Netflix operated dreamtime. Your impressions are no longer your allies. The fallacy of ‘other’ opinions remains just another psycho block counter to breathing your own unadulterated sense of personal reality. If there was still gasoline then one could drink that in old Martini fashion with a matchstick in the computer printed olive. There is nothing more that could shock if any of us survivors were capable of being in that state of same. The drones and robotics have taken command. Wear your face shield and pray for a quick painless flush into nothingness from this longstanding enfranchised now to forever be the home of the New Normal.
It’s the simple things that will kill you. Lost loves, dead parents, mundane rituals that were once so burdonsome to endure in times past so many years ago . Now these tender strains of heart strings thrumbing away to a past that only appears now and again for an instant here and there. And ever so rarely at that. Smiles and carefree days that like too many poets are bound to remark were free and easy. How the enigmatic French phrases roll over my eyes like surf promoting a foam of tears. The ebb and flow ot tides of lost years that never were and probably never could have been! Those times that might have been shared before life but missed just past being reborn. But all that is temporary and gone. It is just another day! The future might as well as be another ass in harness just ahead.
Whose better’s observe one throughout this material sojurn of stacked memories misfiled within an accumulated store of experiences? At what point does evolution and happenstance take over? Some get the breaks and so many others do not. Yet the larger play of events tend to favor a small spectrum of those that are motivated to carry forth past any obstacle. It is possible to put so much on the scales of life before the limits of the process of evaluation have been overstretched. Then the games change or more likely dissolve into a completely different context in conscious action overlayered by new boundaries of unconscious goal posts. Energy and effort equally transmissible as in any Newtonian universe.
To those that lag behind it may seem that this exit from their sense of all possible perceptions might signify extinction. Though it may equally seem tedious to those even further beyond who have outdistanced the lot? A momentary shift providing an instantaneous sliver of entertainment that suggests a glimpse of things long past. A sense of nostalgia that does not impede. Sensitivity extended forth to the limit of one’s exterior perceptions coincidental with a sounding the inner. To manifest something in a material references turning it into the surface appearance of inert stone without taking into account the lengthy process of cooling. Playing the long game in a world of temporal pleasure rapidly congealing and dissolving fleetingly so. At some point an incarnation no longer visible.
Words are like puzzle pieces translating impressions that of themselves have little resemblence to consistency. The more enigmatic of same customaruly filtered out. How they customarily relate is the method by which they attempt to translate. A cypher of sorts to those unexpectedly aligned in relateable degrees of unvarnished perceptions. A certain point when the transmigration of many languages becomes insufficient to convey what appears to be growing nengenthropy. From the withering plant a new edition is found to attempt to reconcile incessant chaos. The great bulk of societies as governed are taught to appreciate incremental lateral change based on the commercial rotation of material diversion ascribed as innovatively different.
The level of lifetime indoctrination that characterizes the experience of so many suggesting that the level for the acceleration of anything termed ‘change’ is operated by anonymous entities from above. Anonymous certainly to those that they rule over and in turn will not admit the presence of in line with the well-habituated indoctrination that they have suffered. Progression of self in this realm slowed to a crawl if not terminated completely? The great mass of same demoted to pawns that are moved about by their ego charged self-appointed ‘superiors’, who themselves are condemned by their studied practice of deceit to fall into the same trap that they set for the rest of those ‘others’ supposedly under their thumb. Even when applied globally with near to absolute virtual control of resources it is a strategy that can go awry. Trying to implant a separate environment away from their mischeif in less than known underground cities will not obviate the unexpected factors of the instability that they so enegetically encourage.
This seems to be reducible to a proposition that for survival sake all parties engaged find a solution in dissolving their affiliation with former archaic one’s that while probably the most viable of those known have unfortunately run their course as far as mass consensus is concerned. Those that had their consciousess modified from without much like any virus so unstable as to go off in an unsanctioned direction not contemplated by those who have been behind the engine of these changes. One might task the definition by implying that it is a case of some sort of internal defense mechanism that is the proginator o this rebellion. But more than possibly it is an inborn sense of impatience with the daily diet of unchanging banality that drives them forth to other forms of sustainance and viability. To simply interrupt future generations from their traditional sources of parenting does not guarantee that the resultant viewpoint will conform as desired to a master plan or agenda. The only seemingly reliable method being to extinct those outside the curve through artful defeat of mass suspiscions of genocide.
Hence here we all sit functionally paralyzed for the moment by such a radical claim. An ongoing Dystopian farce planned to be put into action all along from decades back being the waltz of the day replete with institutionally distanced magic thinking, personality dissolving wearable gear, and the irrationality of constantly waffling official data that survives only by the local threat of governmental force. One should always be reminded that an unbounded love of change must invariably lead to unforeseen circumstances even in the best of puppet theater productions! The industrial model of food processing tranferred over the the science of crowd managment as an aspect of the greatest experiment devised to date in an all inclusive carefully considered exercise in the effectiveness of propaganda and universal mind control. The modern day extrapolation of converting all of humanity into docile maze encapsulated chickens pecking at a lever for a kernal of corn. Essentially the transformation of the latter exponent of modern urbanized society into a planetary operant conditioning chamber that B.F. Skinner could be proud of!
So in the world awash with the sudden popularzed backwash of outrage over white priviledge, collectivism thrives without comment. Sure it is easy to criticise a lack of change in a culture that is now overfilled with cosmopolitan affiliations based upon power politics. Divide and conquer is always an easier game to play than billards where skill and strategy essentially work out to be a unipolar based sense of result. The fiction that fairness comes in regulated satisfaction benefitting all through strict enforcement of protocols governing all can only eventially lead to universal dissatisfaction by individuals from every group that expect change. Only those who are satisfied by lateral replacement in a commercial sense of brand witll find a home. Dress a dog like a human and a human like a pig.
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