The Jews

The Jews.

Why do I always feel guilty about talking about such things, yet compelled to continue doing so? Not like I really care at this point what anyone thinks. But say the word “Jew” out loud in public and then let it linger and see a stony silence spread out from its epicenter like a bomb had just dropped. And why as a topic of discussion does that particular mutually exclusive little group always seem to rise to the surface where there is controversy or trouble? An insoluble haiku of our modern times? Or something much, much more?

The package of arguments might come with a warning label for all those who take up this question on the order of, “OPEN UP DISCUSSIONS ON THIS TOPIC AT YOUR OWN RISK!” For all those who are of a couple generations beyond freshly indoctrinated by the Liberal chess pool of public education realize that something is not quite right about individuals and organizations that proclaim membership with this brand name identity.

None dare criticize, nor make general observations about them lest they risk being outed from the larger society. Why? Are we speaking about some celestial species of human being whose actions both singular and collective are perpetually beyond reproach? Whenever the plural phrasing of their ilk is put forth in public it seems to have a long tail of discontent expressed by other cultures with their kind? The type of discontent that has led to them being ejected as a group from over a hundred and a half different societies. Why is this topic a ‘no, no’, to voice?

“Oh, that’s right! Because of the Nazi’s!”

Because in the last century, the Germans elected Adolf Hitler to be their leader and he tried to exterminate them! And it follows that all people designated as of European descent cannot be trusted because they might one day do the same? These people are to be referred to as ‘White‘ from here on out and not be trusted by any other group because they are the source of everything bad!

Do I bother looking up what happened at that time on the Internet or at the library to read about what happened in that time? NOT IF IT CONFLICTS WITH THE LATEST OFFICIAL VERSION! Otherwise that might be construed as HATE SPEECH.

I feel like expressing my intellect in absurdities these days because innocent conventional discourse in public is about as dead as the proverbial dodo bird. All discourse has a political twinge to it. Consider any festive party of intellectuals as set in the GDR during in the early eighties. Dare to say what you wish but don’t expect to come home to the same set of circumstances the next mooring that you had left the previous afternoon.

The only aspect of public civic life still operative is building high rises. Building higher, bigger and more industrially minded. Places of containment, places of demarcation, places to just find one’s self lost within wearing VR goggles. How does one make sense of rapidly destabilizing times of constant change, change, change, where the masses are urged ever on to make a difference. All hail the great revolutionary experiment of Liberalism. Something that in the last century might have been quickly tossed off as more than a bit Bolshevik.

Oak Park Illinois is a strange place rife with longstanding anachronisms amidst an ever brooding atmosphere of constant cultural conflict. A place to be privileged within if by chance you hold a little ‘ethnic‘ blood, along with other amenities, in the realm of the of the well to do. BUT WATCH YOUR STEP OTHERWISE!

Two odd places theoretically tied at the hip in some strange way might be singled out, Oak Park and Skokie. Rich Jew and poor Jew? I lived for a significant period of time within both. The erudite Jew as sleeper cell agent biding their time quietly going about the landscape preparing it for the next coming revolution by their kind?

In Orson Welle’s movie, “The Stranger“, this same phenomena is at work, except of course the polar identities are projected oppositely for the audience by the producers of the film. The rote meaning of the term Nazi being like many other popularly identifiable politically useful terms, a vehicle devised by extremist Left Wing Communist German authors of the past. Something coined not for simple description but for defaming.

Our current American culture constantly produces scapegoats. Some person or some group that by virtue of a single act in the present or at a distant time in the past past that has revealed themselves to be at odds with the current dogma of the hour. The sort of reaction one might have expected from the prewar Stalinist regime when simply not clapping one’s hand in applause for a long enough period would have given you a one way ticket to the Gulag the very next moment.

Somewhere between Orwell and Kafka. The Jew had managed eons ago to wangle the franchise for the administration of humanity from the Gods. The one provision in the agreement being that they could only administer indirectly from an oblique direction. Of course, try as they might over many generations, the humans they subtended could not make sense of these efforts as they resembled a form of endless chaos as opposed to civil administration. Jews seem to float like corks through hurricanes of political adversity that sink all others?

In a recent impromptu conversation with a person that turned out to have been born in Israel but residing for a long time here, the following topics were offered by him:

The Dreyfus affair, Satanism, financial inequity as a positive motive for increasing taxation upon the ‘rich’, public education’s rightful hold on Middle Class taxpayers as perpetual hostages, public school teachers as being unrepentant egoists, unrepentant display of his Israeli citizenship, a placid ignorance of common underclass illiteracy in the USA, loudly voicing the danger to the system and its teachers as posed by urban students, to name a few.

Every divisive Popular Leftist Liberal opinion that guards public discussion like a wounded tiger mom.

Who would have ever thought the end of the world as we have known it would sound exactly like a balloon frantically rubbing between the thighs of an overly frenzied discontent teenager?

Weakness

“A sense of recently discovered persistent weakness.”

“Down at the police station the criminals were getting their guns away from their captors. One of them, Buoy, like in Bouy Coons, was getting a . . . running away from one officer, by father being the other . . . and there got to be an epidemic.” [dream fragment]

Zizek, the currently ‘Leftist hip’ modern Marxist philosopher, takes great stock by the fact of a Stalin clapping along with the rest of the Comintern from the podium at the annual patty meeting. The rest of the assembly clapping, clapping, clapping, without stopping because, all of them knowing quite well that the first one who dares to stop will be the one who is hauled away to the gulag by the NKVD. How eerily similar to that everyman celebration of the annual Academy Awards where everyone in the room, including those people on stage, are compelled to periodically clap in unison for the sake of their bitterest enemy; or be brutally dealt in terms of their future career by the media in the stilted court of consensus focused public opinion. The ongoing ritual repeated again and again theoretically for recognizing their efforts to emulate the fiction of their roles of re-telling examples of the prototypical humble everyman. Those same creatures who for some reason, trivial or extraordinary, have been singled out be lionized by gatekeepers of the contemporaneous society for monetary, political, or social gain. This career enhancing exercise being afforded to the major titles of component professions singled out for being above and beyond in the making of these big budget lasting fictions.

The motion picture business a theoretically everyman affirming enterprise often noted for its rags to riches penchant for following that old hackneyed script in honoring a select groups of individuals along the lines of the myth of the American dream. The Oscar as a symbol of ultimate achievement and artistry uncannily similar to ancient satanic entities related to the general enslavement of mankind. The recipient being considered both for their career based martyrdom as well as deification. The televised portion focused initially upon an upwardly mobile high fashion minded of extravagant success and status where the participants are supposedly recognized at random from the passing crowd entering the auditorium. Something well planned and artificial to enhance an unconscious identification by the audience at home with a notion that these same stalking horse avatars are essentially just like them. The manner of dress of many with this ceremony in decidedly identifiable mortuary style of an eccentrically tailored funeral attire.

Incessant, incessant, incessant, never ending, continuing, ceaseless, smoking of that awful, stinky, smelly, weed. The modern fetish of the younger generation. Its sounds like a complaint. However when you throat is dry, and your choking on it to the point of waking, its hard not to be intolerant. Joy and happiness is gone. And, of course, that of itself cannot be blamed on the malfeasance of these unruly acts of self-indulgent assholes. This newer generation that feeds on the past and then suggests that their need for its nourishment is long and exhausting. Yet I, as the host that they consume would say otherwise. All these fictions laid down upon the shoulders of general humanity, the expulsion into exile of myself and my kind make me even stronger of will and in purpose. That heavy burden weighing me down to which I resist with all my might to do not any more, to do no more, not a single thing, lest it become cliche, and by that, accept it. I have not lived this long to just be accepted. I demand the impossible, and therein, I am unlovable. Who will give me sustenance? Those who do are fools! Because in this world no one can give you anything. It’s up to you to rise to the occasion of taking it on your own. Taking their disbelief and smashing it on the rocks of fantasy. Playing them for fools as would someone take a magnifying glass and hold it between the Sun and and ant colony below. Tiny little sizzling sounds as the great mass of same is instantly boiled by the focus of their god. Yes, perhaps Nietzsche was ahead of us all? I am the ‘Übermensch’ that long ago as a young man I sought for. No one can pull my statue. No one can knock over my temple. For there is no such thing, except in the surety of my own mind, and I am safe. Safe from any change that they can throw at me. I will not lose my personalty, for all roads to it have been cut off. The eyes, the ears, the nose, the mouth, and most of all, the memory. I have the bearing based on this feeling for knowing for all my life this sensation of being. And that cannot be overturned!

When those that rule this technological Hell lay down their law and try to expel you through scarcity and the removal of all things physical, and imprison you in the material realm of your former existence where time has no meaning, and the daily connection with others is abrogated, you begin to enjoy the ritual more than the experience. I am the victim of burning incense, non-stop at night. A poisoning from those below me. A demon’s brethren surviving by kissing his feet. The sign of Satan with it’s hooked nose can opener and skull cap. A black cube upon its forehead and its arms bound like that of a drug addict; ready for the poke of a needle to put whatever within its blood stream. Its martyrdom as an burned offering to its most sanctimonious anti-Christ. The notion of the martyr in place throughout the rule of society that has been transfixed upon all bipeds like a cross of gold. Hebrew apes grown up under the staff and rod of their own pharaoh. The secret they husband being their enjoyment of slavery. To be the bondsman, and be free of all cares. To indulged like an animal in ecstasy, and mistake it for epiphany. These are no longer children, but apes! A sordid species that shits in its own bed, and doesn’t bother to go swimming in the river. But panics and demands its mournful cry be enjoyed by all. A faux form of mother that will never pick them up in its arms, but tap them out like a squashed cigarette butt, the fumes of which I must inhale.

Today anything that come across the airwaves is an act! They’ve overstepped their boundaries, they’ve got too greedy! Those that control these airwaves, these servers, these satellites, they’ve overstepped their bounds. They think that anybody and everybody will swallow them. Just put a couple of crisis actors in there. A couple dizzy broads, a few near beer fags, and of course the guy in the street with the pot belly from sitting in the bar too long after work. Work they call it! What’s that? Sitting in front of a desk, typing out emails, playing on the phone asking, “Where the Hell’s that package?” Well, let me tell you, that’s not work! Work is something the Chinese do, or did before there were too many of them and their own party decided that half of them should drop dead. Work, yeah, I used to know what work was, and I am still willing to do it! But I’ll tell you what, despite the flashing lights that are insinuated into my brain, that are telling me that my air time has come to an end, and I’m still will to do it. Of course, the type of work that I imagine is ridding this city of parasites and those that are just sucking the lifeblood out of all those that should have a regular normal job, but instead have been degraded down to the importance of pond scum by their noble masters. Who, of course, love to dress up in short sleeves and declare the wonders of a Pete Bhudda-jitch, “I got an itch, my hemorrhoid cream ain’t working!“, the mayor of nowhere’s ville. Yeah, well, it’s great to decry somebody and be as clever as you can, but the reality, it seems, is even worse! “Daddy was a Commie, Mommy was a salami, and the salami is up my ass!” “So if you don’t like Bernie give Biden a pass.” “Here I am the little boy, with the dildo as my favorite toy.” “Not only will I enjoy it Sam, I am going to have you beat the ham.” Yeah, it’s all funny, isn’t it? “Beat your ham, give it a slam, another bunch of media film flam.” Every year we go through this ritual. And what does it really mean? Every four years! It means they need to refresh the oil in the crankcase. It means that its time to put yourself in indentured servitude for another four years to buy another new hog cart with its sexy plastic interior. God forbid that you should touch the bumper of a truck because the whole Goddamn thing might collapse, and the secret will out! Yeah! That’s the world that I live in, that’s the world I live apart from, and that’s the world that you are designed to endure.

The Miraculous Effect Of The Appearance Of False Prophets

“Let those that have points to make that tend to support our position now take the floor!”

So here I am in the middle of the Midwest of the United State of America sequestered in a suburban area in what is still considered modern civilization. A place where there are literally millions of others in plain view of where I live. All sorts of lives, not exceedingly dissimilar to my own. And yet, within this region there exists a singular uniformity where most of one’s usual choices have been narrowed down to a shocking few. And all of them focused through a mechanism of financial commerce! The result of which creating a situation of isolation for those who are reluctant to participate in it’s daily game play. One is immediately placed at odds with the system in this situation based upon the way that they wish to interpret it.

They can subscribe to the notion that their own particular financial situation finds them incapable of attaining gainful employ as a result of their ideologically unsound demographic in age, gender, ethnic heritage, era, etc., etc. This being caused  by the necessity to accede to their all powerful Federal government mandate to submit a declaration revealing same as a predicate to entering into any form of business solicitation; supposedly for the purpose of evaluation of taxation; suggesting the practice is the basis for exclusion of their kind. And based upon the current political winds of change that blow decidedly extreme Left wing Liberal, they are subject to exclusion. Any constant Internet based critique of this sort of situation not helping their cause.

The other possibility in a more objective phenomenological one being that one is personally a victim of unkind circumstances that goes beyond amy efforts to remain functionally part of the culture while they still try to retain a degree of their own individual identity.

Both possibilities pointing to that inevitably heavy hammer of state imposed social consensus causing them a prolonged situation of resulting isolation . Perhaps, bad timing, bad luck, and perhaps a loss of continued patience? That along with the apparent lack of further usefulness to the supervening economic model as suggested by official government statistics.

One that places them from this point on into the ‘gulag’ of no return? This condition paraphrased as a world of illusion where all these so-called facts and the authority that enforces them are simply part of a lifelong waking drama that is solidly vested in their dreams. A fantasy that leaves their lifelong experience in question as to its validity. One where they have gone off the reservation having become deluded by the reckoning of current conventional society.

But it seems, by virtue of investigation, held over a long period of time through similar events affecting other individuals found within a wealth of literature that details exactly these same sort of occurrences, that those entities holding ultimate authority of over society routinely engage in a process of ferreting out those that they consider troublesome or potentially harmful to their explicitly covert agendas that support their rule. The mere formulation of such a conclusion in public is so beset with friction that the speaker is quickly tagged as someone who is deranged in their thinking. The much overused descriptions applied running the range of terminologies including ‘conspiracy theorist’, ‘anti-Semitic’, ‘sociopath’, ‘racist’, etc., etc. A neat form of pending exile through social stigmatizing. Something that is often applied in total secrecy cloistered behind digital firewalls where algorithms sort the free flow of one’s private information as liberally accessed from all the same sources that have previously collected it as part of daily commerce. A hegemony that is simultaneously both public and private. A souped up form of feudalism that is administered by the local commercial baron who owes his fealty to large international entities who set the rules of the game.

A viewpoint when assembled solely by a citation of the many facts that I doubt I am clever enough to construct by myself out of thin air!

One has to keep up appearances. And to keep up these appearances they have to allow themselves to become enslaved! You have to have a job that in most cases demeans you. You need to have an appropriate means of transferring your weekly accumulation of wealth. You have to go out and get a loan for a car to be able to get back and forth to your workspace. You have to spend money to stay current with the latest fashion to impress others engaged in a non-stop game of peer based  competitions. You have to strive to be a big earner, often debasing your principles to be able move ahead in your career, or even your love life. And so on and so forth! The routine petty indulgences along the way slowly draining you dry. An unspoken office discipline governing relationships with co-workers demands not falling into the trap of accidentally voicing divergent opinions, ones that are an ever-present danger to the continuation of your career advancement. Any violation of these factors affording you a greater degree of freedom subjecting you also to immediate expulsion from the main body of society. The bit one is forced to bite into is an ignorance of the fact that the historically polarities of Left and Right have always been on the same side against you! Communism covertly supported by Capitalism. The imposition of class based uniformity within mandatory education instilling an inflexible viewpoint that all these things mentioned are completely normal.

But, then again, maybe it is!

Maybe it is a logical progression of outcomes based upon behaviors that though were totally normal in the past, but now are officially irredeemable and socially deviant? I myself being someone that, based upon their circumstances of my previous upbringing, have defaulted to a situation that favors my own enforced solitude. Something that also runs counter to the current prevailing superstructure of our commercially oriented interactions with well-indoctrinated others. The ability to escape this form of continuous incarceration by way of any former conceptions fully negated and leaving me influentially powerless and biologically totally dependent.

The onset of a curious phenomena that seems to afflict me through the onset of short term memory suggests the cause being from a recently devised universal technologies that run rampant at every level of contemporary society. One that is out of the reach of any democratically structured social control. My ability to appreciate the world cheese graded into a chaos of bits and pieces that are in functional disarray when needed to be instantly recalled. The perfect compliment to motivate those similarly beset being a case of incurable I-Phone fever. One can always immediately rely upon answers string searched on Wiki! Attempting analysis or rationalization using one’s own biological instrument now all the more difficult and perceptually challenging.

The never ending series of headline based crisis based events adjacent to zero content useless trivia forming the intellectual commerce of the day by way of the ideologically stilted reporting mechanisms of media. The public is left to swing arm to arm in a jungle gym of terror the announces threat after threat. Ones that are exploited by  governmental bureaucracies as the excuse to cede more power to themselves and further exploit the ‘body politick’. War, social confrontation, disease, insanity as well as the threat of possible starvation along with the added threat of possible incarceration if one too publicly raises an outcry, increasingly the order of the day. All roads  pointing to the conclusion that the actual perpetrators of these horrors are closely related and in cahoots with the officially designated victims. That same categorical logic assessing the motives of a crime suspended in such cases, though it is routinely administered to convict the average citizen. Any independent leanings once formally hidden away in privacy of one’s own closet now fully exposed to public view. The state and the media embracing a pan-optic 24/7 regimen of surveillance. All closet doors are now permanently swung open to computer tattle tale devices like Siri and Vesta leaving one nowhere to hide their own socially awkward uniqueness. What once constituted destructive forms of cultural deviance and perversion brought out into the street for public viewing and politically harnessed by a script handed down by unseen subversive parties tasked with keeping one’s appreciation of their own existence permanently unstable.

The Kabuki of national politics focusing on leaders too often suspect as being flawed individuals acting out specious roles diverting public focus from from dangerous national situations. The general population blindfolded from cradle to grave to deflect any opposition from a concealed ruling hegemony that places them all perpetually at risk. The nature of humanity to seek out constructive alternatives demoralized by continual deceit via incessant disinformation by official sources with their accompanying troll based rumor mills churning out suggestions to the contrary. The root experience of the average individual being not unlike that of a wild animal backed into the corner by an imminent threat of capture posed by potential zoo keepers. This entrapment affecting free travel due to circumstances caused by unreliable sources of independent income drying up. The slow slide of failing health, due to failing income causing increased angst from the stress of psychological pressure they bring to bear. One’s fears of instability at the end of every month eclipsing any ability to foresee a constructive future for one’s self. Continual depression blunting one’s will over time.

The perception of the average Jill or Joe that make up the mainstream of society now publicly tagged as inauthentic and not entitled to their former clearly defined position within this ‘new’ society composed of thoroughly indoctrinated Socialist minded youth. The analogy of having one’s head caught in a slowing tightening vice while attempting to still think rationally summing up one’s dilemma. The larger society now transformed into solitary cellular units, no longer capable of organizing a combined response against this larger agenda that steers them into de-evolution into the role of a totally dependent helpless child.

This type of classic Marxist destabilization reaching point where one must decide to re-evaluate their own core values. A self-critique where everything, especially ethics, must be subject to radical transformation through its total capitulation. The stability of the larger society that once protected it from a breakdown now in total chaos. The type of dilemma that potentially might be quickly resolved through the covert application of biological warfare. Something that seems already at play with this society’s most successful geopolitical rival.

How odd that popular feature length Hollywood movies of previous eras seem to accurately predict future catastrophic socially crippling events? The ‘monkey see monkey do‘ explanation runs flat when applied only to deranged lone individuals. More rational conclusions including professional governmental think tanks that implement policies which eventually play outside public view from their covert beginnings to their inception. That imaginary cult of whistle blowers insufficient to properly address culpability for such events that inspire radical shifts in the public opinions. The industrial husbanding of paranoia within the general public producing the proper environment for change.

Escaping into the somnambulent realm of dreams as an alternative to a debilitated waking existence becomes an ongoing personal pastime. The overthrow of one’s waking perception of their lives soon exhaust former methods of evaluating palpable reality. The use of meta-psychology now a weapon to dehumanize society through removing alternate viewpoints that run counter to the official story. A full on assault on society mounted by an overbearing hegemony that wishes to de-evolve its citizenry back down into the status of dumb beasts. The past examples of this efficacy of the employ of these techniques evident in the former Soviet Socialist Republic of Russia as well as its offspring in Communist China. Places where, over the major portion of the last century, the soil was literally fertilized with the corpses of its own state sanctified murdered dead.

How curious that some special sorts of lone voices seem magically to come to light? This despite what apparently seems their divergent viewpoints that run radically counter to the official status quo on some particular issue to the current framework of popular society. The vagabond professors taking center stage with all their disarming eccentricities suggesting a connection without he rest of us. They managing to defeat the degrees of exclusion and levels of censorship that deflect all others from reaching similar mass audiences. Occasionally rough in appearance, yet entertainingly disarming, they strike a chord with the young. Ones that in their own search for personal identities are an easy audience to be entranced. The ritual offering of an interaction of both right and left opinions clashing in a televised public event offering a placebo to the larger audience sequestered in their own living spaces attempting to solve the dilemma of easy escape to the ‘wunderklass’ of the freely upwardly mobile. These much lettered intellectually proficient mountebanks fast talking endless detailed references of many expansive thinkers of past societies in a manner that at face value seems to detail new alternatives of thought. But if carefully examined in forensic detail, tend to say nothing more than a circuitous rigamarole of politically destructive dogmas of the past, Ones that are the seeds of all of our current dilemmas. Hot button topics as with the persistent overblown intellectual rights to claims of particular genocides too persistently forming the basis of most topics of discussions and the analogies therein. The same old Fascist whipping boys raised from the annals of history of the those rival societies last defeated by the current reigning empire ever stated and restated leaving one to ponder if their stated mandate is to continue the spread of underlying socially convenient myths? The didactic ability to take factual non specific fragments and then verbally expand them into exponentially more functional politically useful forms of lumpen popular mass religion suggested as their goals in life.

An imposed Orwellian framework where the numbers cited defy the facts of history, yet cannot be challenged politely by an independent critique without the social cost of legal penalty strictly enforced by too many supposedly ‘enlightened’ societies. Facts to the contrary based upon the meticulous records of the past ignored or called in question as having no bearing in the conduct of these stilted legal proceedings. The greater truth behind the actuality of the times referred to being discarded as the predicate to accepting any legitimate argument. The irony of the actual sufferings of other numerically larger groups being brushed away as if they never existed! This mentality of doctrinal blindsightedness demanded then carryies through to more modern events that became excuses for systemic changes in society.

Why is it that the world of man the biped is ever susceptible to a good story? Especially if it has no grounding in the assembly of the facts but rather the opinions of those who have positions of authority based upon ignoring the ones that are inconvenient to the ideology that pays them a living. Could this not be absolutely clear to the average listener based upon the sort of ground level dynamic that rules their lives, especially in this current era of the ascendancy of commercial hegemonies that are constantly scheming to strangle independent thought by putting a sleeper hold upon masses of potential consumers. From the perspective of ground level it is hard to ignore the fact that the fable of a natural schism between the historical practice of Communism by the record of its actions is naught but an ideological corollary of its supposed foe, Capitalism. One that is a literal theatrical character in the narrow pantheon of an ever persistent people bound over centuries by the exercise of power over any and all groups that they come to exist within the midst of.

The ever inconvenient facts show that the well-organized efforts of that small elite cult seem to gain both power and prestige within any community that allows them access. This proved out by the rambling tale of the transfer of power and its unbounded exercise over the last three hundred years when the business of the finance of war on behalf of the local powers that be became their specialty. In European societies, their proclivity to infect and resist by means of unashamed guile and covert action can have no other metaphoric parallel better stated than that of a biologically intelligent virus that learns from the dispatch of each victim thus allowing it to refine through distillation its virulence to more effectively attack the next. A quality that when it gains dominance in a society becomes genocidal to its host by not simply deposing it but very publicly dissolving its foundations and unabashedly overturning its myths. Then showing its temerity by mocking those it has taken power from and disposing of them. All the while spinning myths that superficially adopt the terminologies that were the central pillars of logos and using them to suggest that this host was in fact the cause of it’s own destruction.

The poisonous root of this type of destructive power is that of practiced persuasion of that particular mountebank, the visiting professor and the misguided belief that his wisdom is somehow not ultimately and completely self-serving. The symbolic cosmology that the core that births these characters kept arcane to the outside but when read can be perfectly understood as purposefully deceitful. Those inscribed within its cult obsessed with the notion of sovereignty by right of a compact with universe ruled only by their own celestial entity that gives them title to rule over all others. A concept that is perfectly understandable to another major constituent group whose binding ethic is to a unilateral adherence to a strict set of rules based upon the narrow imaginings of their ancient prophet. The wolf bane of both assemblages being in perfectly understanding their philosophical underpinnings as a matter of self-protection and treating their followers as one might something brutally toxic and destructive by enforcing an isolation or in some cases extinction.

If one needs a starting point to fully understand this one might simply start with any topic that quickly becomes a socially enforced taboo that is forbidden not only to discuss but to inwardly consider. The penalty for engaging in this, as previously stated, being outed by one’s own society for trying to discover the source of its own fatal malady. The virus analogy as evolved in a contemporary popular sense of undead zombies roaming around within their own fatally affected kingdom completely beyond rational thought or emotional connection. The de facto view of the virus of the host it affects.

This type of attitude significant of how the philosophies spun to the masses do not enlighten but instead enthrall through the convoluted analogies of a twisted narrative that offers illogical conclusions that defy the objective truth that the perpetrators most responsible for the ills decried are those railing most persuasively against it. The hereditary mythology of these pied piper’s arrogantly crowing their victories over previous hosts as holy tracts to be studied for possible future employ.

All these observations are in plain view by anyone that dares to open their eyes around them. They’ve been in plain view in the past over centuries issuing from the darkness of past millennia and countless fallen empires. That is why any accurate account of any specific era of the past is considered so toxic. If one looks at the continuity of the repetition of the exact same techniques one is left with the conclusion that civilization as it has played itself out over that time is naught but one big game of organized conniving. The live of regular citizenry caught up on a carnival midway of these mountebanks that are organized together to defraud them. And you are supposed to celebrate that as the authentic history of your kind without question!

If you wish to join your kind in offering cheers as those upon endangered species list as housed upon conveyor belts heading towards the chopper within these corporate run plantations, then more power to you!

But I say there is something else that demands that one immediately yell stop this wheel I want to get off! And not to engage in some other form of self-defeating fantasy but really examine the shabby truth of their own existences.

One merely has to sense that the ready supply of corrupting traditions in ‘ideas’ offered that success in life is linked to the proffer of products and services by these dominating exploiters that purposely exacerbate perpetual conditioning by distress of all those foolish enough to be persuaded. The grounding foundation of longstanding ethics forged from basic time honored truths of the past confirmed by hard experience and strong family based identities is the best protection against the machinations of these florid seducers wielding their devious motives. Though it might be useful to some to be forced in these ways stated to have to embrace the unwanted truths about one’s self so as to develop an ability to accept them and grow, and easier route might be to develop that skill in times of relative ease as well! To make one’s stated goal in life to building smaller communities with others that are honest and forthright in their dealings and themselves.

Yet also to face the implications of that terrible Darwinian imperative that one must equally take seriously their inbred animal nature to survive against one’s opponents at all costs. And not be persuaded to play martyr at the final celebration of the extinction of their own kind. For all the rhetoric and terminologies that are tossed back and forth leading to the arcane dissections of ideologies and ism’s, the only ones that are valid, not just cogent, are the ones that are fully in line with this sense of survival of one’s self and those ones within your immediate circle. Those that constantly assail society have learned this lesson, and assume by their efforts that you have not.

Those ones that you stick by you and that you in turn stick by being your defense! There is no bargaining with them as once they have the majority force of arms they will attempt to overwhelm you. And if they do not they will try to wheedle you out of your best judgment to exclude them by claiming that they are your true friends with your best interests in mind. Nothing could be further than the truth. This attitude might be termed ‘skepticism’ on your part by them but nothing could be further from the truth! That other time honored old adage of, “Fool me once shame on you, but shame me twice shame on me!“, unfortunately too often not observed!

Panera-ISM

I look about this local Panera store in my suburban neighborhood and detect a general sense of grim discontent upon almost every face that enters and then departs. The older ones looking physically depleted while the younger ones appear caught in perpetual solemn discontent. All seem to be wearing horse hair shirts recently risen from beds filled with garnet sand. The young slender black legging bound Caucasian women seeming most affected with stern gazes of disapproval for the affront of the presence of old white males like yours truly.

Can I get over it? The reigning powers that be installed a system that gives over opportunity and livelihood to every other demographic and gender, age group that is beyond my own. I am the new nigger! The dregs of society that those in the corporate sphere are attempting to dethrone. You walk into their space as they have the lock on resources in that world far afield of human regard called business. They squeeze out the small guy out with oceans of funny money that they and they alone can create out of thin air. You as an insignificant peon have no rights of bargaining to respond in kind. You have been displaced and exist day to day to plod through life in your mind the way that it once was hour by hour. The children of your kind are programmed to despise you as they can no longer make the connection that they are part of you.

Music is no longer music but barnyard groans and snarls from overhead speakers that repeat one sentence simple minded moronic mind numbing three chord melodies. Bang, bang, bang, referential formulaic assembly line snippets grabbed from tense standards stolen by post-modern sanctified mental modification methodology. The almighty transaction of plastic Panera card shove it in the card reader deviant sex. The whole business detrimental to one’s existence of life. Mental mind rot! Another refugee arrives fielding an endangered species bundle of newsprint. Bye, bye, independent thoughts of local human propaganda agents, central command has put you on the impatient conveyor and off to an imminent doomsday.

Old women that relate their present circumstances of life by how many sugar rolls they can order at the counter. The loss of diet coincidental with a final breakdown leading to life cessation. In love with the fantasy of old recipes that have been despoiled by the corporate sphere in size and ingredients so they survive in name only. Male genitals related to bags of tea replaced by the taco.

There is so much to write about of importance in the current era that it is confusing to focus mainly upon that which is not strictly eccentric to one’s own personal experience. Certainly, an individual cannot avoid being daily accused of a certain sense of solipsism even if the topic shared involves the polyglot of other similarly shared opinions. This sort of existentialism leads one to consider their daily existence in many ways subservient to the larger focus on society at the expense of individual concerns. That haunting melody of ancient cinema from the Hollywood version of the so called ‘Greatest Generation’ rings in the background tending to shame one’s primary concern for one’s self. The PC realm taking up the batten from that point to instruct with grave import to chasten one from there!

To get to the point in a personal sense, I am one of those that has become thoroughly confused by what popular society as represented by the media and embodied in many within my vicinity in contradiction with an equal amount of input suggesting that the reality behind the same is nothing more than an ongoing Psy-Op. The facts one needs to verify which have credence but is one ready to truly digest the result? I look out the window down to the expanse of street and horizon locked beneath perpetual gray milkshake skies and am persistently reminded about reports of the daily ongoing governmental function of geo-engineering.

It appears that Americans are incapable of rational thought of any real meaningful sense in the international sphere as most by default only possess thought strictly within the context of one language and the unipolar singularity of a continuous media indoctrinated cultural experience. Maybe then the Psy-Op is a form of much welcomed commercial expansion of their universe as is laying thick asphalt upon an otherwise rocky dirt road? It tends to smooth out the bumps of divergent thought that might interrupt it by simply burying them through the force of its overwhelming technology, the nationalistic state religion. The synonymous internationalist message promoting romantic thoughts like the tree falling in the forest style of mysticism supporting personal self-expression inferring little worth; where the post-Marxist world focuses upon the big ugly bear shitting in the woods causing a mass hysterically event that cannot help but appreciated through rancid smell even though being unseen.

Old Times

I tried to immortalize my family and my existence through words. My cousin did it through children and grandchildren. And now as of today great grandchildren. His name will be remembered and all my words will be forgotten. What the Hell was I writing about anyhow? Dissatisfaction? My views on a mixed up world that nobody ever wanted? Even though everything that I had set down had been true to form. Things like that are rarely if ever recalled. Not unless they directly lad to the bad things in life. Death always overcomes life. New life overcomes death. That cycle doesn’t seem like it is going to change anytime soon.

Ninety-nine years plus one, ago my grandmother’s sister Tilly was taken unexpectedly by the worldwide Influenza epidemic that scourged the world just after the armistice of the Great War of 1914 through 1918. A year later my mother was brought into this world. Could there have been a connection? My mother lived almost ninety three years. During that time aviation technology matured from routine trans-continental travel to space travel. The television and personal computer were created, and a nuclear world of weapons and their deadly industrially based side effects became commonplace. The great empires of 19th c. Europe dissolved and the American superpower empire born of the new world grew to become the most preeminent economic and military power on the planet. What must the world have been back then before all this in her supposedly very much less complex time?

Tonight through a happenstance of rambling through different topics of conversation with a French female friend that hails from a completely different experience of cultural appreciations and standards, she mentioned that in her opinion, Americans in general acted too complacently as if they were slaves. She making the point that specific other European populations have been driven by an underlying sense of unvarying social conformity, as with the example of the Germans, and in an equivalent sense, the Russians. Now sitting here, a bit later, by myself in the midst of the descending temperatures of a fast approaching bitter Winter, I sense that a continued application of continual trauma may have much to say in terms of the root cause of this behavior? Certainly to admit to the validity of this proposition is a blow to one’s sense of overblown national identity. A collective historical sense of bluster come mostly through the filter of the Hollywood film industry of past generations. Something that has been turned on its head over the last fifty years from something to be proud of to another thing completely to be ashamed of. The blistering indictment of European culture wrought by those that direct the current movement of non-aligned third world group of cultural snatching assimilators. This being a present tense updated sense of trauma of itself.

The real unvarnished American Experience not available from the PBS programming being one of a lonely ever insecure sense of self-reliance at all costs. One that encompasses many truly diverse groups that quickly learned the ropes of where they stood in the technological evolution of the Industrial revolution. Generally as helplessly dependent for bread and board through the lens of that indifferent medium of paper based promissory notes that gave them no control over any real wealth. A form of highly sophisticated indentured servitude based on a false illusion of personal ownership. The worldwide hegemony of the pyramidal banking system calling the tune making wealth and staggering profit from the timorous surrender of a crushing work ethic. The party coming quickly to a close when health or age preclude being to offer a higher standard of practicable labor. The mass hysterical illusion of one’s elevated statue finally coming to an end.

Though the system of cheap mostly undocumented foreign labor of a hundred years ago was also the flavor of the day. The complexity of numerically more prevalent and more highly sophisticated technologies coming to an effective parody with the current population of would be workers. A world where everything necessary to life is measured and monitored and meted out for a highly organized system supervising the individual’s promise to pay. Where in the past, the discretion to initiate payment was in direct control of the individual. Now in the age old tradition of indentured servitude ala slavery the individual has no contact with anything more than the daily task that is demanded without question to perform.

Gone is that inherent sense of rugged individualism come of one’s total vulnerability on the wild frontier. Replaced by a cradle to grave sense of insecurity of being spied upon 24/7 and quickly taken to task for any variation from the daily game plan that applies so unequally to all. The bilious illusion of reality cast be the daily broadcast of faked events driving unilateral political initiatives to gain even greater power over average people’s lives destabilizing those caught up in a repugnant atmosphere of nonstop materialism. The mentality of go along to get along’ being the anthem of the day. All one’s acceptable hero’s being anti-heros with nothing in common with their fellow human being beyond the daily struggle within the highly regimented confines of the workplace. The Germans traditionally terming same within the context of the national slogan of “Ordung Muss Sein!” Their American cousins governed by “Just Do It!”

There the current most well-publicized visual analogy of Germans is standing maniacally at attention in a Stahlhelm and highly polished jackboots. The American equivalent is of someone street surfing with their head down and fully engrossed with the latest text emanating from their I-Phone. A sense of total social isolation that would have shocked even a Panopticon obsessed Jeremy Bentham. The current iteration of society beyond the comprehension of Greatest Generation sired Baby Boomer’s like myself! And waiting in futility like some Sam Beckett, Waiting For Godot type character for conventional sanity to right a sinking ship of vulnerable human traits soon to be replaced by robotic ones. The French and Asians and South Americans among others never afraid of getting out in the streets and communally risking life and limb. The average American looking for a spokesperson to flag down the nearest news camera to bitch and moan about their own personal martyrdom as a victim requiring special needs. So much for John Wayne being unceremoniously deposed by Tom Hanks!

The trauma of childhood counterpoised against poverty in the nineteen-thirties of the Great Depression plagued mean streets of prewar America being more physically traumatic but less soul crushing than the cog driven mentality of planned obsolescence and total replaceability that hangs over every aspect of modern life. Survival being harder perhaps in a system organized to serve a minority of elites at the expense of their workers. I have to wonder what my mother would have to say having to endure existing in the same. It might be very loud indeed.

The SJW Game

God save us from those that wish to save the world! They will inevitably have a well-hidden self serving motive that they bury in a fog of stern sanctity that they hope will fool all the suckers that they claim to save. Or worse yet! Actually might believe that they are chosen by their own self-appointed god to correct all the ills that others have wrought being lesser creatures unable to find the correct ways. Or maybe to atone for some long imagined internal shortcoming? Generally the former predominates over the later to be detriment of those that are expected to be eternally grateful to be saved. If not then they must be an enemy of all things good and righteously human. To the common sensibility that sort of mindset is a steaming pile of horse dung. The level of arrogance that is inferred by such an infernal posture is beyond insulting to the point of intolerable. Begging as part of its ruse a higher degree civility from those under attack than it deigns to offer. One expected to be thrown off guard by a attack then parry approach but return a nervous sense of unease rather than the slap back that it so richly deserves. A cheat after all is a cheat! And why? Can the unending fervor behind all this unbound energy to change be completely misaligned. This unshakeable belief being more in evidence of what one would consider in a group of religious fanatics. All the more curious since this group will not tolerate any other God but that mysterious one spouting its unending spew of unipolar rhetoric. Hardly surprising when one scratches the surface and sees its historical source in some age old continuum of vengeful retribution that clouds the judgment of the faithful like a blanket thrown over a horses head in the frenzied chaos of a barn on fire. In this case the burning referenced being that irrepressible desire for achieving a world revolution resulting in the complete sovereignty of the apex leading those tiresome God’s chosen. The same old story of practiced deceit spread again and again like a virus from those that perpetually work from within to corrupt their own faithful to continue on such an unwholesome mission against their fellow human beings.

If it all sounds like a bunch of hackneyed rhetoric layered upon ones ears like too many coats of varnish slathered on an old bedstead of deteriorated rotting wood. It is! Yet the continuing curse of tenuous civilization over history seems to favor such cliche’s much in the way that greed and avarice never seem to go out of style. Human nature being permanently susceptible to contamination in a biblical sense. And in fact, the old dusty volumes of the world’s religions act as playbooks of past scams that were successful for a while but as they always do eventually collapse leaving a short hiatus until the next round. If there are a pantheon of ever omnicient entities that govern such things they seem habitually fixed on the same old television channel. Welcome all to another round of Wheel of Fortune with your host Pat Sejack!

A Two Eyeball View of Modern Western Society

RIGHT EYE

The issue at hand as demonstrated by American black urban social enculturation by the Liberal dominated state is that it is based upon a seething hatred of anything considered ‘white’. ‘White’ meaning anything that they can freely oppress but still reap a direct immediate benefit from. A similar cadre of other varied ethnicities are currently being imported and schooled in a similar fashion. And all at the public expense primarily charged to those of European heritage taxpayers. The very ones that remain passively ignorant of the fact that their homes are being stolen from right under them by a system implanted by Socialist minded Zionist influenced longstanding ideology that has wheedled its way into governmental positions ranging from ground lever local all the way up to that of the high authority. The longstanding Christian value influenced majority now being actively institutionally suppressed, and soon to be decimated in a covert war conducted by way of deceit to destroy them and their culture. When all possibility of an active plebiscite is eliminated then a new era of machine tended serfdom over all groups being scheduled to commence.

The current world corporate hegemony itself subsumed in financial subjugation to and elite cadre amassing fantastic balance sheet based influence through the implementation of a phony baloney debt based fiat currency system administered by the private Federal Reserve banking system. One that routinely crashes all available foundational equities down to the ground in value so as to be bought up for pennies on its ersatz dollar that its one percent membership is willing to pay in its Monopoly game play money. The cult minded ‘wolf’, or ‘rat’, in this case clothed in a sheep’s skin of a permanent unassailable public relation driven myth of victimhood that keeps it immune from comment or censure. One dare not cast the shadow of responsibility in their direction less they risk a permanent outing from the increasingly slave society that they implicitly manipulate for the purpose of their own twisted goal of total world domination.

Along these lines, the drum of revenge for revenge’s sake is banged to promote the dominance of post Nietzche negative beliefs. Despoiling core Christian precepts that would dilute their iron control of less sophisticated financially dispossessed cultures. Though most within these main target group choose to disbelieve what is happening around them scared off by the trendy terms birthed in the Marxist ideologies of ‘social justice’ and identity politics. The fact being that they must act quickly to band together to expeditiously mount a forceful push back or simply be plowed under into a classless lowest common denominator uncivilized mob subtended into a ‘carrot and stick’ A.I. machine rule based on 24/7 perpetual manipulation. The brutal reality all sides opposed to this type of existence does not wish to face is that the longer they allow themselves to be caught up in some convenient illusory industrial fantasy of society and life fostered by advertising based entertainment media the sooner that they will meet their own doom. The only feasible course of immediate action being to dispossess the elitist monopolies and restrict parasitic technologies to achieve a truly civil society. One based upon a continuum that has taken millennia to develop from the destructive cycle of perpetual barbaric chaos.

 

LEFT EYE

The popular interest as tallied by an A.I. algorythm on social media is expressed as being akin to that of a virus. A mindless force of nature similar to the weather, but on a much smaller scale. The administration of society left to unelected brokers whose vast financial resources are routinely gleaned from the very demographic that they eventually come to disparage because they desire to obtain absolute control over it. The motive considered a positive business goal needing to be achieved on the order of the daily activity of a Jack Russell terrier herding sheep. The cornering of public opinion ever in a light favoring the goals of the corporate elites that felt fully empowered to swing and sway others who were prone to a little sweet talk filled with specious claims and hopeful self-delusion.

The trouble he had was that he didn’t consider himself a sheep!

He roamed alone through a society too busily running here or there, back and forth, with some temporal goal in mind of somehow getting ahead of their fellow livestock. Interdependence demanding universal total committment for an ever dwindling amount of recompense. What sort of incentive was their in falling prey to that mill wheel. Survival demanded work! But work was demanded based on execising full capacities and beyond more to settle accounts for incessant gradually increasing taxations. The standards of goods and services steaduly declining by those now distantly recalled standards of yesteryear. Who had possession of the true nature of their own personal identity?

Worse yet, the older he became, the less likely he wanted to play!

Thoughts abounded of the type of rigors encountered by those of generations past in a less expansive social environment where nature still dominated the demands placed upon daily existence. Was if better to have to battle with all one’s physical strength to achieve a minnimal level of comfort and safety. Was the current ant colony based organization that bred all its members to pinpoint their entire lifespans to a precalculated plan fashioned to favor the demands of the group so as to enjoy a little mind altering industrially summoned mental illusion by day’s end a better end? Why could this current society not operate on a more level distrubution of goods and services more generously affored in a rational sense to the lower rungs of society? Human nature in general not given much credit for observing a sense of universal civility it had been decided to abandon it to control by machine.

He had become a hermit to to all things popular and cosmopolitan.

Language as it had once been known now was thrown into a boiling caldron of foreign tongues all counterposed to vy with each other. Communication reserved to feature film production quality mini-productions that coaxed the illusory consensus of a mainstream along in portraying worlds that were unobtainable for virtually all that were expected to view them. All the participants baring their teeth religiously at the conclusion where the product or service now identified and hypnotically interoduced was fully rendered in its omnipotence to satisfy and cure all. The semblance of illusion having more importance by the claim of demographics assuming consensus. Those actual exercises in culling person from the street opinions being exercises in the artful craft of shifting it by inherent guile to obtain the desired result favoring their employer. The raw desires of the mob being harnessed while the individual judgement of the members of that group twisted and turned about by their own perpetual surrender to its irrationality.

He could no longer imagine a close and intimate relationship.

Overwhelmed by a plethora of constantly played imagery of sensual and animal stimuli having overtaxed what had once been once in a life changing epiphanies, one’s sense of time was collapsed into the limbo of an eternal sense of the present. No hope of the future beyond those external illusions commercially provided, The realization of the past buried in endless happenstance of momentary snaps and selfies within the communal cloud subtended by perpetual monthly fees for storage. Items that most likely would never be viewed in quick review but once at that point immediately after the image’s capture. Names and places vaguely recalled while the names remain illusive save by a few clicks of the thumb upon the handheld terminal summoning the public directory. The business of memory now an independent franchise that no longer placed a burden on the experiencer.

The past as he once knew it actively in life now translated to dusty artifacts.

Those who resisted this transformation were routinely culled from the main body of that which now operated as a hive. The insects stinging to death all within their midst that acted differently or threatened to do so. That sharp pique of disallowance delivered by disassciation leading to atrophy and a gradual starvation of basic resources that led to the demise of the troubling irritant. The sheer scale of this rock crystal social matrix juggernaut crushing all other alternatives by the increasing weight of numbers that were rapidly being assimilated into its unified bulk. Like any rock gone to boulder size it would tumble down the incline gaining speed until it hit some unsuspected insurmountable obstacle. Then like the interdepenent virus that it had ultimately modeled itself after it would quickly disappear like that poverbial bacteria having completely subsumed the solitary orange.