It’s all pretense! They are all trying to fool you into believing it’s not. But it is. It’s taken most of your time within this existence to indoctrinate you. To make you think that you know something, something more than everyone else. But that is just the scripted role of your avatar. You are running your life according to something some skinny bald Jewish guy with a beard in a room somewhere else dreamed up for you fifty to a hundred years ago or more. They call it the language of cinema. Something like the words of that famous guy whose bastardized name maybe on your lips but in point of fact the only thing you might know about him was on Wiki. Svengali, Svengoolie, to quote, “Svengali (/svɛŋˈɡɑːli/) is a fictional character in George du Maurier’s 1895 novel Trilby. Svengali is a man who seduces, dominates and exploits Trilby, a young English girl, and makes her a famous singer.” But then you haven’t heard about Trilby. Why. you ask? Because that is the character that man or woman you fill the boots of! Or rather, should I say, the high heel pumps of! You’re the dupe. The one who can’t seem to distinguish artifice from reality from. Just like these words that I ritually type in a specific pattern that is attuned to the method of English language forms of thought pattern progressions of rote behavior that you will fall into using. Why? Because you have seen it somewhere, again, and again, and again and so forth. All of it is one grand trick to make you along with all the others fall into line with organizes humanity to do the bidding of the current small group that runs the show known as the civilized world. It has taken many years and an untold number of snuffed out dissenting human lives to get to this point in time!
So what is the scenario? A ‘talented’ young very gullible ‘artist’ ends up hanging out with the ‘Boho‘ crowd and a devious deceitful fellow from the infamous little group that hangs out in such places tricks her into thinking that she is something special. What she doesn’t catch onto is that that the fulfillment of what she thinks are her wishes is in reality merely an inside job. Old Sven the part time junkyard salesman is venomous and full of shit besides. He calls it hypnosis! But in reality it is just him using her gullibility to fall in line according to her desire to fulfill the fantasy that she believes is coming true into what we would all like to believe is real. But guess what! None of this is real! It’s all fake! Based simply upon long years of having the same thing dished out on the plate in new disguises. Like at the grocery store. Aisles and aisles of boxes with writing and pictures in them that try to convince you that there is something special inside when in fact it is really the same old shit! Just like the sense of who you think you are. And who you think I am! “Who am I, you might ask?” Well, I am the guy who figured out a few of their tricks in using repetitive patterns of language and thought to share the inkling of a fact that we are engaging in a most persuasive abstract form of language based communication. We might be two gerbils somewhere in a cage fooling ourselves that the most wonderful advancement in the world is that rotating cinder we can crawl in at will and go for a run in? When what we should both be concerned about is how we got in this cage and how to get out of it before we die and get thrown out in the trash with last night’s leftovers!
By the way, Svengali, the character was a metaphor for the Jews. A stereotype la cultural profile of a group that in recorded history tends to fuck around without the minds of other groups and convince them of stuff so that they can make a buck or two off it. They are not fooled or convinced by any other person or group. They are awake! Or at least to what all the rest of the world who have awakened to this sort of mischief think of them. But then they have the big shield to protect them. The ‘red’ shield of gentile guilt that they as a people have worked hard to implement in Goy society. One that says that, “You owe me something for the past sins that you have committed against six million of God’s chosen people!” Guilt, guilt, guilt! I know! I know! I am not supposed to say all this! It is in bad taste. There are laws against it. But let me ask, who was responsible for making those laws? You don’t have to guess because it is the same ones we are talking about. Sabbatean frankist Zionist Chabad Lubovich Ashkhanaz reformed,whatever? Who cares? Not the regular folk down the street. But the big ‘big machers’. The Strange world that we live in, eh? Strange world that when we begin to wake up we have the choice to KEEP living in! And many do just that. Why? Because the little man or woman within each of us wants to maintain the fiction that everything is normal. That it is OK and that tomorrow will in many respects be like today if we all just dispense with all the crap that I have just been proposing for the last couple paragraphs. Who am I you say?
Well just nobody! A fool that unlike you wants to wake up from this bad dream that i am locked in and live his own life in a manner that will take him wherever it leads. Right now, I feel buried like you. Chasing after some stupid notion that I can impress others and make a lot of paper money and then live some fabled form of existence that int he back of my mind I know perfectly well that I saw the equivalent of on TV, or a movie or a catalog or some such instrument of prolonging this fantasy. “Who am I, really?” I am some poor dumb bastard like you that says one thing but at the end of the day goes back to doing the same old thing. Making the same old mistakes. Why? Because that is how it is. It is what I know and not what I like. So I guess I will keep ranting and raving about the ‘Joooze’ and the weather and a whole bunch of stuff that bothers me but that I am not ready to change. Because the day I really do change them, you will never hear from me ever again! Why, because I won’t be playing this foolish game by that point anymore.
OK, I’m done! You can go back to sleep now!