The mechanical beast is more important than any simple human being in the reigning autocracy of a democracy of unbounded profit. That landlord who gleefully invites all the peasants in and then puts bars on the windows and doors after hoisting up the drawbridge to lock them in his castle keep. Modern democracy is just another reference to slavery by the hands of the attrition caused by the division of the wealth of the public trust ceded over to feudal elites. The peasants can work for dirty straw endlessly bending their backs and wasting their strength over the years to build the mental fallacy of a ‘great land’. All so that those mountebanks can infect the seats of power and corrupt its leaders in order to claim ownership by worthless paper and self-serving writ. Where is the backbone of society when every aspect of it is handed to those who are unable to create but only know ‘but’ and ‘sell’? But unable to afford any respect for all the rest who have build those fortresses literally upon their backs by ceaseless labor at constant risk of incessant plunder? This mechanical beast has quickly devoured all the arts of mind and eye that took many millennia to create and define. All to enclose everyone who now have no alternative at the peril of losing any public forum. What fools we all have been over this last twenty years to not see this coming! And now not devote ourselves to not allowing it to continue!
“Why would women give up the power they have by the facility of birthing humanity to entertain a power they can never have? Is their vanity so strong? Are the overwhelming emotions of the day driving insecurity to a a point so unmanageable? Why would a woman wish to travel alone by themselves through this minefield bereft of the company of their counterparts who would gladly vouchsafe their safety for the price of a smile? Where does the unending rage to spite one’s mate at any price to maintain such an existences? Perhaps the indoctrination of the current popular didactic? A level of perpetual masochism that demands that they prove that they personally are tougher than their emotions suggest? Perhaps the permission denied by themselves to entertain those underlying dissatisfied feelings driving the inconstancy of emotions? What man among you can really say that they can posit comprehension?” He sat there by himself alone.
Why in the Hell did he travel to that place in the first place? The reaction to the incident was not so much horror as unpleasant surprise. That young modern women would behave so? He shook his head staring blankly into space trying to reconstruct the order of events that had occurred less than a day before. What had initially brought him to that lower basement apartment as far as motivation was concerned was at this point academic. Perhaps some posted personal column local advertisement? A reference to it in conversation overheard from another anonymous party at a table in the coffeehouse beside his own? An impromptu gathering that night of eccentric personages. Some frivolous eclectic gathering of fun seekers that like himself were tired of the usual humdrum of mental candy canes offered up as fit activity to fill in the gape of the coming weekend. Being solitary in his outlook to the point of obsession was an issue that he needed a ready cure to combat. The last live body breathing female that he had directed his emotions towards was a distant memory reaching back to the relative fog over a decade or so. And she was merely playing the part of a period placed at the end of a long parenthetical list of other names now long lost and forgotten. Attempts at elusive types of relationships in all their varied forms had merely led to the expected eventuality intervening bouts of emotional oblivion. And as of late, the temporal balm of various oasis’ of pornographic Internet site that had now become his inappropriate virtual mistress. One that he was reluctant to employ too often out of conscience and even more hesitant to admit to in public. The need to once more directly engage with reality to dispel these latent artificial fantasies in any way seemed ever more needfully appropriate. He found himself at the border of some innocuous heretofore unknown community. Darkness having just conquered the last of sunlight for the day as he checked addresses along the length of a completely foreign street. His ultimate destination being a shabby two-story legacy flat of nearly a century past leveraged in incognito amidst others of a similar ilk. The sort that the more intrepid of the society’s youth of today tended to desire to inhabit during that initial period of exploration on the way to adulthood. The type enjoyed before that eventual arrival of common sense matured and directed them elsewhere.
The recondite rite of passage of entry to the inner main stage of his recollected scenario being curiously unattainable to mind, his thoughts focused on how he had found himself within a small circle of particularly handsome young attractive females. A contemporary coven of sorts that seemed to revolve about an eclectic form of esoteric pomp and ceremony. One that unexpectedly afforded him with the requisite status one would have held by appropriate peers groups only close in years to their own generation. Adhering to inexplicable conventions that seemed impossible for him to ferret out! The behaviors exhibited by each in turn seeming odd to him, proclaiming a hint of the unorthodox in what might unexpectedly surface. His appearance, though chronologically relatable to the elder generation that had fostered his hosts, did not invite a source of derision. One that, given his advancing age as betrayed by his gray hair and paunch, one might have initially surmised? This all too evident accumulation of years placing him at that point where he might have been a characteristic avatar of a grandparent to any of them. But curiously enough, each of them engaged him as an individual. Each seemingly sensing him as a unexpected presence that had been decanted from a faraway fabled cult of fairy book tale. They seemed enthusiastic to note every response to their inquiries. And in turn, he relished his long abandoned lusting fancies of youthful animal attraction to the flower of their obvious charms of youth that each of them respectively radiated. A bevy of mermaids playing their lilting tones to his waxing Ulysses. Something that he was really not prepared for! This line of mutual allure and gravity of respect ranging throughout so many unexpected topics. Ones especially that he might have feared to voice otherwise. Lest he in other circumstances be immediately castigated as someone irredeemably perverse and then cast out bitterly into the night. Over minutes that seemed to lag into hours, it became evident that more than a dozen or so in number would emerge at various times from behind a dark purple velvet curtain. The arched portal cloaking the unseen recesses of the back of the apartment. He noticed that the overwhelming majority of these nymphs were pierced by metal decorations that thrust into the most tender areas of their exposed flesh. Lips, cheeks, foreheads, eyebrows! All carrying a silver stud or metal ornamentation. A badge of honor to their general membership in this club. Or maybe a or reward acknowledging some kind of demonstrated endurance of something that to his estimation must have been about constant discomfort? A standard convention by this time perhaps? It was true in terms of its evidence being embodied by the last two generations. Yet still startling to his own mind. The contrast of what what was increasingly seeming to be scanty attire revealing even more examples of this penchant for trendy body modification. Itself encouraging a shift to topics of a more offbeat nature that seemed to increasingly probe the boundaries of his own hidden sensibilities.
And more and more, he became motivated to actively respond to their free flowing inquiries by rashly revealing his own attitudes on topics normally thought to be taboo by the current trend of the larger conventionally repressed prevailing Liberal society. He feeling his oats heeding that unconscious need to fit in as motivated by a latent insecurity of quite possibly suddenly made the fool by appearing too out of touch with their own views to bother with. Though he could not now recall in reflection how the topic had been introduced, the general topic of discussion became Sado-Masochism. The center being that unexpected aporetic pleasure that was inherent in pain rituals occasioned by intense forms of physical restraint. One that generated a conquest for some of the obvious fears engendered by the practice of the same. And though his own actual personal experiential knowledge of such things was limited only a brief episode of costumed play sometime before the ‘year zero’ of the rest of this group, he forged ahead onward into postulating the gory details of what had been passed along to him via the ready store of Internet based virtual experiences of sexual deviance derived from those sites . Sequences and images of impotent struggles against intricate cinctures being still fresh in his mind from the previous night. He put forth his own musings on the relative virtues of different varieties of rope, leather, steel and their uses. The glowing reception evident within the eyes of his surrounding audience magically building to shine forth through the room’s dimness encouraging him on even more to play the expert on all things kinky. Perhaps he lost himself for a while within the voluminous smoke and mirrors of his own burgeoning ego? But a slight chill overtook him at a stopping point when it became obvious that more than a few of those passing back and forth just behind his audience were now sporting handcuffs for bracelets. Some with their arms held tightly back by other pairs of the same. Others in this throng that had previously seen in extravagant within some sought after resale frock now reappeared in their own bare flesh. His lecture now fully exhausted and coming to a close the conversation shifted back to a general discussion held among those that had not suddenly disappeared back into the apartment’s interior. He was gently escorted by both arms to the same cloth draped portal to the back room just beyond. Though the the general tone of their conversation of his escorts did not betray anything extraordinary just beyond the velvet drape, the sight revealed as it was swept to one side snatched away his breath. There in every section of the garishly lit interior salon were the rest of the young maidens all mutually engaged within the active practice that he had so long-windedly just expounded upon!
His initial shock was not diminished by the fact that his sidelong glances to the maidens beside him invited encouraging smiles! His hostesses seeming to convey that he was an honored guest. And hopefully, by virtue of the import their expressions, part and partial willing to similarly engage with them in this immediate ritual of these aberrant practices. His own emotions now being confronted with the fact that his own latent sense of misdirected pleasure wrought though a prolonged history of voyeuristic fantasy did not necessarily equate to his desire to be involved in its palpable practice. He realized that he was not there fate to be forcefully dragged unwillingly to perform these rites at his bodily peril but even more deviously had been hoisted on his own petard by some trick of celestial directed Karma. Wherein the sights that were familiar on the computer screen became anathema. The same ones that might have provided him with heightened degree of animal pleasurable now self-imposed by the demented play of these beautiful young mermaids only summoned forth a sense of despair. The misuse of their means of delight in so many varieties of ruthlessly applied deviant means struck him as something hideously morose. A form of particularly disturbing self-destructive behavior that derailed a more genuine form of emotion that might have been otherwise discovered with some faithful male counterpart through tenderness and harmony. The persistent entreaties by some of them in gleefully expressed offers for him to participate as a theatrical aggressor deux à deux faux male tyrant made him feel even more uncomfortable. He was now ashamed of his own errant ways and the meandering dissolution that had characterized the full extent of his own life’s course. It seemed no small irony to him now that he had fallen into a similar degree of disgrace at his own trail’s end. And so much even more horrendous that all these young innocent souls had encountered it too soon at their own earthly path’s beginning! His shame at being an inadvertent provocateur encouraging this situation precluding him from turning tail and promptly exiting. He did not wish to create a scene. So he wandered politely about the bacchanal in progress. Avoiding it by averting his eyes as much as possible continuously traversing to different parts of their play space on the most mundane of pretexts. At one point he found himself sequestered outside in the chill of night air upon a balcony. Feeling relieved at last to be away from the ever building maelstrom of collective deviance. Only to twist about at the unexpected moan of a young naked girl behind him to the side hanging inverted by her ankles by being willingly trussed up comically like an old world delicatessen Salami.
Now much later, and miles away by himself he could only feel a physical dramatic sense of being unclean. Polluted by something much larger than any single individual. A sensation that hovered beyond the reach of his own meager powers to swat it away. A prevailing social trend that was inimical to the latest generation that he had, in his own way, deigned to participate in along with his own kind. A sense of deflated pride by the fact that he had chosen his own egoism over a responsibility to have in some small way create offspring that in turn might have helped to counter this sort of unwholesome mindset. What pleasure of the heart and spirit had he missed by not bonding with someone else long ago? And had the presence of mind and faith to trust that their own hazardous hand in hand journey from the perils of youth might have led to something wonderful? How pathetic a human being he was! He and so many others of his own era. All those wretches that had somehow missed the point that the temperance of the past as embodied by their parents however banal might have balanced out their unruly leanings that made them easy game to the traps hidden in popular agendas as devised by cynical elites had so easily preyed upon. His mind’s eye flashed again and again playing the images of those betrayed innocent women from the previous night within an inner slideshow. Each one being so guiltless yet somehow fundamentally betrayed. Let down by popular fallacies that might displace too many of them from what might have been some better outcome. Too bad that such things were currently the way of the world as designated for us all!
How do you simultaneous say “Fuck You” to half of the population of the United States? How about a snide little late night Jewish bastard once again dipping his tongue in the black vaginal fluids of the overwrought practice of virtue signaling his audience to death? Just look at all the Hollywood hoi polloi smiling along on cue. This is the big night for baring those shiny false teeth implants and facelifts. Pretend like we’re just folks. Folks that have the ability to sink totally to their knees on command to get the slightest opportunity but then to act holier than thou. Ain’t that sweet? Entertainment with a message. “You’re all racists if you don’t sublimate yourself to the message that your time is over!”. Identity politics! Feminism up your ying without inviting any yang. Everything is history! Black history. Feminist history. White? Don’t mention it! That’s past history. I remember a time when people were just people and not categories. No more! It’s the Oscars babae! Get ready for some more pontificating by the snide host who will be showing you more black black black. Make sure, if we tell you more women’s ‘Firsts!” The real minorities are Christian white males past fifty. Unless of course it’s Christopher Plummer or (alleged wife beater) Gary Oldman. Hey let’s take a Commie oriented clip and take another stab at something Christian. Like a guy in a priest’s frock getting called out for keeping to his business hours. Hey this is tinsel town. We’re all part of the tribe!You’d be surprised who in this audience isn’t. Not many of those that have anything to say. Not if they know better! We know better. Adept at verbally jettisoning one of our own as a ‘burnt offering‘.
Don’t clap to loud when out scripted snide little show host calls him out by name. It’s all a ruse anyhow. How about that old bearded guy in glasses that used his Jaws to snitch all the best scenes from all the best old movies and then obsessively fills his bit with child actors. [P.S. Don’t let your little boy sit on his lap] Even if he is promised a part in the next Peter Pants. Whoops! You think I meant Peter Pan? Now two bimbos come out and tell you what you should know about what you should know. Whoops! All the documentaries are about social justice themes like Russia is bad, bad, bad. Guess what! They’re all Jewish! In case if you were in doubt the snide Yiddisha announcer hammers it home with a Putin jibe. (Jews don’t like Russia!) Putin kicked out their billionaire money hungry oligarchs. Of course, this diatribe is chased with more black victim shit movie crapolla. The mention of a ‘po‘ white family to snag you into more (racist) Social Justice Warrior crapola. Black singer wails and wails and wails with the black chorus gospel wailing, wailing, wailing. “Praise Lord!” Now we’re all confident that he was black too. Cut away to some fat white guy in a tux clapping awkwardly along. White people just ain’t got no soul! Hey! Is all this getting to racist for ya? Don’t worry! It will get even worse as the night rolls on. Just think how long you can take the continued metal brainwashing of everything black and female being the only valid things that are acceptable as significant points of interest in that place once known as the USA, Cut to montage of classic clips in cinema with a lot of modern chaff mixed in with the wheat. This is another form of vindication for this current era that has decided to throw the notion of entertainment out with the bathwater. Were talking “CHANGE“, Obama ‘gangnam‘ style! So shout it out! WOMEN, WOMEN, WOMEN! BLACK!, BLACK!, BLACK! If you get tired of this then you must be a racist!
Let the Hispana on the stage! It’s time for her to denigrate her co-presenter for being white by diminishing his labeled profession as a singer just for the Hell of it. (Can’t slap her in public!) That would be a career ender! More Hollywood insiders stumble onto stage! The Jews take it! (Big surprise.) Try to not hit the side of the barn immediately in front of you with a shotgun! “Love, Love, Love!” See this and see that on the Internet, “Now!” So that we get to count the hits! Gee whiz! Look at that how unique! Its another little space opera skit with all black actors. Go figure? Now there are trying to lure the audience back to Vegas. You know! That media denied false flag place where some paramilitary types opened up n a crowd of 20K Country and Western fans. But no FBI investigation, just a coverup. The have the balls to feature the same hotel in their ad that they used to put their conveniently dead patsy in. Now the snide little Jewish announcer is going back to the world’s most famous (Jewish) director of all time to see if they got another little white kid off his lap. It’ used to be called called pedophilia to most. But here in HollyHell it is just a normal part of keeping the top executives happy. “They’re Here!” And to think that they’re kicking their own Harvey in the balls tonight for acting up to par with the traditional Hollywood cultural stereotype? (Just summon the ghost of ‘Heady’ Lamar.) Yeah! Go ahead and get offended. More immigrant stuff about Hispanic life to death and vice versa. Guess what! The actor pretending to be a singer can’t even carry a tune! The second guy out of the neon set is, guess what?. BLACK!!!!! Oh boy! Thank god we get reminded about that particular ethnicity at every turn! (The Hebrew’s stalking horse!) Even though it is a staged bit about Hispanics.
OK, another commercial Google commercial The white guy in a silhouette is an egoist. The other white guys are simply milk toast idiots and morons. So then they really don’t want me to buy their products. “Goodbye T-mobile!” “Sayonara, AARP!” So I am supposed to be happy with that form of derision. The only competent looking whiteys allowed are pushing Hitler’s favorite car maker! Back to the social justice gang! Let’s mention a SJW director from the past who once shoveled out the fallacy of Smith’s in Washington DC and something enigmatic called shame in the halls of Congress. Now today, just add the suffix, “lesness” Foreign films anyone? No European recognition is possible. I don’t know how much more of this I can tolerate. Now the big screen comes down and it’s angry woman clips from famous films that reinforce that in this Feminist paradise men don’t mean shit. Hey! Another ‘blackie‘ presenter. I guess I should give up and relent from expecting to see anything without a message. An angry message! An anti-male angry message. Even the old (African American) Uncle Tom’s are taking a beating! I guess they’re not hip enough to live in the Disney reconstituted fantasy land of Wakanda! The Liberal, World of Tomorrow. The tall white chick supporting actor-ess gets up and gives it the wide eye! [Y-know, I really don’t care what anyone is or isn’t if they don’t make a career of rubbing my nose in it.] But that universe has been reconfigured it. (No good PSA’s allowed on air without a black face.) The lunch counter no longer seats whites. (Back of the parade whitey!) BLAST FROM THE PAST! “The family that looks like us, lives like us and are back!” ROSEANNE? Eeeyew! And it just gets worse and worser! Not better! The STAR WARS robot joke gets a ‘discrimination’ crack in! Phhhh boy! The basketball animation got in. A multi-million dollar basketball star wins an Oscar for animation. “It’s historic!” I guess a few NBA game trophies were not enough? Now its anudda Yiddish quip. Gee! another surprise, the Hispanic CoCo won! Another less than covert moralizing speech about open borders and pushing more undocumented Mexicans into the USA! (White Americans you have no rights to secured borders!) Two LGBT fags lecture US all, furiously lisping away about inclusion. Hey! (They got a good job, they work for Pixar!) Once yet again! Being chided about the ‘few percent‘ wanting to take over one hundred percent.
Let’s just make you more ashamed. Ashamed that you are now sitting comfortable on a couch in your own home. They one that you paid good money your earned for. The one that you worked an overly shitty job all those days and nights and all those hours to pay off. Ashamed for voting for Trump and not Hillary. Ashamed for wanting borders and not be lambasted because you don’t want half the world’s population traipsing over the borders and looking for freebies. (The worse half at that.) Life is shit and this world is hard enough. People in general don’t need to have to endure a constant harangue of politically charged race baiting by a so-called industry that only really is worried about its own lawn care and the newest glad rags. And of course kissing butt or worse behind the scenes to get in another block buster starring role. And of course, eventually get one of those little golden satanic statues without penises for their mantle piece after joining the ‘pizza club‘. The phalanx of same being dispense to shore up lagging box office returns. Too bad this is not a world of true merit based upon talent alone where truly anyone of any description can enjoy the possibility of achieving success. “This is all an illusion, a magic trick!”, as one of last years Academy Award winner relates. Oh god, I am tired of it all! Good Night! Whoops!
Oh shit! Now were are going to have some crap that. Tiffany ‘ebonically‘ states, “Don’t worry there’s plenty of white boys behind the scenes carrying clipboards and pushing broom.” Well, go fuck yourself. Clean up your own goddamn stage!” (Remote Click)
Shark filled tank
escort over enemy territory
sealed into a box for one’s own safety
all for the price of everything that you’ve got
knives drawn at the border
God knows what for?
we are all true to our own race
worshiping the same old self
offering votive’s to garner more vanity
convinced from the material earth
of happenings that mandated Right
of realities taking the slow winding path to the Left
That failed hope of life somewhere in between
Keep your head down and watch for others
make room for the next days to flip by
a terrible fate that we grow to love in horrible flesh
They should be playing the theme from Schindler’s list for all the dead Christians, not the actuality of many much fewer dead Jews. What have we all been taught by that self-serving falsity but how not to love ourselves. A wonderful ploy to stay in power after causing so many wars. When nature, both human and chaotic begins taking long accustomed things away from you. And then, the rest of the world joins in. My heart lies with the underdog. The lost cause that never seems to fail.
The level of self-abuse being shocking. The weekend coven of chair bound old spiteful jaws clacking mindlessly away releasing their week’s worth of venom. “But don’t be offended!“, because it is all just in jest! Say the most terrible thing about your fellows. “Just kidding!” You are my best friend and that is why I must take you down a notch or two. Only the screen act, Burl Ives, can rule East of Eden giving perpetuity to my nod!
A man within comes with a long vertical white bandage on one side of his face. Surgical procedure a medical stick up. Both sides a failure in some way of not turning his cheek fast enough. A failure on his part in some way. “God I had everything when I was young!” he is thought to muse, “And I knew everything while I was growing older!” But now there is nothing left but empathy for all. A land where he no longer fits into the equation. Those that I blindly passed along the way.
Can one be blamed for having known such sweetness always wanting more than their share? So each at that distant table whips each other mercilessly with each other’s tongue. Yet they do not use the term masochist when they look back at their own. Go figure?
Sirens! Flashing red lights! Someone is having an encounter with a final moment. Finding reality in a wandering meaningless phrase approaching a period at the conclusion of their sentence. The shortened version stating a beginning, and the end. Hard won knowledge toppling an otherwise fanciful existence. A perfect short paragraph meaning everything coming down to nothing at all. Ghostly apparition. “You would rip a rag off a dying beggar!” And so he would. No one likes a scribbler!
“The best argument against democracy is a five-minute conversation with the average voter.” – WINSTON CHURCHILL
“Measures are too often decided, not according to the rules of justice and the rights of the minor party, but by the superior force of an interested and overbearing majority.” – JAMES MADISON
“Oh God, the terrible tyranny of the majority. We all have our harps to play. And it’s up to you to know with which ear you’ll listen.” – RAY BRADBURY
So? What is the biggest danger to the fundamentals governing principles of America as embodied by the U. S. Constitution or the Bill of Rights? Russia! Nazis! Racism! Communism! Marxism?
How about Democracy?
There are many quotes to that effect by many very famous people . Not necessarily evil people that favor an empowered moneyed elite. But people that inhabit all sides of the political spectrum. Why, you might ask? Many reasons. The major one being that humanity is made of of two major types of entities. The individual and the crowd. The individual weighs the situation and ponders the possible outcomes and how it will affect his existence. The crowd has no rational head to guide it! Only the passion of the moment as kindled by those who work diligently to influence it. The first requires intellect and experience to make a fair judgment based upon a workable sense of logic. The second merely needs a spark to get things going to ignite senseless irrational actions. Too often violent. Even to the point of inviting its own destruction.
Take a courtroom based jury for example. Twelve jurors meticulously evaluated not to ferret out their individual biases so much as to balance them so as to have a level playing field of middling out their personal viewpoints. Thus allowing for the possibility of potentially finding mutual consensus through the possibility of a reachable common ground based upon that collective bias. Yet, having this process under the supervision of a singular authority in terms of a presiding judge who sets the limits of what should be considered and what cannot be allowed to interfere. Too many people in this world have become de facto Socialists adopting an ongoing mindset that anyone has the right to change rules they don’t like something. And if they find that they have others immediately at hand that they believe have similar opinions. The problem comes in their lifelong programming. This nation at large has been taken over by virtue of the weight of its own emotions. Sentiments defined and directed by cadres of rational thinkers in the pay of small elites through the touchstone of a daily imposed medium that is loosely labeled as ‘entertainment‘. Not only does it infect one’s viewpoint in an unconscious sense of implicit persuasion but it is too often taken for factual history. The mass of citizenry have become indoctrinated over their lifetimes to normally confuse the process of determining fact from fiction with the irrationality of movie cliches jiggling their emotions. And unable to divorce the same from tainting whatever level of intellect they possess. Women for example can seemingly forever be swayed by their own emotional sentiments. Men by their linear sense of what the intricacy of the rules appear to be. Right and wrong in a universal sense directly associated with the superficiality of a set of popularized external identities. Ones that are based upon appearance of some implicit universal consensus that is manufactured by anonymous program creators who produce a constant stream of media with the same old singular scenarios and outcomes. The inferior system of contemporary public education more crowd control and propaganda indoctrination than usable skill sets of usable rational mental awareness techniques. One that teaches people how to cluster around what is presented as conventional and then blindly follow instructions from ‘above‘ in a very slippery sense of changeable moral relativity and personal vulnerability of not fitting in to the crowd dynamic.
People deserve the government that they do not work hard to get!
There is a reason that politicians and lawyers are universally disliked! They embody the essence of special interests that are naturally antagonistic to the average individual who exist in a world apart. Gunslingers for hire, they seem to represent the highest bidder for their services. The effect of their direct interventions into the lives of average folks too often resulting in more taxation and loss of freedoms. Ones that seem to be imposed for the sake of the interests of the well-heeled who are forever seemingly kept bulletproof. There is no love lost if anyone from this upper classification is deposed unfairly publicly or treated to rough justice. Proverbial class warfare of the ‘bottom‘ against the ‘top‘. The problem being that the collective base of too many individuals at the lower end being emotionally manipulated rather than intellectually challenged to determine where their own interests truly lay independently of their manipulated emotions. Too often acting like zombies having been taught from preschool to adulthood that society is rigidly stratified where interlocutors are empowered by the reigning impenetrable bureaucracy to do all their thinking for them. The level of cooperation within the lower strata being pathetically flawed by an inability to determine their own commonalities with each other. As in so many cases their socially assigned identities bolstered by these popular fictional myths in mass media ‘entertainment’ derail their ability to seek out workable compromise to form a shared strategic agenda.
He awoke with a start thrust back from the pseudo nightmare into the dark room. His bedroom. The thought police were at it again! The back of his neck felt like a dry piece of discarded shark cartilage. His head pounded and the rest of him was cold with the recent evaporation of thin layer of sweat. They would have to do better than this! The Frankenstein scenario starring a rubbery version of his late father did not have an authentic ring to it. There was no rhyme or reason to his giving compliance to a scenario where his own late father would have come back from the dead twice in a row to stride angrily about from the closet to bed post menacing him with malice in its eyes. There had been too many impromptu replays of various cardboard character animations and bad actors in latex rubber gear loosely posing as entertainment over the years. The comparison of current CG to same from past decades was not even worth any mental assay. They had taken away his job that day. Whatever informal back door initiative that had been enacted considering the way things now worked in this Orwellian age of incessant drone surveillance thick with Internet EMF, it was all too obvious that this was another feint to demoralize? He could still taste the aerosol within the apartment’s atmosphere wafting throughout his tiny dwelling. Some form of psychotropic spray that had a weak masking aroma suggesting a cheap variety of cigarette fumes acting as a cover. It was anybodies guess in terms of where exactly it might have been injected into his living space? Paranoia wasn’t really his thing. But the recent attempts to officially truncate sections of the dwindling free web now labeled as dark had provided a plethora of information in that regard. His own feeble contribution as a doubter of the official story line of the many re-tailored general history rewrites by NGO’s had been taken note of. Though, from experiences like the one demonstrated from this current evening, were less than efficient. The program of nocturnal signal to skull terror was still not fully developed being plucked to readily from its prototype stages. The general public outcry against the incessant mischief enacted by the reigning Globalist cartel having pushed it into rapid implementation. The final result as he had mentioned was more comic rather than psychologically stultifying.
No doubt, the world had changed! Gone was the fiction of ongoing indefinite commercial driven consumer security. He as well as too many others were too accustomed to the superficialities of these endlessly recycling cliches. Stratagems too often employed to allow one fall prey so easily into their ploys. The only remaining mystery seeming to be incongruous as to why they dallied with him at all? A simple discreet early morning visit employing a little brute force along with the right chemical compound and death by apparent heart attack would go unquestioned. No that was not their way of doing business of course. Like some old once fearsome alley cat now found nearly toothless, they preferred to play with their prey before finally crushing its skull within their jaws. This mentality of petty depravity so characteristically apparent in each and every one of this group’s staged affairs that they all resembled some poorly staged form of vaudeville harping upon past scenarios as marked more by tiresome repetition rather than any valid attempt to universally deceive. The mark left by same no doubt exposing unstable mentalities too vainglorious and self-congradulating to realize that all this falderal only made it easier to detect their usual pattern of lethal mischief. The shopworn scenario of lone gunman assassin perpetrating school shooting as nationally publicized by the embedded yellow dog press too blatantly obvious as yet another deep state mercenary hit squad plying their trade routinely assisted by local law enforcement assets. Some of the same regional players having an ongoing record of playing the same old key roles in directing similar incidents over recent years. The attempt at traumatizing the general population into surrendering their weapons as well as their fates to these ruffians failing miserably. The decades spent in de-evolulving community spirit by the application of mind numbing mass media like television and major motion pictures falling far short of deterring the current popular ire at being ceaselessly manipulated. The universal yoke of the current worldwide Ponzi scheme infernally sucking all wealth from the local economies through progressionally mounting compound interest as administered in the return of worthless fiat currency for one’s labors was coming to a close. The scrupulously decentralized world marketplace that had been put into place over the last decades was now shown up for the ruse that it was. A vain mean spirited attempt to disable all cultures from their former independence and identities by the ever power hungry bank driven octopus. Its juggernaut interrupted for too long by the free flow of unauthorized damning information into the reservoir of the general public consciousness. Something that had been so grievous that no one seemed surprised anymore by the implementation of the usual bag of these lethal tricks. Their world pyramid was beginning to crumble!
Now that the sheep’s clothing has been thrown off and the ‘wolves‘ of Wall Street are running wild in an open attack upon anything Caucasian, I feel that it is high time to unburden myself about a few things that have bothered me. Things that for too many of you that you still won’t touch like why the cartel that has always run Hollywood was so insistent that a full moon could turn a man into a wolf. As if such superstitious fantasies that could be attributed to some modern day underlying reality. The once grievous terminology that is now part of contemporary patois being mind fuck. Their mighty sword to inflict “great vengeance and furious anger” (Ezekial 25:17) against the enemies of Israel. This can literally be embodied in their products released for general viewing over the years that salved their white European audiences into complacency while tricking them into self-destructive viewpoints through artful shorelines using ethnic shills. Considering that in the classic modus operandi of the modern detective one looks for both motive and opportunity their are plentiful examples connected with the inception of same. The cult of the magus that goes back to Darius the Great, who as in the words of he old Negro spiritual “literally let their people go” in 519 BC, is synonymous with entrancing other peoples so as to take their treasure and ultimately destroy them. A cycle that has been repeating itself without interruption over all the years in-between. The true birthplace of the notion of Hollywood being to capture ones attention, confuse, and instill false thoughts being the basis of the practice of magic. Can anything explain better why the entire population of every other modern society on this planet seems beset by such inner turmoil? Who could have imagined two decades back that the most valued possession in ones inventory of material objects would be one that they could hold in their hand and daily capture their entire focus of life? The older technology being that honey trap of the old grand Baroque movie palaces of the nineteen-thirties when the national money supply was ‘mysteriously’ contracted forcing most into economic want of the dime or dollar to get in? The power of the motion picture and those singular products released at pivotal points in history precluding larger world events equally unfathomable. That is of course if one dares to directly take a probing unflinching look!
Take for example the year 1947 two years after the conclusion of the complete destruction of their avowed enemy, the German people, many events that magically occurred at the same time had a certain synchronicity not unlike so many modern ones day. On Nov. 29, 1947, the United Nations General Assembly passed a resolution calling for Palestine to be partitioned at the expense of indigenous Arabs and Christians for European Jews, allowing for the formation of the Jewish state of Israel. The National Security Act of 1947 enacted a major restructuring of the United States government’s military and intelligence agencies. And, seemingly far less noteworthy, MGM released the movie, A Gentleman’s Agreement, based on Laura Z. Hobson’s best selling novel. A storyline plot in which (white) Christian a journalist played by Gregory Peck poses as a Jew to research an exposé on antisemitism in New York City. The picture went on to be nominated for eight different Oscars and won three. How convenient! So egregious was its release at the pivotal time when the Jewish inspired doctrine of Soviet Communism was actually found to be directly entrenched within the highest offices of the USA that it upset the House Un-American Activities Committee as it was considered a tactic of interference with the investigation of some of its key creators. Elia Kazan, Darryl Zanuck, John Garfield, and Anne Revere all being called to testify before the same committee. The author not un-coincidentally being the ‘first female director’ of Time magazine and birthed by radical Socialist Russian Jewish parents in part behind The Jewish Daily Forward. A politically focused publication in its own right today now stripped down to the title Forward. Her book publisher another Jewish mega-influencer of his day, Richard L. Simon of Simon & Schuster, a company that dominated publishing. Birds of a feather having a marked similarity as of old in sticking together?
One might suggest that the placement of these and other events were instrumental in paving the way in terms of softening public opinion in the USA for supporting the implantation of the long standing project of a Jewish state in Palestine. The culmination of the payoff by the Triple Entente for twice bringing the United States out of isolationism to defeat the rising economic dominance of turn of the century Germany. One violating the greatest invention of modern World Jewry, the burned, but seemingly never singed, offering of that ongoing modern myth and money-making proposition termed the Holocaust. Forget the facts, this is Hollywood! And not ironically, this is the current state immoral of the world where most who are electronically plugged in the grid believe in space aliens and contentious generations of women that can easily physically best all men rather than partner with them. A global financial based society that thrives of the deception that its controllers are routinely allowed to charge obscene levels of compound interest just for their printing of paper alone. The notion of continuously producing that same old magic of shifting public opinion now currently singled out as ‘fake news’ and box office tanking socially immoral culturally toxic blockbusters. How odd that so many of these enterprises routinely trip themselves up under direct scrutiny in terms of pervasive violence, sexual perversion and misquoting the facts. The notion of collective guilt and self-destructive powerlessness always foisted upon white culture by the end of each presentation. Is it any wonder that the indoctrination of successive generations has led to false notions that will simply enslave them in the employ of destroying their own kind? It is too bad that the book burning of the twenty-first century goes on silently in the developed preference easily manipulated electronic media as opposed to very quickly disappearing conflictory paper.
“And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee.” Ezekial 25:17 (a key portion of the Hebrew Pentateuch, AKA Torah/old testament)