The proud parent thinking that they had done the right thing taking their child to the amusement park asked, “Well! How was it?” The little boy stared back quizzically and replied, “I’ll tell you when I finally get back from the very last one.” And who of any of us can say that we have ever gotten off that merry-go-round since? Or indeed have wanted to? Even if it finally kills everything about us that may have been decent in the end? We spend the night in fear of our own cowardice to act in our own behalf. Leaders and perpetrators may be one and the same but the real party at fault is ourselves for going along. Is the life of a fantasy soaked slave so sweet that he cannot risk breaking his chains? What is so magnificent about carrying the very weapon of your enemy about in your hand and then taking it’s cancerous emanations into your head? Who told you that you could not wash your own clothing by hand in a washtub? Who told you that you had to allow yourself to be injected with the same poison that is spread by the same institutions that wish to eliminate you? Why must your take a necktie as anything beyond what it is intended to symbolize beyond a noose that you eventually hang yourself with? The populations of the major cities are simply self deluded fools that think that their lifetimes are simply about being owned like spoiled pets. Fulfilling a false illusion of individuality while in fact they are merely rearranged cogs glued into place on phantom wheels designed to grind them into their own slow inevitable destruction. The plans of which having been planted through careful drama’s endless repetition written by those very enemies that have lived amidst them for generations as parasites. The existence that your persist in perpetuating is your own folly and no one else’s. You let ‘evil‘ rule existence, that less than ironic polar opposite of ‘live‘, and then wait around humbly, like empty headed sheep, for the consequences to catch up to you. The only sure thing in this equation being your own assured end on someone else’s terms.
In this culture little white boys cry while little girls don’t. It is a shock to see this happen. But then is exposes something unexpected. A truth to the light of day. Little boys are put in an impossible position of not being able to express themselves as males where in a feminized world little girls have no restrictions. It has become a bygone appreciation in this culture to celebrate masculinity as an inherent virtue. In fact it has been demonized. Violence is accepted as a form of ethnic self-expression for both sexes. But is considered taboo for the most excluded segment of anyone of white Aryan Christian European heritage. The dogma taught being that they are most responsible for all the social ills of the current world. The actual historical truth suppressed being the exact opposite. Western society allowing itself to be overwhelmed by the fact of an internal cultural killer virus superficially referred to at ground level as organized Judaism. The cloistered fact of same violating the convenient conception of labels suggesting old rivals so much as covert alliances of several ‘desert based’ religious philosophies that stretch back literal eons. The serum distorting the natural inclinations of male and female in terms of producing healthy intellectual savvy healthy generations being amorphously termed as Liberalism or Political Correctness. Essentially crafty programs that have been carefully devised to program the host population from cradle to grave into self-destructive mindsets and self-defeating actions. The equivalent of gaining poser over the most important and influential centers of control over society and dissolving same much in the manner that an organism is devoured slowing being bundled up in a web by an arachnid. Toxic notions bombarding the culture incessantly through the destruction of the minds of the young with insidious half-truths that invert the perspectives in a manner characterized by authors like George (Blair) Orwell. We of the most sullied demographic are in a war for out own survival with people that nestle too comfortably among us that seek out annihilation.
The knee jerk reaction is too call this absurd of course. Even to suggest such a theory in current society being termed unacceptable. That in itself is the most telling clue. If you wish to find out an inescapable truth then start with the actions of those who anyone is not allowed to question as to their culpability for any untoward action. The penalty that the questioner faces of course is an instant form of societal enforced exile. The reason for the fear of same being so prevalent in European heritage whites being that the sledge hammer of the popular Liberal dominated media constantly fashions scenarios that offer only total destruction through negative branding of any personage that does so. Like any other long lost empire of old gone senile through its own decadence the United States has submitted itself to its own destruction by falling prey to those who would subvert it through guile. At one time without he help of mass technology literally building a false narrative upon a well-crafted a false persona taken from a time of two totally unnecessary world wars that only served to destroy the best elements of Western culture. Then replacing them with moral equivalencies that only serve to hasten a final and complete genocide of anything ‘white’. The most absurd part of this unthinkable crime being that the key element being the enfranchisement of dogmatically infertile ‘white’ females as the most dominate gatekeepers encouraged by false notions of social victimization. The European part of the species doomed to extinction because what was once termed as ‘the weaker sex’ has become its own worst enemy. Whites are caught in a mile of commercially funded media that is total toxic garbage. They send their children to schools that discard traditional topics promoting functionally self-survival and replace them with this media harangue that elevates the lowest common denominators of society as a model of exemplary behavior.
This is by no stretch of the imagination an accidental situation some of unintended consequences as one might inadvertently mix two substances unadvisedly together to create a poison. Take any given segment of key element of this society in Western countries and find that it has at best been sublimated to the goals of an organized sect that uses the reigning international corporate hegemony as an infallible lever. All one has to do is examine the system of finance that allows this segment to make their wealth out of thin air from the ever increasing sweat of all portions of society that are made to work ever harder to get ever less. A system where the governments of every country on earth are connected by a single system of commerce based upon unsecured debt. The lender merely creating a piece of paper called a contract where the debtor promises to pay future wages in order to get credit from the company store. The role of same eventually becoming a small ruling elite that keep and iron grip on the common people through a government that enforces this cooperate hegemony without exception passing wealth upward and implementing further duress upon the have nots to squeeze them even more. All the while indoctrinating them with a totally inverted viewpoint of the would where they are led to believe that those of their own that resist this tyranny are to blame for it. The eventual goal of this world system being to completely segment all cultures and make them slaves through an interdependence that defiles their national and cultural independence. One group ever encouraged to be spiteful and envious of the other during an interim period as they destroy their own cultures through social and physical attrition. Not just a destruction of the European segment but eventually of every other segment into an ever willing population of domesticated sheep having no defining rebellious traits that would interfere with their own planned use and eventual destruction. Take the analogy of Orwell’s world and put Caligula at the helm and find the perfect analogy for the world of tomorrow if it is allowed to continue as ti currently seems to be.
I suppose that in light of the fact that I come from a town whose team has not won a world series that I should today be a baseball fan? I know many are and I imagine a good quantity over the last evening have become so. One thing that is essential to survive in this school of fish is a memory of supposedly telling statistics that at the right moment, winning or losing will explain everything. Consider that each longstanding fan, mostly male, is primed from youth to keep all these little bits and pieces of heroic and less than legendary showings at his mental fingertips. God forbid a stranger dressed in the right combination of memorabilia queries you and you have to say the demeaning words, “I don’t know?” Is it a form of insult to be caught in the position of obviously having no respect format the game or posing the threat of an alien species discovered within the body of the faithful to enact what form of possible dark magical mischief with tour team’s prospects of wining.
Oh yes, did I mention that team sports types while they may not be religious are amazingly superstitious. They will turn their overpriced memorabilia to the task of ensuring winning or staving off defeat by a variety of eccentric conventions. One that pops up from inning to inning being the ‘rally cap‘. When the home team is up at bat it gets worn on the head inside out. When the opponents get their turn at the plate it is restored to its conventionality. Slightly pungent human aromas of persistently unlaundered game shirts are endured by all and routinely taken in stride. Talking or rather screaming out incantations suggesting that victory is assured before the end of the game is also a gross offense punishable by collective blame after the defeat. Once again the fan’s that are late to join the core entourage of the game’s inner workings as far as adjudicating umpire decisions of the bio-technologies of the endurance of pitchers arms are enjoined to be conservative in their patter. The wives and girlfriends of the males engaged in this strict science become ferociously protective of the reputations of their significant males like mama grizzly bears defending the spatial honor of their cubs. No pun or ironies intended.
The whole experience of being part of the crowd at your local watering hole or at work being to seamlessly fit in. This becomes remarkably challenging when you are one of those few who are unashamedly indifferent tot he sport. Especially when the series is clinched. Now the sporadic high fives of the run up to the win ascend to the proverbial ‘rocket’s’ red glare‘ of the melody by Francis Scott Key. A frenzied ritual of enthusiastic comradeship is mandatory with everyone, male and female and beyond hugging and kissing and tangling raised limbs in odd combinations or connection. The inevitable grouping and regrouping before the smartphone camera for pictures has the crowd sloshing back and forth in the room so that everyone is recorded as having been there for the next future season to come. Every booze soaked male and female careening about is now ‘my‘ brother or sister! When you reach that point of epiphany just smile along and freely offer your photographic services to others. One thing that anyone can attest to is that mankind grouped as a whole has many undiscovered faces collectively and otherwise that have and will confound authors and newscaster’s for many centuries to come. Mark this previous day upon your calendar because it has now become as an important a date as the great Chicago fire, the Saint Valentine’s Day Massacre and The attack by the Japanese on Pearl Harbor. God forbid someday soon the technology to build an android possessed of these capabilities does not arrive. Go Cubs!
I know everything about you but you know nothing about me. Result omnipotence and Godhood on my part. The modern world has surrendered too much. Or should I say the commercial world within which all members of same sit upon a virtual shelf UPC coded with demographics freely shared about by mega-corporations through a government information well-spring that never ceases to flow. So many contribute to their own demise by simply surrendering any detail when asked through the smoke screen of security questions that if they bother to recall they have never been asked in the first place. Stuff that just innocuously pops up when the are asked a question. A number of parasitic superstates like lampreys actively engaged in the datum mining of the public supposedly as an offshore contractor but in reality a rival. The mindset of the public soaked in brine and dried so brittle that it will believe any lie that is persistently repeated and repeated , and repeated , and repeated in the present as supported by a ‘topsy turvy‘ read of a mountain of inversions of the acts from the past. When truth suffers then the those who are foolish to allow themselves to continually fall prey to it’s opposite will suffer the greatest.
The undulating harp strings of this current President election cycle ceaselessly resound with the same message to those who still have an remaining ounce of reason to see the Armageddon of falsehoods that have been rolled out ‘en masse‘ to defeat an unlikely rival those major danger is that he is willing to unashamedly tell it like he sees it. A big awkward baby-like man child who cares not for the Kabuki of artifice that has come to stand in for the extinct dinosaur of integrity. As with all other ages of man, children and women cannot seem to grasp the reality that they are being so easily conjured by sweet words and noble fictions that are literally leading them to an imminent slaughter. The sound of the perpetual Grim Reaper sharpening his scythe is literally heard coming to a crescendo across Europe and our borders from its source in the Middle East. If someone where to tell me theta the portal of Hell was located there I would assuage my agreement. The hand basket on the express route is carrying us all away. There is a vampire in our house and tits entry into our lives sits in our hands and laps every day posing as a common device of communication and information. It can open up false worlds that simulate reality but it cannot replace the ‘real thing‘. The resonance of commercialism so ingrained in the head that the poison spread connects automatically to the recreational sewage of a sugary internationally marketed comes to mind with the utterance of this simple phrase. I could suggest to the fraction of a percent that they might take heed of this. But from the talk on my street in my general vicinity people are too busy putting their names on the list for securing the best deck chairs on the back of our immense collective virtual Titanic.
What do you know? Know for sure? Know on a level that you would stake your life and those of your loved ones upon? Sound pretty dramatic, huh? Sure there are plenty of others that you encounter through the course of a day who claim to be experts on a variety of topics that they are not shy on pontificating upon. But you sometimes have to ask where are they getting their cocksure attitudes from? Years of study based upon a personal regimen of directly uncovering the facts of a particular phenomena through direct observation? Well, in most cases their expertise is based upon the same source as most of our own. That being a remote unseen echelon of authority that delivers what are commonly referred to as facts. The trouble is that facts change so frequently according to whose team is in charge. A good example is that of those taken with what was once literal gospel taken as fact in the nearly two millennia old heyday of the Catholic Church. At one point the indisputable source of all topics both esoteric and secular. This central authority was dismissed over a period of decades and overtaken by an agnostic view based upon the proposition that all facts must be mutually provable on any part of the planet or at least subject to an observable plausibility for any deviation of same. Case in point, the water in the toilet flushing in opposite directions depending upon which hemisphere one might live in. This parenthetical proposition itself is another good case in point in the argument of how indeed can it’s author be so sure that his proposition holds water? The answer being that the amalgamation of knowledge past on counts as verifiable experience in this world or should i say culture. The argument then shifts to, ‘A’, “Am I getting the right dope?” or ‘B’ am I a dope to be believing this stuff?”
If you take someone living a very rural agricultural bound existence, chances are they actually have more directly verifiable experience of the physical world than any of us super-sophisticated ‘City Slickers’. What we rely upon for absolute veracity in an argument is a technology that records both sound and visual artifacts from life in some highly sophisticated ways. The initial methodology of producing these mediums providing absolute veracity of an event captured based on the limitation of that medium. If it is in the photo or movie then it must be so! “Call Northside 777!” Right? But along the way organizations that were able to produce these productions in the most sophisticated forms of their era introduced the element of highly believable faux realities using both dramatic artifice of actors and models and the mechanical facility of the day to change the pictures both still and moving to bend that reality to an abstraction of what might have initially been in front of the camera or associated recording device. Whatever the interlocutor, the fact that it can be modified by individuals or teams of same working for gigantic internationally powerful organizations that can modify the mediums to look and say anything that they find useful to their bottom line throws one’s ability to trust what they may have had a hand in producing into doubt as being absolutely truthful. If one is honest, they realize much to their horror that their store of knowledge is really not their own but a borrowed commodity. One that is essentially the same on the larger talking points but completely variable depending upon the factor of all too often devious interests of commercial and political agendas. How are we confident that for example we live in the “Greatest Country in the World?” Is it because we individually have been to all the other countries and on certain categories of observable custom and practices have come to that conclusion independently? Of course not. We get this information from a collective entity. In the current sense of same of this era, maybe a newspaper, or a book, but now most probably, the Internet via your phone or tablet. The reality is that your sense of the world is spoon fed to you in a way that your category of lifestyle has interaction with the physical world. If you are a cattle rancher in the nature driven wilds of Rocky Mountains, it is geared one way. If you are an urban dweller whose experience of life is primarily at the whim of institutional governmental intercession it is dramatically different.
So with a society that walks around en masse within their home environment at a respectful distance behind their own hands holding a smart phone it is pretty obvious that most believe what the system as configured for their area tell them to. The judgements being made by these people who intuitively realize that their sources of information may be tainted by forces beyond their own perception may not be as advertised tending to look for consensus by virtue of a numerical count of sources that are supposedly at odds with each other that still basically have agreement on larger points of order. The problem being that the structure of the medium that is governed overall by a central command of entities and standards that they set and sometimes arbitrarily change can filter and block. The appearance to the unwitting consumer of the ‘reality’ delivered being the best most trusted information available. The current election cycle is unprecedented in the regard of the fact of never have been so many seemingly wide polarities of opinion that have unilaterally weighed in with extreme vitriol against one political candidate. A person that some two years ago was absolutely ‘hunky dory’ with the same entities who he seemed to be a member of? How odd? Whatever could such a person possess that is such a threat to the larger amalgamation of same that individually owe their virtual existence to a select group of organizations that transmit media that they would all form a posse? Might I be so bold to suggest, the suppression of some very unwelcome truths?
What is considered, without any conscious consideration in any given movement of existence? Falling under the spell of what one thinks that they have become. Believing in the mystique that one fields for the sake of the impression that one is able to cast upon others. Trying to obtain the most favorable place in the pecking order of general humanity.Reconciling one’s self to how people actually perceive them. Salted heavily in-between in this mix is the moral force of contemporary films generated by major motion picture based entities that provide off the shelf personas. The furthering of commerce and the seamless integration of individuals into usable social units aided by the sense of empathy that is generated by actors in carefully produced scenarios that cover every possible topic of acceptable existence, past , present and future. Any given human of any description is a puzzle piece that is modified to fit or if unsuitable to the process, simply discarded in favor of another malleable subject. Play the game or not.
The suppression of anger and management of constant frustration being the norm. Happiness and the illusion of all one’s desires in the present tense or others that one devises in any possible conception of the future obtainable without struggle. The tension from the pull of opposites keeping one tautly immobile advancing out of character only with the assent of outside influence. The reconfigured model of society where women are universal replacements for men rather than complimentary partners in family unity’s being a favored theme in the artificial model of Utopian reintegration. One that replaces the competition of organized belief systems suggesting that the chaos of the universe is simply a larger reflection of regular society rather than the other way around. Either way there is no escape. You want to eat? You want to have a secure place to sleep? All the land is owned and food costs money. If you don’t have that then get a job. The last century saw the majority of the population seduced from any sense of self-sufficiency. All options beyond becoming a productive member of society eliminated. Play this game or rot.
What is the point? A very good question! In fact the antipathy of the whole exercise being only to ask the same set of preconfigured questions. If a question arises from outside this set of same then it must be assimilated quickly lest it taint others. So then any themes outside the main tract will probably be automatically disparaged by those that are summarily incorporated into the larger organizational unit of conventionality of groupthink. Better to keep any aberrant thoughts to yourself lest they bring down the hammer of social retribution. Simply keep those thoughts in check or better yet let them dissipate in the new land of WiFi forgetfulness of overtaxed consciousness. The seed of salvation is planted in millions of false images accumulated since infancy by vendors of illusion peddlers. There is a formula that keeps things under the radar by emulating the most preferred acceptable patterns of behavior. Where can one count upon the knowledge that their own life is truly of their own creation? What is truly important amidst all the implanted trivialities? Play that game’s unending plot.
Perhaps it is apparent that posing these questions equates to the violation of this central theme? Stupidity really! Producing another cliche that itself ties into the very sort of thinking that is being disparaged? The extension of the universe’s chaos must break through such modes of frozen assumptions. It is doubtful that any unorganized sense of focus would peer so deeply into the obvious. The pseudopodia quickly withdrawn at the first encounter. Pain and pleasure! Give them what they want to escape one’s self and volunteer all your waking time to one day infrequently deserve the other. Forget about such abstract notions as hard work or integrity since the game is rigged to place your self-interests at cross purposes with what is represented as this same. In the midst of early morning when most of society is once again dormant and prone there is only you. Alone! What sort of game can one play if one is really alone? Only the institutional embedded kind that have been mapped out for you. Are we not all Gilgamesh? Don’t play the game . . .
Try as hard as humanly possible, the chaos of the universe breaks through at every juncture. Go to Mars and Terra-form the crap out of it into a poor version of earth and find weeds soon poking through the asphalt. This collective anomaly called mankind has no chance at Godhood. That comes from the spirit, such as it is, from within. Trouble is that the most devious and deceitful ideas imaginable have replaced tens of thousands of years of collective wisdom with man-made chaotic crackpot notions that while they may temporarily lead to a synchronized superficially functional ant kingdom one day after the Bolshevik model of radical social cleansing is complete. But it will never be viable to last over the eons. There are enough six-legged ant colonies in existence. What is the imperative behind creating an even more self-destructive two legged one. The element of reliably formed artful chaos from one pillar to the next will not ensure the proper kind of Phoenix rising from its ashes. Owls may not have much more to say in this world than, “Who?“. The so-called ritual of intellectually tempered discussion has been long dissolved by modern artifice and the ever-present threat of force. The perfect Totalitarian model. This current extended version of Sodom and Gomorrah no longer has the luxury of detailing a few angels to help sort things out before the nukes are launched. Those ‘right’ people that believe that they will be comfortably sheltered in the caverns below until all the remnants of the now less than useful ‘useless eaters’ antiseptically have rotted away on the surface into bleached bones are kidding themselves. They don’t seem smart enough to see that they will forever bring their demons with them where ever they set again foot. You don’t have to be a religious zealot or unconditionally dogmatic believer to see from such material that the fragments of stories such as they are have some past information of value to tell. Especially when the current scenarios seem to have become a bad sequel of the same! One can hesitantly turn around and longingly face back on what was and surrender to turning into a well-singed pillar of salty steam. Or you can move off to create the best possible version of something else. Something that does not require brass horns and infomercials to sell it. Either way, the tennis court myths that were once were glorified have long evaporated from the initial blinding flash of sub atomic particle collapse into empty meaningless words. Time to try to come up with some real viable content in line with the flow of a larger universe rather than prop up the remaining cinders of a tiny inbred old ones.