Necessary web-log entry No. 17,000: When Birdies Talk and have no manners or originality

 

I approached the 4am night cashier, one of these giant Appalachian bigboys with a head like about two prize-winning melons. It was clear from the far-off, deeply embedded, almost catatonic but yet still antisocial non-gleam in his eyes, and perhaps also subconsciously from the prized melon head and unconcerned dominance of his at least 6'3" and Wideload mass, that the displaced farm-hand would have zero manners. 

 

Hey and hello wouldn't affect him, for example. And when I said "Have a nice night," with real jauntiness and sincerity, the simple words probably irritated him bc he was halfway through a midnight shift. He replied "Yep." It was also clear he was practiced at saying "yep."

 

 

 

(Later, while philosophizing):

 

 

Emojis may in their soul or origin be kin to the modern mechanical robot birdie speech, which I regard as perhaps my chief ruminative irritation, and suffer when driving or listening to NPR or that sort of mindless, antisocial task. The Language of the Birds, you could say or weakly mutter or opine, is my premier object of focused, regular contempt. And of my clean, Baptist disappointment. This contemporary mode of at least American speech I struggle to describe in a concise and efficient way in order to match its agonizing, inescapable, energy-sapped demonic energy. "The NPR Talk," which---i suspect I'm one of the few deeply pensive public intellectuals who's realized and then's brave enough to state---derives from an essentially feminine or LGBTQ+ style or tradition of speech. Also there may be other verbal-linguistic influences at play here, but are too tedious to describe, and ok, i confess may also betray hints of shall we say, stereotypical Israelite modes of speech. This observation or response to leitmotifs does not make me a Nazi, mind you.

 

In my furtive interpretation, Emojis and NPR-talk are, Perhaps regardless of their gray conceptual origin, based on an actual or basic Fear of being an outsider, and not understood. Fear of non-conformity. Or even a desperate thirst for conformity. The despair we feel about other ppl not caring, or bc of their attention span and egotism or narcissism, not listening to us fully, long enough to understand our gibbety bits of text and rudely-formed sentence gibberish. Whenever I hear my bullied, weak-spirited country-folk talk like robot starlings with that awful, scripted cadence, intonation, and vocal fry, I can only think of evil science fiction programs. 

 

All of this is relayed to you with a sense of humanity, tolerance and universal forgiveness. So Merry Christmas.

Sports and Crowd-Goading and -Control

 

Jordan, first championship, crying with his Father

Jordan, first championship after they murdered his father and pinned it on two young patsies of color

Hello all. It may seem off-subject for the group, and also I don't even really have the energy or desire to state the following, but I kinda feel a moral duty to do so, before the big UFC title fights tomorrow night, appropriately in Sin City, Nevada, a city run by the umm, shall we say worst elements of human society, imho. I'll get to that, my main point, after a bit.

I rather dislike and resent sports, except basketball, and combat sports. Like many of you, I feel that the primary function and reason for Organized Sport (as opposed to the more plebeian, local, everyman mode of sport, when not organized) is existential crowd control, social engineering, bread and circuses, and, somewhat like warfare, to keep virile men and their potential energy in check and directed away from more productive and even revolutionary efforts. They would not be paying these freaks and pituitary cases the psychotic, unconscionable, disgraceful amounts of money they have since roughly the 1990's...if these athletes didn't serve some kind of transcendent, Janissary, mythological-aspirational role in our debased and spiraling-down societies. It's also a form of hypnosis and legerdemain. This mafia-style economic extortion of the public mind represented in these crazed, almost hush-money pay scales (many black athletes were becoming serious risks of Political Voice in the 60's and 70's, so an ingenious plan was devised: to pay them lots more money) can be partly explained by the fact that, naturally, all the pro leagues are in tow to occult "religious" systems, as many of us know by now, in this blessed internet age whose intellectual freedoms are surely doomed, in the near future.

Several years ago I proved to at least my own mind and self, that basketball was rotten to its core solely based on the fact that TPTB have somehow figured out how to manipulate the physics of ball behavior. Not necessarily or often In-game, probably bc that is left to the hideously corrupt referees, etc. And bc in-game trickery would be on the whole too obvious and problematic. I do happen to believe it's been used in several NCAA tournaments though, at least. I'm so certain of these findings and conclusions that it's the sort of thing I'd be willing to debate formally in public, with AV presentations, and so on. The real proof of the manipulated, alternate physics bearing on the ball can be verified and located in the halftime ceremonies where normal men are plucked from the stands to shoot one half-court or further-distance heave, with no warmups, for prize money or cars, events that are most often sponsored By The Casino Industry and of course the Insurance Under-writers. That's centrally important to the thesis. That should be obvious.

Mafias, organized civil-corporate crime, and capital blocs that exist beyond regulation and scrutiny are what control this sub-reality. This fact is as important in this discussion as the corruption, imo, of the SCOTUS, in terms of their ruling on and legalisation of sports gambling, conveniently and cleverly enough, right before The Covid Plandemic... A ruling in and of itself as shocking as an event like a flagrant act of false flag terrorism, as far as I'm concerned. Given the dismal, destructive reality of gambling and who controls it. The highest court is corrupted, just as NYC leadership etc was corrupted on non-11.

The rigged basketball thesis, to me, rests inviolably and undeniably on the simple fact that 3 different normies on three different nights in One NBA season---but importantly, In The Same Arena---cannot each successfully fling a ball as described into the hoop, to be paid by questionable corporations. That's silly, and impossible, and anyone who denies this is imho either dishonest or not very bright. Yet that's what happened a few years ago, and after I personally was already convinced of the thesis. It's approximately as improbable, even impossible, as the collapse of building 7 as described by the state and academic science and physics, and their combined, ludicrous pronouncements on that building's convenient demolition.

Ok let's stop rambling and get to the point. The UFC is a mafia organization, imo. Practically speaking. Just as boxing has long been known to be the domain of fixers and mafias. My instinct about (black man, then-current champion) Israel Adesanya's stunning and totally unpredicted championship loss to (white man) Sean Strickland a few months ago, was immediately that it was fishy. That IA threw the fight. I'm no UFC expert as far as its history, but I believe it may have been the only thrown title fight during its existence. Strickland was supposed to have no chance whatsoever, (some insider people thus made Lots of money on that bet, just as others did prior to non-11 and recently before October 7, on the stock market and in currency exchange markets) and IA's performance, and behavior and body language right before (and also in the time afterwards until now...) the fight all struck me as almost blatantly telling. I think someone got to him, and probably as close to the time of the fight as is logical or prudent. Like maybe the day or so before. I don't know.

I think the same thing is about to happen with (black man, current champion) Leon Edwards and this vile Kabuki character and Donald Trump attache, (white man) Colby Covington. I wish I had the energy or desire to really make my solid, rather academic and painfully well-considered case, but I hate typing on the phone and I've gone on here long enough. But CC is currently behaving like an adjunct of DT's campaign. Probably he's on retainer, so to speak. What I'm describing and arguing here is that this event is politics by other means. Increasingly, all Organized Sport is, in the artificial age of BLM, etc.

I strongly suspect Covington will be given the belt and become champion, and it all has to do with Donald Trump, 2024, and the wrangling of the "Animal Spirits" of society as they simmer at the moment. It's about driving wedges in the body politic and, once again and as always, as with BLM and deep state race-baiting shenanigans on both sides of the dialectic, it's about insuring that people are distracted by artifical division and existential chaos and antagonisms along manichean lines of Race and stark, reptile-brained political dialectics. If it goes to a decision then the corrupt judges will probably do their job to support the Trump wing of the boiling, in part synthetic feud. Covington is a second, or stand-in, or cognate or aspect of DT, himself. He's an archetype. Do 30 min of research and YTing on CC and his last few days of publicity and that will be clear. He may even be a bit programmed and it's my opinion that in the vile appearance at the press conference yesterday, CC was in fact wearing a wire and ear piece. His agit-prop was being fed to him, I'm forced to theorize.

Anyway, I'm sure many of you see what I'm getting at. This is part and parcel of the larger race and polarization-on-every-level Chaos that's overtaking the world and America. The Ireland and European, goaded and planned immigration crisis in Europe, also happening in America. The Obama Netflix movies. The civil war movie. The horrifying, blasphemous Jay-Z movie coming out about the blackification of a conman Jesus, mirrored in the Netflix Denzel Washington blackification of Hannibal. The augury and predictive programming, and what may be about to happen next year or sooner, who knows. Social collapse and nightmarish potentialities. The existential struggles concerning Russia and the children of Abraham. The full-bore, naked ascendance of Mafia Globalism and the Evil Derp State. I could cite many other cases and psy-ops bc it's my wheelhouse, this aspect of artificial and evil politics. It's all related.

And, sincerely not just to hedge my bets, but if "Rocky," Leon Edwards does win fair and square, then the blood-thirst being felt right now by so many POC towards the DT ethos and mythos and regime of things as they are and as they are presumed and postured...that blood-thirst will still then have meaning, and still fuels this terrible, fraught, bellicose spirit in the land and world. But I really do sense the tea leaves are indicating another thrown title fight and a win for Team Trump and what that bloc means to represent and prefigure.

These are really rigged, ominous and fucked up times and I hope all of you are ok and not drinking that state-mafia Kool aid. Imho also, the people who know the most and are savvy to the implications, are ppl like you and me, and ppl with some compassion and humanity to inform and complement their intelligence and critical reason, and research. So be reasonably proud of yourselves, and as kind and patient with other ppl as possible. Now I gotta go take my my arthritis medication. So Merry Christmas.

 

 

EDIT: I was wrong about the outcome, but not perhaps the meaning, as i suggested, of this fighting match, after all, and i accept blame for being thus incorrect.

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Where O where is the Pfizer Needle for the Tattoo Pandemic?

 

Just dropping by for one quik lil sec to say that human beings have given tattoos a bad name. So many dreadful lookitme vanity etchings poisoning the skin of ppl i already regard as quite infected and poisonous, in so many cases. Modern fucking americans, having studied them and their bleak, waning world too much as i have, tend to make me fucking queasy, even without their banal, flesh-graffiti posturing. Additionally, a common style of tattoos these days is an ugly sort of scatter-shot, scatter-brained anything-goes collage of disconnected images, even especially among womenfolk, if my impressions are correct. A little flaming skull here, a little faery or devil there, a little bit o' sleeve over there, then a dolphin or whatever, maybe next to some unreadable memento mori or statistically daffy text or script. The men tend to favor other dumb styles of fertile and frightening signals, and ones that might involve more time and pain when injected, overall. Everywhere you look, a random and schizoid miniature image, confusingly close to another. Or an arm sleeve of some length. And about 64% of police under 41 years old seem to have them, studies have shown. As i like to say: Modesty, we can see, is practically dead and mutilated and hung before the gates, in the fiercely gauche and bothersome IG and dating app generation/era, as i like to say.

Yes we have given tattoos a bad name, just as western adults have given infants a bad name, by acting so commonly like infants, and not reasonable, tolerable adults. The reasons so many ppl are intolerably vain, shallow, and somatic narcissists, or unhealthy and too corpulent, and bound thus perhaps more to the material world---in the developed west---are almost entirely bc of,

One: the simultaneous collapse or weakening of spirituality, true self-awareness, and inner depth, along with the crushing despair of our competitive, futile comparison culture of modern internet existence, and,

Two: These noxious bloody super-computers fused to human hands or kept against their persons at all times, in pockets or purses. Three: As far as i can tell, a lot of weird social engineering, and subsidized, relatively cheap and quite unhealthy foods, diets, and general, capitalist aesthetic, cultural traditions. Naturally the poorer one is, the unhealthier. We've gone just a bit astray, though, so now the discussion turns back to tattoos. No longer are tramp-stamps confined to one gender, we find.

They (the infantilized infant-people) simply never had a chance at resisting the sleepless, 24-hour fascination of seeing, capturing, and then reproducing on unlimited screens their own gluttonous and self-adoring image. Because we're like babies. One of the most important stages of psychological development in a human baby is that point when it's finally capable of perceiving its own self, image, and separateness, one's Me-ness. It seems to me that this is the actual stage we're at, culturally, since the maturity of smart phones, heavily subsidized and pervasive bandwidth, and the demon-spawn networks called "social media." Which in most cases aren't so "social, " but anti-social and a shrine to daily, quite sometimes rather vapid and mercenary self-expression, self-adoration, self-consumption and -marketing. Like any other method or technology, these forms can be used for good, but sadly they're in our hands, in our current hideous state of being and world arson, i mean affairs. We desperately need fewer tattoos and less time spent on social media if it's to be used in these ways, and far more introspection and concern for the existence and welfare of others. Also a knowledge of the Tragic Event of Building 7, and of sometimes fraudulent mass shootin' epidemics, and the true nastiness of the Yoo-kraine war, why it's happening in this proxy way, and where it seems tragically headed and who it affects the most, and yes also of imminent global war and ghastly factitious world plagues that seem to end when the war began, and economic collapse, these would be meet and helpful as well to know something about, when we're not getting tattoos and venereal diseases, and The Big C at recently over 60% greater rates, among these poor disenchanted, distracted and locked-down young people, at least.

At least as a Civilization we are smart, and wise, and far-seeing enough to be providing these expensive Narcan drugs to high-schools and city services now, to resurrect the hapless and the junkies, bc of the massive pharmaceutical- and lesser mafia-generated opioid pandemic.

Also, chances are, i do not hate upon or judge You, dear friend, for your own tattoos. It should be clear i have a specific and reasoned contempt only for the modern mass craze for them, and the sensualist, to me distasteful late manner of their appearance, as like prolific mini-advertisements on the flesh, of the preoccupations of our neurotic, slick, childish contemporary minds. It's too often like or nothing more than adolescent-brained desperation and vainglory. Personally i would have to be paid a great deal of hard metal currency to get a tattoo, and it wouldn't be a sleeve or a massive raptor or bat of some kind clawing up my sternum and high-lighting my youthful neck and brand-enhancing boobies, and scaring people.

Gentler post-script, here: I shouldn't be so uniformly critical and negative about these tattoos. Not without suggesting that they probably relate also to our sense of loss, individuality, and meaning. This world situation reduces our noticeableness, and so on, as well as our consequence and ability to compete. I could perhaps just as easily criticize the outstanding lunatic savagery of buying brandnew jeans that already have massive holes torn in them, by for instance South-Asian laborers, who sneered at each hole as they produced them, and knew that the factorie owners cackled at the money they saved in fabric. And whose factories were shut down in the hundreds by coronavarious nonteen for deadly lengths of time. Why, some of these more modern holes in these newer jeans for the ladies go from the high thigh to just above the knee. Infection Pants, good for spreading disease and carnal temptation, no matter which gender wears or buys them. Some might say we should limit tattoos by a national raffle, and no reasonable country or county could permit over a certain number of inked people. They could be inked as many times as they pleased, of course, individually.

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REMARKS ON THE DYSTOPIAN ROAD RAGE AND CAVALIER-ZOMBIE DRIVING-TECHNIQUES OF OUR COLLAPSING CIVILIZATION:

I try to average 78-85 mph these days while driving, just to keep away from the danger. The growing danger of the sick-brained, doltish menaces behind the other wheels, of course.

Between the ever-multiplying semi-trailers, the road-ragers and the mentally deficient, and the young people, and the very old people, and obviously the majority or at least over a third of women, but especially the women reared in this obnoxiously anti-social and sociopathic Smart-phone Day, Night, and Age, the frightening trial of driving has almost become too much stress to justify beyond trips to the various apothecaries, the grocer, and my workplace. Let alone when you're also listening to the vocal-fried cheer-leaders of war on NPR, for some daily, masochistic reason, like i do. So each time I am able, I'll speed ahead and past the other lurking, texting, dazed but aggressive, vindictive and fluoridated clown-world motorists.

Thankfully I drive mostly at night, or else in a safe-flowing direction away from the metropolis, in the mornings. One time when I lived in an area where I didn't need to brave the interstate to go to work as i do now, I experienced a fit of road rage directed At me from someone else. A grotesquely red-faced, rich, snarling and poorly-heeled puppy no older than 22 who i was forced to flip off because he was driving like the villains in Mad Max. Mind you, i reserve the middle finger for extremely rare circumstances, and may flip someone off once every 10 years, at most. But my middle finger caused this horrible young psycho-bro in the starchy white shirt and khakis such umbrage that he audibly, loudly screeched off the road to turn back and start macho combat procedures with me, as i tried to enter the gas station store. I was able to defuse and confuse him with my calm contempt and returned, more specific, adult threats. He did chatter away insultingly at my back as i walked off, but in God's eyes, i basically humiliated and kicked his ass. Thank God he didn't vandalize my car, it took me a minute or two to go check on it. It always seemed to me, just based on a sizing up of he and his Mercedes that he clearly didn't buy through honest labor, that he was probably spawned by a powerful man of some kind, like a barrister or chief constable.

Another time, someone afflicted with probably a similar existential rage and stupidity as the apoplectic puppy, almost flipped their car behind me but somehow came to a safe stop on the side of the road. They had been mercilessly tail-gating me coming down a winding and perilous mountain road, so i gave them the universally recognizable, polite and necessary Noticeable raised hands-shrug of contempt and bafflement into the rear-view mirror, which almost always works to get them off one's tail, and without generating any great hassle or fatalities, but this time with that motherfucker something seems to have been wrong with their Generation Z brain. I literally looked as if in slow motion into the rear-view some distance on, and their insanity was causing them to wobble back and forth, side to side on their axles as they completely lost control after a jerky attempt to correct themselves, and it was in theory my fault because i had shrugged at this mad person, and their reptile, Triune Brain response was to tail-gate me even more aggressively. That's how i perceived the event or interaction, at least, and i'm not unperceptive, especially while driving.

And yet another time a probable redneck junkie nearly drove me off the road, veering well into my lane headlong on a narrow two-lane road flanked by ditches, just a few miles on from the site of the previous incident. These days you never know when someone might nod off, or expire spontaneously from mystery-arrhythmia, and smash into you head-on. Also, you wouldn't be surprised to hear that quite nearby at the gas station, within a three-year span, a very dazed and slow-behaving junkie-type backed into my parked car in a wide open parking lot, as i watched it happen coming out of the store, and then I let him go. Miraculously, it was a very minor scratch his giant redneck clunker truck caused. He double-clasped my hand through his window as if I'd married his junkie daughter into fabulous riches, but he did so only once I'd made it clear that I wasn't calling the cops. I'm honor-bound to tell you that within 5 miles of every single one of these incidents, a gas station was only 6 years ago the site of a road rage incident that resulted in one psychotic redneck shooting to death what very likely was another psychotic redneck. The south, as they say, is a "Culture of Honor," and this has always in criminology been cited as a reason for the excessive murder rates here, as compared to other regions of the USA.

Many people have to learn by experience and from very harsh lessons. It's just tragic that this often includes the error of drunk driving. Whatever the statistics are for fatalities due to drunk driving, consider that they're not accurate. They're not high enough. Every year people disappear, some of them are in their cars at the bottom of a distant gorge or a lake, pond, river, or ocean, never to be found.  

Keep an eye on these disastrous, impetuous drivers of this day and age and generation. These awful, sped-up weasels and lite-sociopaths with their drug addictions and their very important social media feeds, and their minds salted and boiling over the fact that their gf has been cheating on them the whole time with a football player of another race, and their scary disregard or ignorance of the hideous physics of automobiles at high speeds. It's possible that you've noticed i have a reasonably astute grasp of or insight into modern american human psychology, or of sociological conditions, generally. When i drive my motorcar, i'm doing the same kind of taxonomizing and crude but careful observation of driving styles, mores, and varying conditions, risks, and demographics. I'll tell you very certainly that young people drive worse and worse every year---distracted and dangerous, and so then, sociopathic as i like to think---and that covid seems to have given some of us a permanent and sometimes aggressive brain fog (this is actually a thing discussed around the world as to drivers and driving, since covid), and that women do the observable majority of the insane behavior of Tailgating. Young people in general do most of the tailgating, perhaps because of all the adderall and other prescription meds, and the manically sped-up pace of their demonically technologized lives and minds, etc., but still it can be said that females do merit that ass-hugging distinction within any group. I was kidding about averaging that speed while driving, but i'm very thankful otoh that my car has a powerful enough engine to allow me to escape when necessary. Please, all, be as safe as possible out there and drive as defensively as you're capable. Think of the children, even the 35 year-old ones.

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Excerpt from my definitely copy-righted and publishable Online Dating Manual and Existential Pep-talk for Younger Men

 

"Looking for long-term, SQUAWK, open to short, SQUAWK."

"Feed me tacos, and tell me im pretty SQUAWK"

...everyone seems...branded.

Jude Law's daughter, looking dissociated, which is now de rigueur among the prettier, sultrier members of the demimonde, even when not descended from famous actors

 

 

Idea: Sing songs, like "Night and Day," but rewrite the lyrics and maybe improvise but def also scat. Example: "It's why i scaaaat, bc so much of it/ is silly shit/and bull and batshit/and cringey female shiiiit."

Top 5 things in 2023 which many American women of marriagable and breeding age seem to tend to think are stand-ins for a personality, on dating and hookup sites (Red font indicates uncertainty about whether these qualities are stand-ins, or just discrete features):

1. explicitly stated "Sarcasm" as a general mode of behavior

2. Jeeps

3. Standing in front of brick wall for impromptu unpretentious photo op

4. Having pitbull that is darling and not murderous, beyond their control etc., they think

5. Having dog, generally

6. explicitly stated hatred for "ambitionlessness/mediocrity" (sic, etc.), in favor of a lust for the finer things, objects, adventures and photo ops in life

7. Selfies in which they look either unreasonably happy, or like dangerous temple prostitutes

8. Vacant, soulless Model-eyes and related physical affectations like parted lips or display of posterior

9. the multiple periods self-description style: "Dogmom. Lover of margs. User of periods."

10. holding mixed drink in tight little dress at swanky bar while accomplice takes series of photos of them, like headshots

11. "all things spooky/halloween"

12. Last but not least, yes, Tattoos

13. Less mention of weltanschauung than ye might imagine, or of spirituality. Jesus and witchcraft being the most popular mentions, but of course still rare

55. Comparison of oneself and their preferred partner to movie and tv characters

17. That general aura of having been pursued and thirsted after in the 24-7 flesh markets of the internet for all their surely age-appropriate lives, an aura that says, "it's unlikely I'll try very hard or ask you a question about your dreams and interests bc that's your job to ask those questions."

23. A proud cannabis habit

37. Decided preference for "Luxe" and "Upscale" phenomenologies, which is an order above the features described in Number 6

100. No actual sense of either modesty or public embarrassment. I sometimes wish that i could talk of myself with total unabashed arrogance, high-handed Brownie Points-and-command-giving, and general, immaculate self-delight, or that i felt like stopping traffic or standing in the middle of a
crowded square to conduct a bon vivant photo shoot

52. It's at that point that we must say, "Death to Instygram and the shallow self-adoring rottenness of character it has tended to wrought."

51. I may be comorbidly overweight but as you can see, i like drinking alcohol and i'm a very fun girl.

18. Pretty glossy sexy photographs, featuring no trace of bio whatsoever, not even "No good at bios," or "Bios are overrated."

102. Some fastidiously labeled version of polyamory

33. Main pic is of the female standing in front of one of those low-budget celebrity nitelife scenarios: a neon script-lettering sign saying something completely ridiculous, like "Luxe Life," or "Tequila Yes, You Maybe." Very often the neon sign is fixed to a wall of foliage of some kind. All of this demonstrates the glamorous nitelife of this prospective hassle of a woman.

 42. Fucking dreadful, treacly inspirational quotes, usually some robotic solipsistic claptrap about "finding what pleases you and pursuing it like nothing else matters."

Elevensy-five. Having a typically vainglorious and trifling IG account

177. TATTOOS

Top 5 Reasons to Chicken Little While ye Can

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When Non-11 dropped, a lot of reasonable people thought the next logical step or consequence was WW3, and a nuclear strike of some kind. And then within a few months it was increasingly apparent that the entire thing was a stateS(plural)-sponsored fraud and an evil yanking of the world's chain. That its purpose was to initiate a Global surveillance state of conventional but growing fascist proportions, and obviously to provide cassus belli for acquisitive warfare in near-asia and mesopotamia, etc. "America," as it were, had to have some reason to swoop in on the fossil fuel depots, vast and then-fallow opium fields, possibly the Star-Gate archaeological digs, and definitely the Mystical Baghdad Museum Archives and Collections.

Well it hasn't been that sick and crazy again (except for the people of Iraq and Afghanistan) until now. I get completely tired and irritated to even consider writing any more about the various proofs and ...indirect indications that the global situation Right Now is as or more insanely dangerous than it's been since (the original imagined nuclear perils of Non-11, as well as) the Cuban Missile Crisis and another more secret instance or two involving mixed international signals with submarines, etc. Because to me---with my particular 25-or-so-year fetish and obsession with "the news" and geopolitics and domestic politics and a kind of mystical-esoteric analysis of all these put together---nothing could be more plain and apparent than that we're headed towards global conflict and drastic economic collapse. Most agree that we're already rather well on the way, in its midst.

We here at the Fring Committe for a Better Estimation of Things suspect that the only thing that could prevent this already-churning WW3 scenario, is that The Hidden Hand (of whichever kind) displays its true, universal power, and Somehow "unites" these belligerent factions before the shit kicks off in devastating fashion. Regardless of whether it becomes nucular, it will be devastating. What irritates me about cataloguing proofs in writing is that major news organs omit most or all of these. American and western news media are at this inflection point by and large nothing more than evil nursemaids feeding all of us babies with incremental doses of arsenic, soma, and viagra, slipped into our similac, while playing "Doja Cat" and Drill Rap on a 24-hour loop for us. And i wouldn't trust that strumpet-dollie Christina Ricci any more than Asia Argento, if i were you, even if she piled on to Ashton Kutcher and his child bride for writing nasty letters for the scientology rapist. Ricci is not just in the demonic Doja Cat video, she seems several degrees too close even to other seamy factions in the Los Angeles area, but who cares and what do i know about all that: i thought Pizza Gate was some kind of provocative, more or less real, psychological and honeytrap operation. What a dummie

Interesting that North Africa just got smashed to death by floods and earthquakes. Also interesting about quite specifically-regionally flammable Hawaii, which is a refuge or redoubt for "global elites," and where poor dark folks can be easily done away with in the middle of the Pacific beyond much sympathy or scrutiny. Stolen Hawaii, the scene of the "first Nein-11," of 1941. If you read my recent posts about the port city mass-explosions in China and Lebanon, maybe you'll see the patterns i do. The gloves are tore off, on the most dire and destructive level of geopolitics. I could write and write and give examples of how precarious the world situation is, with all the more local New World instances thrown in, that are each nothing to sniff at. Joseph Biden is the central metaphor, as far as im concerned, and Mitch the Glitch and the other pack of congressional dotards thrown in, too. The deranged military states of the world are being operated "from the shadows," for want of a better or more precise term, which i won't be looking for right now. And there are ruthless and desperate factions operating against each other Within those dark places.

Some probably moist, paunchy and pomaded portion of you, like me, realize that very little is as it seems in the modern world, and you're schooled in an esoteric interpretation of reality, but i don't know how many of you are studied up on more nuts and bolts geopolitics and the daily increase in the heat and madness. Having no family but a functioning morality and love for humanity, and working night shift with excellent broadband as i do, I happen to be sort of skilled at keeping my eyes on the world, and parsing the global tea leaves, just as i've always suggested here, at the risk of seeming grandiose and self-important, or ahead of the curve. But i dont gaf about any of that; and the ego, and your view of me, are not important to me. Things could kick off quite badly at any moment and i want everybody to be aware of this, and to mind their manners and be nice to each other when the race-gangs and the freed prisoners and wealthy clans begin to act, form and prowl.

Interesting that the world is burning up from arson, even prior to the synthetic global plague that the sadistic, sexually perverted, grandparent-and-comorbid-person-murdering swinefuckers released on us for three years. Or at least that's what it seemed like happened, but i read a lot of news and watch a lot of movies.

What im saying is that everyone who has the means and wherewithal, etc., needs to be planning like speedy squirrels against a harsh winter for human civilization. Be prepared for the worst. This shit is unsustainable and something will give. Three years ago, like a basically savvy minority of westerner, i knew what covid meant before it reached America. Three years ago i calmly informed my oblivious and still-yet unreachable normie friend and his wife, over Mexican food, among total idiots in masks, that we would almost certainly in our nearer lifetimes be seeing WW3 with Russia but more crucially with China, and that my other sense was that Major natural disasters would figure into the horror-show looming over the US and the world. My basic belief is that weather catastrophes, etc., are quite probably part of the toolkit of the secret, evil empires, and that's what i still proceed from in trying to make sense of mass events. Human-caused climate change is just another, grander form of bin Laden, Mohamed Atta, Anders Breivik, and that more overt fiction known as Stephen Paddock, et al., to be plucked from their toolkit whenever they please. A massive flood that kills 20,000 people or so is just another mechanism like a BLM or Katrina, or an experimental serum or an envelope with gubmint anthrax. One could say, fearfully and in hope of not being canceled, etc.

Anyway let us cleave to the facts, like the NYT: rent prices since the 80's have skyrocketed past any semblance of humanity or decency, and food and staple prices are following suit now, and the kids are all neurotic and medicated, and the fentanyl pours over every city while getting high af on an abundance of very strong weed is normalized, and something is knocking trains off the rails and attacking power stations. Drones are everywhere and breeding fast, a subcontracted force of evil just like depleted uranium armor and munitions and, very likely, also like population-shaving and -monetizing bowel cancers and lymphomas, judging from the tragic, undeniable data, and some of my young friends' deaths or suffering.

Therefore you should all seriously consider having a bugout plan, or being very safe if you're in the cities, and certainly having as much non-perishable food stores as you can afford, if only to hedge against the cruel inflation. It makes me sort of uncomfortable to advise anyone to watch this or that YT prepper, but nonetheless one source i've followed for many years now, that provides an intelligent and comprehensive collation of news items, expert interviews and key if depressing data points, (on an almost daily basis) is Canadian Prepper on YT. You might want to google it. Surely there are better sources or just as valid, but if i watch someone for several years and don't smell a totally self-interested rat, then i'm confident that they're at least worth making part of your diet of doom.

Also, separate from the more materialist, geopolitics-oriented doomsayers and prepper communities, you may have noticed that religious groups, movements, and discontented content creators have the same kind of copiously explicated and researched sense of impending trouble. I won't even bother getting into that, but i regard those philosophies as just about equally relevant, and at times convincing. Remember to always be as kind and compassionate as possible: apart from protecting your and your family's hides, that may be one of the only things we can do. You may agree it's ultimately a spiritual war, and we are already in it, just as we are already in a more slow-burning, introductory WW3. "In my opinion."

May it please the court to announce finally, that naturally i hope i'm wrong and Nothing is set in stone. And that it doesn't bother me at all to be a wild-eyed Chicken Little. Because that's better than being a zombie with eyes wide shut, what what



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Mostly it is fake

There could be a cookie virus monster

In your stupid birthday cake

You could have

Early Onset Social Decrepitude,

at age 12

Whatever, bruh, facts

Review of Madonna

 

Review of Madonna

It's not as if I'm here enjoying the idea that you now can't be quite rid of Madonna's "borderline" tune, boppin and burstin along in your head, like a gaggle-clot of idiot pre-teen cheerleaders in a parade with no end in sight or conception. Because of its perfidious, mind-bending catchiness, so loathsome to the human race now, since 1984.

Some say it's a song with a liberating message that anyone could appreciate. But it seems to be about men who are too possessive and dictatorial over Madonna. But in reality, we all know what Madonna needs is a stern, white American heterosexual male influence in her life, who isn't Sean Penn. Who would, as needed, keep her chained under the bed so that she behaved and isn't inclined to make any more horrible and mesmerizingly catchy and candied music that might crawl up the charts and into our and our poor daughters' unhappy minds forever and ever. I didn't object when she put the brother from another planet up on the cross and trolled the RCC in that blasphemous music video with the bright, agreeable and appropriated negro chorus, but still all of her music is horrible and probably more or less the stuff of sleazy Fabian-Illuminiss devil worship. Madonna has always been a copycat protestant strumpet, just like Gaga lady, and no good whatsoever. The Loosey-farian nerve of her to call herself Madonna, what's more.


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