Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Of goats and mice-men.




There's a lot that is rather troubling going on with the worship, or at least the garish transcendence of, the goat-form Godhead figure called "Baphomet" these days in America. As with most others who are familiar with basic occult practices and occult religious preoccupations, it is now altogether obvious to me that we're living in some spiritually souped-up and funky times. So the frequent appearance of the goat imagery is revealing to us, and interesting, and unsurprising, but no less discomfiting.

I'm just more interested than most people and even the small community mentioned, in cataloging events, ritual undertakings, individual but seemingly connected deaths, and the oddities within the vast world entertainment system, which go to prove this first observation about goat-worship, goat-fetish. I tend to file them away mentally without much effort, as with knowing the scouting reports and potential, etc, of many NBA players, which i should not, but do. There isn't any doubt about the fact that this Open Baphomet Fetish is happening on a broad and highly placed scale, but the Why and Why Now is certainly open for questioning. So i've helpfully selected four instances in which Baphomet has appeared in a high-flown and obvious way in the national American consciousness. I invite the reader to consider these four separate instances and maybe reflect on what it all means, in these very dodgy, these very scientifically and spiritually wondrous times. Indeed, while considering, you might keep fixed in your mind the notion which is increasingly admitted and repeated within Accepted Science and various forms of Physics (which is the vanguard trailblazer of All sciences, it seems to me, and in some ways simply the new and all-encompassing science that was once called "alchemy"). This is the notion that Reality can now only honestly be described, and its definitions pursued, in terms of what have long been called "supernatural." God particles and dark matter and parallel universes and human consciousness being the result of a possible "computer simulated reality" a la "The Matrix," are but a few of the new paradigms of speculative scientific language which are trying to keep up with the deepening metaphysics and sorcery of the CERN-and-wormhole-era of Academic Wisdom. Throw in this unaccountable sort of forced diet of  "ancient alien" TV programming and slow-drip UFO Full Disclosure business, (not to mention the burgeoning of a revisionary history and "conspiracy theory" consciousness among the public) and you may agree that nothing is very certain anymore. The scope of human reason is at once greatly expanded and humbled.

And now, as predicted above, The Four Goat-men of the Apocalyptic Age, so to speak:

1. George W Bush is believed by some to have been conducting, or at least dimly and nervously presiding over, an inaugural rite at the Booker Elementary School in FL on the 2001 September morning of the Day of the Three Collapsing Skyscrapers (or "Pillar-mids" as they've been dubbed by some, the totemic Twin Pillars along with their third sidekick of Building 7, with its numerologically sound 47 floors (4+7= not ten!). The twins = a symbolic 11, and AA Flight 11 struck the twins first, and AA is in gematria terms also an "11," "A" being the first letter of the alphabet). But enough with silly numbers that cannot and never will lie....

The reason these people feel there was ritual purpose and significance in that morning's very weird read-along with the basically all-black schoolchildren at the Booker school, has to do with the fact that Bush and the gang read from a book called "My Pet Goat." My understanding of the book is that the titled goat is out of control and eats literally everything. But the moral lesson is that hey, this is what goats do. Anyway, added to this symbolic, child's text-based inference is that Bush and his ilk were already considered in some circles as being practical devil-worshipers, owing to their allegiance to certain Yale fraternities, as well as the CIA, and their involvement in some precisely odious issues of skullduggery pertaining to both said outfits, which are indeed long connected, one to the other. The Booker school's early morning events (which were all the more conspicuous bc the POTUS was extremely leisurely by his staying at that well-advertised location Long After he should have been whisked away to safety) have been seen as occult in flavor specifically, though, because of a set of themes and winking metaphors collected under the Freemasonic concept known as "Riding the Goat." Research that silly shit yourself. Whether or not the Second-Graders (not quite third degree) are chanting words that have ritual meaning is surely to be debated. Still, it is a now indisputable fact and chain of causative reasoning, and easily conceded by the logic-and-open-minded-person who values real evidence, that once Non-11 has been sufficiently studied, it will be understood as being more than just an act of geopolitical terrorism, but also a Massive Public Ritual to usher in the new age of Horus/Aquarius, the new Millennium, the new alchemical age, all of which are well-accepted and studied concepts and astrological transitions. That kind of thing naturally requires a fairly large blood sacrifice, it would always seem. Since this is a provable if not so comfortable or easily learned-of fact, one must then view the events at the Booker School with some added curiosity, and an extra bend at the knees to look under the bed of this unsettling scheduled press event. I challenge anyone who is alive and has a creditable brain to come up with a more memorable and heart-sinking, physical display of paralysis in the face of crisis, than what Andrew Card and his little friend the President showed on that morning from the Second grade classroom, as the cameras rolled and the world watched. Bush sat there with what may be called a look of terrifying, existential helplessness and worry, a kind of class clown look of not quite knowing-it-all but being deeply troubled by it all, and not exactly "surprised." That's my interpretation of the cretin's physiognomy.

2. The "I-Pet Goat" animated movie that blew up on the internet a few years back, and has been ceaselessly analyzed, pored over and explicated, never with a very positive or uplifting tone or conclusion. I'm not sure what to think of the short film or its makers, but it is chock full of alchemical allegory and "New World Order" type of ominous augury and symbolic reference, including, of course, a whole theme about Bush in the BOOKer classroom. Needless to say, the movie's name references the Goat from the read-along-kids-right-here-this-is-what-it-says morning of non-11. Consider that from that morning on, millions if not billions of people have been reciting from rote memory all the explanations of the Tragic Events, events which were delivered from On High, and whose explanation was, too, and with the added savory support and solemn regurgitation of the entire invertebrate corps of wormy, working journalists, everywhere. The reader should perhaps take the time to watch this "I Pet Goat" movie, produced by "Heliophant."

3. On some precise and no doubt numerologically meaningless day in this past month of May, the Hoover Dam experienced a major graffiti event that few sensible people can understand, and even fewer know about. Some PR company affiliated with some development in the area of massively bright lighting technology, was allowed to project onto the huge face of the Hoover Dam an image of the logo for a certain mediocre soccer team from Koln, Germany, where this PR company is from. Nothing at all strange about this, i say with a dull sarcastic flourish of the keyboard buttons. Even if the logo is a Picture of a Giant Goat Standing Atop the team's Logo, which features behind it the iconic Two Towers of the medieval cathedral of Koln, which is known for these two spires. The oddly influential German PR company which exuberantly loves its futbol team so, is reported to have done this mega-projection on our Hoover Dam in order to get publicity and break some world records regarding the longest or largest projection ever. I'd urge you to check the Youtube channel "Police State Radio," for its "Secrets of the Hoover Dam" video, a very well-done, pithy investigation on this surely meaningless subject. 



4. Detroit got a big-ass devil statue, and Oklahoma got a big-ass "Church of Satan" Adolphus Levi-style Baphomet statue, which was intended to sit at the Oklahoma statehouse. I'm not really sure if it made it onto the lawn or if public outcry prevented that, and I don't really care, just as i didn't care to look up the exact date of the Hoover Dam projection, because why must i always repeat their unholy little numerals? The medium is the message, the story has already made its way into the nation's bloodstream, and many people have seen the amusing statue, like a re-imagining of the infamous "Greek God George Washington" statue doing the "as above, so below" alchemical salute. Only the baphomet is flanked by a boy and a girl. My personal opinion is that to live in the united states of america in this time is to be engaged in a constant sex-majikal orgy. It's just a matter of whether or not you are consenting, or being simply used. It's very probably better to be used, in this foul scheme.

...so, in any cold case, just watch out for the Goat-god and take a minute to think outside your secular and secure box of god-forsaking reasoning. You don't have all the fucking answers, Kid, and i wouldn't suggest looking in the New York Times for them, either. 





Friday, October 9, 2015

A Review of the movie calling itself "The Interview." (Not Safe for weak-ass, squeamish defenders of Status Quo.)


Hello, all. I hope you enjoyed my vacation. FB has none of the luster that it used to, before i awoke from my fever-dream of assuming that posting observations and articles of ire amounted to anything save a reputation as a caustic crank who was probably too smart and self-important for his own sturdy well-being and socio-economic state. (Always keep in mind, if you were about to take the bold leap of agreeing with me on Any one of all these big old head-scratching matters of global import, that i make Less Than Forty-Thousand Reserve Notes per annum ($40,000) unless i work a lot of OT, and so please. You really are not required to listen to me at all. I do not own a business or even a full business suit. Furthermore, i've only ever owned one car in my life, and it was used, and practically on layaway.) Anyway, this is just a movie review, free of any kind of political outrage or ethical meditations. Nope. I couldn't bring myself to write such a waste of a thing. I'm an educated, bi-racial Libra, and i happen to continuously give a fuck because i am powerless to do otherwise. No bland movie review for you today.

I submit that if you want to know how despicable, how unscrupulously wicked, irresponsible, vulgar and cheap modern amerikan life has become, (and blibberdy-blabber by extension, "Western life") then all you must do is try to watch "The Interview." Now it should be a given that the movie is fucked up zionist cultural programming of the now garden variety of the Illuminist era. That is a given, and if you didn't know, there's your scoop for the day, my dear. I call it "zionist" simply to identify it for Part of what it manifestly Is, and that is a product of admitted, definitive Jewish efforts. Even for Hollywood, it is conspicuously non-goyim in its DNA, flavors, and effluences. It's obviously an Apatow tribal production, and nothing more about that really needs to be said here, apart from the obligatory note that anything i have become aware of, at least, which came from the seamy mind of Apatow and his vile troop of clubby non-comic lemming actors has served only to embarrass the human race and brutally degrade the very idea of Comedy and worthwhile diversions or filmic entertainments, at large.

It's very rare, if i'm not watching Fox News or some honest documentary about satanists, neocons, or organized state pedophiles, that i feel i do need to promptly have a hot soapy scrubbing in order to be somewhat less filthy, from the viewing. Apatow never fails to get me angry and dirty. It was an abortive Netflix mistake, simply put, and i did not go into it blindly, having already been sufficiently barnyard in my intelligence to grasp that the movie was Indeed, just as some are saying in the political/philosophical/film industry scribbling world, a rather bizarre and unprecedented instance of the CIA, etc. Working Directly with certain fraternities of film-makers in Hollywoodland, specifically in this case, the Apatow tribe. Look it up, (I'm not linking shit here about this shit movie) the actors and others associated with this tripe offering about humorously assassinating a world leader have gone on record as saying they felt the CIA was involved in changing the script of the movie from an imagined world leader to the actual leader of North Korea. That is so fucked up and reflective of our diabolical zeitgeist that it would require at least Five FB posts to properly explain it, or a devoted FB account. (We should say here that such a notion of this movie representing an "unprecedented" linkage between Hollywood and State Forces either clandestine or Face-forward, is equal parts pure rubbish and cow-flesh-diluted cowfeed, but this case happens to be especially bold, obtuse, egregious, and thus, perfect for our current time. Now let us summarize..)

And so, in summary, that now unmentionable movie is a ghastly, gut-turning, evil obscenity fit only for consumption by violent and perverted amerikans. You should go watch it right away if you want to rip from your soul some measure of its soulful beauty and purity in order to then grind and smear it into a sewer drain. I would zealously prefer not being your friend if you found anything at all amusing about that piece of shitty garbage, or if you even watched it until the end and do not have a sound excuse. It really is much worse than merely disgustingly immoral and bad, it Is A Political Message of Aggressive Nihilism infused by absurdly repetitive, culture-defiling pantomimes of what we too-securely call "Humor."                                                                  

There is arguably no brow low enough among our species capable of countenancing this movie.

If you would like to sing ignorant lullabies inside your meager conscious, you who are reading this and have decided that i am Der Anti-Semite, then i urge you posthaste to delete our toy friendship and even send me an extremely brief note describing your holiest outrage against my intolerance of the chosen people and their lately unsmirchable record in things. I'll begin working on your effigy for the weekend. You have much history and cipherin' to larn, and you and i will always be talking about different things, for the simple reason that you probably lack the intellect to speak even my humble language of study, reflection, and ethical impetus which is clearly spoken everywhere around the world, but only in pockets, in this country. You see, i'm about as much of an "anti-semite" (may god, etc., forgive me for using such a mindless, hackneyed, void and unscientific term such as it is) as i am a famous pedophile defense attorney enshrined by bankrupt so-called Liberalism. I am as much "anti-jewish" as i am a noted Freemason, or a trained and cool-headed police officer. I am Mickey Mouse, the famous anti-semite burlesque dancer, ok. Fair enough. Your ethics is laser sharp.

If you were to write a modestly savvy movie report for your 13th-grade class about "This Pestilential Talkie," the meat of your synopsis could be "There was over an hour of awkward and deliriously shameful Tavistockian Cultural Engineering, intended to infantilize and degrade large portions of what the human race has through millennia come to define and describe as decent or desirable for the human Community. It was profane tribalism gone haywire, it is the common denominator of all things bad and stinky. It's a pasting together of degenerate impulses one should only avoid or ridicule. It is the Humor of the Damned." You mighta thought it was just a shitty and embarrassing little YOLO-generation movie that makes no sense if it is to belong to a world with any dignity, but which is still not That Offensive, and Did have three or four good poo-poo and penis jokes, and is really after all only the latest in an ever-growing chain of such movies. But think about it a bit, dumb amerikan. Observe the curious news-item themes attached to this movie, about "free speech," and "international hacking and threats," and Brave Humorists standing up for the Integrity of Art, and then that bit about the CIA "advisors and consultants," and so on. Sophomoric genital and scat humor, and assassinations, and a heavy dose of anti-asian racism. We've won again, Land of the Free.

Thursday, October 8, 2015

terms in the lexicon that reveal our shadiness:


1. "Hit it." This is a reference to coitus, or lovemaking.
2. "Smash it." This is a reference to coitus, or lovemaking.
3. One is "killing it" when they are succeeding very well. Apparently we're all stand-up comedians.
4. to "nut," a definitively male term for orgasm now used by women.
5. "bitch" and "ho" used among well-fed and -reared white women, and used with some camaraderie.
6. "what's up, Dawg." Any mention of "sup" applies here. This is a juvenile and affectedly casual    thing to say. We are not on the level of dogs, in fact.
7. Referring to someone light-heartedly as "Killa."
8. "White trash." A patently racist and white supremacist term that few white folks understand.
9. "Sucks." This term has now passed into a state of complete unreflection and acceptance. And so it reveals our depth of depravity and our devotion to crude patriarchy.
10. "Savage" as a general descriptor for an idea or subject thought to be Worthy, Radically Good, or otherwise deserving of approval.
11. "Slay"...just more vicious and dehumanizing Verb vernacular from our living Purgatory of social engineering managed by kabbalists. It means 'to do well." To review, killing and murdering is good and desirable. It will get you ahead, inevitably securing you fame, respect and power.