How about this for a logical proposition, political argument, or sincerely tabled postulate: Fuck "nation states," as we know them. As a collective concept they seem not precisely to have failed us so much as delivered us the dependable misery and poetically stitched-together fantasism which was probably their original intent. Like so many fenced tracts of grazing territory, arranged for the metrical benefits of hegemony blocs. So then, fuck particularly America and for that matter The Entire Oligarchical-Corporatist Godless West i suppose, and fuck the "international rules-based order," which is complete and Provably satanic rubbish, (which, yes, is something i do feel i can formally prove but nobody cares to be told things that make them feel uninformed or even ignorant, let alone have these things Proved to them, bc most ppl these days are practically mind-controlled robots and definitely egotists, and are so loathe to have any punctures made in their sacrosanct Science-Balloon model of reality )...
and Fuck this evil proxy brinksmanship warfare On Russia's border in the infamous, completely suspect Ukraine region; Definitely fuck all of you who so obviously have No Clue what that warfare is actually about bc you've chosen to remain ignorant about the broader world outside of your antiseptic american playpen for probably all of your life; Fuck ppl who Have the Choice and Power and yet still betray their sacred bodies and refuse to take care of them; Fuck the devils who create Nein-11's and anthrax attax and the horrifying murder-and-trafficking (too often of POC minority) children-sprees, and who create the Global (but western-concentrated) Cultural Cult of Intelligence Op-and-fear-Programming-based Serial Murder Propaganda, and who also create plandemical duh-seases that are clearly tailored and modified to prey upon the co-morbid, elderly, and obese. Fuck Planned Parenthood and the racist devils who are ultimately behind it, whose meta-objectives are now shockingly well-revealed by their new policy of giving the youth of "medically under-served communities" Gender-Modification pharmaceuticals. Fuck the soulless, pill-pushing International Mega-drug cartels whose stock you can trade on all the markets and with whom you may be vested through your own pensions and portfolios, yourself, you ignorant, myopic bastard.
Fuck the vapid and programmable self-importance and aggressiveness of Climate Change Zealots and all other dogmatic, doctrinaire, angry pliable useful idiots and lackeys and hench-non-binary slobs co-opted into splinter cells and movements. Fuck left and fuck right and fuck dull, insipid fence-sitters. Fuck the hideous insincerity of All Those who are Aware of the fraudulence and broader aims of Climate Change Pseudo-Monomania, whose pretensions and play-acting so foully mirror all the same posturing that attended Nein-11 and the dependent GWOT whose moral guilt the entire west will never escape, and never should.
Fuck it all and fuck off if you dont understand this very mild and utterly justified dyspepsia, spleen, and disgust that i am simply forced to piss into the somehow still or programmed solipsistic void of the internet.
I have probably in my life never seen such an Uncritical Mass of spiritual nescience fused with total political/geo-political stupidity, but now in the face of a very serious high tide of evil and lies. The average Murkin motherfucker cannot even tell that Adam Schiff is even more reprehensible and even evil, probably, than Lindsey Graham, or McConnell, or Schumer, or Donald Drumpf, or that war criminal john McCain now deceased, or that simpering fall-guy, George W Bush, or even Jesse Jackson or the FBI Confidential Informant, Al Sharpton. Perhaps even worse than Jeffrey Golden Ticket Epstein. You see, actually concerned and pretty-well-informed citizens like myself can keep rattling off names and vile personalities like this for quite some time. I hadn't even got warmed up but i was also confining myself to a certain breed of public figure: Only the outre ones. Because I have bothered, in my almost 50 years of life, you see, Not To Be a rapidly or steadily expanding turnip-dumpling creature. In a broad, existential sense, of course. We should have long ago stopped making excuses for all the dumb motherfuckers around us. People eventually have to answer for their own private moral crimes and short-comings. We're supposed to be in this together.
If you, the potentially quite inadequate and unhealthy reader (O and there is Far More to this unhealth plandemic gripping the West than mere obesity, believe you me; let's not talk about The Big C Global Pandemic, or the Opiate Addiction Pandemic, or The Vaccine Addiction Pandemic, or the nigh-unprovable deleteriousness of all of our food production systems or the outright evils of a plastics-and chemical-warped human Physiological ecosystem, no no no), do not understand how in strict, absolute moral and intellectual terms many people like me are simply grossed out and fucking disgusted by All of Current Collective Bat-and-Dogshit Reality, and by the shocking fact---now pretty much the case for decades---that one cannot really even be publicly, safely honest about the state of the world or the findings and answers we discover in our search for humble but no less actual, concrete truths, then you're just part of the fucking problem. Just go back to sleep motherfucker. Go join a Climate Change Activism or Planned Parenthood cell, or a Direct Action blm cadre: find yourself some great and noble, Depopulation/Arson/divideUndConquer/chaos-based purpose like that. Go burn down some black-owned business districts or knock some frightened motherfucker's dinner off of their al fresco dining table when they fail to mimic your woke and "pro-black" hand signals.
All the working classes of the world are broke and suffering and hanging on by their teeth. And yet we're led around by those brass rings in our noses, willy nilly, hither and yon, towards whichever new Crisis and evil, deceptive, lie-soaked Melodrama whichever ruling clique of the day desires to make and brand as Important.
i can tell ye this: there's a somewhat fringe cunspeercie theery that "Nuclear Weapons Do Not Exist." You should look into it. I find myself lately, when studying and meditating on the lunatic, mass-death-spasm in eastern europe that isn't as bad as the ones currently in the "middle east," actually wondering and hoping about the truth of this theory. Bc it provides a somewhat more reassuring and reasonable explanation of the insane, provocative, dishonest, clearly shady, current murkin/western foreign policy in that conflict.
Mafias and Cartels and Bloodlines Run The World. And that is just the most vulgar, forward-facing, above-ground expression of the total reality. There's all kinds of other occult and supernatural arcana out there which almost certainly explains the rest, and the deeper levels of all this. And fuck you if i've offended you. If that's the case, then you offend me far worse, very probably.
ow, as many of the smart, empathetic, and well-informed people belonging to this group and my precious readership know, there are a variety of "real reasons" behind almost any single thing of any significant political import, in this relatively Horrible Day and Age of Dissembling and Deception. We also know that The Real Reasons, for practically everything, are precisely the sorts of things paralytic nightmares are made of, and which make and keep good, intelligent people dubious of conventional, NYT/NATO/IMF/AP/WEF reality and somewhat fearful of the conduct of nation-states, and of the secret bloodlines of fanatical occult religious types who manage these constructs, but are in a constantly feuding, feeding-frenzy form of evil, unstable control of the larger world. (And thank goodness for this constant intramural squabbling, for we know from it that Things Could be Much Worse if evil had its way completely clear and unchecked. It would be Alex Jones' Prison Planet brought to its apotheosis, with not a single cis-hetero-normative tadpole left for our young, virile men to slaughter in their private ponds, for sport.)
Indeed i personally consider the Time We Live In to be something like, "The Age of the Hideous Simulacra-Hominid." And so this may give you a clue as to how i regard the Singular Issue of the day to be the Loss of Authenticity, Rational Mind-States, and Integrity. Integrity of mind, body, and soul. People are losing their essential decency and intelligence at a rate and pace that imho seems deliberately mechanized, sped-up, trebled. Almost as if by design, or at the very least by a kind of openly insane, profit-hungry criminal level of neglect at the higher levels of corporate-state command and control. And this second interpretation of the great foulness of things currently, the sort of LIHOP, "top-down self-interested neglect thesis" can only be considered a bit naive, if not disingenuous, and i fucking detest both of these states as well as the seemingly growing number of hominids who occupy them, and who so often refuse to shut their dirty fucking mouths, with their stupid garbage opinions.
BHO with the few remaining seraphim of Newt-town, CT
Granted, i'm one of these well-seasoned dyspeptics who is simply just Done. One of those who only needs to survey the current, stage-hand character of the POTUS, (particularly coming as that social-clambering Ketchupy Delaware Patrician does after a succession of quite similar but less deeply senile, still bat-shit crazy, sexually deviant and closeted/compromised deep-state cutouts and scions of satanic Banker-Intel Agency cartels, who held that powerful American office, as if it were all just a pornographic black comedy-show disguising deep existential/political realities much weirder and darker. As If.) or survey the hard-core truth of what the War In Ukraine and "the Western Response" to it is Actually All About, and what is more or less behind it and its patent insanity and evil, and i am then Totally Done. Beyond an occasional therapeutic blogscreed, there's nothing to be criticized or dwelt upon, commented on, period. Everything is trash and tinsel and organized folly. It is the moonlandin' and the depressing political assassinations and murder of Vietnam of the whole damn 60's all bleeding together, all bleeding into September, Nein-11, 2001 and the stubborn endless slaughter thereafter whose formal, sanctioned, tax-funded legal parameters are still to this day in place, because nobody likes a crazed jihadi terrist, in this timeline and narrative of ours, Amen. Anyone who buys this Yoo-crane rubbish, who buys any bit of this diseased parcel of horseflesh wrapped in State Typhus Blankets is an asshole or a shill, or just too gullible, in which last case we should try to be kind of gentle and understanding with them. But the same goes for the plandemic.
Nope, I've scarcely ever seen a more apropos or brilliant instructive analog or metaphor for the Nonsense and Evil Chicanery of our times, than a creature like Huffing Jojo Biden the anti-Corn Pop, and his devilish breed of inbred, old-world, old-money, bastard-infested politician clan, with his nasty selfie-taking son, with his taste for strippers, yoo-cranian and chinese bribes, and legal incest. Not Bill Clinton-Rockefeller, not either of the vicious Father-Son tandem of the Bush-Harriman cartel, not the sex-toy BHO of the despicable CIA cut-out parentage, not Donald Drumpf of the weird parentage and NYC Land Development and Construction Mafia links, with his presumable knowledge of how both to construct massive skyscrapers or destruct them...none of these rat-swine hybrids can really hold a flaming ceremonial skyscraper of Hollywood Level Production Values to the dismal, enfeebled, rotten-brained yes-man huckster, Joseph Biden, for telling one all they need to know about the current state of the fucking world. About the Central Truth of Human Government by Insidious Design and Secret Order, Lineage, and Committee.
What the Globalist Bat-Plague and Depop-Plandemic of Rabid Coronamadnus always directly betokened for me, personally, was an entry into a new order or period for the world, of rather more brazenly and deeply entrenched centralization of political control. A reification of the anglo-amerikan-occult philosophy of the World Scientific Dictatorship of Technocracy and Pharmacology. A manufactured fascism dependent on Phase One planned economic destruction/austerity reforms, and a very crude Diktat of Get Your Fucking Disney/Pfizer/Monsanto Vaccine and Booster Shotz Right Now or Risk Poverty, Unemployment and Social Ostracism as well as the Abrogation of your Right to Travel Freely, Right Now, You Weak, Woke and Helpless, Sterile Little Frog-Monkey Hybrid. A massive spooge across the bow of it all. Courownavarrus was always about what is To Come, a laying of a more formal groundwork of harsher conditions of austerity and cruel belt-tightening for human beings, and indeed also for their actual dreams and hopes and stuff. We simply outsourced this infernal plan-making, this more or less demonic 5-Year Plan Imperium of the Global State, to little, showcased, resonator punching bag-imps like (the AIDS-villain/Italianate bloodline devilkin) Fauci, and That Wonderful Hairless Klaus Ape of the WEF, and Cuomo and Bill Gates and the great Thomas Hanks, and Greta the Harpy, and for emotional kicks and Meme-magic, the collapsible limited hangouts who we know by their symbolic, cis-white male humanoid forms, Harvey Weinstein and Jeffrey Epstein. (Yes, all of this is actually inter-related, and if you had not made these awful connective tissue connections of the World Frankenstein Golem, then you are welcome, from the bottom of my heart and off the top of my literate head, you are very welcome) And to some weirder and more belligerently, lewdly insane extent, also this effort was outsourced to the exotic creature, the figure, OBE and Papal Knight, Jimmy Savile, and what's more, to the power-couple, Meghan Markle and her bastard-husband, The Red Prince. Tis all inextricably connected.
We could rightly refer to all these near-pointless, almost purely symbolic end-of-lifer emoticon-hominids Just Listed so effortlessly, as signaling, collectively, the start of the Bernard Francis Law-ification Era of Great and Noble Change Among the Old Guard-Patriarchy. Or the "controlled demolition" of this paradigm by the same old dark (cosmic, antediluvian?) forces who are so bloody expert at shape-shifting and rebranding, but who still remain there, leering at you from the shadows of each and every Institution. You might also
view all these torrid, lurid "Institution of the Patriarchy
Come-Uppances" as The Season of the Reveal, of the various Eminences
Grises Being Shuttled out front for their curtain call, but with many of
them sleazily, craftily being either already dead or well-impotent.
As i was saying before this irritating divagation on controlled demolitions and red herrings-limited-hangouts, hashtagMeThree/They/Them mass paradigm shifts in consciousness, Joseph Biden is clearly demented. Even further, he is likely meant to epitomize this same new tradition of the collapse of the old guard. He is quite noticeably beyond his expiration date and has literally already been put out to pasture before our very, weary, bugging eyeballs and national shame, confusion. He represents the precipitous decline of empire of this or that kind. The reason he roams around so fruitlessly in such an addled, enervated daze is because his sole function is to graze and to provide the world with a great perversion or holding pattern of schadenfreude and dread. He is a sick and demented black joke played on all of us and constantly aired in the human subconscious. A human has-been and re-run, and symbol of the doddering decline of the bipolar west, whatever that can de said to be at all, anymore. And if i damn well please, I'll repeat myself just like the politicians and pundits, the nauseating ciphers. It would not be nearly as foreboding, as ominous---The Implication of The Global State of Being Which is Allegorical in the form of Joe Biden---if the Vice-President next in line for this titular, now-merely symbolic office of highest "Global Hegemony, Lol" were not such a vile laughing stock of Pandering, Mascotting Resonator Female Hominid, Kamala Harris; Kamala Harris, whose Egregore-Function, whose Twilight Language Import and Impact, is Literally to remind us of ersatz globalist syncretism, perhaps, but Definitely of Fellatio, of sucking the penis of patriarchy in order to get a-Head. And in California, no fucking less, and from within their hideous, broken, corporate, criminal justice system. She is little more than Barack Hussein Obama, with a legitimate biological uterus and vagina, but with nothing like her wypipo-reared, HOPE-resonant, omni-sexual, light-skinnded, male counterpart's savoir faire.
I do truly believe that we are now witness to a calculated, elaborate controlled demolition, a new scene of artful limited hangouts: even the miserable spectacle of Hunter Biden with his errant laptop full of alleged child-trafficking type smut, is in its own way a lot of contrived rubbish. Very much like Jeffrey Epstein of the Stay-at-Home prison sentence and unpreventable suicide?, with his Little Black Book of Control Files randomly appearing on a NYC street corner to be scooped up by an innocent passer-by. You see, the modern human mind is considered by Master to be so scrawny and gullible, so ready for entertaining entrainment that it's given great and epic, neon MacGuffins to lead it down the path of surreality and prescribed narrative. Or maybe it's the White Hats leaving daring breadcrumbs, i really wouldn't know. All i know is that the writing is on all the walls, the POTUS is openly, disgracefully senile, and the VPOTUS, especially when she is speaking about The Moon to child actors, is a tittering, cackling lunatic, and this leaves very little wiggle room for the reality of our reality. But the most important thing, Jack, is that she's black and you ain't black if you didn't vote for the patrician from Delaware with the Yoo-Crane connects, and you need to do some pushups, you milquetoast pansy. I bet you believed all along in organized gangs of pedophile dark occultists who Channel the 9, frfr.
Jeff Epstein, Cosmopolitan Bachelor of the Month and also 21st Century
Magus Discojockeyus OBE, also Beyond Expiration Date, and Dead, but Still Available for Flogging
Archbishop Bernard Francis Law
Let us Never Forget The Grief and Agony of Robbie Parker, Bereaved Parent, PBUH
When trying to write about the big things and the big ideas, i always shoot my unfertile little load a bit early. I bust too soon into the fallow soil of our collective version, estimate, or simulacrum of reality. There's just no help or medication for it, really. I get bogged down with having an irresponsible level of knowledge and moral impetus. I am simply too pointy-headed, too inclined to read and research and deduce passionately on my very own from the endless data available to us in the digital information age; sadly, i am possibly even too big for my britches and lacking in false modesty, two things i've always struggled with. Before ever reaching any kind of valuable, share-able Content or point of logical or polemical conclusion, i simply want to collapse beneath the perverted and well-documented obviousness of it all, and can only finally muster the energy to try to make myself laugh. To keep from crying like a prisoner of conscience kept shackled in an outsourced, clandestine foreign prison. A casualty of extreme rendition of the mind and soul. Etc. and so forth.
Allow me then just to say that "Really Graceful" here
on Youtube has made another brave, well-meaning and effective video. Imho she is one of the best citizens available for consumption. This time
it's about "the real reasons" behind the baby formula shortage in the
USA, as near as she is able to get at such explanations. It is truly all
very gracefully connected, all of the modern things and stories, even without the help and the beautiful
effort of people like the woman who makes these videos. Transhumanism and Planned Parenthood gender-modification pills disseminated among the hoods to POC is to the more expansive Trans-Rights Sex-identity Alphabet Issue, as Celine Dion/Madonna is to Lilith, etc.
Allegorical Post-Script: It just so happens that i am currently a bachelor, a single man creeping close to the Last Maginot Line of Dreadful Male Spinsterism: 50 Years of Age. I chased young, fertile, reproducible female company for a spell too long, I'm afraid. Now reduced to trolling dating applications, i find my prospects bleak. So you can imagine the great fountains of joy that gushed forth in my chest three days ago when i visited the Dollar Store, hunting for cheap toilet paper before the next Hygiene Hoarding Crisis bound to come soon, and Lo, there was an astonishingly good-looking young blonde woman who i soon learned had at least 14 tattoos, and who locked eyes with me in an uncommonly bold fashion for creatures of her age and level of beauty, as i walked past, smiling at her obvious level of sauce, confidence, and rugged bone structure. In my experience, beauties like she simply don't know how to flirt anymore these days, primarily as a result of being able to curate every single aspect of their social and romantic existence through the internet and the giant smart phones fused to their hands, with their endless supply of perfect 10 Alpha-Chads, summonable at the grazing of any one of multiple buttons. The scene these days is like a duty-free bordello with no walls, boundaries or customs, with every beautiful nubile existing on a sliding scale of State-Temple Prostitution, especially since Coronavarrus hit, with its new and fertile gig-economy enticements of Cashapp, Venmo, and the timely-arriving platform known as "OnlyFans."
It was surprising enough that an ancient but still spry-moving and -looking gentleman like me would then have been able to strike up a very efficient bit of flirting at the credit-register with a beautiful young woman like her. But we did just that, with equal effort and apparently also pleasure. She asked me to come back and see her and her slyly grinning friend and coworker, who at one point flashed the fact of her tongue-jewelry. As i approached my car, this, her helpful friend, Amanda, came running up to me, and said, "Michelle wants to know if you're single? And here's her card, but it's her OnlyFans." The words "cum," and "cumming" were both prominently featured on the Bidness Card, and i hadn't ever even seen an OF card or yet still to this day purchased an OF subscription, despite having been enticed many, many times, purely through the habit, again, of searching for love and companionship on various dating applications and tending to focus on women who are at least 15-20 years my junior, and that for various, utilitarian, and completely justifiable, Real Reasons. In any case i had already decided that this most shocking and IRL!! flirtation was fun and rare, and authentic enough, that i would go home and call the Dollar General store to get Michelle's number. I told Amanda this had been my plan and she told me i should go ahead and probably do that, as well. The short of it is this: Within three days of what is called "Snap Chatting" (the use of a pernicious texting and communicating app based on Ephemeral and Thus Highly Casual and Libertine Messaging) i had learned that Michelle more than anything liked to be dominated and slapped around. In the bedroom that is. I still haven't met her because that isn't the sort of thing one does very quickly with a beautiful emigre from Texas like her who is going through a divorce and still houses her heroin junkie ex-husband-to-be, and also has a 3-year old son and an anxiety disease which she seeks to treat with mushrooms and percoset. No, such things are wisely played very closely and casually: especially when any suggestion of meeting is met with replies like "lol idk when i can make time, etc." given presumably because the beauty is definitely juggling like 5-10 other "Daddy Doms" and 9+-Scale-Alpha-Chads and will make time for you when she pleases, meaning when your larger-bodied betters are not available or forthcumming. I have not and will not look at or sub to her OF, it should go without saying. I'm the sort of dignified man that doesn't even capitalize "i." The last thing i read of her communique last night before she disappeared in mid-convo was "I am 100% a nasty girl. Are you aggressive in the bedroom? Will you slap me?"
I believe this is all related to the harsh realities of both The Similac Age, the High Development of the Scientific Dictatorship, The Plandemic of Gay Frogs, The Trans-humanism Program, as well as The Real Reasons for Everything, including all the many vicious lies of history, and why so many men are video-game addicted shut-ins, and are wearing beards and becoming ever more fastidious about their abdomens and grooming, if they are not sickly mesomorphs, see above.
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