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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Edward Robert Hughes, "Whispers on the Wind," 1911

It could all be rubbish,

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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The Redcoats are Everywhere Inside the Gate! Hide the Meat or Eat it Quickly Before It Makes you Mysteriously ill

 "Every day I'm amazed at how little people are amazed."

...(To be clear, our great man, Nate, "Canadian Prepper," isn't referring here to "little people," but instead to how little clue we have, how unmoved by the state of things we tend to be. Then he charmingly calls us Normal C. Normans.)

The role of the town crier is to keep telling people they had better wake the fuck up. There's a fire! You're almost late to your wonderful job! The goddam Windsor-Saxe-Coburg-Gotha's with their crazed, genetics-and-peerage-obsessed british israelism, and sinister wealth holdings and control of international media and foreign governments and NGO's Are Coming!

Cameron Brooks, Rest in Peace. Most legit, energetic, virtuous Social and Economic Justice Activist and Soldier I ever knew. He passed with graceful poetry to kick off Labor Day weekend.

The world's forests and abutting, recalcitrant, high-value Hawaiian residential zones are currently being burned up and down by demonic arsonists. And it's some enormous, but unalarming chutzpah, considering how much they say they love trees and hate carbon. They hate complex, mobile, carbon-based life forms, is more like it. You can choose any term you please to describe their religious beliefs: kabbalists, sataniss, luciferians, dark occult pedo devil-worshipers, Thelemites gone wild, Theosophiss with rank and money, bloodline-blood-drinking black magic practitioners, etc., because the terminology doesn't matter nearly as much as the material effects of their plans and continuous sadistic actions, rolling out each and every news cycle. Planned "disaster capitalist" mass murder of poor and dark-skinned people and the great lumpen middle class multi-racial masses living check to check, at least 65% of us; and the release of genetically engineered mosquitoes (life-tampering God-complexes equals a kind of satanism, in my opinion) that appear to be giving people meat allergies already, right on schedule, around the world and in places where there are no ticks (how coincidental to the over-arching plans for future human austerity programs of the Greta variety). Very cleverly released---if one views these timelines cynically or while awake---right before the release of the plandemic, very clever, like news-dumping bad stories on a Friday afternoon so people don't notice them. Makes me in hindsight that much more curious about Milagra de Mier, the Florida mom-activist who fought against the release of the mosquitoes, who went to D.C. for a related junket or conference and ended up dead in her hotel pool.

"Mila," Mother of at least three

So-called "preppers" are nothing less than town criers. And so are people who are into para-politics, people of my beloved community who take the more mature, well-informed historical stance of the "Conspiracist View of History" as opposed to the academic, pompous and willfully blind "Great Man View of History." That second view of history brings us Lindsey Graham and Mitch McConnell, and Donald Drumpf, and The Ukrainian Prince and dotard, Joseph Biden, and that arrogant tan motherfucker who used NLP techniques and the Golden Philosophy of Organized, Viral-Video-Psy-Ops-Based Racial Antagonism, for 8 straight years recently on fluoridated, impressionable but otherwise more or less decent americans, that man from Hawaii and Chicago LOL, who preposterously claimed he got an earned degree from Columbia University though his professors couldn't remember him, and was then given a telling sinecure at Harvard Law, that grinning Big House servant with manifestly dodgy credentials and agent-parents: The Great Uniter known as "BHO" among the dangeruss and easily infiltrated, entrapped and coerced alt-right community. The CIA dude of CIA parentage, with the homo-erotic daily daydreams and amusing birth certificate, which mad documentary cuteness was itself probably an origin-story psy-op just to muddy the waters and create chaos from the gitgo.

Oh where to begin, where to end. Lymphomas and other cancers are spiking like crazy among everybody but very unpleasantly among young people, but nobody talks about it because then you'd have to dig into the medical industry and perhaps then stop all that sweet cash from flowing into the Terminal Illness Treatment and Pharmacological View of Medicine sectors. Nobody talks about that except actual people, like little cranky me who just lost a friend suddenly who was running for city council on behalf of working people, and died of lymphoma this morning after being diagnosed on August 17. I have to talk about cancer-spikes and the fucking plandemik because the attractive hyena news presenters and politicians are pathetic, morally polluted Yes-coprophagics and mammonists, actively bribed and/or controlled, or simply morons. The wealthiest and most sinister honey-trapping devils in the world are in the oil and pharmaceutical and MIC sectors. All three of which are merged by incest and probably a love of anime and satanic rappers. But the Cultic Brotherhood of the White-Coats is global, eternal.

Meanwhile Tucker Carlson: whose father looked for all the verld like he was a very successful and influential intelligence asset of the highest order: that is to say, the most nondescript and unmentioned order, whose offspring then becomes a bigger, more front-facing, internet and cable-era deal....meanwhile Tucker leaves FOX but is still getting loads of money from them....and hops aboard Mars Imperator Elon Musk's "X" platform, and immediately interviews somewhat edgy but still Company Man, Ice Cube, in an attempt to establish non-racist bona fides, and also interviews the strange, imo somewhat dodgy-seeming dissenter or apostasist from within the ranks of the Anglo-saxon-globaliss military hegemon, Colonel Douglas MACGregor (bloody violent Scotsmen war-clans and their bloodlines, Jesus on the cross and wilding in the Temple, help us now)...and now TC is on the record on some podcast as saying categorically that the US will be in a hot war with Russia within the next year, iirc while mentioning a "Gulf of Tonkin" incident. I have yet to watch that interview but the analysis i did watch seemed to mention that Vietnam, Jim Morrison's Daddy language. Anyway, who the fuck knows, this Mockingbird Renegade Mega-Theater business is admittedly confusing and i want to believe there are still valid free and moral agents who have somehow managed to survive and come out sort of clean.

I'm reasonably proud to be a member of the mostly online community of independent, free thinkers and moralists of the collapsing verld. But it's also disgusting how right we've been for so long, on all the best and most pressing subjects, while constantly being demonized by the loathsome hacks in journalism and the MSM, and their federal masters with their awful handbooks filled with annually tweaked ugly names and flagrant, lumped-together misrepresentations for us. You should be proud of yourself too, you weird, plainly obvious tea-leaves reader and cunspeercie theeriss. Though it's never been easier to look into the future than it is right now in the middle of this high dark occult, black mirror-scrying blazingfast Internet Age.



 

The anniversary of the almost certain ritual sacrifice of the Moon Goddess' earth-cognate, "Princess Die," was August 31. It's interesting that the father of her collaterally well-damaged lover happened to die the day before, on August 30, 2023. He was a particularly mouthy and explicitly accusatory father, in his mourning of his son, and for the rest of his life afterwards.

There's a rumor I started the other day, that since i first asked for donations in such an aggressively churlish and indecent way, after many years of bitching and scribbling in gratis literatus blog-form, i have still only received monetary support from two very working-class and kind-hearted people. The rumor sadly is true. I apologize for not yet properly monetizing the blog, or embedding the customary means of charity-links, or moving to a different platform where donations are more secure. But still, here are my generally cell-phone-centric handles/addresses for sending aid, if you should like to donate anything. Though I promise to keep writing and delivering all the best good news, moralizing and opinions, even in the poverty you continue to impose upon me.

my cashapp handle:

$natteaze

and here too is my Venmo: 

 

 @natteaze

Excerpt from my rip-offs of Letters From Earth, the Divine Comedy, and The Naked Ape. Pertaining to abstract sexual relations.

 

"Men, when they so often speak of female "moods," are in general being thoughtless dullards, as they often are, and biased, as these mortal high ape creations often are, more broadly.

'Don't men also have moods?' The men ask, as if to stress that women are weaker in dealing with theirs.

But I'm a more logical and empathetic sort of high male ape. I've realized that if I were able to entirely support and grow hoomin (hue-man) life in my stomach, and then suffer the agonies of birth and releasing my precious child into arguably sick and evil society, I would be moody too. It would at the start even be something like an 8-10 month fluctuating mood, at times resembling insanity, terror and Precious Body-horror, and at least a stark unreasonableness, and it would all be justified. All these shifting tectonic emotions. Even for some time afterwards.

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It's only ugly and equitable then to discuss menses, if we're going to bab-ble about moods somewhat coherently. For several days a month, every grown woman is subject to a chronic biological moodiness, (madness) as a forced and painful cave-cleaning of key internal organs, emotions, and the mental state. Some women in particular suffer a typhoon of irritability, and a blind monsoon of surliness and the will to argue, and others still more severely affected appear to be possessed by foul spirits. I sometimes in writing call it The Lilith Period, jokingly, you understand, just simply because one old ex-girlfriend of mine was so mean and crazy during this mechanical shedding of her uterine wall.

A biological process they never signed up for, and had nothing to do with. Whereas men have nothing even remotely similar, as a trial of their intrinsic biology, let alone such a regular one. If only women could use a somehow unstainable sock instead of expensive sanitary sponges, and Midol, we might be somewhat more equal in our pain and sporadic autonomic madness. Apart from the barbaric, thankfully singular ritual practice of circumcision, there's just no natural corollary between these two experiences. Indeed, men often run away during their partner's visit from Aunt Lilith, and do things they enjoy, outright, and chortle with the boys, often making fun of their periodically hateful, bleeding women. Those poor women with their eternal wound, and the burden of dealing with sillyass fucking men.

(Ah, circumcision: a deeply, inarguably necessary ritual---almost like Abraham's, but more symbolic---of ancient cleanliness and deference to theology that's best left to a parenthetical mention, and the (hopefully biological) men in short white robes. A word that's almost, almost laughable for its clinical breeziness. Anything ending in -ion must be good, carry on and so mote it be)

But... in some old-timey cultures, both men and women are prey to the cringey, ceremonial, forcible tearing of one's vulnerable, youthful genitals which the "westerners" call circumcision. In any case, medical or otherwise, and for the google record, I'm not one of these individuals who believes that the "wo" in "women" is related to the womb, as such, when thus used, intoned, and then spelled, because I've researched the unmystical etymology of these important wards.

Anymore though, because of our general spiking stupidity as a species, women increasingly aren't even in touch with their own organic processes and menses. Some of them probably think they bleed out of their pussies and suffer grueling cramps and emotional turbulences every month just because men suck, and dominate medicine now since the long centuries of Witch-hunting, and produce the factories that produce the tampons, sponges, and weirdly cheap painkillers, and may perhaps even enjoy their suffering, just as they do earning more money than and from them.

Surely in the future we won't need wombs anyway, because of Science."