Listless, and a bit suffocated by how vapid and unclean modern reality has become, i lay in bed in me newest silken jammies and scrolled me news-feed:

"Wisconsin Covid-19 deaths and hospitalizations hit records as cases soar"

(...WI: currently a flashpoint of everything scary. Everything is record-hitting and soaring and police brutality. Get out of WI while you still can.)

"A family of 7 lost their home in Washington's wildfires. Then they all got Covid-19"

(...When it burns, it incinerates and infects, i guess. Possibly all the grown-ups with jobs as copy and headline editors were burned to death in these fires. Now their flippant teen-aged babysitters have the job.)

Unsurprised, i see the chief top news item is about this measly coronavirus (update, 1:25am EST: the covid has now infiltrated the corpus of the POTUS and also of his wife, reportedly). Yessir this allegedly dire flu/respiratory disease which is no longer just perceptibly, but now Blatantly the New Non-11: in other words, if we wish to enter Heaven, where surely only honest and sentient beings are allowed, then we must all agree that Covid-nonteen is a fresh new system of existential terrorism and extortion, branded and deployed by the lunatic Super Powers of the world and tolerated by their miserable vassal states who can do nothing else. But yet and wonderfully, it still remains a global pandemic with a very poor reputation, indeed, among actual people, among the great proletariat. There, it exists on a sliding scale of credibility between, on one end, something as silly and unbelievable as The Story of Those Three NYC Towers Collapsing in 2001 Just Bc an Aero-plane struck Two of Them, and on the other end, the veracity of the words of a murderous schizophrenic who is on the lam. In short, we have known for some time that the Novel Coronavirus 19 is approximately as real as the POTUS-slaying magic bullet of Dallas, Texas, or the April 4, 1968 alibi of Jesse Jackson. It is every bit as real (judged in this sense for its "reality" not by whether it Exists but by the excessively flipped-out, alarmist, and economy-slaughtering severity and scope of world governments' responses) as the official story explaining the deaths of Kobe Bryant and his bride, Princess Diana.

When trying to consciously feel better about The World, I used to prate that because of Nein-11, 2001, at least all the simpletons and the rabidly disingenuous sophists had been drawn into the open and could be easily identified. They were the ones who believed the official story. Or could not be bothered to supply a logical alternative, presumably bc they had things to do, or diplomas to earn. But Finally there was a litmus test for basic intellectual competence, and maybe for a political consciousness that went beyond the usually mindless and egotistical act of "voting," or arguing about voting. But those egregious lemmings didn't wear a mask to prove and demonstrate just how gullible they were. Just how freely committed they were to attending the New Millennium Lobotomy-Ball and Blood Goblet Raffle, and performing the steps of that old Ba'al-summoning masquerade dance. These days, it is just so tragic and bizarre to see young men and women at the peak of their virility and disease immunity, walking here and there outside all masked up, their eyes just barely gleaming above their diapers, like cell phones in low power mode. It makes a non-lemming sad. Yet the sight of these modern and more thoroughly traumatized lemmings offers the advantage of being able to physically determine just how effective, how dominant the hustle and mind control program has become. Now it's matured into a full-fledged paradigm.

At least half the college students i regularly observe wear their masks in the wide open, sparsely trafficked air, when they do not need to and when it can only disturb and distress others, and remind them of the great gloominess of the whole global production. No reminders are needed at all, by this point: everyone can agree on that. You might wonder what happened to the fearlessness and independent-mindedness of college-age youths. I myself do not.

"If I told you their names...I don't think you'd sleep so well."

Headline: Just a great big satanic Plandemic hatched by the premier evil faction skulking inter-generationally behind the world’s pettier, competing sub-factions. A real sort of endless global terror-horror show it is said to be....despite its very shabby death toll. Shabby unless we are talking about poorer elderly folk who were forcibly shut into their Care Homes to fester in close quarters among their dangerous medical preconditions all together, intimately, with a great number of these deaths occurring in The Empire State of NY, where the world's most iconic but mysteriously vulnerable Towers once stood, but which seemed to be quite healthy and durable until that Day of the Official Story, yes, true.

Shabby mortality rates for sure, and unworthy of the name Pandemic, unless we are talking about apparent death tolls in poor and underdeveloped countries with comparatively shaky mortality recording practices, and fraught health care institutions which rely on the patronage and marching orders of those in the developed countries, as well as on perpetual international banking credit and their attached austerity plans. Unless we are talking about northern Italy that was hit so hard early on, for some reason, and where The Black Nobility surely still reign. Combined with all these legitimately terrible forest fires and the persistent Red-Blue/conspicuously racial animus engulfing the West and most especially its flagship, The Gutty America, the picture that emerges, even if carelessly photo-shopped, is bleak and frightening for the whole planet.

Even many of the job-having primates still employed in the standard, gibbering, moribund, moronic “news media” have begun remarking openly that the world seems preoccupied with "Apocalypse," the word, but also the concept it embodies, of some dreadful imminence.

General Greta, Patron Saint of Uber Eats and Only Fans, Fierce Leader of the advance wave of the Covid Menace Paradigm Shift and Front-line War of Attrition, Vaccination, Austerity, Scarcity, and Travel Badging. She will Brow-beat and Quarantine you and other skeptics to Death, you Vermin

People have for a while been calling the previously mentioned, lurking mega-faction “The Globalists.”

Around here we do not believe in The Global Mud Flood, necessarily, but we do have faith in Logic

Yessir people love their fumbling, pigeon-holing short-hand. They need to flail about with clunky language and attempt to make sense out of the obvious, giant evil madness of their current condition. The condition can be described as serfdom on a morbid, slave-breeding bordello of a creaking, carbon-heated world, and cough also the SCIENCE of it all is just overwhelming everywhere you look, so. The tidy, determinist science of cancel-culturing doom and social unrest, for instance. It's alla pendulum, see. The youth of today is The Most Youthful Ever, and super-informed. They're about that fairness and polyamory and dismantlin the Capitalism. They adhere to The Science of the studied, academic perfection of dialectical materialism and the esteemed fad of Slumming Among the Disfranchised, and adoring the Disfranchised's aesthetic and artistic forms regardless of how shamefully ugly and grossly, commercially contrived they may be, and ultimately only truly profitable to the Producer/Owner Class in CA and NY. Despite how regressively animalistic, sensualist, and low vibrational the forms obviously are. Being in this way just an aesthetic/cultural variation on the Theme of Perpetual, Year-Long Organized Sports/Alpha Male Worship. A (altogether conspicuously racialized, Black) "Body Positivity" that is much more navel-worshiping Monomania than Positivity, and which (very profitably for Whitey) smokes out and strangles the pneuma or soul or higher idealism.

This-is-what Woke-modernized sexual objectification Looks Like. If you do not know what "WAP" means, ask any 10 year old.

Science for instance. Like the scientific, measurable, reproducible certainty of a surge in reactionary white Karens everywhere, and the scientific/sociological, inevitable-historical reasonableness of all the widespread cultural affection for these droning and depressing rap-hop sounds. Like The Science of the Unquestioned Predominance of the circular, endless seasons of sphere-dominating sportball all over the globe, and of the fusillade of Games and Shows and Streaming Divertissements, a feverish, curated interest in which products has begun to replace the personalities of many young people. But so rarely are we ever any damn good at making these attempts towards a sense that is not reinforced by the wisdom of the sacrosanct whore's madame or Temple Priest of Science. It's all "Islamic Blowback" and "Justifiable Rage of The Black Underclass Against The Police." It's all sexual fetishism and Identity Mania supported not only by revisited chemical-psychological analyses, but also by the obscene practices of Planned Parenthood when they dispense gender reassignment drug cocktails, and almost always in neighborhoods of color. It’s no wonder so few of us can make any sense at all out of the past four years, with all the well-organized distractions and all the children on drugs and the parents behaving like children and all the regular rumors of Plague and social fracture. With the effects still being felt from the vicious trauma of the 8 years of the Very Black Hat Obama Administration and their program of high-tinsel "mass shootings," and their fiendish nursing and goading of race-tension...

None of this is very organic at all. Notice how people Love to use this adjective these days: "organic." In this Age of Grotesque Hoaxes/Synthetic Modalities and Events. It's similar to how young people reflexively, habitually say the ridiculous phrase, "I'm not gonna lie" just before giving the most basic of opinions. They're groping for sincerity, authenticity, but also for the right to be paid attention to bc increasingly, everyone is such a distracted and self-absorbed and judgmental mental case. These fashionable words reflect our hunger for objective truth and a viable, vetted, collective reality of substance, because these things which are so spiritually essential to us are now not just scarce, they are hunted down and exterminated. IMHO.

Katrina: I would much sooner call this a targeted regional Pogrom, and also Weather Warfare, before calling it a "natural disaster." Wbu?

I personally spent between 15-25 hours researching, analyzing, and writing about the events of Charlottesville. It was not a "race riot." It was a wilful organizing of a race-tension Spectacle that closely followed a script of Cold-War Era "Operation Gladio" style programs. It was equal parts unnecessary, and Conscious Failure of state responsibility, and pure fake-ass theater. It was so very highly instructive, perhaps especially as a primer for understanding that there do really appear to be Opposing Factions at war in places of power and high governance. "Racists and anti-racists" on the ground in this old college town were merely pawns, bit players. VICE news media, the several obvious documentarian shills placed with cameras at convenient angles and locales, and the several Known Confidential Informants seeded throughout the "opposing camps" of ANTIFA and "Patriot Proud Boys," etc: These were the critical actors and players, in addition to the regional politicians and the conniving ACLU. Nothing like that unmitigated street-brawling should have ever occurred in an organized society worth its name, especially when the event was widely and fully expected to happen, which was the ostensible reason that VICE was on hand to make their fine little documentary, and why and how combatants/activists on the Left were paid and bused into the scene. The crowning incident with the alleged death of Heather Heyer by the Dodge Charger Steve McQueening in and out of the "kill box" one-way street scene: that was simply hysterical, psychotic rubbish and falls apart under the slightest scrutiny for being the nakedly professional job that it was.

You could learn more about contemporary American Political Theory and Practice by studying the events in Virginia for 10 earnest hours online than you could by earning a whole Poli-Sci degree at the University itself. Charlottesville was a staging grounds for Proxy Warfare, and the fact that the vaunted Institution of Journalism asked None of the critically Obvious, Ethical Questions about how and why it all happened like that---that is, with the authorities standing down all day long---is some of the best proof I've seen in my life of how totally worthless and bankrupt that dead Institution truly is. Journalists tend to be an incredibly obedient, vain, and stupid breed of person; and the younger the journalist, the worse that condition. This means that as a democratic society, we are quite fucked if we're going to rely on the so-called Fourth Estate or Independent Press. The work being done on the marginal internet, and by individuals who don't operate under a mast-head, is the only legitimate work of public inquiry, of the check against the abuses of state power. It's that simple.

Now if the chief top news item in the trough isn’t about the dread rubbish plague of Now and Forever/Just Mask up and Face it, Selfish Traitors, then of course it’s about “Imperator Trump,” The Grand Vizier of All White Devilry, whose racist wickedness we’re constantly told the modern world has never seen the likes of.

As if old Hitler and Leopold and The Bush Cartel and Cointelpro, Jonestown, Katrina, the ATL Child Murders, Nein-11 and all the mind-controlled assassins and mind controlled serial murderers, and ritually snuffed out pop entertainer-celebrities, and the Hollywood satanism and organized pedophile rings/culture didn’t exist, none of them, ever. The evil incarnate that is The Hollywood Biff of the Back to The Future Franchise, namely Donald J. Trump, Great But Unremarked Upon-Friend of The Levant and The Near-Orient and Various Mafias In Between, is The Biggest Thing. He is Pharaoh himself so do not get it twisted or whatever. He is trending big always. The smoke is bright and colorful, and the curtain nondescript, I suppose. And yet....when seemingly All of Hideously Corrupt and Even Evil Corporate Media seems arrayed against The Donald, can we not begin to see him as...somehow, in some way potentially redeemable? This is just an idle thought that I happen to have put many hours of thought into, so please do not hate me. I do not See Color, you see, and that includes The Donald's outlandish Orange. I also have no taste for low-hanging fruit and By God they are shoveling that shit at us at an epic pace. The only more anodyne or facile thing than saying "I hate Trump" is saying "Black Lives Matter," even when you're not being threatened by a smelly mob of skinny-jean types.

...So what I'm saying is who really wants or needs a cursed motherfucking news feed.

These brainless covid reports. Like routine wellness checks on the mentally ill to see if we haven’t become sane yet. A new finicky set of unimpressive numbers every day.

"Johnson Family Nearly Gets Coronavirus All Inside Their Bodies: Here Is a Number Set Describing How Many People in The Johnson Family of Kenosha had Developed Covid-like Symptoms Shortly Before They Went Bankrupt and Began Their Only Fans Page and Then Their Cat Died But it Was Unrelated, Probably Coyotes"

Now when I see one of these Daily, Hourly, lurid but anemic “perpetually surging death toll” Headlines (according to a new, or just repetitively pointless, or simply dishonest metric) from the MSM/Reuter’s/AFP/Thought Control Organs of Taste, all i can imagine is an annoying, sugar-bloated, not very bright child constantly chattering to Me, the sensible but weary parent, about how there Really Is A (ravenous) Monster Under the Bed and in the Closet too, and that the Obvious and Sane response is to prevent anyone from traveling to or from every country in the world. But also, bc the monster is so big and supernaturally deadly, that I need to surrender X-number of my basic existential and political rights to happiness and emotional well-being, and the exercise of my nature as a loving, social primate. To give up my faith in a credible Science or in professional classes, as such, who deserve my respect. To surrender my faith in good faith political argument among well-read, earnest and even better-read, intellectual citizens, and in Society itself. And also I must accept a mandatory monster vaccine, probably, with strange new technology in it or whatevs. Fucking kids these days. How closely the majority of them resemble their parents.

All very embarrassing and obnoxious and inimical to a healthy life (but especially to those of children and the elderly) and then there’s the Operation Gladio Race Tension Program that eats away at my faith in everything, and certainly in the intelligence of the average stooge-citizen who has been methodically trained to love and believe in strife, chaos and drama, and in the academic Gods of Headlines and Received Medical Wisdom. Yea this race tension Program where The Communiss have been cleverly replaced by The Other Racial Group, and every third or fourth white girl under 35 has been more or less conditioned to be a self-avowed Snow Bunny, and no white fella of the same age can ever stop prattling in a black brogue about this rap music (and the nihilist/materialist/macho popular culture which forms its suspending architecture or seed bed)... I say prattling about this "rap music," a grossly commercialized sound-form that functions like loathsome and enervating pornography targeted at the very soul of society. Good job America. It is all connected; the things i've written in this paragraph are well-considered and happen to matter, they aren't simple peevishness, etc.: "Culture" has by focused, decades-long design changed, warped, and infected our "Politics." It is all clearly the methodical black magical social engineering of anomie and of Division and Control. We're being trained as radicals and to be obstinately devoted to what we perceive as our Beliefs and Camps, and we've been taught that yelling is cool and badly overdue, and that violence is now finally a valid means of effecting one's political/moral ideas. But the empty pot makes the loudest noise, I hear, especially when it is ritually banged all day and night long.

There's a kind of cynical, broadly anti-human Root-Racism operating here in front of us---but in deeply disguised, misleading, red herring shadow form---that makes a person just want to give up and go to bed with mommy and her jewels, and dream of the bygone eras when telemetric mind control was not yet perfected, and social media hadn't been cooked up yet in the cauldron, and Anderson Cooper was still a precious baby boy, and The Weather Underground was still heroic, and none of the Panthers were yet known to be or thought to be compromised, and all the Klansmen wore their rings and robes politely in public so that you could identify them.