Memoirs of A Shadow-Event Easily Shunted into the Void

 

This story right Here. I seriously, sincerely encourage Secret Sunners and answer-diggers of any kind to potter about the charred mouth of this enchanted rabbit-hole. Consider plunging right into it, even if there's not much to go on. If you make it to the end of this web-log post, (and i thank you if you do, and even suggest it would be time not wasted, because i know you're a curious, well-read, clever, quite effective person) then you will find a happy treat!: The painting allegedly done by Arnav Gupta, our courageous if insensible arsonist at the gates of government. The painting is unusual, filled with symbolic figures and a Trumpian King on a Throne of Swords, spanking a woman, as well as not very cryptic freemasonic, standard occult and hindu symbols, Wheels and flags, and various caricatures of powerful men of history. Gupta was a man with a sense of symbols and a taste for childish pastiches; he may even have been seething with the energies of the blazing star, and kept a journal like Sirhan Sirhan, who is to say? Now, if you have not seen the actual footage yourself, then you are herewith barred from offering any opinion of a "scientific or forensic" nature on the incident: say, as to whether or not he Is In Fact ignoring his flaming condition, how long he does so, and whether or not he's wearing protective gear of any kind. He is ignoring it; he does so for several impossibly controlled moments and even appears to exercise volition of movement at one point, even apart from the many steps he takes; and he is Not wearing fire retardant clothing. Here's the raw footage, it is completely nuts, and no amount of exoteric sense can be grafted onto the situation:

 

 

Fire Walk With Me

 

 

The Perambulating Pyre of President's Park gets a hand from security, yet appeared not to need one

 

 

Brahminic, well-to-do 33 year old, cough, resident of BETHESDA, sputter, MD, calmly immolates hisself around noon at ELLIPSE, cackle, Park. It's hard if not impossible to find a precedent in history for anyone having the grit to set themselves on fire and then walk for several moments with full and painless body control, until security, etc., douses him in fire extinguishing foam. Very stern stuff. This all happened as Mueller was hemming and havering in his prescribed duty of rebuking the POTUS for his alleged involvement with Russian Hacking efforts that were said to have helped DT win the presidency.

Arnav (a name meaning "water," or "stream" "or "wave") Gupta (surname meaning "governor or protector") disappears and his family alerts the police, by 9:30am, May 29. Police post a message online saying they and the family are concerned for Gupta's safety and well-being. The post appears too late, as by this time Gupta has burned up in the park. He dies later that night at hospital. This entire item about the family immediately reporting the son's absence and their concern, as well as the agreeable police response of posting something (too late) about this one random runaway 33 year old ..all seems a bit odd to me, personally. But i'm no expert in the bylaws of missing person's procedures in the capital city.

 

 

 

Ellipse Park is also called "President's Park." The area where he innocently caught fire, by a fence looking directly into the Oval Office, is known as a staging grounds for political protest. President Trump was in fact "working in the Oval office at the time," around noon. He naturally was able to, and logically did in fact, see this fiery display, or sacrifice. But is a sacrifice a very good or fit sacrifice, if it's chemically lobotomized or somehow mind-controlled? That's a pertinent question, in those 2019 and these 2021 times of mass, coercive, societal fat-cutting under the Coronamadnus Paradigm, and with federal prosecutors investigating human trafficking ending up dead back then on Florida beaches, and all them celebrities, some of them upset about State-and-elite-child trafficking rings, deciding to hang themselves from fans and doorknobs, and some others of them with dog collars on the anniversary of their Madoff father's arrest, after they had agreed to turn evidence against them. Such a rich variety of pertinent questions, rotting on the vine.

Ovals and ellipses and the zodiac, nearing the beginning of summer and the end of the month of May. Fire and Water. Possible mind-control/Voice of Gawd tech. What happened there could be interpreted, additionally, as a distinct brand of traditional mockery of Christ and in the biblical case, of his ministrations by the healing pool, of a man who he told to take up his mat and walk away, because his ailments prevented him from walking to the pool.... If you happen to view modern hollywood entertainments with a careful or even Christian-sympathetic mind and eye, then such an interpretation of the Death Theater at President's Ellipse Park would not seem so strange or alarming. It's been many yearly ellipses since i've seen any hollywood depiction of a Christian that was not completely and consciously unflattering, and most often meant to make Christians look like stereotyped fanatics: eternal enemies of wokeness and the like. Anyway.

"Bethesda" appears only once in all the bible. It is a healing pool of water at the "sheep gate," or market gate accessible by the rabble, the masses. Jesus performed a miracle here in contravention of the diktats of the sanhedrin. Fwiw, the word means "House of Mercy." The fence where the various protesting menfolk (see below) shot or burnt theyselves up is certainly a point of symbolic, at least, access to the seat of government/apex of society/the capital city. An interface between the rabble, or sheep, and the men of real power, and their canny mothers, concealed cult-leaders, etc.

Perhaps in an attempt by his murderers/handlers/occult manipulators to really gild the grisly lily, Gupta wore a USA Olympics jersey. I think it was a basketball jersey. Another potential rabbit-hole right there, perhaps, but also just cheeky, jabbing symbolism indicating some supernal, hot changing of phase for the land-and-destiny-tulpa known as A-Merica. Through "Ellipse park" and the interstitial phases implied by Noon and the turning of the month And season (May/June; Spring/Summer), we seem to be faced with a Thematic Phase-Transformation through Immolation: a message sent by some faction to the faction nominally headed by Trump.

Already that year, a man had set himself on fire in a WHEELchair, right near the same area where the public can face the White House. The year before, an Alabama man had pulled a gun near the same posturing and political message-sending zone by the fence, and fired off some shots, "not at the White House," then killed himself. It's worth mentioning that in the previous POTAL span, a black-robed high priest, a member of the SCOTUS named Antonin Scalia, was rather obviously murdered while staying at a most dodgy resort getaway far into the desert, iirc, with his hands placed in mummy-pharaohnic style across his chest, Rest In Internecine Warfare, or Peace, if you like. Nothing unusual about that, and only crazy redneck assholes and right-wing yahoos would say otherwise.

Also during Trump's one term, a congressional train carrying major Republican congressional figures en route to a definitely partisan, democrat-barred pow-wow was cutely derailed, by, iirc, some dump-truck being near or across the tracks. Nothing to see there, i suppose, either. Just your average sort of unforeseeable wrinkle in der plot of the obvious normalcy of all things, and easily explained.

Have you noticed that the MSM, the oligarchy- and blue-blood owned Newspaper and TV News and wire-industry outfits, excel at nothing more than reporting on events where there is nothing to see at all, particularly in the investigative, follow-up sense, despite many of the events being so cosmically god damned Weird, on their face? These lazy creatures are not even capable of finding an honest Physics Professor or sky-scraper architect in either 2001 or the decades since, though many still do exist, all over the world. Nothing to see anywhere, except mindless, empty, inexplicable LONE NUTS and TERROR!! and after those episodes, the ensuing wars of dialectical aggression, neatly and inevitably unfolding for generations to come, supplying gas, oil, opium and ever-flowering new opiate derivatives for the suffering people of the world. But especially the suffering people of Kentucky and West Virginny.

Don't get me started on Charlottesville, either, where not a single credible journalist was ever found to be present during the Great Synthetic Race Fracas of 2017. Despite all the heavy preliminary advertising of that VICE-videographed Race Tussle to End all Race Tussles. None of those slow, feckless motherfucking journos ever made it to Virginia, apparently.

Same as with the bizarre shooting on Trump's first birthday in office, the same day that the Grenfell Towers in London appeared to burn down but with rather questionable forensics, time-lines, casualty rolls, and openly hinky and seemingly hand-picked narcissist-politicos being used as "eye witnesses" to provide TV testimony about how the fires represented a failure on the part of British political authorities to treat and house minority-poor citizens well. It became a social justice matter of wokeness, even though property-wrangling and -development issues related to gentrification seemed to figure key in the anomalies of the day and its polished, woke, post-narrative...Rather Like such issues do commonly arise in suspected cases of real estate speculation-arson, including even in the matter of mass property-burning during BLM riots here in the USA, acts of reported "woke outrage arson" that some observers felt smelled and looked very very hinky, considering so many of those buildings were locally and black-owned...

 

Happy Birthday, Tower King

 

 

Moving on and in any case, Repub congressman Steve Scalise, Trump's ally, was perforated by the three-named out-of-town lone nutgunman who calmly strode onto the congressional "soft-ball" game-field, wielding a terrifying long-gun, before being taken down by the police. Scalise and another Repub congressman could have both been taken out that day, again, which was Trump's b-day. The other representative, iirc, was the co-sponsor for a controversial bill that essentially claimed or sought to go after human traffickers, and stipulated for the total, legal state seizure of their assets.  A seeming shot across the bow, at the time, and something that generated a whole lot of support for Trump, across fields of the political spectrum. Obviously there is no reason to weigh in here, finnicky reader, with some dim comment about how Orange Man Bad, because that valuation is irrelevant for our purposes as occult detectives who are not hopelessly asleep at the wheel. No, no, same as with the Elliptical Burning Man Incident. Nothing to see in any of those cases, whatsoever, we are expected to think.

 

 

So, several presumed fire-or-bullet sacrifices on DT's first birthday in office. Some here, some back in the old anglo-saxonic-cthonic country. Then through his term, three people kill themselves or otherwise do serious self-harm, at precisely the point where political protest is designated to take place before the White House, and exactly where the POTUS himself could in theory, and on May 29 in actual practice, see the protest results. 

 

From a sort of rubbishy and trite listicle on Gupta and his peculiar, eventual transformation into a reasonably unhinged "artist" and "political poet," whose quite strange fictionalized treatment of Obama-era presidential politics is still available online, for a fee, and which includes mention of a "CIA draftee..."   :

"Arnav Gupta appears to have expressed his political ideas in artwork and in writing. His website, called Arnamania, depicts a few pieces of artwork he says he created. He lists the prices as being fantastically high, from $7,000 to $10 million.

In the bio section, Gupta wrote that he was born in New Delhi, India, raised in the D.C. suburbs and that he was living in the Bay Area of California. It’s unclear if he was actually living on the west coast; the Montgomery County Police referenced him as a Bethesda resident. The bio continues, “After a fulfilling career in the intersection of Education, News-Media, Artificial Intelligence, and Global Politics, the artist now enjoys working on less weightier subjects such as nature-scapes, wildlife, and portraiture. He aspires to one day write fantasy literature in the mold of his favorites: C.S. Lewis, J.R. Tolkien, and Roald Dahl.”

 

And there we have an appearance of that War-time/Cold War-era Intelligence Agent and stud-muffin-cum-world-beloved but still vile-seeming children's author, Roald Dahl. Surely this creative detail is irrelevant. As are the Christian and Alchemical Age of Man themes implied by the other two authors, or not.

So what message was being sent? Who was Arnav Gupta? There's no comment from his family at all, ultimately. A neighbor said the lad was very nice, but that he hadn't seen him for about a year and wondered if he had moved out. Gupta went to the 5th best private school for brahminic boys in Maryland. In 2004, while still a student there or affiliated with them, he went as far as a base camp of Mount Everest. He was a world-traveling, dual-citizen, UNICEF-absorbed, "Dutiful Friend of the Host Empire" sort of young man, according to the emergent picture one can easily find emerging on the internet. At one point he was a translator, and at another, employed by the "Chance Academy," which to my thinking appears to be the sort of glad-handing intel agency-cutout that enables rabidly woke Fabian-Marxist dupes to fly around the world and throughout the under-privileged areas of this country, decrying the non-woke practices of the Oppressive White Master Race, and teaching how the gender-non-specific proletariat might go about dismantling the devilish patriarchal nature of It All. At least that was the vibe i got from dipping into its online material and slick, video-promotional jabbering, heavy on the on-staged participation of POC.

What might have been in the "suspicious burning package" seen near Arnav Gupta that was never mentioned again in reportage?

And really, then, how does the story of Gupta mirror or echo that of John Muhammed, the Beltway Sniper who had just then before his killing-spree helpfully changed his legal name from something far less belligerently Moslem, and hopefully, we pray, had quit all connections with the military outfits who had trained him as a terrifying killer and hopefully, we pray, had not arranged for him to constantly be flying to and fro the Caribbean as he had been doing, prior to his murderous and unpredicted rampage that Formally Brought The Terror of Nein-11, 2001, Directly To your Doorsteps and Gas Stations and Parking Lots, and Right Plum Into The Capital District, and in a highly mobile fashion, Just Like with them Anthrax Attax!!... One (Arnav the diplomat) reflected The Zodiac and the heavens, generally, and the other (John the soldier) with his sniping young protege, "Malvo," brought into the national post-non-11 convo the topic of The Tarot. Here is a proper coincidence theory: Both were rubbish-men, brain-washed agents of symbolic chaos and carnage. Fear tactics embodied and discarded. Vessels. Both of them were ignored for their obvious, more cosmic, Psy-ops, or "occult" pregnancy of meaning, again only proving how corrupt and worthless all of journalism is, and how ignorant most of us are, how blind and unperceptive to the juiciest material or spiritual data.

What do it all mean, most wise and serene authority figures? How did that man withstand being burnt alive, all controlled-like and calmly taking many, many steps while aflame, causing witnesses to describe him as being "like a zombie?" Sure, sure, this blue-blooded, diplomacy-dipped scion of privilege, groomed at Landon school and then swept through Boston University's International Relations program (he "APPEARED to graduate in 2014..." much like Obama appeared to graduate from wherever, in whenever, but really what good is a college degree anyway these days, so no need for precision or bona fides, ha)...i say sure, sure, this impressive young man whose sky was the limit was just smoking a large amount of "K2, mixed with Spice as well as Angel Dust" and possibly Eye of Newt, and ended up immolating himself at the most symbolically significant spot in Washington, D.C, but without any normal autonomic, involuntary physiological responses of pain, agony, or systemic collapse.

What is the meaning of the appearance of both"K2" (the purported drug) and "Mount Everest" in this Spring-Summer episode of the Trump-era full-kabuki psychodrama? What did Gupta's parents do for a living?

Why is seemingly over half the population of america locked into such a stubborn state of blank stupidity, of being incorrigible, combative, genital-and-Stomach-worshiping, narcissist bastard motherfuckers? Refusing to observe the plainly obvious primacy of This Occult Reality, of what we are only Taught and Conditioned to perceive as this drab pantomime reality of the over-vaccinated, antiseptic, science-ruled Information Age with its sickly, vulnerable skyscrapers and Pentagons?

We seem perfectly content gobbling up occult-themed movies, shows, and also true crime documentary series when they are piped directly and cheaply into our hi-def displays. But whenever it becomes clear that tinsel-town simulacra of dark occult realities absolutely pale next to their nasty, cannibal, child-raping real-life State-versions and cosmology, then people get very very skeptical indeed, and tend to thrust their fat empty melons wherever it's dark and warm. We are clearly being mocked by netflix and the entire edifice of hollywood and washington, D.C. And when we're not being mocked, it is only because those in the position of normally, wickedly, logically doing so are here and there simply too stupid, venal, and sensually oriented to know the score or do the appropriate type of black magical gloating. There are levels to all of this, fortunately or not.

And oh yes then there was Pizzagate, as well as Obama's allegedly gay Chicago Trinity Church-choir-member-lovers ending up suicided with bullets in the back of their head before his glorious election.....and then also that delicious and deadly-serious-seeming matter of the various Enveloped Notes delivered (solemnly and with an air of danger, rather) to grand attendees of Poppy Bush's State Funeral, delivered among others to the doddering mental patient and child-huffer Joe Biden, the Harpy-Doyenne Hilary Clinton and her thrall of an illegitimate Rockefeller husband, the androgynous mixed-breed potal power couple, Mr. and Mrs. Hallelujah, and the remaining live animals of the Bush Clan, who looked positively aghast, even mortified, when they read their notes.

 

The Shadow knows.

 

 

 

you get a envelope and you getta envelope and you

This is why no credibly intelligent human adult should ever attempt to piece reality together using only primary sources like dogshit newspapers, CNNFOXMSNBC, and other forms of trivial east coast-establishment-journal propaganda, Hissss, and Booooo. They tell you nothing but half-truths and faery tales about Coincidence Theory and collapsible skyscrapers, and Pentagons that can be struck also by slow little commercial aero-planes, hours after multiple commercial airliners were known to have been "hijacked," on a day when the same MSM refused to come clean about the Dozens of live-fly military preparedness and "anti-terrorism" drills being staged, which only years later anyone admitted to. No we must all rely on our own brains, efforts of research, and of course, even moreso, typically in 2021, on those more morbidly observant, typically non-child-having and research-minded people one can find all over the internet and in scattered patches and zuckerberg-cells around the world. 

 

Link to the Scribd version of Gupta's very odd fiction writing, "Memoirs of A Shadow President"

 

 

Portrait of the Artist as a Young Roman Candle. Infinity and Hourglasses and a "Game of Thrones.

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Sweethearts On Masquerade, Raise Yo Fist

 

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.

 

Anderson Cooper, Brother, and Maltese Mammy 

 

The Changing of the Cooper, for Him Drawers are Full of Shite

 

 

 

Finders Keepers

 

Oh The Soul of Basketball is in Peril

 

42 AND MASKED HEROES AND WHAT ABOUT BLACK CATS AS OMEN

 

 

 

  

 

As insidious as Pro Sports' nakedly cynical intrusion into Gladio-Style False Division Politics is, it's no more shocking or ugly than when Nike or Greta Thunberg and her dark satanic mammy do it. All of this stuff is a fine example of corporatism, Corporatist Politics by means other than conventional, direct finagling through (co-opting of) government forces/cannibal monkey politicians. And while we are here let's remark that there's something terribly Lewd about that obvious ritual used to kick off the Great Rubbish-19 Plandemic of 2020 and beyond: the ritualized death/sacrifice of Kobe Bryant and the 8 others, which rather clearly mimicked the aerial death of the female R&B star and 8 others shortly before Nein-11, 2001. I forget her name. She had also been permitted into Hollywood via that vampire movie, which is another generous connection and point of legit inquiry. Oh yes her name was Aaliyah, and the movie was "Queen of the Damned." Queen.

 

Anyway, the "King Kill" ritual involving Kobe was equally involved with the talkative Senator Lebron James, who many have speculated is the illegit son of a former Cleveland Cavs NBA player, which would be just more of this subcontracting Command and Control Praxis that brings us people like Bill Clinton, the illegit Rockefeller whelp of Arkansas, and many other royal offspring throughout time. (for an example of what sordid P.R. fate befalls one who is not cleanly descended from the patrilineal line, observe what is going on in the life of the virtual bastard, Prince Harry, and his dark TV and B-movie minstrel-bride of The Americas) Probably everyone here knows about the Rothschild speculation as concerns the spawning of Hitler, in this possible vein. So: Kobe as King is replaced symbolically and materially by Lebron, "King James," who has coursed along in an even more anointed status kind of way since the helicopter crash that shouldn't possibly have happened unless the fix was in on on Kobe, which it clearly was, and which is obvious to anyone who's done some hours of examination into the Kobe/Corona Ritual. 

 

Incidentally, it's doubtful that the rituals involving Kobe and the other slain pop culture figure from 2001, named Aaliyah, whose death inaugurated or foreshadowed Nein-11, were executed via aircraft if The Heavens were not in some way a Meme to be noticed in the whole affair. Or so it seems to me. There are probably some pregnant psychological underpinnings to aircraft calamity and trauma such as these; maybe they connote some air of inevitability and are meant to prod at our genetic fear of weather or The Gods above, etc. Plummeting aircraft as Meme seem to reliably short-circuit the rational functioning of the minds of the public: it somehow keeps us all in terrorized line and focused on the flickering on the cave walls of earthly life. 

 

Now look at Lebron burbling away at the helm of the NBA, and note all the journalism claptrap rhetoric about how he is the de facto King and Leader of the Players' NBA. He has not stopped piping since the Safety-and-Control-First Bubble Playoffs began and for some time before then, too, as the BLM conflagrations of uncivil society were getting underway by their clearly methodical, central-committee-organized design. (It occurred to me only yesterday that the Breonna Taylor death seems TAILORED to incite a more or less Perfected Symmetry of Political Acrimony and Disorder, thusly: even i with all of my fundamentally leftist and pro-black credentials am forced to admit that it is a fairly weak standard to bear for the Left and Fed-up black people, this Taylor incident. It presents a fairly reasonable argument or position For Both Sides of the "Debate," in short. As i understand it, her boyfriend shot at the police, claiming afterwards he "thought they were intruders," and the police shot back at him, and their bullets penetrated a wall and killed Taylor as she lay in bed. Come on now. A talented script-writer for a hack-serial TV cop drama couldn't devise a better or less intellectually soluble situation to express legitimate outrage on Both Sides, almost equally. And it's worth noting also that it's quite probable that many people who are outraged by the death and the incident do not even know the precise and apparently undisputed details of the incident. But that's not too important bc all of our Race-Tension dialectical politics are intended from on high to always be monochromatic, simplistic, and fundamentally concerned with maintaining divisions, and not with logic or subtle jurisprudence, or Fair-minded analysis. Yes the Taylor matter is kind of specially fucked up, if you ask me, and seems to be uniquely designed to encourage a stubborn, intractable cleaving to the battle lines On Both Sides, Leading so closely into the Election of The Great and Distracting Figurehead, who may or may not himself be a designated player in a murky, long-form esoteric ritual, as well as a time-traveler. Very few of us know even a third of it all, this sweeping epic we're caught in.) 

 

My main point here is that we can now see a through-line running from the synthetic Culture Crises of Race Matters and "systemic institutional racism," to the corporate edifice of Disney itself. Because Disney in Orlando and more broadly in their dominated state of Florida (itself an economy run on illicit imported drugs and human trafficking and State Black Ops sites, as every woke person knows) is essentially in control of the current NBA Master-Knows-Best Bubble Playoffs, with its bizarre and even obscene display of Digitized Fans looming over the court, all jangly and Disconnected and pixelated. (Personally i perceive a nasty, anti-social message in this "digitized fan" development, too. It is unnerving) Disney, then, is sponsoring the BLM movement and the Olympian Lebron James is now transformed into a Luciferian Titan, and is given the microphone at every available chance, and nobody smells the sulfur except the crackpots in the margins, "on the internet" where sadly, every single bit of legitimate political-philosophical work is now in fact done. The whole spectacle is completely fucked and weird-looking from start to end. It looks like a massive dead thing covered in red and black ants battling away. Battling over rotten meat whose racial characteristics nobody can even determine at this point. Perhaps Bill Gates knows, as he is one of the foremost thinkers on the subject of Race, or at least, on what is best for Africa. And if anyone has seen the Japanese? commercial that Kobe did a few years back, where he and Kanye---playing the Devil-Figure---fight it out on top of a skyscraper and then Kobe throws a bomb-basketball at Kanye's helicopter and it explodes, then they may agree that many of these scenes were written well in advance of their staging, as with Non-11 and many others.

 

A now very clear through-line exists, running from State to Corporation to Organized Sport to Cultural Entertainment to Public Event-As evil ceremonial magic complete with human sacrifice, all of it in this case connected to Covid-nineteen, and the theme/meme of Royalty, or Control. And let's not get into whether or not Kobe is Still Alive, etc, bc this is a pointless non sequitur, however bedazzling or interesting the whole Golden Ticket Island, or Mars Mansion speculation may be. 

 

It's in this haze of fact-checking and rational observation that i can now also look with some modest pride on my past, consistent observation that the NBA and the NCAA (conspicuously in that case involving various Jesuit Universities, and i made this case very clearly in some ultra-significant FB posts and also mini-essays, bc the case is easily fucking made) have been using some secret system of physics or who knows, space-time manipulation, to affect the trajectory of the basketball as they see fit. I kept wondering Why the scales had been dropped so obviously during the past 5 or so years in this way. WHY were they making it obvious, in the Playoffs and March Tournament no less, obvious at least to people who really knew basketball and its specific physics? And to this or that attentive Gematria crowd online, bc they saw it too. I naturally assumed that this unveiled or gloves-off use of the secret and flagrantly devious and immoral physics was in some way related to Bigger Things or Imminent Developments. (shhhhh: it WAS related to Something, and chief among that Something was of course the Legalized Gambling Maneuver that came soon after these outright, surely astronomically profitable rigged-game-and-series hi-jinks and hijackings) 

 

It seems now that we're in the early stages of a terrific global reset of some kind, or a Preparation. It appears we're in a phase of global belt-tightening and fat-cutting, represented by the Global Rubbish Plandemic that starves and restricts seemingly everything, and drives us into even more ludicrous, illusory and illogical political divisions and forms of mutual contempt. Imagine if you were trying to have a nice supper in the cooling of the summer and as some of the Coronavirus restrictions were finally relaxed, supper with your whole rejoicing family, and some shrill and pasty, clearly over-nourished white bitch came strut-marching up to your table with her plump fist held high and screamed scorn and derision into all your faces and swept your meal and drinks right off the table bc you did not obey her pointless commands of rhetoric and fist-raising? Just imagine this, if you're capable of such a mad fantasy. 

 

One could logically interpret the use of that Conniving and almost Desperate Suppressed physics in Pro Sport (it has also been observed in both Football and Baseball, affecting their balls also, and the incalculable exchanges of betting money and reaping of sly profits and simple fan spending) as being, en toto, a method for making some crazed amount of profiteering Loot by Insiders, in advance of a major change or effort. Think of the Nein-11 money and the "missing Pentagon Trillions and the put options," think of the restructured insurance policies of the WTC Towers months before their Physically Impossible collapses, think of the Lost Japanese Gold of WWII, etc. That's how i tend to see all of this. Bc, again, the elephant in the room in this whole disgusting Pro Sport Secret Physics saga is of course what the SCOTUS kind of magically decreed during this Presidency of Trump, The Tower King and Gambling Titan: the opened floodgates of Legalized Gambling. It's only responsible to note that several generations of children have by now been introduced to a normalized form of gambling, through video games (controversial "in-game purchases") over the past 15 or so years. Specifically, the NBA video game, 2k, has for years now featured a casino space where your "MyPlayer" avatar enters specifically to spin a roulette wheel Daily for helpful prizes that enable one to win more games when literally playing the serious game, (very competitively against other actual human players, with loads of money being exchanged there between these players, through modern money-exchange apps and sites) when the wheel is not giving your avatar free Nike or Under Armour clothing and gear etc. 

 

There's a parallel between the secret physics definitely used on Non-11, 2001 to deconstruct and evaporate that valuable Manhattan Real Estate, and now the secret physics very probably used to insure that Villanova or Toronto or Cleveland win their titles, by favoring the arc or bounce of their basketballs.

 

In all this context it's fascinating to note that as a Physical Specimen, nobody has ever seen anything like the confusion of Size, Strength and Speed that is Lebron James, and he's an absolute Marvel in terms of physical longevity and the refusal of his body to be injured at all, despite an absurd number of hours spent playing high level basketball since his anointed youth. (We're all regularly informed that James "Spends $1 Million per year On His Body," so fuck you, poor people, enjoy your sickly retirement Of The Future, under this phantasm of a new model of Darwinist health care) Maybe his creation was aided by some laboratory means, or some Disney Ritual. At the very least, James seems to have come along at the very most perfectly useful time as a Titan of Public Notability and unparalleled genetic excellence. In any case, his being groomed as some Global Ambassador, King of the Placebos, some probable future politician, Good Chum of the Luciferian Hip-Hop-and-Warren-Buffet-et al crowd...is a really very comical process, if it weren't for the evil that it happens to smell like and trail along out of its stinking, rubbishy, Disney-themed, child-manipulating rectum. There's really a lot going on here, but the corporate wrangling of Public Animal Spirits is especially vicious, especially noteworthy, as we see all these Cultural Warfare programs spin totally out of control, as we approach the Big Election we are meant to care about More Than Anything Else, Amun. 

 

Here's one related idea in this mega-theme of ritualized, ersatz politics, or collective life: if we are meant to be so concerned and supremely exercised about the Big Election, what then does it mean that a NYC mafia figure, gambling Kingpin flush with Russian-Israeli money, and Hollywood/TV darling with such manifest ties to dodgy international politics and mobs is being pitted against an obvious sand-bag of a dotard, this hysterical fraud of an inappropriate little girl-groper and actually senile motherfucker like Joe Biden....then wtf? What the damn fuck? How could any sensible person see any of this dog and pony show as being anything other than a hustle and a con and a mean-spirited campaign to defraud us and make us look very, very stupid. Joseph Fucking Biden, ok. This amusingly addled and decrepit, seemingly public pederast, "man." I mean, you ain't black, jack, and i doubt you could do a single push-up, frfr. I am more familiar with Biden's wife and geographical location at any given time, than he is. What is going on? What is going on here is an elaborate yet oddly obvious hustle and nothing more. A clear and present Challenge to the dignified, individual human mind to attempt to make any kind of sense At All out of it, bc the proffered explanation is shit, it is a foul, overpowering rubbish mountain. Any undamaged or unwashed brain can and does see this. 

 

Over all of it you can just barely perceive some imminent global catastrophe, imo. It would explain the madness and manifest desperation of the current Belt-Tightening Hysteria of Covid, and the seemingly panicked desire of TPTB to pit all races, genders, sexual identities, and age groups against one another at a furiously whipped level we haven't seen until now. Hail, Greta, Hail Lebron. All Hail Chris Carter and his Lone Nut Gunmen Pilot Episode, let us never forget the September 11 Back to The Future augury so cheekily driven down our throats and shat endlessly out our well-cushioned bottoms into the internet to live forever and forever. God bless the souls of Elisa Lam and Elizabeth Short and Sharon Tate and Prince and Michael Jordan's Father and Julius Erving's son and Ben Simmons' cousin and on and on and don't put a period on the end of that text to that "Generation Z" (what a morbid, finite taxonomy) recipient or you'll disrupt the small patch of mental calm that he/she/they might have been briefly experiencing 

 

 

Heed The King