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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.

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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.

Best of all the DeviantArt Liliths we could find

  

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."

My Live for Englande

 

...jk Rowling is great

She has such affertile mind and good character as I see it

But admittedly I love British people

Or at least their character,

Which is a basic position I'll

Expand on more

In lines 200-280, later on

How I do love rain and magic

And a general mannerliness,

And then

The dreadful quixotic

Lunch rock,

I mean punk rock,

God damn auto correct,

Which that baseline courtliness

Would seem to

Generate

As if by a counter-spawning,

In time.

How I live there

I mean love their

Droll, viciously decent

Sense of humor.

And their

Crazy sexual openness

And rutting naughtiness.

Just think about it.

If you were born

Of a small, eternally

Rainy and dark Island set

Of Atlantis-descended, weirdly powerful Kingdoms,

Fraught with war

And insane religious

And cultural conflict,

Between paganism

And stark monotheism,

And then among the bickering steel-clad splinter sects

Of Christ-worship,

Wouldn't you also

Be obsessed

With sex

And getting drunk..

Simply living,

That is.

And then there is

The Scottish area,

inhabited still to this day by the truculent, unintelligible Scots
and magical bloodlines,

And then there's the

Irish,

And the

Refugee Egyptian Royalty,

Etc.

Don't like it, take it back, bring me a new one.

 

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I don't like google, anymore.

I don't like sexting

Don't like tinder,

don't like LinkedIn

Or Grindr either

I don't like scallops, and never have,

Or Nazis at all for sure

Or communists

Or braindead democrats

Who bray and

Love saying the phrase,

"Cunspeercie theery"

Like vicious, nasty children

Singing mean-spirited

Little bratty songs

To a bullied loner, at recess,

Or

Rather just like the weak non-leftists

and grubby,

off-shoring union-gutters the

D's have

Actually become, since at least non-11,

Which seemed to make them

Forget a lot of things,

Like how to oppose

Capital and MIC-imperialism

And the murderous fascist deep state,

Or admit that powerful conspiracies

Are horribly real and

Super-significant,

Or even bray about them.

As I was saying,

These weakling spineless

Sybarite democrats,

Repeating themselves,

Cunspeercie theery cunspeercie theery

Just to bully

And exclude and be

Mean in spirit,
and also, i suspect,
the motherfuckers are simply lying and faking,
and hiding under
their cribs of mock-rationalism.
Motherfuckers never heard of Abe Lincoln or the Kennedys, i guess.

Malcolm X knew wtf he was talking about when he called you out,
you white penises, you pale scrawny pussies.

Don't likem,

Not very much at least.

Or only as much

As the R's

And their much more

Consistent,

Somewhat less addled

World-view and prejudices.

Don't like my neighbors,

Probably,

Don't like the modern version

Of cartoons or government

Or pop music

I don't enjoy

Striving towards very distant retirement

While dodging

A seasoned army

Of multiplying and dependably reproductive Cancers

And being more or less

Poor along the way

What I like

Is free time,

kindness

And decency, and

People thinking of

Things other than

Themselves

I don't like

An excess of opinions,

Which should mostly

Be kept to oneself

Unless goaded,
Or writing poems,

Or having a proper

Discussion or debate

With someone else who

Is principled,

In earnest,

And not hopelessly dumb

Or mean-spirited or

One of these sociopaths

Whose numbers are

Well-known to be

Increasing,

For various reasons,

Some of them spooky,

As far as I'm concerned.

Don't like capitals
or small depressing towns
except my own,
don't like having to
copy and paste
these necessary but admittedly indulgent and drawn-out poems
from one shitty format to another
and then debate with myself
whether or not to go
and chop down the ugly capital letters

at the beginning of each little line,
thus i added this stanza.

To recapitulate,

Sincerely, I don't like

People stating

What they like and do not like

Quite as much

As they tend to.

I bet some real hunger

And poverty

And effective martial law

Would

Shut us quite the fuck up.

I don't, or rather,

I tend not to like people who

Don't own any plants,

Which are not barred

By any known housing lease,

Like animal pets often are,

Being messy and

Potentially dangerous,

As we animals may be.

I dislike with a

Particular and impatient focus

people

Who say they hate jazz.

You can dislike jazz,

But don't be a philistine asshole

About it,

You sad,

Noisy pervert.

I don't like getting old.

Nor falling down accidentally

Or because I've been attacked,

Or struck by a more

Insensible force of nature

Like a giant steel girder

Or earthquake.

I don't dislike a good pratfall though.

I do like

W.C. Fields.

And the popular French-negro comedian,

David Chapelle.

I've even written

A song in DC's honor,

in nonsense-French.

I don't like newspaper editors, generally.

Or other kinds of

press secretaries.

Don't like monkeys dressed in

Tutus or Tuxedos,

Etc.,

By blunt tool humans

Who think that's funny.

I don't like the blunt tools

Themselves when they all

Willingly wear business suits

At weddings, funerals,

Award ceremonies and

Job interviews,

And every dog and pony show

Of both politics and business.

Am I to suppose

Everything is business,

Or suitable?

Or that a better model

Of "suit" has never

In about 150 years

Been imagined?

We are pawns in a mysteriously ancient game that few understand,
but most pretend or are blind to,
Facts.

Are the standards of necktie

And cut of lapel

Really that inviolably perfect?

Fuck you

I doubt it.

Bad dog! Dumb dog!

Don't like cruelty

To poor folks,
black, yella, tan, and white folks,

or to insane and mentally ill people,

Or the non-housed.

Or even to the elderly and senile.

I won't stand for
illegally obtained adrenochrome.

Don't like extremely cold weather

Or extremely hot climates,

Do not like calamities

Nor state-sponsored psy-ops

And falls flaggereh

I really, really don't like

this new craze of 

global, mass murderous arson.

This evil, devious giving of a bad name to forest fires,

when it's just devilish fucking arson.

Don't don't don't

Do do do

Don'ty Doodie Duty

Of Thomas Sheridan, my Excellent Grandmother, John Coltrane, and our foul world's filthiness

In my sometimes soberly considered opinion, Thomas Sheridan, (Irishman, Public Intellectual-moralist, Furnace and Generator of badly necessary Rants and Philippics against the vile state of almost everything in the current, disastrous, despicable, dystopian, dinosaur-infested world) is one of the very bright spots in this place. This particular failing universe of human beings and Modern western so-called civilization.

I discovered him for myself about 10 or so years ago and he ages like the best scotch, of the kind i can no longer reasonably afford if i wish to survive on anything more than my monthly allotment of vaccinated and genetically modified government gruel and cheese. He ages like my beautiful grandmother, Katherine---God rest her divine, delightful and spirited soul---or like each of her beautiful children and other progeny, who i miss and love very much. Now it's rather too easy to find fault with Thomas, with his tone, style and general demeanor. Not for me, of course, I automatically love a scabrous and resentful, brilliant motherfucker like he. But being rankled by a man of Sheridan's high value maleness is often the result, when a normie-type creature is confronted by hyper-intelligent intellectuals, the type, that is, who are also imbued with confident self-certainty and the spirit of the public moralist. The kind of person who froths with contempt for the evil and stupidity of the world, and is simply incapable of keeping quiet about it, because to do that would show one's complicity. One's neglect of soul and virtue and all the good things that make us not quite lower animals. The things that make us human and worth not taking straight to the stockades and gallows and town square to be tarred, feathered and pelted by the terrible children, as most of us so completely deserve, in one sense or another. Sheridan has really been "killing it" lately. That's another African-American bit of hip-hop era parlance the black community has been generous enough to gift to the larger, popular culture, and it means to do something well. To "slay," in other words. Or even to "murder," which the youths and 35 year olds also say these days, like cynical programmable toys. But TS has been murdering the murky, usually cloudy-weather car-testimonial for many years now.

People tend not to like you if you are certain of yourself and about your business, while you are explaining to them that the world is unconscionably evil and that they themselves are not behaving very well, in the grandest, moral and spiritual sense. Sheridan doesn't pull his punches and never dumbs anything down. I have to assume 90% of Americans wouldn't make it past 2 or so minutes of his even-tempered rants, in that gorgeous, educated Irish brogue of his. He commented recently about Common Core and how its chief purpose probably was to ruin the cognition of westerners. To finally bring our sad, rusty minds to heel, and complete this long-term process of The State administering lithium and lobotomies to the cheerily subjugated population of the developed world, who were always, regardless of race, sex, and creed, meant to be absolutely nothing more than tractable donkey wage-earners. War-fodder and empty lever-pullers in the machine of pretend-democracies, and so on.

Verily, people always resent being told they're asleep at the wheel and not nearly as decent and well-informed as they imagine. They like it even less when the bearer of this lately very relevant bit of news does it with flair, and never or rarely erms or uh's, and also peppers their screed and reporting with clever flourishes and countless references about the world, history, and ideas that soar completely over the listener's head like a secret military aircraft powered by hidden, suppressed systems of physics that could probably end hunger and war, if directed properly and not by psychopaths, as Sheridan is very fond of designating our masters and leaders. The other thing which is now so terribly clear to me as I get closer to being a truly crotchety and venomous old person, is that when delivering one's sermons of contempt and moral apoplexy, actually being angry and fed up while doing so will very often turn off the listener, reader or audience. I suppose it makes them want to go huff more of that handsomely state-subsidized Soma, too. I cannot and would never dream of doing anything for you, man or woman, if that's your problem with me or anything that i write, personally. If you're not angry about the world and the ascendant state of evil, corruption, infantilizing, pedo-adjacent super-hero movie franchises and general spiritual-cultural depravity, then fuck you, again and again and again. You oiled-down, chemically sexless handmaiden of wickedness. You god-damned greased-up sodomite lemming.



It's not purply or an exaggeration for me to say that i view Sheridan, warts and distemper and all, as being in the category of John Coltrane, if only in the sense that he makes me very proud to belong to the human race, to the species that can create someone so decent in their art, or their sputtering disgust and dissatisfaction with this horror-show which most people think is generally not worth fussing over and saying nasty things about. Coltrane is the glorious carrot and Sheridan is the fundamentally necessary and quite effective stick. His recent vlog addressing the State of Africa right now and its relationship with Russia and China, one that is in fact being mischaracterized at large by the vicious and venal, mammonist banker-directed western media, is a very good place to start, if you haven't dipped into the salubrious acid-bath of TS yet. Here is another intense scrubbing for you, one i haven't even finished yet, but am still confident will be good for your heart, like terminating your Netflix account. It's understandable if you find him off-putting in his seeming arrogance, at times. In his defense, though, the state of the world and of gross human bastardliness in this day and age, is simply forcing people who are both smart and properly morally outraged, to seem arrogant. It's a simple matter of pre-Demonic Common Core arithmetic. The average person is such a careless, self-absorbed piece of shitty garbage, you see. But it is by design, at least. The learned public moralist, when compared to the manipulated but still necessarily traduced normie, is indeed full of themselves, in what i consider to be the right and more or less excusable way. They're also full of concern. 

I really don't have the energy today to write the appropriately glowing essay or paragraphs of praise for Thomas Sheridan, over there in Ireland, being illegally and surreptitiously capped at less than 50k subs, fighting the grotesque laboratory monster of collective reality from his humid motorcar. But the coast is clear for me to say that he is a bit of microcosmic proof of how we're not all so disgustingly bad and that there's hope, still. Now i strongly suggest listening to this Coltrane rendition of Don't Take Your Love From Me. I think, in my opinion you understand, it's one of the most wonderful personal interpretations of a ballad that he ever recorded. (It includes the probable and definitely under-celebrated genius, Wilbur Harden, on trumpet.) If you like what's been composed and distributed here, and think there's something like a unique value to what i sometimes attempt to do in this way, writing, please consider donating some durable form of shekel, ruble, or state digital currency unit to me, if i ever get around to making such an act of charity possible or more secure than the phone-centered, money transfer apps whose handles of mine you might be able to find wandering lonesomely around here somewhere. You're also welcome to direct-message me. I am very friendly and known for my almost instantaneous replies. "Mackindoll" is my gmail handle, and it's not as flirtatious or conceited as it sounds. It refers to a hero of the Haitian revolution, if you must know.

 

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