Y’all know where I stand: the show goes on till it can’t, no soft landing, Powell chases inflation, Powell runs from collapse … Powell has a helicopter on hot standby 24/7.
So the debt ceiling debate is absurd – of course they raise it, they have no choice.
Any action to reduce this debt would crash the system …
Any attempt to rebuke the debt would crash the system …
The only move left is to keep piling up more debt, to pay down debt …
(that’s just part of the endgame)
I would have more respect if they simply said this:
We have to raise the debt ceiling because the system is out of control and the amount of liability, expressed in today’s $USD, in terms of unfunded liability, is in the quadrillions … none of it gets paid for, ever.
Funny: almost none of the articles mention the hard scary numbers – total debt, total unfunded liabilities, etc … they just don’t want to freak people out.
THIS SHIT SHOW ENDS ONE WAY: Cascading, catastrophic, failure … Brutal, unpredictable, and horrible …
I believe, though they’ve used mind-control my whole life, they went to ELEVEN in 2020 … and they’ve conducted high intensity military psychological warfare, on all fronts, since then.
I know there are many who discount this for a very simple reason: they cannot understand the endgame. They can see means, and opportunity – but MOTIVE is the issue. But there is a chance that we’ll never know why they shut down the world in 2020, and then opened up a carny-fest post hoc …
I think there are two possibilities:
[1] In late 2019, the US government realized it was in a window where the likelihood the dollar would be repudiated was high and the banking system was already beginning to fail – see the REPO CRISIS of the summer of 2019. As a result, they used PSYOPs to manage a population that would be forced to undergo, on a global scale, an austerity program – not unlike what was applied to Greece post 2009. The psyops keep the population in line, mostly paralyzed by anger and fear, and unable to organize any meaningful resistance. But the endgame for TPTB is not a “reset”, they know the USD collapse will trigger a multi-decade human catastrophe. They need to get people and resources OUT of the USA, to a safe zone, before the real fun starts – and that’s why Powell’s orders are simple: keep the key plates spinning, even if wobbly, don’t let the party stop. It may seem counter-intuitive, but the “raising rates” policy is actually an example of keeping the party going … notice, he hasn’t caught up with inflation, and he NEVER EVER WILL, in this scenario.
[2] Several decades ago, the US government detected a pending ecological catastrophe. It wasn’t necessarily about people, and something we did – but it was an event that would occur, would have always happened, eventually. Over those years, they adjusted their models to ensure a more accurate prediction of WHEN the event would occur, and they determined, because it’s a “fuzzy event”, it would have a likelihood window, and not some discrete date of happening. 9/11, was actually about re-calibrating the model, as was the GFC of 2008 – all events set up to lower industrial activity, lower air traffic, and to test the current state of “IT”. This is also why they’ve been geoengineering, to cover up the event – not to stop, but to keep the illusion going that “all is fine”. They even had a plan for late-stage geoengineering that involved using a fake-pandemic as cover for the necessary respiratory disorders that would result from heavy spraying. The window for “IT” was likely triggered in late 2019, and I am assuming the window is 5 years. The various PSYOPs used by TPTB are not to “build a compliant slave caste” but rather to drive people crazy and to effectively neutralize their ability to “figure shit out”. I’ve sometimes referred to this as carpet bombing the THIRD EYE. They know humans have latent abilities, call it intuition, to determine a threat – so how do you redirect this, so that the real problem goes unnoticed. Like I said – look at the sky, and then listen to Anthony Fauci, and tell me where the real concern should be? BTW: the government could be wrong about this threat as well. Remember what Dr. Freckles said: “If the government says something will happen in 100 years, here is the truth: either it will never happen, or it is already happening.”
[1] or[2] … best case: we have a multi-decade societal catastrophe OR worst case: something so bad you’d mind fuck billions of people for several years, in order to keep it a secret … There’s no door number 3.
The longer the madness, promoted by the STATE, lasts, the worse this looks – if this had all ended in 2021, I would have said “just another financial event, like 2008”. If it had ended last year, I might have said “just the collapse the USD system”, no bigee … But it’s lasting long enough, and doing enough deep harm to our society, that I have a hard time seeing anything built on this firestorm, nor do I see an endgame that doesn’t involve some horrible event.
These lies, these deep and ugly lies, do NOT cover up good news.
These lies, these monstrous lies, are an attempt to hide some monster from the public …
(and my guess: some time between now and 2024 it arrives)
“Tolerance of others is NOT the same as promoting sin.” – Dr. Freckles
A free society is likely, over time, to become a more tolerant society. This doesn’t mean people give up their principles, it simply means we hold a common principle – non-aggression and its corollary, self defense. Arguably, only a free society can achieve true tolerance as a virtue, because in order to survive in such an arrangement you MUST be a diplomat and a practitioner of basic human decency. But then there’s what’s going on in our pill-head neo-Stalinist hell hole, aka, the USA – it’s not about tolerance and peace, it’s become about acceptance and proliferation.
Here, now, the USA, we have an apparatus of information that is PROMOTING SIN as a form of tolerance. Let me explain.
I am fat, overweight. I will tell you that being FAT requires no shaming, being fat shames itself. I don’t require anyone to say “Dan, you’re fat” anymore than I want or need someone to say “Dan, it’s okay you’re fat”. It’s not okay, it requires ZERO additional public shaming. It also DOES NOT REQUIRE promotion: but promotion is what we’re getting in this debate, discussion. Now? – now you go to a store to buy clothes, and you see a LOT of fat-models showing off this year’s fashion. Fine … but is that really what people, even fat people, want to see? I have more to say about this later, but I can say: we are definitely in the zone of promoting the overweight lifestyle as good, normal, acceptable even enviable. Gluttony … not a good sign.
This applies to sexuality as well – in all its forms.
We should tolerate different perspectives regarding sexuality, while at the same time fostering a POWERFUL IDEA for a free society: keep your dirty deeds to yourself. Have sex, have sex with grizzly bears – I don’t like it, I don’t want to see it. If I go to a store to buy porno? – fine, that’s a choice. If you parade your junk in my fucking face? – that’s more like an act of aggression, and it’s not MICRO … and YET, our society is currently promoting the explicit and public exclamation of all kinds of sexual perversion, to INCLUDE pedophilia. This will not end well, it won’t end in tolerance, it will end in violence.
And as far as pedophilia, and rape, and other forms of immoral and INVOLUNTARY sexual practices? – in a free society, it is quite simple: fuck around, find out. Way more likely to achieve net-net justice than our current “justice system” (just saying).
Why does “drag queen story time” offend many Christians? – because Christians are harried and pilloried these days, it’s normal to mock a Christian. If a Christian wants mandatory “Jesus story time” at a public school? – this is NOT likely to happen without protests and lawsuits. But it seems to any ordinary Christian that the promotion of a version of sexuality, as if it were political ideology, is fully justified, protected, with FORCE, by the state.
If you’re a Christian, and looking for a good “sign of the times”, I’d pick this one: our society is way beyond tolerating sin, and we are now in the realm of promoting it. We steal poor people’s oil, we sell weapons and promote war, we print fake money to harm actual lives, we lie about pandemics, and race wars, and all kinds of fearful nonsense. We treat the basics of life as if they were investment schemes, and we turn in our brothers and sisters to the state. Not all are this sinful, this evil, but enough are that this monstrous harm is able to continue. The sign is this: our society is acting like Sodom, and PUSHING the evil on all, even angels if they were to visit one of our towns. We push evil, we push sin, not all the same evils, not all the same sins, some are “conservatives” pushing wars and some are “liberals” pushing enslavement, but they are ALL sinning, and they know it, and they know they are pushers.
So yeah – I’m fat. I don’t want anyone to think I’m proud of it, because I’m not. I suspect there’s more to the “obesity epidemic” than just poor life choices, but I’m beyond caring. If I’m right, obesity might be just another auto-immune disorder, but simply put: the Norman Borlag “miracle” was a unmitigated disaster for the human diet, and it was never going to last. So yeah, I’m fat. I also suspect a famine is coming. I’d contend the “Green Revolution” was a nutrient famine that’s been ongoing for 50 years.
I drink beer – guess what: you don’t need to promote it. Alcohol PROMOTES itself. No need to hype it, no need to tell Americans it’s “good for you”. There’s also no need for the endless parade of sober do-gooders telling us drinkers how much they’re life “has changed”. Fuck you, be happy about your “change” – most drunks I’ve met were just as drunk sober. If you’re really “sober and at peace”? – then maybe show it.
I use marijuana – but I do not consider it a sin. I’ve used it to treat anxiety and depression since 2008. Is it a perfect solution? – no. Is it immensely better than all the toxic shit the doctor has prescribed? – yes. So no, it’s no sin – and yet this crooked society, in many ways, still treats it as one. Again – you are in SODOM and this is how SODOM rolls …
In closing: we need to stop pushing sin, and we need to embrace human liberty as the moderating force. I’m not surprised the USA, as a late stage empire, is pushing sin – this is what corrupt late stage empires do … but I am surprised so many so-called Christians have been suckered by it.
The thing about sin? – it has NEVER needed a salesman.
Ever since the FUKUSHIMA disaster I have been, at least while I still lived in Seattle, sensitive to the articles from the Seattle Times. Keep in mind, I dealt with these mother fuckers in 2011 when I became a whistle blower regarding the purchase of Microsoft AMALGA by the UW health system.
Remember, they said “trust the science”? – but look at the shitty work they get away with when it comes to the state of the Puget Sound:
methane releases detected, we don’t know why
rotten egg smell at the waterfront, we don’t know why
dolphin kill, lots dead, we don’t know why
salmon runs crashing, but we don’t know why
etc, etc, etc
But remember: when it comes to the monkey herpes (covid), you have to trust their CERTAINTY …
Much noise about Trump being arrested over the Stormy Daniels nonsense. It’s too dumb to be taken seriously. Might he be arrested? – in the same way Greta was … fake as fuck.
When someone says “Jesus loves Trump”, I know a couple things:
a) they don’t understand Jesus’ teachings
and
b) they don’t understand that Trump is a walking/talking deep state distraction
The system is in collapse – but people REALLY NEED to believe the bullshit … so … I’m thinking of claiming “long covid” … as a disability scam. Why? – the system is in collapse – and the shit heads are everywhere – and at this point it does not matter
imagine if ENOUGH of us claimed “long covid” imagine the apoplexy of the “true believers” imagine the strain on the “vaccines” imagine the US government response (convince 50 million Americans to claim “long covid”)
(printing press goes BRR)
you would get early social security (and if you’re under 65, you probably will never see it) and, yeah, people who are broke and on the doll don’t pay much in taxes (it’s the death star, and people are all holding tightly their stupid beliefs … so why should I care?)
I am starting to believe the whole point of the “vaccine fear” campaign is to prevent the system from being overwhelmed with disability claims, and to keep the hospital systems from being crashed, shutdown.
“Go to SOMALIA? – as long as your army isn’t joining me.” – Dr. Freckles
Get so sick of this “go to Somalia” bullshit: 1) I served in uniform, and was honorably discharged, this should appeal to some of you MAGA shit heads 2) CAN YOU PROMISE ME YOUR FUCKING MILITARY YOU KEEP VOTING FOR WILL LEAVE SOMALIA THE FUCK ALONE? …. NO? … okay
I mean, dude … the voters: – dump their radioactive waste off the coast of Somalia – send in troops to shoot up Somalia – rip off Somali resources (I can keep going)
move to Somalia … Why? So I can get previews of what’s planned for the USA?
That’s it … PROMISE THE ANARCHISTS your fucking military will leave Somalia alone … We don’t bomb you, you don’t bomb us … (but that’s the rub shit head …) (you say “go to Somalia”, but then your armies come as well … and that’s not the point shit head)
EXCELLENT VOTING …
“Every time you vote, you are voting to be poisoned.” – Dr. Freckles
Don’t gaslight me …
Don’t gaslight me …
Don’t gaslight me on the permafrost or the arctic: what did the Trump admin say a few years ago: a) never been more arctic ice and b) the arctic is open for business (one of these could be true)
Don’t gaslight me on truck windshields in Spring and Summer.
Don’t gaslight me on the Puget Sound compared to when I was a kid …
Don’t gaslight me with respect to Norman Borlag and the “green revolution” …
Don’t gaslight me on the “it’s so much better today”, and then in the next breath call yourself an Austrian and you believe in subjective value theory … stop it.
Don’t gaslight me on the meaning of an APEX predator crashing, like the orca whales … you may not like what it means, but be HONEST about what it means.
Related to the orca thingy: don’t gaslight me on what’s happening to the salmon runs in the PNW … just don’t.
Don’t gaslight me about the birds of prey, eagles, owls, hawks, etc, moving into Little Saigon, Seattle in 2019 … right in the middle of the SEATAC N-S flight path … don’t gaslight me on this.
Don’t gaslight me on shark attacks … “see Dan, shark attacks are UP, that means the sharks are doing fine” … you are an imbecile.
Don’t gaslight me on the spraying – I don’t know for sure what it is, and neither do you … but it’s not “contrails”.
Don’t gaslight me about AI and the ROBOT APOCALYPSE – if super intelligent machines arise, we shouldn’t project OUR BULLSHIT on to them … could they steal missile codes? – sure … WHY THE FUCK WOULD THEY? .. more likely they build spaceships and leave this PILL HEAD HELL.
Don’t gaslight me over the COVID 19 … I’ve worked in healthcare, I lived NEARBY Harborview Medical Center during the PEAK of that “pandemic” … in Chinatown … in transient housing with shared kitchens … fuck off about your fake ass pandemic.
Don’t gaslight me over aliens … if there are “aliens” they are in fact butt raping demons.
Don’t gaslight me on the MOON … how the FUCK do you forget how you went there … did you know that in nearly 60 years of “space” less than 700 people have gone there … 700, out of billions.
doesn’t mean people aren’t dying – great USA psyops are also snuff flicks
doesn’t mean it’s “okay” – could be the pretext for using nuclear war to “cleanse the Earth” of the excess hoi polloi
Imagine a statement like this during any other war? Vietnam? War on Terror? Korea or WW2?
Broke …
“If it’s broke, use coke.” – Dr. Freckles
My THOTS …
“My dumbest thots are my best hookers.” – Dr. Freckles
How I broke my arm?
Back in December I was involved with a girl named Debra. She had green eyes and a clean body, she smoked snail-mix and loved the Bee Gees. We were at Nick’s off of Hallor Street, when we encountered her ex-husband, Neil. Neil was an oil worker and a line worker and a tree cutter and a speed freak, he spent his days near the train station, looking for spare parts the railroad dumps, and other things. His face turned red with pure anger, and he ran at me – tossing me on the floor and beating me senseless. Luckily, my dog Boomer pulled him off and bit off his nuts, but not before this shit head took brick from the door jam and split my humerus in half … for-realsies … this sucked.
I was drifting through space … lost to all I love. My ship, the “Yulia”, was headed to Zeta-Prime-Alpha-67-Charlie in the BRAVO Quadrant of sector-33, in the “cautious zone” … not a forbidden zone mind you … you just need to be cautious. My main fusion drive was overheating, after having finished chasing the pirates of Zelton around the dark star called Glyb. I went down to the engine room to help repair the magnetic bottle armature and super conducting magnet array. My Chief Engineer, Klevon, was a Jabronian. He was from the Newark Star System and he grew up on the galactic shores of East Philly. I noticed that Klevon was unconscious on the deck and the main coolant spindle was reverberating at an incredible rate. I grabbed my Leatherman, and pulled out the Phillips bit, and began torque’ing down the strumulator, which is connected to the whammy bar. At that moment, there was a burst of orgolion radiation, and it through me across the engineering deck. When I came to in the med bay, my nurse/girlfriend/hooker/accountant was massaging my “fuel seam” in order to excite my tinkle zone … but yeah … I’d completely busted my left humerus in two and fuck all about the pirates!
Hunting Grizzly … I encountered a pack of cougars being led by a mangy, out of control, wookie woman named Michelle. She was pungent and hairy, her breath smelled like cigarettes and Clairol and stale beer and popcorn. She had a bunch of cougars she’d rounded up and cornered in a cave near Mt. Gabriel, not far from the Gable Woods where the human footprints were discovered near the dinosaur footprints. I was hunting grizzly bear, and had just finished washing my svelte body in a hot spring – I was naked when I left that pool, as the wookie woman stood 40 feet above on the trail. She sent her cougars after me, busty and frothing, and ingunjulating their boovulas. It was a swampy spot, and we wrestled, nakedly, in such a itchy and burny way … after wrestling several cougars, I grew weary and ran for my camp and my 900 Winchester Magnum X-Ray lever action rifle. I was a mean cannon and hit hard. I fired two rounds at that terrible wookie, but she overtook me and tossed me into a ravine. Days later, a busty 34 year old female park ranger found me, there, naked, and brought me back to her cabin – she nursed me back to health, even setting my broken left humerus in a cast. And we spent the winter together … RIGHT?
There was a GRAND submarine battle … and I was a lowly navigator. Our sub was fighting the Russians near Dallas, Texas, and we were overtaken by a “Mexican Style Harley” which is a lot like a “Chinese Mix Chopper” and it was BAD. It could move at 120 knots under water, and carried the Epsis-3000 super torpedo. The Russians had a mean admiral in charge, Chirgov. He was a legend in the submarine races, the ones at the lake, where you were conceived … anywho. Chirgov fired 9 of these fucking torpedoes at our boat, and this caused a rupture in our hull that I helped repair. While working on that hole, a piece of stray reinforcing steel came lose and hit my left arm, breaking my humerus IN TWO. We won the battle against those fucking Russians, but I spent many months recovering from that injury.
The caves and tunnels of S’compton … a dangerous place to meet a hooker. I was lonely one Monday night, December 19th 2022 to be exact, I was watching dumb ass NETFLIX documentaries about white people killing white people but feeling bad about it … but … I was really wanting a warm body next to mine on that cold winter’s night. So I went to Craig’s List and typed into the search box “hot butt boobie style action Vernal Utah”, and you’d be SURPRISED the results I got back. I scanned them, looking at their pics, imaging the scenarios of our encounters, greasy, nasty, rough, brutal, real, sex. The kind of lovemaking where your bodies melt together at the end, and your kisses are sugar drop masterpieces. “Gerdy” said she’d meet you, near S’compton Caves, but only after midnight. Okay … I sent her a message on Snap Chat, we interacted a little and negotiated a standard price. I arranged to meet her at midnight, and I stole an old Chevy to get there. At the caves, Gerdy was already undressed … her sultry body glistening in the icy cold, her breasts fully aroused and stiffened. We made love like desert hounds, next to that roaring fire of pine and pain. At daybreak, her pimp Joel showed up with his 4 Mormon brothers, and I didn’t have money to pay for Gerdy, and they proceeded to break my left humerus over a rock … so here I am. Lesson learned? – you betcha … don’t go to Vernal.
Making love to a super advanced robot woman … this is the path to madness baby. I was reading Boy’s Life, and in the back, next to the advertisement for the “build your own hovercraft kit” was an entry for something AMAZING: “Build Your Own Robot Lover”. As we should accept, I’m a lonely burnt out code monkey mother fucker … and no one is going to warm my bed unless it’s to torch it with gasoline, but I digress … The advertisement was for plans to build the robot, not the actual robot – and it claimed you could do this for $500, if you lived near a Home Depot. I bought the plans, they arrived, and I began building Regina, my robot style lover. It took weeks, and pvc tubing, and rebar, and small motors and pistons and pulleys and lots of rubber cement. By December of 2022 I was done, and on the 19th of that month I turned that bitch on … there was smoke and sparks and weird arcs of electricity, her eyes, made of LED cameras, flickered and came to life. I began massaging her boovulex, and she conjoined with my stleevtous. After a few minutes, she kind of went crazy, asked for my credit card, and then broke my left humerus … fuck … fuck that robot.
Walking to the grocery store to get potato chips … but Lay’s Wavy plain? On December the 19th of last year, it was a Monday and I was in a really shitty mood. I woke up, got a donation, tried to transfer it to my bank from Paypal, and it didn’t work and it made me wonder if TODAY was the DAY I would be financially cancelled. I called the bank to resolve the issue and borrowed twenty bucks from my friend to go get some beer to drink and to lose myself. When I was done drinking the temperature outside was around zero degrees Fahrenheit, and it was kinda breezy, if not windy. I wanted to get a small bag of Lay’s Wavy (plain) chips, because they’d been really pixelated, unreliable, lately – some weeks the grocery store has them, some weeks they don’t. But darn it, no matter how cold it was or icy or windy, I was going to get some fucking potato chips. About a quarter of a mile from my home I hit a very slippery patch, near a street’s metal walled curb, and fell just perfectly, on that ice, that my left humerus hit the curb, as if some neo-Nazi stomper demon had done this on purpose. It was a lucky shot. My left humerus broken in two …
If you fire a weapon, and it is guided, and it hits a target and is destroyed as a result? – that’s called a MISSILE … there are many kinds of missiles, but none to date attempt suicide, and WHY THE FUCK would you BUILD a weapon that would achieve enough consciousness to be so depressed and unstable that it might just target some random Burger King and blow it up? Get real …
Tavistock Institute must have come up with the term “suicide drone” …
Military science: it’s dumb, not a good definition
Propaganda science: it’s perfect, it appeals to the hoi polloi and uses trigger language
If you are DUMB ENOUGH to believe in “stochastic terrorism”, then you’d have to believe the BEATLES were a terrorist group, because they released the WHITE ALBUM … with Helter Skelter …
Or go after rap artists like Tipper Gore did with her warning labels …