I might visit Seattle for Thanksgiving … big maybe. Could happen.
Two votes …
“In a just world, you would have 2 votes in every democracy: the first one gets you elected, the second one is taken AFTER your term is complete and this one is about whether you get to live.” – Dr. Freckles
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X’inder or Xyndur or Zindour … (a demon that chased me, followed me, from Seattle)
X’inder would tap on my window, when I was living in Little Saigon. He’d tap and stare, with his burning red eyes, looking deep into my troubled spirit. He offered the salve of forever time and relinquished his alley kingdom to me, I stared bleakly at his weird eyes and wondered how many kinds of cocaine he knew …
I tried talking to the freaks on the other side of DORGEN TOWN, they’d sell me the flounder-mist and I’d shoot up across from the CASCADE HUSTLER, and new bullet train that takes weary travelers from Seattle to the stripper corridor in Kent. Terry Michaels, the Mayor of Grinken Town, stood up for the convenience asking the STREEH-GLUN Klan to ferry mope fuckers from Queen Anne to Guemes Island.
X’inder was the great whisperer …
He drew in the phantom Carlos types, the ones all greasy from S’compton, bringing their frizzle clap and weird existentialist STDs. X’inder was the WIND FURY, he could keep watch on all his parrots all day long, he handed out favors across from the BIG BURGER on Aurora – the hooker parlors would empty out at midnight, just to seek counsel with X’inder, a hopeless wanting for exit strategies.
X’inder whispered through that window in Little Saigon, telling me of sights and smells and things to come … Telling me of weird Japanese sex crews and old time’y racist thugs who scour the streets of failure looking for their boxes of regrets …
“I am the WARLORD KING …”, X’inder screamed at his gronklin-style street armies …
Already, there are dringus armies forming up in the east – they seek the cloven flesh of midnight, they hunt wearing seersucker suits and wingtips … And you think you’ll flee to some caves? Buy some guns at Cabela’s? – nah my friend. GRINKEN TIME is near, and all the Hoglan VOLK will arm themselves with machetes and chain and look for the nearest TORG BEAST to harvest.
X’inder owns the beasts …
X’inder owns the sewers and the toilets …
X’inder is the window washer, X’inder is that old greasy janitor that seems to live in the closet that smells like bleach and vomit and tragedy …
You need it the way you need a wet lover on Saturday night. The lights are dim, always, because of those fucking LED street lights – the lights were brighter not so long ago. Now the race of humans crawls from one mishap to the next, in the twilight of these lights, in the shadow of an Al Gore toilet you need to flush 60 times. You need that diesel fuel to power your VOLKSWAGEN JETTA … and you don’t give a fuck if it kills some old whale in California, as long as the grizzle grease touches you and your witch wife steals the dolby buttons.
YOU NEED THAT DIESEL like you need to EAT. The food, the gombo-grease, the wheel chicklet sandwiches and burnt our frosting pies. You need the diesel so you heart can SOAR on lighting figs and scrumbo-wine.
… the time when the hippies were settling into their Clinton-Bush style American exceptional BDSM parties? Back then hooker kings ran the hooker trade just over the tracks in S’compton, near the Golden Corral that got shut down last year because someone found a dolphin tattoo on their steak … and a fingernail in the meatloaf.
It was crazy back then …
Half of all parents would put razor blades in the kids chocolate … mainly Butterfingers … because the next door neighbor’s dog told them to.
(it was awesome)
When I was a kid …
A lot of parents would put broken glass in their lemonade … they would serve it in ice cubes, in the hot sun … you’d crunch on that ice and your lips would be bleeding and the parents would laugh and laugh and laugh … because it was so fucking funny to see them damn kids lips bleeding … and crying for their mommas …
(it was beyond imagination)
wild dogs covered in leopard moss
going fishing off of the old wharf near that titty bar that burnt down
ski trip, in the mountains, where the old springs of D’Alok flow and the ancient ones do cocaine
hand out flame throwers
build little guillotines for squirrels
DEF CON 4 (1985)
One of the better post nuclear war films …
Paints a more accurate picture, reminiscent of the Aussie apocalypse flicks (Mad Max, etc) …
Has a decent plot to it …
Also a story about NOT giving up …
(full movie free on Youtube)
Damnation Alley (1977)
Not really great … but corny enough that it can make you laugh about nuclear holocaust …
“The only escape from the complexity trap is pain.” – Dr. Freckles
“The cringe’iest kind of bargaining is the bargaining for lesser catastrophes.” – Dr. Freckles
Financial debt is NOT the worst kind – though the central bankers and bitcoin fanatics and government will never tell you this.
The great DEBT problem is complexity: too much complexity, and the resource costs for maintenance, let alone expansion, become non-linear.
It’s not so much that you “run out of oil”, it’s more like there’s NO AMOUNT of ANYTHING to keep up with the complexity generated by … ding, ding, ding: government.
You want a way out of this mess? – you have to de-complexity and refactor society.
(adding complexity, like adding “87,000 IRS agents”, only makes the problem worse in a non-linear way)
And in terms of military command and control? – complexity is horrific … and it doesn’t matter how “advanced” your special weapon is … it’s an “eggs in one basket” strategy … like the death star and its ONE WEAKNESS … (that blows it up)
Something from 11/9/2020:
Warmth and Light …
“Sometimes I think that brief moment of light and heat from the nuclear weapon going off will feel kind of nice.” – Dr. Freckles
Spinning our wheels …
Biding time …
In the waiting room …
Going through the motions …
Waiting for the next shoe to drop …
It’s like the APE QUEEN, bringing her throng to Dooglinville, and not reminding herself that the undulation of her brunctis-zone where scabby beasts lurk and tuzzlelate her boovula. She swings with the WOOKIE FOLK and eats cream of cats. There were many who judged her, and were surprised when she fled the lands … and now they wait, for whatever …
It’s like that dude FRANK you knew in high school. He had firecrackers and fire ants and an aquarium with a piranha … He had porno magazines and a switchblade. He would brag about having sex with the English Comp teacher, he would tell stories of diddling little Jenny Moog in the bathroom. He smelled like bleach and cigarettes, you didn’t know if anything you were told was true. He said “I’m leaving on a spaceship and heading to MARS”, and he took off in that van that day … and now we wait, for him and his spaceship, and the cocaine …
What are we waiting for?
No exit …
Waiting for Godot …
Haunting the Jingus-Realm … living off poop soup.
Failure …
“I’m not embarrassed by my failures … I’m ashamed of the things I didn’t even try to do, because I was too afraid.” – Dr. Freckles
“They did all sex and all the drugs and they left us with their moldy rugs.” – Dr. Freckles
(cum soaked rugs)
“As history turns, the elderly are either revered or reviled.” – Dr. Freckles
Chicago …
SHEGLIN-KLAN, blood drenched fury, their eyes moving from one busty conquest to the next. Armed with bats and chain, going insane from the parasites in their food, water, rain. Jenctis-feasts being held now, where old people, old white people, are burned alive and savored by the dusky, dusty, swarthy conclave. And our own children watch as the fires glow, and Chicago becomes a graveyard, and a Bedlam …
CORBIS-ROO, the dirt-flurgur, last of the the wrench-hawks and lifetime CRIP. He has a posse of street warriors ready for action, they are armed with glock-19 designed to fire all cockeyed, the way a gangsta does when he’s high on crack and he just got done raping some white girl at the school. MIDNIGHT BASKETBALL? – hell yeah, that’s where he learned his trade, dealing, stealing, murdering and general mayhem. On those courts built by Clinton, he learned the OG way … and that’s just so Chicago.
Riviera Gomez Jones was the SOUTH SIDE sector leader for the new style AZTECS and their various Peruvian gods and INCA mud-water KINGS. A great fire eagle screamed as these mean street’r types rode their steeds down the MAG MILE, hunting gondo-flesh where the hookers clean out their boovula at Mayor Lightfoot’s street douche kiosk. “Everyone deserves a douche …”, Lori’s motto. Uugen-group hustlers break out of BOY’S TOWN, bringing their turbo crabs and their fire-herpes and their Oak Park style CLAP, all of it dripping the way Lori Lightfoot’s mouth drips drool during a long one … Chicago has NEVER been better!
We can dance around it, but Chicago is the Devil’s now. The streets are covered in a residue of evil and the people have sunken eyes and cocaine lips. They worship BAAL in the form of some frenchie living on the balcony along the gold coast. They cover themselves in GOOG-RAGS and hangout at Old Ted’s Martini bar, where they take swigs of magic-cone and then revel in their own loin grease. These traders of commodities? – trade in dreeg-flesh and human trafficking and little kids stolen from their families in the Ukraine. They will be the pall bearers for Chicago.
WAKANDA? … that’s a crack-pipe dream. WAKANDA the JUST? … just in case you were wondering, these people will eat bat and tiger and monkey. They will pickle the eyeballs of their enemies and use them in eldritch rituals involving puppies and gerbils. Their women wear nothing but one tight string, and the men wear a codpiece made of crocodile skin. WAKANDA FOREVER? – screams some hooker dying of herpes and crabs, as 9 gorillas take her for a ride. CHICAGO, Wakanda, Uganda … Idi Amin? Chicago is a love palace.
I married a girl from Chicago …
She was a skunk-wench and a whiskey-whore, she wore a hair shirt made of cats and was always late. She’d brag on Chicago, as she slurped her kale shake and talked about how many times she’s been mugged … almost like physical violation were a right of passage there, and then you realize: Chicago is Sodom … the Whore of Babylon. Dingus freaks officiated our wedding as the porn loop gave way to driggen-dancing. And those home spun walnut birds sang their songs of underwhelming light. Along the way, we forgot how to listen – so this is why we have GLOCKS.
99 sector armies are forming up near Aurora. The last of the heebus-traders sold his tiny hat to old shlomo, and now he moves gold to Haifa for the Queen. Chicago has become that black void that only Jung understood and Freud was driven by – that ugly hole of nothing rapped in pain rapped in emptiness. The people there cannot be helped, they are the bug feast of history, and soon their bones will be collected, for “bone day”, as the dogs rule the streets and the humans moan and mope and wail and slouch their way to Gomorrah … and the sun turned black for 12 days …. and all that was left was a broken landscape of morbid dreams and wild nightmares. Want to visit Chicago, amirite?
another full on PSYOP and it’s is not really happening.
partially real, partially fake – all sides conspiring.
the conflict between an empire in decline ($USD petro empire) and emergent multi-polar power blocks … some call this the Thucydides trap … whatever
But what if it is something else …
Rapture of the believers, end times and free will …
I would like to more properly explain what I was talking about in my last podcast about the Tribulation being unavoidable …
What if the Devil threw a picnic and no one showed up …
Rapture of all believers results in almost everyone being gone …
Boblimptock … revisited …
Screigling-TOG, the last elf-man of Trympton, he rode strong on the back of his battle hippo, as careless cigarette fiends lie wasted on the streets and old timey GILF hookers clean out their boovulum. Hairless toad freaks sell their pies made of nuclear waste and fear, and some wrong-time-charley finds lost love near the Tavern of Guilt. Glumpy days for the Haglin tribes, joggers all about, people looting and not shooting. A cavern lovers dream where aliens go to knock up hoes.
This is BOBLIMPTOCK …
GRINKEN TOWN wanderers own half the city, “and it’s not gonna change and we got the banks too”, screamed Haggen-Lo, the Vietnamese princess and owner of JORBEL’S FINE MEATS. Their place was for NEW KINDS of commie people, living in jingus-jars and selling their protein paste to unsuspecting Amish refugees. Never did they stop to remark on the beauty of the day, they kept time using bats and cats and rats strung up like strange fruit working their way to heaven on a thread. And the people spat at their feet … and the lords of the hills wasted, with the Wookie People, for their chance to RAVAGE and STEAL.
… and yeah … this SHIT is Boblimptock.
“INFLATION!”, screamed Queen Messtus, as her ladies in waiting massaged her body with ancient toovis-oils and whale grease. The Central Bank of Grinken, or CBG, is issuing wallet money to the harlot classes, allowing them to buy their blood turnips and their cricket flour. Voorg, the inclusive one, spoke on and on about “dropping cash from planes”, so that people can buy more planes. And the ROCKET JOOG kept complaining about strange princes from stranger lands.
… such is BOBLIMPTOCK …
When kelp warriors wear their gold, and the seal is excused from monkey-meat meals, the new angels of future stuff will spread the butter across the chasm and leave the women of GRINKEN TOWN quivering in ecstasy. Singlet wine, yurg-soup and tiger-stew are on their menu, with waiters wearing leather and diamonds and carrying bandy-bats with carpentry nails driven through them. Scared fishermen make way to safe harbor as the weather turns and the leviathan chases – flesh eating seaweed covers their bodies and blood drips from their eyes.
… and it’s fun during BOBLIMPTOCK brother …
Xyg, the tor-lord, craven and angry and hunting his cocaine juice down by the wharf … he seeks the golden stream and will convert a 1968 Pontiac GTO into a time machine, and a pocket fisherman into a dildo, and Ron Popeil into JESUS … TV jesus. Nestor hawks hunt their quarry where the greasy tricks look for young flesh. Skoog took control of sectors 4 and 33, his mind was filled with broken glass and metal shavings and rage. His fists were tough and scabbed over … his women lived in the caves.
… what mysteries lay with Boblimptock …
HAGAR tribesmen cover their bodies in tattoos and mutilations, CHEESE-MASKS are handed out to the old women so they can hear the wolf men and prepare their boovula for tantalizing exultation and moaning. Old teach with his nasty old books draws designs on the blackboard, teaches 5th grade to 8th graders who need to repeat 1st grade. Chiglin Ranz sought the crystal mallet of HORT so that the 17 witches might be punished and the armies of the EAST might rage south toward Armageddon. And the DEVIL laughed at midnight, and the babies were born under a dark star.
Can you handle BOBLIMPTOCK?
Keb? – he flew a plane for the allied armies. His jet was fast and nasty and casted from crystalline titanium, and all these weapons are controlled by his thoughts. Rockets, capable of destroying buildings and poodles, are fired while he travels at MACH 300 … so very fast. And his hooker wife? – she waits at home, watching TV, yelling at “PUTIN, PUTIN, PUTIN”, eating her hot pocket WHILE the contractor working on her kitchen eats her hot pocket. There’s no more chardonnay to drink, and the pill box is empty. Chariots of iron and wood creak their way to BOBLIMPTOCK.
Can they run?
A SKLEEG-CANNON is used when you’re fighting coober-bears. These bears wear an armor with a CLASS-8 rating, they can fling time spells and incantations. They are the guardians of lost swamps where cannibals hangout and make pizza. They are the wanderers, the broken records, the one shoe. They are the mailbox that is full, but full of what? – “Those pictures you have been looking for?” … but were you looking SCRO? His deception is full and the bread of the past is moldy. The wine of madness is still being sold at 7/11 …
Ready for convenient shopping during BOBLIMPTOCK?
Cat herders from S’compton leave the bones for the dogs, their hand cannons blazing with jergin-fury and their women rubbing their strimbo to achieve total oneness. West side and east side rappers keep the fire blazing, as angry cops beat their suspects and dump them off of Muscle Beach and Medina and near the old pier where the LA PD beat that old lady to death two years ago. And VENICE BEACH? – her queenly ways will bewilder and beguile, and the whale merchants will suckle upon fried grizzle.
… want to know more about BOBLIMPTOCK?
“MALIBU LIGHTING”, demanded a jogger. It was day 33 of the police strike, and the hookers were all in chains. Wild and mean dogs chase the hookers down the street, as their pimps rule each corner and the pill merchants rule the ether space. Cocaine cougars, lonely in the Brentwood Hills, touch and rub their nuggy-dingle and imagine bare chested dusky and dusty and swarthy types breaking down her door and managing her arousal, 6 on 1. And that burger joint? – they’re beyond meat now. Dead rat and cat are for closers, the mystery meat tacos are for the kangus warriors and the crips and the bloods.
… and you can be a hip hop king?
I knew he was cleaven-beast when I saw that scrumbo. He was hanging down by the CHEVRON off of Drimpton Street, not far from where those crips got slaughtered six years ago after those nuns went missing … we don’t talk about it. HOOGER-CROW? HOOGER-CROW our scroglon lord stepped out of the darkness wearing a codpiece of silver and steel. He smiled his crooked smile as he swung his ax and kilt my friend Junctis. He declared the age of BOBLIMPTOCK when he saw the fire eaters doing their dance, and the men of DORBOH finding poison eels in the sewer. HOOGER was the first warlord of boblimptock, he road a wolf into battle …
.. boblimptock the great?
“The tisker-rat is fine eating”, declared LORD BOBLIMPTOCK. “I feed on this as I feed on souls, and my own heart becomes stonier, my fingers caked in blood …” It was the age of GROTON, when young ladies would form lines just to get a piece of his sluggle-oil. The GREAT LORD, as he was called, would bathe in drinktus and muskrat flesh and the sauce of Fue-Master-Gurgen. And in this solace he would imagine the coming wars against MARS and the LAST HOOKER REPUBLIC of MARS … and what that would mean to his 50 wives and 432 childrens … maybe 434 …
… is he not magnificent? Is he not BOBLIMPTOCK?
Messengers of the future are telling you to caste out your rage and replace it with broken glass, and metal shavings, and sawdust, and diesel. You have the oyster of success, your hooker wife awaits you, 66 floors up from 6th AVE, somewhere near the DREGEN CLANS where pear mist sundaes are served to heroin addicts and their funken-folk. TREGLEN, the UNDULATING? – his own posse hunts flesh down there, those loose women in high skirts, being chased by wild dogs at the park. TREGLEN has his fill of that booty, and the world turns grey and red.
… but LORD BOBLIMPTOCK will rule, and all the skugglin-feeders will be his serfs.
HOOGER-CROW has seen the signs. He has collected his own skungo army and is readying his sword. He has PILES of silver, stacked at warehouses, in the Catskills … and he’s ready to pull out his pistol of deflationary oblivion as long as the hookers take VISA …
He has the heart of the newstyle clown-king, and his name will be known among the 8,000 tribes of NYC.
I met HOOGER in San Francisco back in 1987. He was one of those YOUNG PUNKS making his way, going from one cocaine snake pit to the next. We shared hookers and heroin, we drove a Lambo out to Munkton Point. He showed me his plan, and I knew he was the one. He said “we’ll be KINGS of the new realm, and all the lands will be ours, all the bodies will be buried, all the sparrow hawks will kneel before us”, and then he passed out, started convulsing, I had to wipe the vomit out of his throat so he wouldn’t die.
8 Regling-armies are forming outside of S’compton … the grinken hordes are massaging their sklib, sharpening their swords, staring deeply into the abyss of soul pain. SCRANKTON, the CHANG-CHONG LEADER, built his own abattoir of drinkton speed freaks and old style groglon monkey women. And when the scarlet whore spreads her legs, you know her kumm is made of honey wine.
Christian End Times Scare Flicks: 70’s to the Present …
A thief in the night (1973)
A distant thunder (1978)
Image of the Beast (1981) — computers take front stage in this one …
The Prodigal Planet (1984)
Apocalypse (1998)
Left Behind: The Movie (2000)
Left Behind: Tribulation Force (2002)
Left Behind: World at War (2005)
The End Times (2006)
Left Behind (Nicolas Cage starring) (2014) — I feel sorry for Nicolas …
The Rapture: the beginning of the end (2015)
“Vanished” – Left Behind: Next Generation (2016)
Government …
“Government: the soft quilt that strangles you to death.” – Dr. Freckles
Hate or Love …
“Do you know what is required to either hate or love someone? – that you KNOW them.” – Dr. Freckles
There’s FALSE and then there’s …
“There’s logically false, and then there’s WA DC.” – Dr. Freckles
Rigidity VS Stability …
“Never mistake rigidity or stiffness for stability or strength.” – Dr. Freckles
FIN-TECH, SUPER-CITIES and BITCOIN …
Had to do the infinite dance with the checkout machine, AGAIN, today … tap, tap, tap … tap that ass … maybe my transaction will be taken THIS TIME … funny: they said these computers would make things more efficient …
I laugh at the fuckers who ask me why I use paper money …. cash.
I joked to the folks at the Maverick saying “I studied the collapse of the USSR in grad school, so none of this shocks me …” … they laughed … they weren’t sure why.
I remember this family member telling me Seattle was a unstoppable super city …
I remember the fucks in 1995 telling me the government CAN’T CONTROL the WWW …
I remember this “friend” who keeps pushing crypto as an ALT currency for anarchists … yeah … that grift keeps on giving …
Normal or THE END …
“History isn’t binary bro … there’s the END OF THE WORLD and EVERYTHING IS FINE and EVERY WEIRD STATE in between.” – Dr. Freckles
Just yesterday I was saying: why are the lights still on in Kiev?
Well it looks like Putin listens to my podcast, because VOILA … we have a lot of logistical and infrastructure issues in Ukraine today because they were impacted by Russian missiles.
Now what?
Putin doesn’t have to launch any ground offensives. He can sit on his gains, solidify defenses, and reduce Ukraine to 18th Century living standards from a distance …
Does he launch an early winter offensive against Odessa?
Does he try to take Kiev?
You know the Russians have strategic momentum when you realize THEY have a lot of good options …
Movie: The Thaw (2009), roughly a decade before the “pandemic” …
Movie: Contagion (2011), roughly a decade before the “pandemic” …
(there’s a whole LIST of movies …)
Remember when …
Remember when our parents had to harvest the loin grease of wild dogs and cats and bats, so that they could ferment it and you’d have something to take to school that day to trade with the bully who beat you senseless and left you in a ditch to die? – that was great …
Remember when you and your wife took that trip to Grinken Town, but the EAST SIDE HOOLIES were causing havoc, and your wife was sold as a white slave to Chairman Muumbasa … all for a few protein cubes and some jinctus-sauce? – great times.
Remember when you were 20 years old, but you were lost at sea. You fell in love with a Dutch princess and heiress named Victoria Zantos-Rockus-Muller. And you ingungulated her bloovis zone, as the moisture of rapturous love filled the cabin of her yacht, and you hit some reef off of Malta, and all were lost at sea … except you … and Billy Zane? – AWESOME …
Remember that time that spook’s wife, a friend of your mom, came up to you at your mom’s funeral and told you a tale of US experimentation on sailors, marines, other service members, at Bikini Atoll in 1946 … and she gripped some manila folder tightly across her breast … and told you that your DAD was one of these guinea pigs. Your dad, that volunteered to serve in the Pacific theater at the age of 17? Needed his parent’s signature to enlist? Remember THAT FUCKING BULLSHIT?
Self control == Anarchism == Sovereignty == Self-governance
When the “monkey herpes” began, I was thinking about “taking better care of myself”. Maybe not drinking so many beers … maybe walking or running … I even spent a couple weeks jogging in March/April 2020 … before the onset of “race war”.
But it struck me, soon after they announced “warp speed” vaccines, and Bon Jovi’s “do what yer told” music video, that it didn’t really matter. The only thing I was certain of then, is what I am certain of today: much of the “current events”, as reported, are a PSYOP, a smokescreen … to cover up something. Given the scale and nature of the manipulation, trauma based mind control, it can’t be anything good … they are, figuratively speaking, carpet bombing the third eye, why?
So get into good shape, and take your booster. Eat kale … I really don’t give a fuck … but if you’re one of these FUCKERS that gives holiday speeches about fitness and “self control”, but you wore the coffee filters and preach voting? … FUCK OFF … for what’s left of your confused life.
“If you’re some asshole that gives speeches about ‘self control’ to your fat friends, but you’re also a voter? – you’re a douche bag.” – Dr. Freckles
And then there’s the thing about botulism exposure.
A friend of mine, a listener, recommended another theory …
That it’s possible TPTB are poisoning the food supply … so let’s revisit COVID.
If these people are so smart, why would they use a bioweapon that can easily be traced to its source? Why not use binary and trinary toxins, in the food supply, in the pharma delivery services? This type of action would be hard to detect, until it’s too late … it would be FAST vs the COVID PSYOP slow burn.
STEAMBOAT
We went to Steamboat, CO, the other day. That was interesting.
We took the 40 out to BLINKTON, and then went to see the dinosaur ghosts. Every year thousands go to Blinkton, to see the bones, to talk about their favorite dinosaurs, as the water dries up and the fish go south.
6 hours out of Jig, Wyoming, we got lost and there was no cell service. We spent so much time on those dirt roads trying to find our way back, seeing places frequented by mantis-bats and owl-possum. We got hungry, so we pulled over at this one horse diner in Shmigington, not far from Flaming Gorge and that spot where those old people were drowned last year … and nobody likes to talk about it …
All they had was pork loin and tister-oil. They mixed it all into a bleen salad and tossed these bowls of wrath in front of us, and you could feel the earth twitching … “It’s all we got, nothing grows here any longer, not sense they started the spraying … That old fishwife pointed up at the sky as she said those words, and then picked her nose and rubbed the booger onto the table … and then walked away. So we got back on the road.
After several more hours of hooker side roads and elephant off ramps, we pulled into a “LOAF and JUG” not far from the “KUM and GO” where those 12 hookers were buried a few years ago … we don’t talk about it. We were 2 hours out of STEAMBOAT when we saw the sign … “90 miles to STEAMBOAT” … and so our driver stepped on the gas, to cut the trip down to one hour of hard driving …
When we got close to STEAMBOAT, we stopped at Milner Mall … where they have the landfill scavengers living, folks who make shoes out of old tires and wear frayed garbage bags and painter’s drop plastic and eat scroglon-stew …
We got into STEAMBOAT late, and it was mostly filled with hipster-trust-fund types and anal-wizards. Some screeg-roon strig and mountain hustlers … They were selling dunder knives, claiming some old style injun magician made them … in his home … using melted down needles from the addicts in San Fran … he won the “who’s who” in Colorado art 5 years running.
After drinking mead at Sarah’s Tail Shoppe, we went over to the thrunket pond, where at midnight, every day, STEAMBOAT’s residents roast some random homeless dude over a fire. They feed on his meats … they savor his despair.
As the smoke from the dead fills the air, and midnight turns to 3 AM, we got back into our car, and left that cursed place …
We tossed insults at the funken-folk, as they swallowed mouthfuls of prestige and premium shopping.
STEAMBOAT is doomed.
“I am your pork sword, you are my butternut ham hock …”, is that a pickup line?
I cannot tell a lie …
“If anyone says ‘I cannot tell a lie’? – you know they are either a liar or Jesus.” – Dr. Freckles
The GERMAN …
The GERMAN MIND is a TIME SALAMANDER …
He sees through the munctis and scrimulack and other soul debris.
His music is the “clang, clang, clang” of steel being strengthened …
If the GERMAN has access to cheap Russian gas and oil and other condom related products?
THE GERMAN will DEFY the WORLD …
NATO MAN wants to control the GERMAN MIND. To wrangle his spirit into a dark cubicle of regret. The NATO man sends his twinks, his trannies, to enslave the GERMAN, and to frustrate the RUSSIAN. But German MAN and RUSSIAN MAN were meant for one another, they dream of oil baths and hot Friday nights. NATO man is jealous, and covered in crabs.
“CAN YOU SMELL THE JINCTUS!”, screamed Volgram, the last of the sheep masters.
“Yes Sire, I can sense the coming fire …”
For 300 throggin-trig, the Gloob people had gathered bits of metal and plastic from what was once BERLIN. They scour the ditches, tossing over old moldy wooden boxes only to find the bones of children, dead many throg. As the time oracle would say … “they were once Germans, they were once alive” … before the FIRST FIRE was sent by people who wore very small hats.
Written on the faces of these wastrels, “we should have listened, we should have turned EAST”.
The GERMAN MAN eats muskrat waffles, and pisses blood and whiskey. He wakes each morning to the sound of destiny, as his tanks are filled by RUSSIAN princes.
The GERMAN MAN wears a codpiece made of silver and iron, and he wields an AX of diamonds and titanium. He suckles upon the fruit of disdain, as NATO MAN prances about …
The GERMAN MAN needs RUSSIAN FUEL and with this he and his hyperborean women will RULE MARS!
Forever covered in giblets and greases.
Forgiveness …
“The counter-party to forgiveness is remorse and restoration.” – Dr. Freckles
Hookers and princesses …
“What’s the difference between a hooker and a princess? – how close you look.” – Dr. Freckles
Bought a basic computer for under $300 … from AMAZON. It didn’t take a UBUNTU 22 build, but it did take UBUNTU 18.04 just fine … at this point? – maybe having an older OS, even if it’s LINUX, is better. And have copies of the bootable OS on USB drives (plural): https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0B4D44D56?psc=1&ref=ppx_yo2ov_dt_b_product_details . BTW … you could go cheap and get a RASPBERRY PI … sometimes we go too cheap. The GEEKOM is very fast, faster than I expected, and has decent onboard video/audio support.
Not giving up on our RAD projects, but the last 6 months has been hard. Hard to keep going with no money, hard to (at 52 years old) to do the 16 hour days in order to make both a “real job” and this work, but we’re not giving up. I plan on taking lessons learned from our first rad-term software ecosystem and instead go 100% python on the client side, other than the necessary JS8Call app running.
MICRO-HARASSMENT … like micro-aggression … but per the issue of sexual harassment. That scoopy movement with both hands … the one hand making an OH … and the other hand with one finger going in and out, reciprocally, like a dick. I invented this concept, I don’t care.
What was the worst thing that happened on your trip?
What was the best thing that happened on your trip?
Tell us about the food in rural France? Compare this to food available in the urban areas? (think about what I’ve said: where the FEMA camps are)
Did you see any signs of social deterioration?
Did you avoid no-go zones?
Would you recommend France to other people?
Why didn’t you buy Dan a case of French wine?
Anything else of interest, and the upcoming prophecy series using Maranatha (Bultema) as a guide …
Mike’s Notes:
Traveling: Air travel and the fraud of “customs” – appears to be a make-work program that’s run by computers. None of the documents we were told to travel with were asked for, except our passports. We were not even questioned about the purpose of our visit aside from tourism.
As far as trains? – took the RER to Paris from Charles De Gaulle. First train we got on broke before it even left the station. The train ride was depressing. Paris suburbs are a mess.
Food: The food was amazing from the first bite in Paris and got markedly better the further we traveled away from major cities.
€12 platter of local food(see photo)
Wine. No sulfates/sulfides = no headache
Beer. Tasty and not quite as alcoholic as American craft beer
Village food is unreal. No meal for two over $40 including drinks and dessert.
The mysterious skin issues I’ve been dealing with since 2006 disappeared by day two.
My sense of smell took a 20X by day two
Lost 8 pounds and I ate like a fatso….
People: Outside of cities – relatively high trust society. Keys left in parked cars. Super polite way of dealing with one another. An emphasis on some formality. No expectation of friendship just because you met someone.
Driving: ZERO left lane camping on any freeway except where there was congestion.
At least they’re honest…. Lol
Many French I spoke with had a realistic view of the government. In sum “they” will do what they want and don’t care about the people. Encountered only 2 certified assholes during the entire two weeks
Housing: Outside of the cities, housing is cheap. I saw nice 2-4 bedroom houses on a bit of property for anywhere from €90,000 to €200,000. Very affordable.
The thing about military psychological warfare, it’s about capture – capturing the minds of men and women.
If you wore the coffee filter? – you were captured.
If you listened to Ian Miles Wrong or Andy Ngo Clue and the race war fear? – you were captured.
If you think ANY of the Trump-Biden trauma drama is real? – you have been captured.
If you look at the Ukraine conflict from a superficial angle? – you have been captured.
Jenghiz-TORR
He ruled realm-44-ZED, not far from the old border with Mexico. He kept cage-rats and elephant-bats and monkeys from the swamps of Utah. His women revered HIM and his life tube, they mungulated-their boovluzz while inguzzlating their thrinktus hole. They would be in heat for weeks while awaiting his albino sauce.
“Is the time right?”, Ned, the LAND-SURFER, asked Jenghiz.
“The time?”, Jenghiz looked up towards are dark sky of rage, and fire, and smoke, and pain.
He knew the time of TORBULIS was upon his peoples …
He knew the GORGAN-KING was organizing hooker princes and stripper queens. His mind was filled with ants, and his heart was broken by too many loves lost. The KING would form up his junket-army, arming his gangs with bats and chain … yearning for fringo-dust.
“THE TIME HAS COME!”, Jenghiz howled …
“We need to dust off our bats and chain, we need to fill our pillow cases with rocks and revenge. All french bulldogs need to be harvested to grease our tanks, all the res dogs need to prepare as hell hounds and war dogs … We cannot stop the coming of ROOG, but we can pull together the shallow corn and hurdle-beasts, and make a stew of readiness.”
And Jenghiz finished his speech …
And the people mumbled and groaned, but preparations for war were made.
It was the time of ROOG, the time of the harbingers and nerf-herders and the old style herpes soup …
And the sun went down on these lands …
And the coyotes counted their blessings.
Empires …
“Empires, at the end, implode or explode.” – Dr. Freckles
I think the US empire will implode, assuming the WW3 gambit does not work.
Life …
“Situational stupidity: that’s another name for life.” – Dr. Freckles
Solomon …
“Wisdom vs money … or gold. You can always buy as much wisdom as you want, and you’ll want more hookers.” – Dr. Freckles
Today … in nuke war …
If the Ukraine isn’t just another coordinated PSYOP snuff flick, then what happens next is critical.
– Russia does nothing, consolidates control in the breakaway regions of Ukraine, and waits for a call from Germany in November
– Russia picks a proportional target … what would that be? An LNG ship?
– Russia figures out that “not playing” or “playing by the rules” are no longer options with an insane, and possibly evil, opponent … and that means strategic and selected nuke strikes on key C2 and C3 targets, including a blanketing EMP attack to keep a lid on the pot … they don’t invade, it’s not RED DAWN. They wait to negotiate with whomever crawls out of their bunker first.
Of course, NATO could come to its senses and turn this off … but not likely.
Escalation at this point is also telegraphing your punches … and Russia has very little incentive to do a piece wise incremental movement to nuke war.
Both Russia and China would be best served to jump to the first strike, pick good targets, immobilize target nations with EMP.
Yes – there are dead man switches …
(but Biden … and then you drop the mic)
Also, conveniently …
This “Ukraine War” kept a lid on most Arctic Circle research since February …
And, randomly, this methane blowout in the Baltic is eerily similar to coastal and estuarial methane hydrate blowouts predicted by the Clathrate Gun. (and none of this is related to driving SUVs or eating meat)
We will see …
TPTB have been conducting high level military psychological warfare since early 2020 … LIES at this scale do not tend to hide “nice things”.
(not likely they’re preparing a surprise party)
Here are some upcoming events that could halt WW3.
– Zelensky government collapses, new government makes peace with Russia
– NATO fractures
– China normalizes relations with Taiwan (not likely)
I think, assuming this war is real and Putin is a rational independent agent:
Putin’s next move is to consolidate gains and do nothing. The pipeline can be fixed. I think he believes the Zelensky government will be in trouble, and he’s right.
The Zelensky government falls, a more moderate non-aligned replacement takes over, and a peace is made with Russia.
NATO could try to keep the war going at that point, but not without risking a war that has both Russia and the Ukraine fighting NATO satanists.
Zelensky is in trouble. He either uses some Epstein style “get out of jail free card” and gets resettled in Miami or Israel …
Or, Ukrainians kill Zelensky …
He could make peace with Putin, but the CIA would kill him before that.
If …
“If you’re an anarchist, practice it in your daily life.” – Dr. Freckles
Good times … Bad times …
“There are good times and bad times in all times.” – Dr. Freckles
Son of Bill
I was thinking about my writing. It’s not super well edited or proof read. And if I asked Boomer, the dog, his opinion? – he’d say it’s “ruff”.
But then he’d say … “I’m Son of Bill”
“You gonna tell me to kill Bill?”
“Nah … I want you to sell diet pills – but it’s really poorly cooked meth …”
“Okay … that’s not killing people …”
“Well … the pills will shut down their kidneys in about 4 days … not quality pills … I’m Son of Bill. …”
“So I will be killing people …”
“Yeah … it’s ruff …”
“Ruff life …”
“Ruff”
Black Markets
“If the black markets are big, the tyranny is big.” – Dr. Freckles
Communists …
“A communist is an anarchist pending a LOT of DISAPPOINTMENT!” – Dr. Freckles
Canal Foam
A listener asked me, “what’s canal foam?”
What’s in it?
condoms and tampons … all can be reused and sold.
Dringus and trig
mucous
blood and viscera
rotten food
dead animals
agricultural runoff
chunks of dead bodies
Coblin-Folk are hiding in their dens, sharpening sticks and dreaming of the blood harvest. The Strog-Witch is making talismans, and placing these on each fault line … to bring forth the END.
Knowing you will die …
Makes life more interesting …
pick last words (mine will be related to some treasure map)
nothing can silence, no fear, no prison, no cop
if you’re a Christian? – you have spiritual faith and strength that adds even more power
You may or may not have noticed this, but the military psychological warfare, since 2020, has been both extreme and controlled. Almost as if they could turn it on or off, geographically or in terms of time.
A PSYOP is often a lie intended to cover up or deceive some opponent about real intentions or events ongoing. PSYOPs can use real events as pivot points or even engines of fear, but the purpose is usually shared.
What have been the main messages of these PSYOPs since 2020:
Mostly don’t travel, don’t talk to people, you can’t trust anyone, but you can trust the government.
These managed events obscure some deeper truth, and that is what I ponder, late at night, when I am unable to sleep.
COVID MONKEY HERPES: LOW
RACE WAR: LOW
GENDER SEX WAR: MEDIUM
UKRAINE AND PUTIN BAD: HOT
COIN SHORTAGE: COLD
TOILET PAPER SHORTAGE: COLD
BORDER CRISIS: MEDIUM
BIDEN TRUMP TRAUMA DRAMA: MEDIUM
ECONOMIC COLLAPSE: HOT
FOOD SHORTAGES: MEDIUM
INFLATION: HOT
*** Ukraine PSYOP might be turned down to LOW soon … give it another week.
He rose up when the new wind blew, a cat hustler from Tempe, raised by cave-minstrels and carny folk and old whiskey preachers …
The NEW WIND BLEW when Putin and Biden and Zelensky and Xi and the old black hangmen held a meeting at Mt. Anger. They said “we can’t have this joy and love, we can’t have a God above, so let’s set fire to the garden …” Of course, we were kicked out of the garden a long time ago.
Dingus hounds wail and howl. The River of Jergins flowed backwards, and the canal foam harvesters scooped up their green glowing booty and made their way to Popeye’s for the new NEW crispy chicken sandwich. “I see your fire lust”, mumbled Q’orgon, to each passerby. He sat outside the Popeye’s, begging for sclingus flesh and harlot wine.
They flipped the switch, and the foul stench spread. Dead hawk kings rose up in the EAST. Old style MINERVA released 8 fetid waves of despair and bleakness. The CARGO CULT KINGS moved to Antarctica, and the rest of those bat-children loaded onto submarines, on their way to STAGING ZONE ALPHA.
Q’orgon found himself abandoned in the dusty nowhere land.
Q’orgon sought out wood chips and broken glass and diesel fuel and metal shavings and broken glass, he mashed this all into a dust. He took an old rusty tire iron and gouged out a space in his chest, and he packed that wound with the musty things he’d been collecting for the feast.
The NEW WIND stopped blowing, the plants started dying. The cragen-whores erected wooden statues of french bulldogs in honor of BAAL.
The land became barren, the women became sultry. The men ran about in codpieces made of deer hide. And Q’orgon was there …
Q’orgon befriended DOC JOOG, the last surgeon. JOOG went to the dump and junkyard and found bits of metal and rubber and radioactive waste. He fashioned fists of glowing titanium, and feet made of iron and cobalt and cesium … he glowed red with fury and he carried a sword made of gold and steel, and his women rubbed blimey oils on their jugs.
And with this, he replaced all of himself. Made himself over for the wasteland. Q’orgon was reborn, a barbarian king, an apocalyptic porn star, the stallion of the dead lands …
“DOC JOOG”, Q’orgon asked, “CAN I HAVE ONE OTHER THING?”
Q’orgon asked for a hydraulic system supported 14 inch titanium cock … flashing lights and smoke effects. It could project fire balls and please 38 women at the same time …
A power tool for women to ungudjoolate themselves against as they rub their various scribly regions ….
A member that would make him king of the DEAD LANDS …
In a nuke war, women wear almost nothing, they cover themselves in muskrat juice, they’re hot and crazy and very loose
In a nuke war, Lee Marvin will roam the countryside, driving his Army jeep, looking for something to love … he’ll find a mutant sheep, he’ll settle down and marry, they will have a nuke-baby … they’ll name it Harry.
Wookies come down from the Crazy Mountains, they find Montana wine and ravage the busty maidens …. they wield swords of fire … their eyes glow brightly … the cockroach-stew, is meant for me and you … in a nuke war
People will eat chimpanzee burgers
You can live in an orbital facility, making zero G love to Scarlett Johannson
You can get on board a starship headed for Martian colonies having sideways sex with Mrs Troobis … and she gives you an A.
In a nuke war … You will want to have condiments … Mustard, hot sauce, Sriracha … You will need the condiments because you will eat two things: – canal foam – human trog meat
In a nuke war, all the races will be melted into one.
You will smoke anti-radiation cigarettes, as your 3D printer cranks out tiny 0.5 kiloton nukes … you will have your own shoulder fired launcher … you will take out your ex wife first.
All of this happens in a nuke war …
Social Contract
“The perfect social contract is NO social contract.” – Dr. Freckles
Don’t give up …
“If you’re not dead, you have another chance to fail!” – Dr. Freckles
9/24 …
According to the Simpsons, Homer predicted SOMETHING BIG on 9/24/2022 … best minds believe this refers to the BIG FOOT ONSLAUGHT or WOOKIE WAVE …
The Big Foot people are sick of our shit. They stand 15 feet tall and weigh 600 pounds and can rip your arms off and beat you to death with them. They are tired of our crap and our race wars and gender wars and deconstructive liberal ass-hattery.
They seek our flesh, to ungudgulate themselves and to excite their female’s boovula. They will use our munctis-grease for festivals of promiscuity and fertility so that more wookie people can rule the post nuclear war wastelands.
The Antichrist …
He will be young – and a HE. Probably his early 30’s when the tribulation or end times begin.
He will be successful, brilliant.
He will be attractive, charismatic.
He will be so irresistible that people won’t understand why some reject him, and many will.
He will come with MAGICAL SOLUTIONS to dire circumstances like: famine, disease, disasters known and unknown.
He will begin as a peace maker, bringing the powers of the world under his sway.
He will end as a war maker, seeking the destruction of all mankind.
Those Christians left in the world, after the arrival of the anti-Christ, will be tested – many will fail.
Humans who do not believe in Jesus and His Resurrection, will still have a chance during the end times to turn to God. The window will exist, because the Ecclesiastical life of humans will be so hard, dangerous, miserable and filled with tests of faith.
Meals …
“Every meal I prepare has an ICD-10 diagnosis code associated with it.” – Dr. Freckles
Pain …
You will wander the gusto fields, looking for angel wax. Your dog will hunt the eagle-ferret, your hooker wife will make the stew … and there will be pain … and you’ll feel it … deep inside.
You will seek out the crystal of ORBIS-THROG, making love to the 7 witches, climbing Mt. Dinctus and hanging brains with the YOGI di RAMA … and YES there will be pain … and your body will become smelly, rancid, yellow, and filled with swamp gas.
Yeah … there’s pain.
You will wander down to the wharf and meet Captain Nemo at a gay bar … the bar will be the blue oyster, the Captain will be playing grab ass with a twink … he looks at you, with his bloodshot eyes, and cum covering his greasy hands and you wonder … if you fell in love with him, would there be pain …. ANS: YES FUCKER … it’s like Disney Land, and filled with gombo-creeps and pedos … THERE WILL BE PAIN.
You were space-cracker 99, you rode the star-lines with Peter Weller. Your cyber-cat said “don’t trust him”, your stripper-maid said “give me his sminctus”. Time was frozen, and your last wife, or your first wife, stole the golden-hoe candles and now you’re drifting towards that black hole where Matthew McConaughey and Nicholas Cage baked fraggle-cookies and designed robot-Kevin Bacon … and there will be pain … and there’s no stopping it.
Amazon … you have excess warehouse space in SPAIN.
This excess warehouse space will be used for splunker-harvests. Old scrag folk will be picked up on Tuesday from the old folks home … and then taken to the rendering yard where the dingus-hounds bark at them and usher them into the chipper. Blake Screeg, the UURT-KING, fed those droppings to long dead snail-wolves and those weird fresh street gangs that carry glocks and fire them sideways OG. And yes – there is pain.
YOU …
In your ignorance …
Will master the cards and the broads and sing the songs of cocaine and strippers …
AND YEAH …
THERE WILL BE PAIN!
To be happy …
“Not needing a lot to be happy is a super power.” – Dr. Freckles
Anarchist Rommel …
“Gustavus Adolphus and Cromwell were very close to becoming Anarchist-Rommel.” – Dr. Freckles
Here’s where MAD (mutual assured destruction) breaks down:
– if our government has been unable to maintain our nuclear deterrence
– if China, Russia, or both know that our nuclear deterrence is significantly weaker than we claim, and overall personnel readiness may be worse
– if China, Russia, or both suspect that they are no longer dealing with a rational opponent
then
It is in their best interest to launch a preemptive first strike, targeting command and control and communications and decapitate the US government. They don’t invade, they allow the new US government to sue for peace.
So, if you think the UKRAINE situation is real? – then you have to accept the possibility that this isn’t TALIBAN or AL QAEDA or desperately poor people in places no one cares about … This is Russia, China, or both … and maybe India … good luck … especially if our deterrence isn’t as advertised.
Find the most brain damaged alcoholic out there, the craziest, the one with the most holes in the frontal lobe?
That’s Biden …
When Herman Kahn was working out the calculus of nuclear strategy, he did not envision a USA that:
– had a mentally deficient and deranged president
– a questionable deterrent
The strong dollar …
“Don’t mistake a strong fiat currency for anything other than a turd covered in powdered sugar.” – Dr. Freckles
The spectrum of politics …
Commie: womb thinking
People, in between, negotiating how many beatings they want
Anarchist: adult thinking
Happiness …
“Your desire to be happy conspires against you.” – Dr. Freckles
How to talk about Christ …
“Jesus didn’t go around, knocking on doors, threatening people or scaring them … except when it came to money changers in the temple.” – Dr. Freckles
5th American Hooker Republic …
Articles of Confederation / Declaration of Independence
U.S. Constitution (1787 to 1861)
Confederacy (1861 to 1865)
U.S. Constitution (1865 to WHEN?)
What is coming?
More power outages, brownouts, surges. Each day the USA is feeling more like a second or third world country.
It might seem crazy what I am 'bout to say
Sunshine, she's here, you can take a break
I'm a hot air balloon that could go to space
With the air, like I don't care, baby by the way
Huh (Because I'm happy)
Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof
(Because I'm happy)
Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth
(Because I'm happy)
Clap along if you know what happiness is to you
(Because I'm happy)
Clap along if you feel like that's what you wanna do
Here come bad news talking this and that (Yeah)
Well give me all you got, don't hold back (Yeah)
Well I should probably warn you I'll be just fine (Yeah)
No offense to you don't waste your time
Here's why
Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof
(Because I'm happy)
Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth
(Because I'm happy)
Clap along if you know what happiness is to you
(Because I'm happy)
Clap along if you feel like that's what you wanna do
Uh, bring me down
Can't nothing, bring me down
My level's too high to bring me down
Can't nothing, bring me down, I said
Bring me down, can't nothing
Bring me down
My level's too high to bring me down
Can't nothing, bring me down, I said
Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof
(Because I'm happy)
Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth
(Because I'm happy)
Clap along if you know what happiness is to you
(Because I'm happy)
Clap along if you feel like that's what you wanna do
Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof
(Because I'm happy)
Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth
(Because I'm happy)
Clap along if you know what happiness is to you
(Because I'm happy)
Clap along if you feel like that's what you wanna do
Uh, bring me down (Happy, happy, happy, happy)
Can't nothing (Happy, happy, happy, happy)
Bring me down, my level's too high
To bring me down (Happy, happy, happy, happy)
Can't nothing (Happy, happy, happy, happy)
Bring me down, I said
Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof
(Because I'm happy)
Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth
(Because I'm happy)
Clap along if you know what happiness is to you (ayy, ayy, ayy)
(Because I'm happy)
Clap along if you feel like that's what you wanna do
Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof
(Because I'm happy)
Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth
(Because I'm happy)
Clap along if you know what happiness is to you (hey)
(Because I'm happy)
Clap along if you feel like that's what you wanna do
[Verse 1]
I'm not gonna ask you to listen to me
I'm not trying to tell you now who you should be
I'm just delirious from losing my sleep
And in all of those hours that I lay awake
Staring at something that gets in the way
I see a reason for all our mistakes
And how everything changed
[Pre-Chorus]
We all got used to the hit and run
Never wanna face the damage we've done
You can bury all your bones
But they're gonna follow you home
[Chorus]
So if you're gonna open your mouth, say something beautiful
What you put out will always come back to you
Every word counts, so say something beautiful
If you're gonna open your doors, be open to anyone
What's it all for if you can't love everyone?
Mean every word and say something beautiful
Say something beautiful
[Verse 2]
Everyone everywhere wants to be first
Just 'cause we scream doesn't mean we'll be heard
We'd all play our part, we're so unrehearsed
Will anything change?
[Pre-Chorus]
We all got used to the hit and run
Never wanna face the damage we've done
You can bury all your bones
But they're gonna follow you home
[Chorus]
So if you're gonna open your mouth, say something beautiful
What you put out will always come back to you
Every word counts, so say something beautiful
If you're gonna open your doors, be open to anyone
What's it all for if you can't love everyone?
Mean every word and say something beautiful
Say something beautiful
[Bridge]
Oh whoa
Say something beautiful
Oh whoa
Say something beautiful
Oh whoa
Say something beautiful
Oh whoa
[Pre-Chorus]
We all got used to the hit and run
Never wanna face the damage we've done
You can bury all your bones
But they're gonna follow you home
[Chorus]
So if you're gonna open your mouth, say something beautiful
What you put out will always come back to you
Every word counts, so say something beautiful
If you're gonna open your doors, be open to anyone
What's it all for if you can't love everyone?
Mean every word and say something beautiful
Say something beautiful
If you're gonna open your mouth, say something beautiful
(Oh whoa)
What you put out will always come back to you
(Say something beautiful)
Every word counts, so say something beautiful
(Oh whoa)
Say something beautiful
Do what you gotta do – Bon Jovi (2020) [JUST IN TIME for the PANDEMIC]
Tonight, they're shutting down the borders
And they boarded up the schools
Small towns are rolling up their sidewalks
One last paycheck coming through
I know you're feeling kind of nervous
We're all a little bit confused
Nothing's the same, this ain't a game
We gotta make it through
As we wave outside the window
Older loved ones stay inside
Moms and babies blowing kisses
May be saving someone's life
They had to cancel graduation
It ain't fair to Skype the prom
Our kids sit home in isolation
TV news is always on
When you can't do what you do
You do what you can
This ain't my prayer, it's just a thought
I'm wanting to send
'Round here we bend but don't break
Down here, we all understand
When you can't do what you do
You do what you can
The chicken farm from Arkansas
Bought workers PPE
Not before 500 more
Had succumbed to this disease
Honest men and honest women
Working for an honest wage
I got a hundred point one fever
And we still got bills to pay
When you can't do what you do
You do what you can
This ain't my prayer, it's just a thought
I'm wanting to send
'Round here we bend but don't break
Down here, we all understand
When you can't do what you do
You do what you can
They built a hospital on East Meadow
In Central Park last night
Doctors, nurses, truckers
Grocery store clerks manning the front lines
I saw a Red Cross on the Hudson
They turned off the Broadway lights
Another ambulance screams by
There by the grace of God go I
Although I'll keep my social distance
What this world needs is a hug
Until we find the vaccination
There's no substitute for love
So love yourself and love your family
Love your neighbor and your friend
Ain't it time we loved the stranger
They're just a friend you ain't met yet
When you can't do what you do
You do what you can
This ain't my prayer, it's just a thought
I'm wanting to send
'Round here we bend but don't break
Down here, we all understand
When you can't do what you do
You do what you can
When you can't do what you do
You do what you can
RAD ENGINEERING work? – yes, but I’m kind of severely depressed right now and in general when I’m this depressed I’m not super productive on technical projects. It’s transitory, it’s getting better, but I think it will be another week or two before I get back to normal.
Podcast? – still thinking about changing up the format, but I’ve been thinking about that since last year …
I believe we are in what I called THE GREAT DISCONTINUITY … sadly, it’s just the beginning part … our government is doing everything it can to keep “sad old terrible things” alive … and this is slowing down the process … and making it more painful. The main “sad old thing” is the debt based economy, and they won’t, they can’t, give that up, giving that up means $USD is dead. But brothers and sisters, no matter how “strong” the dollar is vis-a-vis other shitty currencies right now, the $USD is doomed (and I think it’s WAY SOONER and WAY MORE NON LINEAR than you can imagine, and they might trigger WW3 to stop it).
The GREAT DISCONTINUITY is about movement to a new equilibrium … and this can be KRAZY AS F.
One definition for a system being in “equilibrium” is the following: observable metrics that define the system are nearly 100% predictable or deterministic.
One definition of disequilibrium is the inverse of the above: in the disequilibrium state, metrics that define the system are nearly impossible to predict – you might predict trends, short term, but you are still faced with longer term unpredictable states.
This is a sliding scale, and it is about predictability.
And most systems, being guided in part by the laws of thermodynamics, have a “strange attractor” or likely ground state equilibrium – but even this is dependent upon time scale. For example: many who research the Earth’s climate would argue that “warmer” is closer to the normative equilibrium for Earth than “cooler” – or, “hot house Earth” is where Earth should be spending (and has spent) most of its history. You can research this yourself. However, the Earth is still here, and history is generative. If we started going through never ending super cycles of “cooling” and ended up at “snowball earth” for a few billion years? – then models change. This is the super-cycle of punctuated equilibrium, followed by periods of equilibrium, and so on.
Nukes … and other fun stuff …
I get into discussions with people, often, regarding this issue of “nuclear power”, and people (especially republicans and libertarians) will pretend that since a private contractor is doing the work, it’s like the free market, and ERGO we don’t have to worry. But that’s not true, in fact it’s more likely that the additional regulatory complexity only makes things worse.
This isn’t just about nuclear power – this involves the entire US federal government and ESPECIALLY the national security state and its core institutions (CIA, FBI, NSA, DHS).
You can ONLY manage risk via oversight, but secret or top secret or Q-clearance projects are restricted and so you are stuck with “trust us, we’re from the government, we mean you no harm …”.
U.S. government currently interferes with almost every aspect of our lives, from economics, to healthcare, to the dissemination of information and, frankly, in how other nations see us and respond to us (and our aggression).
Governments don’t know how to be transparent, is a key point here … even without secrecy acts, bureaucracies always protect themselves first. So, it’s pretty much impossible for government to not keep secrets … you can at least not have laws against discovering them.
DE-CRIMINALIZE GOVERNMENT OVERSIGHT
DE-CRIMINALIZE KNOWING THE TRUTH
Thought experiment: F117 and poisoned burn pit employees
“Transparency is key to managing risk.” – Dr. Freckles
Thought experiment: you live next to a bomb, the bomb could go off and kill you and your family. Technocracy says: you don’t have a right to know how to defuse the bomb.
right-to-repair
open source
implies: right to know (doesn’t mean the other guy won’t keep secrets, but you DO have a right to uncover them)
GOVERNMENT
“Government is an amplifier for shitheads.” – Dr. Freckles
(FEAR + IMAGINATION)^2 – WISDOM = GOVERNMENT
“Just because ‘smart people’ are working on something does not mean it works.” – Dr. Freckles
Brutality …
“Brutality can make the truth seem a lie.” – Dr. Freckles
Educate, don’t intimidate …
“It’s possible that the ONLY WAY to educate, is to remove the intimidate.” – Dr. Freckles
I don’t really want to talk about this too much. Information is out that there were some power outages – big whoop, it’s war. But, if this is a real war and not some fake PSYOP style WAG THE DOG war? – then Putin may be preparing a massive counter attack using a cauldron strategy. This could be a significant strategic defeat for Kiev.
Cauldron tactics and deep battle
Exchanging space for time and resources: this is the way you fight on the Steppes.
Russians have a smaller military force than the Ukies, so it is better for them to give up territory and strike at the Ukraine forces when the time/space permits.
If it weren’t faith, it would be emptiness …
I was watching this documentary about the FLDS, and the discussion of the “celestial kingdom” and losing it … and wondered if I were stronger when I was simply an existentialist-atheist, escaping all the nonsense traps.
Don’t …
“Don’t look too closely, your life will slip away.” – Dr. Freckles
Seattle police are searching for a man who reportedly cornered a woman on an elevator in May and began punching and kicking her in the head in a brutal caught-on-video attack.
The assault happened just before 10 p.m. on May 30 when an unidentified man followed a woman into the lobby of an apartment building in the city's Central District and jumped inside an elevator with her, Seattle police said.
Police released video on Wednesday that shows the victim approaching the lobby elevator with what appears to be a take-out bag. The lobby door closes behind her as enters the elevator.
The suspect can then be seen pulling violently on the closed lobby door, which appears locked. He eventually rips the door open and charges into the elevator just as the door begins to slide closed.
The video shows the suspect attack the woman, punching her in the head until she falls to the ground. He is then seen kneeing her in the head and kicking her while continuing to pummel her with his fists.
After the assault, the man walks out of the elevator and leaves the building. The victim can be seen rising to her feet in the elevator.
The woman sustained significant injuries in the assault, including broken bones in her face and a concussion, police said.
Investigators described the suspect as a White male between 5-feet, 6-inches and 5-feet, 10-inches tall, with a short light-colored buzz cut. He appears to walk with a hunched posture.
Authorities asked anyone with information about the incident to call the Seattle Police Department’s violent crimes tip line at (206) 233-5000.
Strangle the flesh helmet, leaving darling rabbit hawks stalking their neighbors steer. Coyote freemen, emboldened by free cocaine and meth and hookers, storm the ramparts of S’Compton, not far from the Grinken River, where they dumped those bodies last year …
Abandon the flesh whores and the menu-harlots and the hipster scavengers seeking after fried arugula in the middle of this dark night. Let them feed upon garlic skewers and monkey turd sandwiches …
Load up your rocket ships with necessary STEM escorts, covered in gumpton-grease and living near the edge of uranium love magic. Rooster-elves, driving those controls, exit orbit and lead the STAR FORCE to Jupiter, where the love-dungeons are … abandon this cursed space.
Abandon the wriggly-kings, who spent their days making love to two-time Asian style waffle house workers …
Abandon the SCUMPTOUS and the RIMULACK LORDS and the gay-rod princes of Nashville. Let Kentucky style whiskey prawns go unsold, as coochie-squirts spread and the crabs become tangy …
Abandon the tiny ghosts that live below … they live there and plan there and are building a new world in the basement.
Abandon the ALIENS and the SKINWALKERS and the demons of Griegous-Kiln. Abandon the feminist monkey hordes and the scrag queens and the fishwives of old style clam chowder.
He woke, jaded, from a night of cocaine, meth and hookers. He sauntered over to the balcony, drinking warm champagne, and imagining his own failure as a tapestry of used condoms and wet towels littering the floor …
“I HAVE LIVED …”
(and he goes over the edge, and he doesn’t look back)
“Please cherish and love each other, because it could be changed in a split second.” – A threat, from a grieving parent …
Complexity engines and government …
“Government is a complexity engine.” – Dr. Freckles
Another thing a lot of voters don’t get:
You don’t solve complexity, by adding complexity … and government? – it only knows how to generate complexity.
For a complexity engine? – there are never enough resources, land, people, water, anything … eventually you run out … not because the resources are gone, but because you wanted to vote.
If there are issues in the environment? – the best and ONLY solution is liberty … less government … more free enterprise.
The “Green New Deal” – a giant complexity bomb … the net effect will be more damage than simply burning the fossil fuels, as is … without making any panels or windmills …
BTW: almost all are Keynesians now … especially the voters and the pensioners …
They believe “growth” is somehow a useful measure … so they love printed money. Weapons or Windmills, both parties, all parties, are Keynseians.
No amount of explaining, or information, will help them understand that the “drought” isn’t the story … the real story is their safety net is about to evaporate, pretty much all at once.
(and the government won’t warn you)
Bargaining and negotiating with reality (see: salt water crocodile)
“Be on the lookout for ‘mass bargaining’ … it is an indication of panic.” – Dr. Freckles
And you support the Ukraine …
Gunken-tribes and dilly-boys, busy selling human organs in Kiev, polish Zelensky’s nob and he does his meth and cocaine and animal tranquilizers …
General ZODOK moves 5 divisions near Moscow, Putin launches the SUPER MISSILE at Toledo, and all Red Sock fans fall into the pit …
Why would you support the Ukraine?
COL YULIO moves his Ukrainian Butthole forces near the front line … his troops cover themselves in snail oil and failure, as Russian helicopters tear them a new one …
Ukrainian tanks explode, because the dumb UKIES fill them with nitro glycerin and donkey poop …
And you support the UKRAINE?
Ukrainian officers, buggering starry eyed princes looking for KROKODIL, running from Russian shock troops, running from one Zelensky child rape dungeon to another …
Zelensky, busy reaming a dog, drinks his hooch and wanders the narrow mind space of low IQ sadness …
(and you support the Ukraine)
Ukrainian monkey children trade genital crabs, as they repair aircraft for the Ghost of Kiev. The jingus whores, busy being ravaged by drunk CIA scuttle-thieves, lay their waste – spreading monkey herpes to those spooks.
And you support the Ukraine?
Witch clan hussies are moving EAST – taking their passports to MOSCOW for the MULE SHOW. Yinker, the storyteller, sets fire to all the orphanages in Kiev, leaving the burning to signal new wave style KOREAN pop stars – as the CIA sells children to Xi.
And you support the Ukraine?
(really)
Globalism …
“Want to understand globalism? – visit a landfill.” – Dr. Freckles
Something my friend said …
I have a friend who has said that he believes the geoengineering aircraft are remotely piloted and nearly fully automated. No passengers, just control equipment and the geoengineering sprayer systems and materials …
And at first, I wasn’t sure …
But the more I think about it …
If one of these drones or remotely piloted planes crashes? – the only “casualties” are the humans who happen upon the wreckage … they get whacked …
“… a FEDEX transport plane crashed today, but just 3 people died …”
(yep)
And as I’ve said: if the US Govt. came out and admitted they were doing this? – I think many if not most Americans would say “right … okay” … they might want more oversight for “health risks” … but that’s it.
Maybe the “heat wave” was them turning down the “air conditioning”, just to get people ready to say YES … yes … keep dropping poison from the skies.
Take a stand …
“Stand up or shoot up.” – Dr. Freckles
I don’t believe any of the pandemic was real, and I don’t believe it was all one big fiasco style misunderstanding. It was, and still is, military psychological warfare.
I don’t really believe all the vaccine injury stories – but I do believe the fear and anger and confusion they generate serves the purpose of the psyop.
The core message of all these psyops: stay at home, do nothing, just stay immobile and angry and confused and afraid. But mostly stay at home, and don’t travel.
I said this 2 years ago, and I stick to it: the “vaccine” is either poison or placebo, but also NOT NECESSARY for make believe pandemics.
MY BIG FAT GREEK HOSPITAL OVERNIGHT … (not really Greek)
Had to stay overnight in a hospital for the first time.
Lost muscle strength and control in my right leg.
started a few days ago, coinciding with a summer cold.
Stopped drinking beer while I was sick – that might have been wrong
Ate a can of Nalley’s TAMALES the other day – I promised I’d never do that again.
The put me into the “wonder tube” and flushed my soul with brillo pads
I was RIGHT about Schrodinger’s healthcare plan. FUCK YOU!
I am now a 100% “House MD” character … (total fucking mystery)
The inside of an MRI, even with headphones or earplugs, sounds like certain portions of Pink Floyd’s “Welcome to the Machine” – the machine noises …
My neighbor saw the dog pull me over … like I was “WUHAN FEB 2020” …
The did all kinds of strange tests: toosel-nog wiring, cundix, florentine-tube mechanics, sauce consistency, blood, urine, they checked for nodules on my skull freetix … the nurses wore g-strings and danced about, sticking you with needles and unjoovulating froog-cream.
I might have been cursed by Mormon witches … There are some bad ones in Duchesne … OUR POWER WENT OUT LAST NIGHT? – been doing that a LOT lately … (LOL-CRYPTO) … any who … this is feeling like a gypsy or a Mormon witch curse …
The story of a PTSD German Colonel, who had been on the Eastern Front for 2 years. Transferred to a concentration camp – and he cannot stomach the killing. He falls in love with a Jewish prisoner, and they come up with a plan – to create a Potemkin Death Camp, that attracts the NAZI high command, because so many are “liquidated”, but in reality they are being trained, and equipped, to pretend to be good NAZI citizens, with papers that get them near or to allied nations. The “collaborate”, to produce fake carnage, pain, torture, all to hide an escape hatch.
Prediction: PornHub.com is going to start buying up all these movie theater chains, and probably do a partnership with Hustler or Skank to buy up distressed mall properties as well …. and yeah, Jesus said it would be like the times of Noah.
I have this crazy idea that is probably NOT that original: END TIMES INVESTING STRATEGY
Christ is returning … but your 401k isn’t.
Put money towards things that allow the anti-Christ to rise, he has to make bank for a while.
Put money into stuff that matches prophecy …
Put money into SIN … all forms of SIN … (big money in SIN towards the end)
If it’s about diseases, war, famine, drought? – probably a solid bet.
And never forget banking industry stocks … especially if it’s the end times.
Jan Michael Vincent, at the end of the movie “The Mechanic” … listening to Bronson’s tape recording.
Ukraine: cui bono
This war does a few things for the NATO/Banker empire:
– it’s “broken windows” Keynesian make-work (commies love this) – military industrial complex
– it’s potentially a way to carve up Russia, and Putin could be in on it (we shouldn’t assume anything about that guy). They would need a pretext – and a post Ukraine War “peace” negotiation could lead to Russia being broken up.
– the war acts as a PSYOP engine, like 9/11 or the “covid”, and allows the deep state to pump a lot of nonsense and propaganda out
– the ongoing economic collapse can be blamed on Putin
Walt descends into madness as portrayed by the writers. There’s this weird scene where he makes this big show of “forgiving” Skyler. What is madness? Can we boil it down into something like megalomania, with all the other definitions deems relative to whatever current society sees as normal?
What about terms like “sociopath” or “crazy” or “madness” or “criminal” or “hero” – and how did BB help us deconstruct these ideas … What would Foucault think of this show, if he watched TV and was still alive?
A big recurring theme of the series is how Walt wants to reap the benefits of his actions but not suffer any consequences. Comparing him to Gus, he really seems to have no concept of ownership, even self-ownership, and it’s responsibilities.
Skyler’s “pool state” stunt is a clever reenactment of Walt’s “fugue state.”
Perhaps the pivot point of the series is the killing of that boy on the motorcycle. The first time a completely innocent, non-participant is killed by Walt’s activities. From there on it’s a follow-coaster ride to the resolution of the many plot conflicts in the series.
Walt won’t sell his share of the Methylamine for $5mil, because he sold his share of Grey Matter for 5,000. Very twisted logic.
Walt thinks he can find “everybody wins” solutions, but there is always a victim. He’s really just a two-bit bandit.
Mike: “Shut the fuck up and let me die in peace.”
Who is W.W.? Did the writers intentionally use Walt Whitman in comparison to Walter White? Is it because Whitman was a favorite of early 20th century anarchists?
Why would Hank take a dump in the Master Bathroom at someone else’s house? It seems implausible to me, or it reveals something really weird about Hank.
Walt: “Wouldn’t two car washes be better than one?” Skyler: “Well there’s Gentle Hands over by Kirkland. I do love that location.” — weirdness
Skyler [referring to Jesse] “We’ve come this far, “for us”, what’s one more?”
I liked it, I was good at it, and….I was alive.” Discuss: vocation, being human, and how sin distorts it
Trophies: Todd kept the kid’s jar/spider, Walt keeps the Walt Whitman book.
Why is it we need some kind of marginal redemption, especially in fiction?
Götterdämmerung of WALT, the Meth Cook … you could make much of the soundtrack for season 5 from The Ring by Wagner. This would have made a great soundtrack option for this last season: https://youtu.be/a53s4jyCqqU
Joseph Campbell has a book called the Heroes Journey, but isn’t there also a shadow aspect to this … like the Arc of the Villain?
Going to be doing a show, once a month, on the projects Justin and I are working on.
Currently: trying to settle into the new job, but we are starting to build out some listening station infrastructure. I’m going to be reaching out to some people I know to set up a similar system at their locations, ideally as many areas of the USA, and world, as possible. The listening stations would simply run a python script using a registered account to upload JS8 messages.
I’m using an SDR radio ($70) and a loop antenna MLA-30 ($40), running the JS8 software on a dedicated computer with the python script.
Improvements to the notes application are coming, probably in September.
We are going to start building out a few rad-terminal kits, in the next few months. We probably jumped the gun a little on this, but we are recalibrating.
Amour Feel … (don’t get conned …)
“The choicest targets for a grifter are the lonely.” – Dr. Freckles
(but you do get some free credits to talk to some womenz …)
Anna: Do you celebrate Thanksgiving this year?
Dirk: No, I celebrate the Festival of Grall
Anna: how that going?
Dirk: great - we harvest the shungo grease next week
Anna: is that in your place?
Dirk: yes
Anna: what else are you doing for life?
Dirk: working
Anna: how is work?
Dirk: good, fine, you?
Anna: me too!what you doing today?
Dirk: chasing bungo flesh and ungudjoolating my frigger-rash ...
Anna: is that hard?
Dirk: yes ... real hard
Svetlana: Describe your greatest achievement and most impressive failure?
Dirk: greatest achievement was hunting the wild eagle-bear of Mt. Dinctus, this was also my greatest failure
Svetlana: Hello, have you got a wanderlust?
Dirk: oh yeah ... when I've been doing cocaine
Svetlana: Was it great?)))Where were you when getting high?
Dirk: I was being chased by cops while I was doing the coke
Svetlana: Did you run you down orget away with it?
Dirk: I always get away with it
Svetlana: ... all right))) Do you still take coke? Does it effect you life somehow?
Dirk: I've been doing more meth and angel dust lately
Svetlana: what is angel dust?
Dirk: it's a love enhancing penis grease technology, you use the dust to unboobulate a woman's boovula ...
Svetlana: that's great ...
Dirk: yeah
(I’ll be dating Svetlana and Anna, and I will probably do cocaine)
If …
“It’s 2022 BOBLIMPTOCK … if you’re not a little paranoid, you’re crazy.” – Dr. Freckles
Ending up an anarchist …
“You end up an anarchist one of three ways: a) books, b) bad luck or c) both …” – Dr. Freckles
These are typical nuke sub engineers now? – does this make you feel better?
The package was somehow “intercepted” by the FBI?
Did they use USPS? UPS? FEDEX? (see point one above)
Bottom line: it’s an awesome excuse, to tell the survivors, explaining WHY during that brief nuclear war our subs didn’t work … or were dealt with by China or Russia … cuz secrets given to enemy by FEDEX …
CRICKET FLOUR PSYOP …
Insect food psyop: how can I say this … worst case? – you won’t have any bugs to eat either …
Indoogliate the fortics, as they wander the trestle kingdom, looking for owl grease and cherry pie droppings …
Man the TURNIP CANNON, and leave your whisky lover dying in that ditch … the one where the rats feed on the dead and the dying …
(that’s America)
You walk your city, after dinner and wine with Christy the stripper. You shared cocaine in the alley, after killing that homeless person and then tossing his body in a dumpster nearby …
And the CHALICE QUEEN hums her ditty …
And the BRANDON eats ice cream and poops a little in his undies, as secret service make chicken noodle soup.
And you ask what happened to America?
(ask the strippers)
THROGAN WHALE HERDERS weld the great mast to your starship, the solar sail unfurls as hooker-sailors cover their bodies in moist turtle smear and weak smelling mushroom compost.
Jinctus freaks wander the hallways of your hospitals, dispensing R’OXY and ketamine and old dead rat burgers to the jorgan hordes dying of monkey herpes and monkey pox and monkey crabs …
The milk turns yellow … the corn turns to dust … the amber waves of grain are smithereens …
And you ask me “what happened to America?” … ????
I ask you … what happened to Rock and Roll?
I met the demon X’INDER in Little Saigon, Seattle …
He had NO TIME for my ape-like sentimentality … he wanted to know MOAR about bond products and reverse-vampire credit default swaps. He had a VISA GOLD CARD with BLACK CARD LIMITS and TITANIUM BENEFITS … he had one of those MAGNISES CARDS, an official BILLY MCFARLAND FYRE FESTIVAL FEMA TENT … and 100 expired MREs … he was a demon in search of a lover.
And the nuke subs had TRANS-CLOWN-STORY-HOUR …
And the Airforce dug holes … it was all they knew how to do.
And you ask me … mother-jorker … WTF HAPPENED to AMERICA?
(tell me: where did VELVEETA come from?)
GEN MILLEY drank cantily wine with old SGT GRUMBO. They looked upon each other with lust, so they both inskluntified themselves in pear juice and diesel fuel. COL CHAN of the 4th CHING-CHONG CHINESE ARMY, formed up in Vancouver, BC. The troops had fried rice and rat brains, while the officers made love to hippie gingers … ravaging the EMO of Canada.
STINCTER CRAFT, carrying cluster bombs, strafed and burned old New York … even Soho and Scompton … down to Greenich and Tingdon Town … murdering thousands of gizzard princes and twinks.
And you ask me … What happened to the USA?
(wow)
(what happened to Popeye’s Chicken?)
“General, is that the BEASTRESS?”
General Q’OHG looked out upon the battlefield near PHILLY, he saw the lesbian grease armies and the womanly love oil shock troops, all dressed in g-strings and HOOTER WAITRESS T-SHIRTS … the pain of monkey crabs written on their faces, as tiny little creatures crawl down their legs to the next victim.
“Yes private, them be the she-demons who took over VEGAS … CALL FORTH THE WOLF-HAWKS …”
(because you said: WHAT HAPPENED to AMERICA …. ?????)
(and I wonder: what happened to Nicholas Cage?)
Would you want your kid to fight for CHEETO-LOVE-PRINCE or BLACK-RAGE or BRANDON?
Would you want your kid to die for the CANADIAN GEESE types and the blue helmet butt-drones?
Want more re-fried maggot juice and Norman Borlaug style diabetes?
(how about that Gulf of Mexico … something’s growing down there …)
(but you are wondering about America …)
(and I’m hearing the tremors of SODOM’S GHOSTS rustling … under our feet)
(searching for gumptus nectar and Turquois missile fruit …)
YOU CAN’T HIDE in FO-SHIZZLE JUNCTION …
Your mind will break when you move onwards, to Delta-Charley’s New Style Whiskey Taco Stand, and get a triple whip burrito with vodka sauce and honeydew juices from Scragus, the meat hag. Your own failure is the map, the way, to deliverance – on your corpse your enemy will march … your women and families … your dogs and cats … your homes and cars and craft style beer … all of it is up for grabs now, and the swarthy, dusky, types from below are coming to TAKE IT … and you don’t have to give it up … you fashion your own chainsaw swords and laser scythes, and seek the GRUNDO-LORD, Tygus the Unhindered and Unabashed.
And you ask me what happened to America?
THESE?
THE JINCTUS CRAB LORDS?
They spent their time putting together remote controlled jizz-canons and old-style tornado condom-holsters … all on sale at TARGET in the children’s aisle, not far from the free suicide pills and COVID-19 tests … and wearable coffee filters.
They hunker down in the filth region, eating cockroach burgers and drinking the rich man’s unfiltered urine …
But China is doing okay, right?
In the time of nuclear war …
When three headed dogs rule the land …
When the funkin-folk of EAST SIDE HOOLEY magic take their place upon the world stage – ruling sectors 2 and 77, this will be the signal to begin the preparation …
Ukrainian strippers live downstairs and mix their crabs with mayo …
And Zelensky is your hero?
The CIA has replaced Erdogan with a robot dopple ganger named Sid. Sid is powered by a nuclear battery and has the power of 2,000 angry bears. His brain is maple syrup and silicon …
Sid loves hard and fast, like the magic warriors of Ventura Blvd, like those friendly types that sell bread and apples near the onramp. Sid has pure electric love power …
And with Sid in charge of Turkey?
(all things become possible)
EVERY SINGLE JOKE …
“Every joke is offensive, just because you haven’t found that snowflake yet, does not mean they don’t exist.” – Dr. Freckles
Make a list of taboo subjects
Review the list
Ask yourself, honestly: what is left to joke about?
What do I love joking about?
Stupid people – and sometimes I’m pretty fucking stupid.
Unhealthy people and illnesses – and I’m basically a walking corpse.
Societal chaos and decay – cuz, look around champ …
Race and Racialism and Racists and Danes – cuz, get a life …
Gender and junk – because sex has always been funny, and your junk is funny … get a life.
Religion and even God – cuz lots of folks claim they have faith, and God has big shoulders … infinite ones.
I don’t know him, other than his public image and his website/vlogging. I’ve listened to his stuff since 2016.
He seems honest.
Is he an alarmist? – maybe … is that bad?
I do question his alarmism in connection with things like “I’m gonna sue that guy” and “let’s do handouts and wear t-shirts”.
What if people don’t care? … what if they know the contrail shit is shit … but they don’t care … if the government gave them a choice: a) stop the geoengineering and live through the harshness of this situation or b) keep it going … “it works”. I’ve had people I know tell me they don’t really care to know the truth about 9/11 … and I am watching the memory hole of MONKEY HERPES opening right now, sucking in anything resembling the truth … I don’t think people would say “NO”… I believe they understand what’s going on. I think they’d support “reformed” geoengineering, but they would still want it.
So, if Dane is legit, is his pursuit futile? – maybe … but it’s probably still good he’s speaking out.
Some interesting movie picks …
(all three capture much of today’s dystopian situation)
Await Further Instructions
1BR
Faults
TRS: Triumphal Revenge Syndrome …
Imagine Hitler … but not Hitler.
The STATE promotes this as a divide and conquer technique.
Voting and the political engine embeds this in the subconscious of the well educated public school children …
Pop culture feeds this as well: whether STAR WARS, MARVEL or CARRIE …
Bully culture is not really attacked, it is further built up …
WHAT IF: there are MANY MORE HITLER TYPES than you can imagine … almost like sleeper agents … ready to be triggered, turned on.
Government and complexity …
“Government is a device for generating complexity.” – Dr. Freckles
Communism …
“Communism is the opium of the masses.” – Dr. Freckles
Flying …
“Don’t be afraid to fly, but also … don’t be afraid to crash.” – Dr. Freckles
“The money is at the AUTO PARTS STORE …” – Ferguson Riots, 2014
the authenticate-all electric space man palguy has another company. he said a few years back that you could squirt a net in your tubes, and it would unfold around the tubes of the toupee.
it would make RF comm possible.
you may have heard about the difficulties in the tubes suffered by people who got the ouchy... and many bizarre and unbelievable things.
they figured out how to squirt something in your arm, that will then migrate to your tubes and build the net in them. for the RF comm.
thats what is causing the really strange tube problems in some people when either the magic malfunctions, or some tubes just react badly to it.
thats how you do bad things to lots of people and think you'll get away with it... this may be behind certain classes of suddenly that have become common; particularly the 'timber!' type. you will notice timber! is not extremely common for those types of failures, yet now it is captured on video often.
if one day you notice lots of people sort of strange, you'll know what is going on. it may also just be a subtle thing that will never have a super noticeable go-live.
... and to kill those who will not worship the image.
... when you see the abomination of desolation where it should not be .... flee to the mountains...
I have no idea who sent this
I think I know what it means
some “pal guy” starts businesses
the vaccine is killing people
stuff might be going on, or maybe not
“something something” prophecy
In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with Grinkus, and the Word was Grinkus.
“I will open My mouth in parables; I will utter things hidden since the foundation of the world.”
https://www.technologyreview.com/2013/02/18/180015/graphene-and-the-emergingtechnology-of-neural-prostheses/
A great number of people followed Him, including women who kept mourning and wailing for Him. But Jesus turned to them and said, “Daughters of Jerusalem, do not weep for Me, but weep for yourselves and for your children. Look, the days are coming when people will say, ‘Blessed are the barren women, the wombs that never bore, and breasts that never nursed!’ At that time
‘they will say to the mountains, “Fall on us!”
and to the hills, “Cover us!” ’
For if men do these things while the tree is green[has sap (of the earth)], what will happen when it is dry?”
3 DROGO FREAKS told me about this 5 years ago. They lived in Scompton, ate turtle goo, and made underwear out of discarded plastic and used toilet paper.
I was also thinking about hyper tubes … and jingus pipes
As if the schlumptick folk could find her jingus.
Are ye to insplinctify,
as thwart the frostbit panther queen?
And if this nostrel of despair finds ENDINGS …
WHAT ENDINGS?
If not the fire of grumpulous …
Angry white man (continued) …
Gaslighting from all sides concerning the weather, climate, ecosystem, whatever …
The “RACE WAR” / “GENDER WAR” nonsense … everyone needs to get the JORK over themselves.
HAM RADIO shitheads … not all, but many are.
That old dude that works at JAVELIN’S GAS MART? He just talks funny and makes angry noises and deliberately slows down or speeds up, depending upon which version of HIM will annoy you more … if I had any JORKING BALLS? – I’d bury that nasty old man under the floorboards of my bedroom, so I could hear his spirit-heart beating at night, and this could drive me into a demonic insomniatic RAGE …
the NEVERENDING MOTHER JORKING MONKEY HERPES PSYOP … the “Cult of the Coffee filter Wearers” … tired of their lame excuses and the tacking towards “ERMAGERD, the VACCINE …” … here’s a solution: YOU DON’T NEED THE JORKING VACCINE BECAUSE THE JORKING PANDEMIC WAS and IS JORKING BULL POOP …
UBIC and the parade …
I’m ANGRY as JORK about the HAGLAMITE WITCH CLAN, and what they did to those injuns so long ago … how they killed the man that new WHERE the LOST MORMON GOLD was … and now we have less cocaine.
TRUMP and the Q ARMY …
Biden limited hangout and his train wreck of a son
Dane Wigington, talking about world ending stuff happening in the next couple years, and then also talking about suing people and handing out pamphlets and wearing thought provoking t-shirts … tired of this crap. I met another doom/gloom dude who would talk about suing people … he’d be like “world’s ending in 2 years” and … “I’m gonna sue you …” … pick a lane Dane … if you’re right about what they’re doing? – time for stinger missiles.
Tides? … I saw the water run out when the JIMBO PRIESTS got tired of hocking old style torpedo nuggets … and they laid siege to Paris, and burned the CHILI PALACE, but no one could have seen this coming, right? SEND: scrongo troops to sector 14, once you have destroyed COL TRAN leave the bodies for the birds. Have ready the jungo-shock armies and be prepared to arm the populace with pillowcases filled with d-cell batteries.
Angry about the weird pains in my body, the odors and fluids that cannot be controlled, will not be controlled … I’m angry about all that blood in my stool, and that greenish glowing thingy that is growing from my foot mold. The parasites? – I’m not a fan … and we ALL KNOW WHERE the parasites are coming from … Denmark … and the illegal Danish white slavery trade.
Seattle used to be cool, but then they killed Kurt Cobain … AMIRITE?
Liars …
“Every person that believes they’re honest and truthful, knows they’re a liar.” – Dr. Freckles
Safer …
“Hiring a drunk TAXI driver is probably safer than visiting the hospital.” – Dr. Freckles
Jetsons lie … come on. We were supposed to live in sky-condos and have robots and flying cars … we were supposed to hang out at sky-clubs and do sky-cocaine as we watched the peasants dig for the last remaining uranium below … in their squalor … their bodies covered in tumors and jinkus … their minds polluted with mercury and Hallmark Channel clichés.
Where are the starships and the dystopian futuristic hell scapes? Where is Farah Fawcett, running from some cyborg that has Harvey Keitel’s voiceover actor’s nonsense British voice as if we care any longer and we JORKING don’t … We were supposed to have Sigourney Weaver (sexy young version), running through the passageways of our starship, in only her underwear and a tight t-shirt … and we were gipped … and that’s a huge deal.
cameras on the moon … all the space crap … I don’t know if it’s true or false, I don’t really care, it has little impact upon the price or quality of the food I eat.
Mormon beer … don’t get me started.
food is poison … I went to get some cottage cheese at MARTY’S ALL NITE GROCER. It was yellow and smelly and I think there were human hairs and fecal matter shoved in there … the manager wouldn’t let me return it, I looked in his dead eyes and prayed that the coyote kings would come for him and his clan. I know the dark paste is everywhere now, it’s in everything. Dark paste and shame and jizz … that’s the cottage cheese now.
Walking on egg shells and apology tours and crap … NO … speak your goddamn mind … be unafraid to express your opinion … get over this crap. WHAT THE JORK?
Danish people … Shakespeare once said: “Denmark – filled with MOTHERJORKERS!”
Cars are mostly crap now … the Toyota CAMRY … started falling apart right after I bought it.
People are still wearing coffee filters … masks … probably because of shame at this point.
