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METH BADGER

Okay … I have this idea for a movie, and I want you to shut the fuck up for a second.

I know “cocaine bear” … sure … SHARKNADO? – a day that ends in Y. Waiting for TIME-SHARK, that’s probably coming out for Christmas in 2025.

But here’s my pitch for “METH BADGER”, the motion picture.

Opening credits play “Country Road”, by John Denver, as the camera, showing a panorama of the Kentucky hills, keys in on one spot, where some old dude has a kennel in the backwoods … We creep up on the place, with the camera, as country road transitions to some nice keyboard/guitar work, with a banjo thrown in.

Here is where we meet our “man of folly”.

“Old Shimbly”, a crazy old coot that lives in the deep woods of Kentucky starts breeding honey badgers for the domestic Panda Express market …

“Shim”, as his friends call him, begins experimenting with steroids and growth hormones purchased from Ecuador. He ends up getting raided by the FEDs, but one of his PRIZE badgers escapes … Shim is riddled with bullets, as his FAVORITE badger, “Ol Annie”, licks his wounds, and Shim says “get outta here girl”, so the gigantic female honey badger runs for the woods … transition to a short montage with “Man Comes Around” playing (of course Johnny Cash), showing the brief history of “Ol Annie”, and the various things Shim did to raise her to enormous size.

These here normal honey badgers … ones not common to N. America … get to be about 30 pounds … but “Ol Annie”, Shim’s pet name for the experimental badger, grew to be 300 pounds … ten times the size of an average honey badger, but it’s worse …

She was in heat, and needing to breed …

This wasn’t any normal honey badger … its eyes glowed yellow-green in the darkness, and it seemed to SCREAM when it killed. Shim fed it road kill and old dead hookers he found in the Ohio River, bad food, fueled a bad badger.

“Ol Annie” roamed the countryside after the FED operation, and eventually stumbled across two bumbling Falstaffian fools who also happened to be METH distributers. They had about 50 pounds of PRIMO GRADE meth … and the badger ate the meth, then she hunted and ate the poor doomed Skakespearian fools …

Of course there’s a sexy scientist from the University of Kentucky – she grew up in Germany, but has a twang. And then there’s that brave fucking sheriff, who warned about people breeding killer badgers, but nobody listened. Gertrude gets all upset when she discovers that the insane badger had bred with mountain lion, and it seemed as if she might give birth to super-lion-honey-badger … there’s a lot of handwringing over this.

At one point, the Sheriff and Gertrude are on a scouting trip, and they witness the battle between the male mountain lion and Annie …

Gertrude: “I know I said I’d seen everything …”

Sheriff: “I know …”

Gertrude: “But …”

Sheriff: “You ain’t never been to Alabama.”

Lots of Bluegrass music is showcased in this, whatever …

There’s a big finale where the local hillbilly has a vulcan canon, and tears the badger a new one, just before the badger lands on him and bites his head off …

And it’s all somber music and bullshit at the end …

And it looks like the sheriff is going to bang Gertrude.

(and nobody cares about the two fools, Shim, or the lost meth)

THE END

SONY: CALL ME

(we make this movie for less than 20 million, we make 300 million)

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“X” is so UNCENSORED …

The other day I posted to a mutual follower this:

“Cut yourself some slacks …” – an idiom, and a reference to Rick and Morty.

My account was immediately locked down by TWITTER, my ability to post on hold for 7 days. I pay Elon money … btw.

Note: many ZIONIST accounts are allowed to post the most vile shit you can imagine, threatening the mass killing of innocent men, women, children. But I use an IDIOM that supposedly the AI didn’t have in its heuristic database … possible, not likely.

I’ve had to experience multiple forms of censorship since my first blog, Dendritica.com, went online in 2011. I’ve had too many TWITTER accounts to list, most banned by Twitter, a few shut down by myself for the simple frustration of “shadow banning”.

I paid Sound Cloud money for a few years, to PROVABLY delete/remove subscribers, folks who were actually donating to my podcast. The response back from the folks I was paying? – no response, they simply DGAF. Probably random …

I tried STEEMIT until every crypto-whale with diabetes had zoned in on me, and more or less did everything they could to bury my thread – the “defenders of freedom” couldn’t handle a different voice. Random, totally random, once again.

I have been run off of YOUTUBE, and I am simply tired of playing in their crooked sandbox.

ZEROHEDGE has permabanned me – thought about buying a paid subscription, but given I pay TWITTER and they just locked my account because their SMART AI doesn’t understand a common idiom? – yeah … I’m thinking I don’t have any more money to waste. But this too is just coincidence.

I don’t think there’s much time left to give a shit about stuff like this …

I think the most “rational” people I know are lining up to vote for Trump …

The madness is complete, the nation is insane, and it’s hard to say for certain what comes next – but it’s not going to be pretty, or linear, or something most are prepared for.

So fuck it …

My voice is too dangerous to be heard by more than 50 people …

(that just seems weird)

But I am getting tired.

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MALLS

MP3: https://planetarystatusreport.com/mp3/20240401_MALLS.mp3

Donate: https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/doctorfreckles

I am issuing orders: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=11395

Measure once: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=11393

Toss them down the drain …: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=11390

Literal trauma monkeys: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=11385

Nuke GAZA: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=11382

Voters and Anarchists: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=11380

Making peace: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=11378

Nobody rising up: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=11376

Arguing with Paul: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=11374

Cock Chudson: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=11349

It’s a strike: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=11365

Peeps printing nukes: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=11363

Transhumanism: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=11361

Simulation theory: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=11355

Remember malls: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=11339

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“I am issuing orders …”

I am issuing orders to all YORGON FORCES. It’s time to sharpen knives and load up socks with rocks. Take your jimbly-balls and tiger-shakes down to quadrant 43. At which point encircle the Drog-Armies of Forster, while wheeling on the rear of Bogon the Ror-Guergen. Seek out opportunities to harry and torment our enemies, bury the bones near the masonry pit.

I’m issuing MORE orders …

I am sending the lesbian sky navies out to hunt in their magnificent vacuum ships, dressed so scantily. They will patrol near space at 20-30 miles up, seeking out targets of lusty opportunity, keeping the HURG-MASTERS under pressure as Lord Synd rallies our forces near Boston and sends the color guard to Ringlet-prime. Sure, the women of the sky navy will be ungunjoolating themselves as they do battle, but that is as it should be.

I am sending the submarines on PLAN-JELLO-PIE …

They will move dreegen-fluids to the front line, so that our scar-fighters can maintain the front in good standing. These subs will run quiet and deep as various robot fish-people hunt them, and hunt them they will. Sub commander Carl will lead an assault upon the OCEAN PALACE of QUEEN GOPRA and her various sklag-warriors. Authorization to use wacky fission devices is given, start scraping the americium out of smoke detectors immediately.

A full assault on objective WHITE FIRE has begun, and General Woob of Grid-2 is in charge. He’s moving giant trebuchet and fire throwers to the front, he’s got a shit ton of diesel and a couple old tanks and 5,000 pounds of cocaine so he’s ready. The general has sent out scouts and is already moving up archers and the various swamp creatures from Denver. The attack might last years, decades … millions will die … all for the wrath of pitiable soul named Chad.

I’m ordering the milk maidens to prepare the great gorbly-bath. Skazi-herbs and goat-grease will season the great hole, as busty women wrestle violently to be the GOOB DUCHESS and to hold on to the magical refrigerator that contains all my jizz.

The battle will be complete, when the last maiden suckles upon zoom-spice.

I am issuing orders to KUNG-FU HEROES!

Grab your num-chuks and butterfly knives and shurken. Take the castle by first taking the guard tower, and shower upon the MOOG SINNERS all the wrath of Eegis the Mort. Remember to send those soiled materials to the Doctor of EEK, and let him sort out the protein.

I am issuing orders to the Klungiit-Armies and Crumbly-Gangs …

All HOBOS …

ALL WURB-NERBLERS …

ALL GINGOUS-FRUIT …

RISE UP … time to create chaos in region-5 will the slingo-pickets hold tight against Emperor Solz. Remember your training, playing video games and drinking code red … your dark marrow is coating … your fecal juice is LORE.

RISE UP AND FOLLOW YOUR ORDERS HAGLAMITES!

(all else is unclean)

I am issuing orders, so WISE UP NED!

If you can grab a spear made of old rebar and swing a pillow case filled with d-cell batteries?

If you can grab that jug of torpedo sauce and take a swig and jump full bore into the force of fire-snake-power?

You can form a gang or a clan or a sect.

You can mumble in vague phrases and let nothing burn but pain …

Your mind will split open with mold and your soul becomes walnuts …

And this is the only damn WAR you get!

This is your WARNING ORDER.

(this is your strife)