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.
Can people seeking after control have friends? – Another theme: Friendship / Partnership. Discuss. Skyler, Walt, Hank, Marie, Mike, Gus.
The real drug for Gustavo, Walt and Skylar: Power
Skylar as master manipulator: IRS, Ted, “I found myself admiring the smooth con that Skyler pulled on the locksmith in order to get into Walt’s apartment.”
Gustavo as expert manipulator: Jessie and the face robbery, killing that dude in the first episode
Walt as master manipulator: ricin and the boy, Brock, Andrea’s son
Black market discourse on gun control, and the New Mexico / Western culture of “stand your ground”
In the game of manipulation and control: the greater sociopath wins, empathy loses
Mike E. arrogance is cover for his past guilt.
Madness as a coping mechanism …
The car wash is a money laundry
Walt expresses a common frustration of modernity: “I’m done explaining myself.” Supposedly in the past, asking for an explanation was also an invitation to a duel. Is that good or bad?
Man in waiting room: “Man Plans, God laughs.” Walt: “That…is such bullshit.” Walt says that he’s in charge of his life regardless of cancer.
Walt says he “won”, but what was his victory? What did it cost him?
Notes:
Skylar as manipulator: the locksmith, the time at the jeweler … with pretty much everyone …
A discourse on gun control and self defense … 38 snub …
“White Residence” … when answering the phone … is there an undercurrent of racial commentary threaded into the show?
The Greater Sociopath wins: Gus VS Walter
Mike E. is smarmy and self-righteous by default. A form of arrogance that covers his past wrongs.
I found myself admiring the smooth con that Skyler pulled on the locksmith in order to get into Walt’s apartment.
Gus: “Well, get back to work.” Why did he kill that guy? What does it say about organizations? Is there an analogy to American Business in general?
Madness as a coping mechanism is a theme of the show.
Pride and Madness are closely related? Is pride Walt’s main downfall, his “Achille’s Heel?”
The Car Wash is a Money Laundry. LOL
Walt: “I am the one who knocks!”
Gus channels Zig Ziglar! “I like to think I see things in people.” BS
Man in waiting room: “Man Plans, God laughs.” Walt: “That…is such bullshit.” Walt says that he’s in charge of his life regardless of cancer.
Walt expresses a common frustration of modernity: “I’m done explaining myself.” Supposedly in the past, asking for an explanation was also an invitation to a duel. Is that good or bad?
You hire Pam and get rights to her digitized 1970’s self.
You hire some B-LIST, but dishy, female actors.
You write the script in a weekend.
Griner never goes to the prison …
You still release the movie.
People believe the movie …
“I saw it in a movie … m’kay …”
Shit you hear …
“Whatever shit you hear? – might be shit in your ear.” – Dr. Freckles
Ya think?
I have covered the western lands in muck dust, leaving on the tracings of bent and broken nargin-thieves. Jungis? The Grov-Lord? He stole our ancient scepter and sold that crap to some hookers near Grinken Town.
I had an inconceivable fear of frog swamps, where the last of the old gilley-rats were sacrificed to Bael. I would spend my nights sniffing after cat flowers and wrestling dolphins near the inlet where they dumped those bodies last year, that place where all the old folks were taken. You could say I was in a hurry to find lightning style love.
It was your own moon unit that led the way to the demon caves, somewhere near Heber, where the ancient Ute shaman would lurk and gather Indio-grievous dust and jurgen-paste. They would smear a gumbo of dead coyote and wasted lives upon their broken bodies and then hunt after the scarlet beaver of RUNEVILLE. And with turquoise treasure and love magic, they’d find their own beastly wives ingroogliating their boovula.
The way you tell it, you were a golden boy or golden girl when the BEEGEES road STRONG and that old queen, Elton John, ruled Boy’s Town. You had green eyes and yellow teeth and your children were whale herders, no longer in contact with ordinary Horgen-Folk, but eating by themselves at Old Schlimby’s Beef Stew Warehouse … and the rat stew had the odor of afterbirth and failure.
Take your Romeo style gigolos and your pastel swimming trunks and that snotty attitude. Go down to STRUNKER’S MEAT PALACE and buy yourself some hammerhead chili. And when you’ve finished? – understand that your world is broken and left to the smoke demons.
2019 REPO market suffers from systemic issues, Powell goes to push button QE
2020 “COVID” (or what I call the monkey herpes), the “RACE WAR”, and other petit forms of psychological warfare. Key point: in 2020 the level of PSYOPs being conducted against the US, and likely much of the world, was ramped up.
2021 “NEVERENDING BIDEN-TRUMP TRAUMA DRAMA” … lots of limited hangouts and lab leak theories, etc …
2022 “RUSSIA, RUSSIA, RUSSIA” … and the shutting down of much of the cooperative scientific research around the arctic circle … probably random
What’s next?
Since December 2020, I’ve had a feeling that we were looking at a blank, empty, chalkboard … but maybe what I was seeing was in fact a vision of the “chasm” … if Wiley Coyote has the courage to look down as he coasts across the canyon through space? What would he see?
Are you seeing a lot of second and third stringers getting a “chance at the wheel”?
(that’s not a good sign)
Planet of the Humans …
What if the entire green energy agenda is just a Potemkin village, hiding more coal, natural gas, oil, and nuclear?
What if the green energy movement is also a PSYOP, designed to calm the general public as we rocket towards some very ugly places in the near future?
A NEW COSMOLOGY …
What if those power generating wind-farms are NOT what you think they are?
ADD and FOMO
“All ADD is overcome by FOMO.” – Dr. Freckles
Boomer went on a run …
“You don’t train dogs … you sign peace agreements with them … you hope those agreements hold.” – Dr. Freckles
I went to …
I went to McDonalds …
I ordered a number 6 with extra-cheese-sauce and a side order of jingo-fries …
They served me 2 hours later …
Gave me a brown bag full of pain and broken glass and diesel fuel …
(and they said “have a nice day”)
(so I had to stabz them)
I went to Subway …
I really wanted a tuna sandwich …
I’d been watching this nature show about how the sharks can’t find no more food so they’re starting to eat more kids who go swimming … after that there was a documentary about Fukushima …
And I got really hungry … for a tuna sandwich …
I went to this Subway off of Blimpton, not far from Grinken AVE … where those people were killed last year because they didn’t have the right look on their faces …
They asked me what I wanted, and I said: GIVE ME A FUCKING FOOT LONG TUNA SANDWICH …
The manager went in the back, he scooped up some marinated fiberglass from the bin in the back, mixed it with used motor oil and misery … they put it into their EZ bake oven … but first they said “what kind of bread do you want?” – AND IT MADE ME SO ANGRY.
“WHAT KIND OF BREAD???!? – the kind NOT containing wrestling mat material …” – I yelled in response …
Then they smathered sprinkter sauce and gumbo grease on it and pissed on it and shoved it all in a bag made of recycled condoms …
And I was really thankful …
I went down to the CHEVRON …
They sell fuel and hookers and sawed-off shotguns and whiskey style nightmares …
They have a heating lamp zone where hotdogs slowly die of dehydration, and hamburgers made from ferry rat and whale vomit can be had for 5 bucks … it’ll be 20 bucks next week … so get them burgers while you can …
They had these new “nuggets” for sale – $4 for a dozen … seemed too good to be true. They were golden and glistening and steamy and moist … “Tasdey-Nuggetz” is what they are called …
“… are these really just four bucks?”, I asked the cashier … and she gave me a quizzical look as she rubbed her bumptous and injoovulated in her underwear …
“…. uh … yeah … it’s a new product from corporate … they’re some kind of nugget …”
“What kind of nugget?”
“Protein based ….”
“Plant protein?!? … really?”
“Nah … some kind of synthetic protein from India … made from some kind of creature that lives there …”
“Then why call it ‘synthetic’?”
“I work here … sorry.”
So I bought a box of those nuggets … and they tasted so good, I bought two more boxes …
I’ve only been eating these nuggets …
For weeks now, my hair is falling out, my fingernails are becoming thicker and sharper …
I can’t stand the light – it burns …
(but I love those nuggets)
My new girlfriend, the stripper … she said “let’s go to Zehnder’s baby …” … she spread her legs a little as she said it.
“I need some wings and cheese curgles”, Misty said, as she puffed her clove cigarette.
“Sure Misty … let’s go …”
They had baby back style chicken ribs and Cleveland style steamed ocean clams and oysters … they had mustard rubbed peglic breast, and trib-juice. We wanted to order junctis, with a side of wall crabs, but it seemed too much.
The bill? – $400 … so we dodged a bullet.
I went to the COSMOPOLITAN in LAS VEGAS …
We were hustling Scarsdale vlooze and elegant champagne mortgage backed tortilla bars …
We played blackjack and craps and spun the wheel …
We enjoyed the jacuzzi vodka bar and the iced tea hot tub tilapia brunch …
My hooker wife asked me “you gotz more gold for the doorman?”, and I just smiled and fired my pistol and cleaned the brain goo from my new Italian loafers …
It was a good time …
Britannia …
(how they send emails)
MOBILITY AIDS … that are clinical and ugly … gotta have them …
EGTP …
I thought they would kill off “Brandon” with COVID, and perhaps it was always supposed to be the summer before midterms … I thought they’d kill him off sooner, but this makes sense too … keeps the plates spinning … kind of syncs with the “Summer of Hot Rage” vibe we’re getting from the Left with respect to the recent “gun and abortion” rulings …
And if we are nearing the end of the game, and the outcome is inevitable: then you can let all the shitty players on the court for a chance to play … even Kamala.
There’s been a LOT of amateur hour shit in the last decade, but especially in recent years. It’s as if all the lower tier scum are “getting their shot” to be CEO’s and congress people and maybe POTUS, right? … so Kamal gets to play, at this point in the game it simply does not matter.
Was Apollo the ultimate limited hangout? A multi-level deception designed to keep people asking the WRONG QUESTIONS for 50+ years?
Perhaps the space programs, and the “alien revelations”, are gimmicks containing partial truths, all designed to keep people confused and off the track of the truth.
Do we really know or understand the nature of our local universe?
Starter Question: Why is it people assume forgiveness equals acceptance? Why is it many, especially SJW types these days, believe ACCEPTANCE is a human right?
Forgiveness: “Generally, however, it involves a decision to let go of resentment and thoughts of revenge …” – Mayo Clinic
Acceptance: “… the action of consenting to receive or undertake something offered. The action or process of being received as adequate or suitable, typically to be admitted into a group.” – Dictionary
What are/is the bona fides of being a gangster, how do you prove yourself? How are you accepted?
And what is the only true sin? – to kill “protected” or “sacred” members of the group without approval from some greater power.
There are no real Atheists … and the “crawling assassins …”
Is family all?
When is money not enough? – beginning of Season 3, both Walter and Jessie have plenty of money.
What is revenge? Why do we seek it when great harm is done to our families?
Gale points out he is libertarian when he first meets Walter, and he talks about the magic of the lab …
Sacrificial Lamb: Gale …
Gus and Walter: trust among sociopaths
Schadenfreude of Jessie at the hospital when Hank arrives …
“Who is the best physical therapist you know?”, “I can give you some names, but they’re not likely to be in your plan …”
Drug Therapist: self-acceptance is better than self-improvement… is that BS?
Skyler and Ted = Walt and Jesse
Gus and Mike save Walter’s life and he never knew it. I wonder often how many times God has saved my life and I was unaware….
“Welcome Home” Skyler to Walt as she won’t tell the cops he’s been cooking meth. There’s a lot of game theory going on in the subtext.
Hank in the bar is an injured crocodile
Honesty is good: “I fucked Ted.” Skyler really underestimated Walt
Jesse: “Meth: it’s awesome: you get sharp, like action-dagger feelings”
What would have happened if Jesse had stayed away from Walt after rehab
Mike: “You know…Walter, sometimes it doesn’t hurt to have someone watching your back.” A reference to the Divine?
“Walt what’s wrong with you?” Assistant Principal Carmen
We find out Jesse blew the money for the RV on strippers and blow. A comedic interlude….
intellectual property vs physical property
Gayle: “There’s crime… and then there’s crime.”
Gayle loves the lab… couldn’t stomach the path “the way you’re supposed” to build a career.
Difference between Gus Fring and Walt – psychopath vs sociopath?
Crushed RV
Hank goes crazy on Jesse – another wounded crocodile move
“Do what you want, really … I won’t stop you, but God might.” – Dr. Freckles
Become some kinda fucking alley way doctor, where surgery is performed and the anesthesia is some vodka and a lead pipe.
Making love to women while piloting ferries … you can do it …
You want to buy that new “Grill Gun” thingy … and you know why … and that’s all that matters.
You built a cabin, deep in the mountains. Your wife has left you, and you are abandoned to the darkness. You are training an army of mad gorillas, covered in dynamite, covered in failure. That’s okay … I won’t stop you …
Sarah Harper smoked crack cocaine, and rubber her bloobis on the bus … on the way to work. She thought about her trick, and his hands, and his yellow bloodshot eyes that seemed to glow in the night … His throbbing xoorg engudgulated her frinktal zone, and the 8 ancient greases flowed, as scaly birds fed on wig-ants near the abandoned church. That’s okay too … you can do that.
After each day turns sour, the philosopher loads his pistol and goes looking for trash. He stops at the first bar, nasty and consuming, the smell of stale cigarettes and bleach and vomit and shit filled the air … musty, muggy, moist, lost to the lukewarm world of woolly headed speed freaks. He can stop and have his white lightning, and then go back to hunting buffalo … I’ll do nothing to prevent it.
I will hide out in the desert, not far from Scompton. My head rests on a stone pillow, and my bed is made of rancid possum entrails and old moldy newspapers. I shiver feverishly at night, as the slow cooking heat of a methane catastrophe chases my dreams to Grinken Ville … I’ve seen the hooker armies … I’ve seen Kortan and the lizard queen and all the old folk being boiled for dog food … I’ve been near the outer realm, where the gondo-lords rule, and the priestess class swims in pools filled with KY jelly … and this is as it should be … and don’t try to stop me.
You want to become DICTATOR for LIFE of ALL PLANET BOBLIMPTOCK! You want your hands replaced with glowing red hot fists of titanium … You want to hold the still beating hearts of your enemies, in your glowing hands, as they slowly sizzle and beat their LAST. Your mansion will be made of plutonium, your car will be powered by cats … the ZINCKTON-FOLK will worship you and build a statue in your honor – and you will do pharma-grade cocaine as busty models get you OFF and you soil your silk pajamas with man juice. This is fine … I will not say NO …
Some time next year, COL TRIG will open a fast food chain called “Old Schimbly’s Kidney Pies” … he will partner with KING NOB hotel chains, and Peterson Ice Deliveries … he hopes to get a lot of verticals and horizontals going … a nearby medical clinic will lend a hand … He will serve fine high grade kidney pies, but if you find yourself naked, in a bath tub, covered in ice, with two surgical incisions on your left and right abdomen? – CALL AN AMBULANCE … but whatever …. YOU do YOU …
YOU … motherfucker … you LOVE Dungeness crab … you brag, in your slightly Asperger’s (aka DANISH) way … about how you “love to catch the little creatures” and boil them and eat them … Me? – I won’t eat that shit … you can have the tertiary consumers … the filter feeders … the things that LITERALLY EAT SHIT … and die … they are filled with poison, and it is an insult to your immune system as bad OR WORSE than surgery or any puncture wound … but keep eating your fucking shit roaches … your poison beetles … I won’t stop you.
Code monkey …
“A code monkey is someone you hire to tell a computer to do something YOU ARE TOO FUCKING LAZY TO DO YOUR OWN GODDAM SELF!” – Dr. Freckles
Crazy and old …
“When you get crazy and old, it doesn’t matter how you get eaten.” – Dr. Freckles
