SAMBO’S

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If you follow my BLOG or listen to my PODS or have read my WORLD FAMOUS MANIFESTO? – you surely know by now that I am in fact the most racist man in world history. But why?

When I was a kid we would go to a restaurant called SAMBO’S. It was like Denny’s, it had the typical AMERICANA FAIRE of late 20th century food types. Want some pancakes and eggs and bacon? – fuck yes. Want a nice patty melt? – why the fuck not. Want to go to a restaurant with weird depictions of what appeared to be exploitation of a brown skinned little boy? – they got you pal, at Sambo’s.

Kind of off topic, but when I was a kid our parents would threaten, if we were BAD, to sell us to the “indians on the reservation”. Think about this. My dad grew up on the rez, he had REZ friends, but he would use a racist depiction of indigenous people as a way to SCARE US STRAIGHT … and then there was the “black man”.

It might be obvious to you that I did NOT grow up in a “mixed” community: we had black people, just not many … and since there were so few I think even the actual racists left them alone, per the rules learned watching Little House on the Prairie. My sisters would try to scare each other and me and my brother with stories of the “black man”, he was the boogie man, but more racist.

“The black man is coming, and he’s gonna have sex with you”, the sisters would threaten to each other. “The black man is coming and he’s going to steal your bike and beat you up”, they would threaten me and my brother as well. It was a horrible trope, and the repeated spinning of TALES and FEAR STORIES left an indelible impression on me and scarred my subconscious for life.

And then there’s the “n word”.

People will have incomprehensibly silly conversations about WHAT MK-ULTRA is, but I gotta say, try to get some random x-gen white guy to say the n-word. It’s like this …

I try to say it, and immediately I see that FUCK from READING RAINBOW, but he’s tied to a pole and he’s being whipped by some random white guy, probably your dad.

As he’s being whipped he says, repeatedly: “I AM NOT KUNTA KENTAY, MY NAME IS LEVAR BURTON!” But the torturer cares not for his lament, for he is paid in tears and blood.

I try to … I mutter a syllable, and immediately I pull it back in. It’s the prima facie truth that MK-ULTRA DID WORK, and they never shut it down.

But, can I break free … unlock the final HATCH, and CATCH A RAY of HOPE by muttering that dark term? – I dunno …

Can I?

Should I?

Will I?

Tune in and see …

R: reach

E: every

G: good

G: goy

I: in

N: November

REG GIN … regular GIN is all I’m talking about … I can’t say it, it reminds me of SAMBO’S.

GIN? RED GIN? I’m Irish, I am a drunk and drink RED GIN? GINGER? – think about it.

I guess all of this leads to the essential truth that I am the most racist person in the world history, this relates back to the case that I AM LITERALLY HITLER!

And here we are: the most racist man in history has a brain condition PROBABLY induced as a result of exposure to population wide mind-control experiments as part of MK-ULTRA. And it kind of sucks.

But I’m okay.

I love you, even if you are a swarthy and dusky onyx beast.

I don’t know: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=15591

Manifestos: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=15589

Some of the answers: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=15587

Nietzsche: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=15585

Strange Instincts

  1. Two weeks ago I find and recover BOBLIMPTOCK.COM and use it as the redirect for my DANIFESTO! And choosing to WRITE the MANIFESTO a month ago was weird.
  2. Three days ago I decide to nuke my bogus blue-check TWITTER/X account.
  3. Two days ago I fry my Zero Hedge account (if you know you know). THREADS ARE GONE, one neat trick.
  4. This morning I have the “feeling” that I needed to go home, I wasn’t sick – it was as if I saw myself getting sick.
  5. The super angry OUT OF NOWHERE podcasts preceded this by a day.
  6. This afternoon I get an email from a random journalist about a horrible memory from long ago, as much as I want to say right now.

A wound I do not need is reopened.

Now – tell me about the nature of time.

Tell me WHY Nietzsche had it RIGHT all along, that EFFECT following CAUSE is a mere convention of the mind; we can’t be too sure which way the arrow points.

I want to let go of hate, especially pointless hate. I accept my part in MY great tragedies of 2016. I am also okay laying blame where it is appropriate, and though the GOAT KING was one of the forces that fucked up that year, he was not the only one or the last. 2017 would bring its own bevy of FUN PEOPLE, and 2018 would not be much improvement … to include the weir sexual touching while working contract at Alaska Airlines AND that was the summer of the Horizon mechanic that lost it and stole the plane. It was also the summer of firestorms up and down the west coast from Mexico to the Alaskan Arctic. The skies were orange and brown and black for several weeks, the air was hard to breathe for at least a month. It’s hard to hold your breath for a month.

I don’t want to go too crazy here, I just have a lot of thoughts today.

I know Jesus wants me to forgive, but I also know that there are things that can feel impossible to forgive; maybe this is because the THING also involves forgiving yourself. I need to forgive myself for being such a fucking weak and pathetic mess that I let those fucks into my life. I need to forgive myself for being so naive about the anarchist movement in the USA, and to underestimate the number of feds out there (they don’t care about voters, those sheep stay in the paddock). Forgiving myself is near impossible, so maybe that’s why I can’t forgive some of those “people” that I’ve met in the last 10 years.

You have sensed my anger … FUNNY … the anger level SPIKED a couple days ago, before the email from the journalist: there’s another win for Nietzschean time.

So maybe the arrow goes both ways.

Maybe we can, all of us, sense impending “doom”, like some spooky reptilian brain bullshit from millions of years ago.

Maybe I’m psychic? – probably not.

Maybe these are all coincidences? – very likely.

I just can’t help but think I expected something shitty today and it made me sick to my stomach before it happened.

OBLIVION: the condition or state of being forgotten or unknown …

This is what I want: to not know or be known. I want to disappear from the human drama and confusion. I’m as addicted to the humanity drug as anyone, and it’s better if I go cold turkey. It’s not possible to describe what this means, you have to feel it and be here with me right now. Are you here with me right now, buddy?

I am UNASHAMED of my past, because others in my life carry the shame for me; not their burden, not theirs to possess, but in the gelatinous mass of “humanity”, in America today, it is all so fitful, frantic, frustrating and fucked.

I have no pride in my life, not because I am worthless but because I have no idea, other than GOD, who would do the measuring. And if there is no GOD? – then no one measures, and all lives, good or bad, wise or foolish, rich or poor, beautiful or ugly, are all equally worthless and without measure. Sure, there are the arbitrary “measures” imposed by the STATE and its mind-control apparatus, but these are empty things fully revealed to those who are not children.

You can’t UN-FUCK THINGS. You might want to reverse entropy, but you really can’t. Sure, you can grab the GLUE and the broken pieces and play pretend like you’re some cartoon Japanese character practicing some ancient and meditative art form: but broke is broke, even the patina it allows still indicates it’s BROKE. It will never be what it once was, you can’t go back and fix it. You joined the Army? – great, you can’t undo whatever happened as a result. You took the vaccine? – doesn’t matter if it was poison or placebo, either is possible, but you can’t change it.

Hearts get broken, you can say they “heal”, but do they, really?

I’ve had a persistent obsession since I was a kid: TIME TRAVEL. I doubt I’m alone or special in this. Among children it’s always “dinosaurs and trains and trucks and planes”, then, as you grow older, it morphs: for the nerds there are many splits, branches in sequence, and “time travel” is just one possibility.

I designed a time machine when I was 16 – I can’t prove it. That notebook, and a whole bunch of other ephemera, ended up in a dumpster in Indianapolis, 25 years ago.

I had the idea for HOW the machine would work, what was missing was the cosmology, the basis. Then, about 4 years ago, during the “COVID”, I started thinking deeper and deeper about what we call NOW.

NOW it’s happening.

NOW we’re here.

NOW is a moment in time: but what the fuck does that mean?

YOU CAN’T TRAVEL THROUGH TIME, you really can’t.

There is no multiverse, sorry.

The Schrodinger’s Cat thought experiment IS ACCURATE and super position exists. But it has nothing to do with alternate realities, what it does refer to is the UNRESOLVED and UN-COALESCED PRESENT.

THE NOW isn’t fixed, this is the cause of Einstein’s “spooky action at a distance” conundrum. If he had understood that the PRESENT or NOW was as relative as space-time itself, or, more accurately; it’s not SPACE-TIME, it’s SPACE-NOW.

Our reality is constructed of “events”. Occurrences and interactions, seemingly trivial at times, from the microcosm to the macrocosm, from the quantum to the “political”, the universe is built of EVENTS, not matter. Matter is simply an occurrence.

Imagine there’s a part of the universe that is PENULTIMATE in one sense: boring. The most boring part of the universe. A place BILLIONS of light years from anything. From ice, from gas, from other solar systems. This might be the trailing edge of creation, the area between the galactic perimeter and the photonic bubble that represents the greatest distance light traveled from the BIG BANG. This is a really boring place, no action, no real change. If you could travel to that special region of the universe, you would have the privilege that no other being receives: to experience a SECOND as a second, a minute as a minute, an hour as an hour.

The set of events occurring at any MOMENT in time and the lines of force that connect these events represent the General Causality Field: a field that represents the sequential connections between all things that exist and will exist, matter, energy, etc.

LOW ENTROPY within the general causality field is a lot like that “boring place”, where a second is a second is a second.

HIGH ENTROPY is more like reality: a given unit of time is mainly stable, but sometimes a second is NOT a second.

The leading edge of the PRESENT is the line that separates the NOW from the FUTURE: this is fixed. For any given moment in time the “future” is fixed.

The trailing edge of the present is variable, according to my point of view and THEREFORE any “travel” within the scope of an expanded NOW represents ZERO risk of contradictions or paradoxes, all will be resolved eventually: the cat will either be alive or dead, eventually.

Now under normal circumstances, the trailing edge of the NOW is more or less equal to the unit measure of the PRESENT: for sake of argument, a SECOND is congruent to a SECOND that follows it, statistically. But under extraordinary conditions of entropy within the general causality field a moment can vary, the “now” can remain unresolved for more than a second. It might be possible, under rare circumstances, and also LOCAL to some region of space-time, that the trailing edge could go back 5 minutes. Maybe 10 minutes. Imagine déjà vu is the REAL EXPERIENCE of unresolved possibilities within the present or the now? Imagine the “Mandela Effect” is a similar but LARGER SCALE PHENOMENA.

If you could “cool” the relative entropy of the internal causality states of a given object, while at the same time expanding the PRESENT (which really means extending the trailing edge of the present), then you could travel back. And this is the problem: once ANY EVENT resets itself to a moment, and the NOW collapses back to normal state? – the previous future is gone.

If you go back 5 minutes, no big deal right? – consciousness is preserved and people might have “spooky experiences” but not much more.

If you go back 5 years? – people you know might be dead. You have RESET the future to five years ago, the “future” you left is gone. This is also why I think this can only be a local space-time phenomena, at low levels of scale.

You might say: how far could you go back?

You would need to invent several technologies to do it safely, to include constructing a HAWKING SPHERE or bubble-universe shield to exclude extra-causal behaviors that would undo the “future” you remember. You would also need a way to re-sync with the future point in time, versus just re-synching to trailing edge time, which would reset the future.

Device 1: An quantum entropy generator capable of dilating the PRESENT and extending the trailing edge back a certain distance. Lets assume a person with 50 billion dollars could build this and assume the biggest dilation for any local space-time would be 50 years.

Device 2: A negative energy projection system or inverse holographic injection system that is capable of LOWERING the relative entropy of the internal causality field of some object or “time machine”.

Device 3 (optional): A Hawking-sphere field system that cancels out all causal interaction between the time machine and the past.

Device 4 (per Device 3): To go BACK to your past, you will hijack ordinary relativity, with a twist, and build a holographic energy (photonic) injection system for INCREASING the internal general causality fields entropy to the point that while [X, Y, Z] of the abstract location vector stay FIXED, [T] experiences dilation.

This is a great deal of high level conjecture, clearly I don’t have the money to make this work.

You would hop back, 50 years. If you have the Hawking-field you could observe the world, but you would be unable to interact with it. You take a video, you turn on the positive energy injector, and you head home. No problem, no contradictions.

But maybe you’re an ASS …

If you are an ASS, then you don’t give a FUCK ALL about causal-shielding or Hawking spheres? – then you keep hopping, 50 years after 50 years … the further you go back, the further back the local space-time future gets reset.

If you were EVIL? – you could build a time-skipper, a literal time-bomb. Design it to use a radio-nucleotide decay battery … after 100 million jumps you would be far enough back that you could reset the universe itself. Of course this is impossible.

But it’s nice to think about, on a day like today.

THE GOAT KING REVISITED: APRIL-JUNE 2016

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Public lists of “shame” …

Secret lists of torment.

People on the public lists of shame? – they get their sites ripped off, they get sued, very publicly. Ridicule and calumny, publicly, is heaped upon them. If they are banned from a site, they are back after the “heroes journey” story-line has completed, and then they have 10 times more followers and acolytes. People on the well sheep dipped public lists of SHAME.

Then there are the secret lists. Mind you, if people knew about THESE lists they would be quite upset. One thing, YOU might be on one of the secret lists of torment; because of something you said, some protest you went to, you said an off color remark about Israel. You will find life difficult on the WWW, you will find that all the channels are blocked, all the doors barred, and no easy way to communicate.

The publicly shamed are the guardians of “truth”, they watch the boundary of Overton’s paddock. They find themselves ENRICHED by the attack, which we as SOVIETOLOGISTS know as “sheep dipping”. The trials, the controversies, the limited hangouts of miscellaneous value. Very few of them are real. You won’t ever know. The lower you go, the faker they get. If you have some “cool dude” with a “rad YOUTUBE CHANNEL” producing “great content” about HAM RADIO? – you might be watching a production a la USAF TROLL FARMS outside VEGAS. Just be careful you FUCK.

Probably the most diabolical thing about it is you get driven crazy, you no longer believe YOU.

On another subject …

It’s come to my attention that the 1-5 actual human podcast listeners I have are upset. The other bots and grifter accounts are steadfastly awaiting further orders; but the one or two or maybe FIVE real people are pissed … because I called you retarded and gay for being so amped up about the ORANGE KING … and did you here? – MATT does not GAETZ to be Attorney General … there’s some LIT content for your YOUTUBE edge-lord.

I don’t really care about any random person’s feelings SO FUCKING MUCH that I’m going to edit my speech or self-censor. I have too much “lists of torment” bullshit already.

I also don’t care about calling out social media as being fake as fuck – I have no earthly idea how “real” the people are that you interact with, but if it ever seems like you’re talking to a twenty-something USAF airmen? – you might be.

If you think ANY of what I was saying was about you? – well troll, bot, grifter, I’ve been down that road before too … too too many fucking times. I also don’t care. I wasted over 200 dollars this last year in the LAME ATTEMPT to use social media ONE LAST TIME to help with my podcast and my books. I am the moron here for even entertaining the possibility that there’s a magical escape from the “lists of torment”.

However, I can try, publicly, to get on the “lists of shame”. At this point in human history, any random gay retard can “hawk tuah” their way to POWER as long as they can break through the media control grid. It’s not easy, it takes imagination. If you come up with an idea that ALSO won’t get you or someone else killed? – you best keep that idea in the safest place you have, your own mind, deep and almost hidden to yourself.

So I’m working on plans …

Some will involve social engineering and lesser magic and prayer …

Some will involve Kaufman style antics and street theater …

Some and perhaps ALL of these actions will put my livelihood at risk, which is the same as saying “it could kill me”. I’m 54, and 1 mistake from street homelessness.

(and I’m okay with that too)

Live free or die? – FUCK YEAH!

And then there’s this:

A “reporter” contacted me by email today. I won’t reveal more but it was concerning WIDE AWAKE MEDIA and Jarrod Fidden. I am wary about talking to a journalist about that weird fuck, but I also know pretending to be a journalist or hiring some hooker to pretend is shit Jarrod would do, he’s a real mind fucker. So, JARROD, why don’t you just fucking pay me the money you owe me? – I figure, fair estimate, with interest and damages? …. about 500,000 US dollars … pay me you fuck.

HOW THE FUCK does this guy end up with nearly 600K followers after 2 years on the trash-app?

(I had 300 after 12 months)

(and that doesn’t count the previous dozen BANNED accounts)

Clearly JARROD sucks ELON’S COCK.

And then there’s this … an account on TWITTER since 2010 … HOW THE FUCK DO YOU BECOME THIS SPECIAL … and be so opposed to the “power”.

I’ve had dozens of banned accounts since then.

(I dunno man)

DEAR JARROD FIDDEN:

IF YOU ARE READING THIS, YOU OWE ME MONEY. WITH PAIN, SUFFERING, AND OTHER MATTERS INCLUDED, I FIGURE THE TOTAL RIGHT NOW IS AT LEAST $200,000, BUT I THINK YOU SHOULD GIVE ME A MILLION DOLLARS YOU ASS.

I KNOW YOU ARE PLAYING PRETEND STILL AND SUCKERING THE RUBES, I CAN’T HELP THEM BECAUSE THEY, MOSTLY, CAN’T HELP THEMSELVES. BUT YOU CAN PAY ME BACK YOU NASTY AND WRETCHED FUCK.

THERE IS NO VERSION OF THIS WHERE I DON’T LET ANY PERSON KNOW ALL THAT I KNOW ABOUT YOU AND THE BULLSHIT YOU PUT ME THROUGH IN 2016; THE DIGITAL FILES (PROOF IS IN HOW THIS GYPSY HAS MOVED FROM PLATFORM TO PLATFORM OVER THE YEARS) ARE THERE, READY, TO REVEAL TO ANY JOURNALIST WILLING TO TELL THE TRUTH.

IF YOU ARE FAKING THIS MOTHER JONES BULLSHIT? – BE WARNED. I AM BARELY HOLDING ON TO MY CHRISTIANITY AND THE THOUGHT OF YOU AND YOUR WIFE DEAD MAKES ME HAPPY.

  1. PAY ME THE FUCKING MONEY YOU OWE ME.
  2. WRITE ME AN APOLOGY LETTER CERTIFIED BY A LAWYER AND NOTARY PUBLIC.

… BUT IN ANY CASE, WHETHER YOUR SHITTY SACK OF SHIT PERSONAGE PAYS ME OR NOT? – LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE.

GO FUCK YOURSELF JARROD,

DANIEL JOHN SULLIVAN

… and now for something COMPLETELY different …