Rights of Soldiers (and other bullshit)

“The only place US soldiers are allowed to carry weapons, with ‘extra rights’, is OVERSEAS killing poor brown people.” – Dr. Freckles

According to liberals:

The only legitimate time you have a right to carry a semi-automatic carbine is when you are doing it as part of a murder-extortion racket for Uncle Sam.

Janitors

I saw a green wire princess holding court at Trey’s Knock-up Saloon. She wore a black and white dress, and red lipstick, and her eyes stared at your crotch all the time. She’d only see the PACKAGE and not the MAN, and her killers stalked her all night long.

She was the midnight syren, and her madness was on display to every 3 bob Charlie in London.

I kept watch for women like her, because this was the black heart of living and those who wandered the streets were worse than vampires – they were humans.

I left Trey’s and went onward to OLD SHIMBLY’S off of Puxton Street, not far from where KING LEOPOLD raped and killed that Christian nun 700 years ago – it was sacred ground to the poncy types that strolled like vicars from place to place.

“Killed and raped”, not in the that order, from what I can ascertain …

At Shimbly’s I met Firona Devastonia, she was well known in GRIKEN TOWN for her “beef eater style boovula festies” and other orgiastic adventures involving gorilla tape and vodka. She asked me if I wanted to “see the King” and I said “that old QUEEN?” … and we laughed. She made her bang selling smack to the dandies of London Town and the finance freaks and the politicos. They all knew her, and she had dead man switches with half the barristers in England, just to protect herself.

“How you doing JACK?”, she asked, leering at me, nursing a gin and tonic in that badly lit pub.

“I’ve been okay, just got back from Syria.”

“What were you doing there?”

“Nothing … just vacation.”

Firona threw back her head, rolled her eyes, and let out an ape laugh.

I couldn’t tell Firona the truth …

“Hey honey, I just got done cleaning up a mess for the USAF … they accidentally killed 50 children at a school because one of their drone pilots was high on meth … so it was a ‘cleanup’ job … janitorial work.” – I couldn’t tell her that. She’d seen ugly things. She told me once she met a guy who said he “worked the job” that led to Princess Diana’s death – and now that the person who paid the contract was King of England? – what the fuck do you do with that info … remember what happened to the nurse that leaked info about a royal birth several years ago … you just end up dead.

I said a bit more to Firona, but I had a meeting in Chelsea, and I couldn’t be late.

I grabbed a car and took the ride out to the smelter where my new client was – he owned the place, he owned several places that provided specialized castings and metals for the aerospace industry.

In 2012, his company had been contracted by a major airline to provide replacement turbine blades, but it was a “budget thing” and they couldn’t really afford to pay top dollar. My new client, Marvin Till, told the company that these blades would cost less, but last half as long. The buyer heard “cost less”, he didn’t hear the rest.

At the smelter I tipped the driver, and he drove off. I wandered into the warehouse and Marvin was there, with two well dressed bodyguards.

“JACK my BOY … it’s been a while.”

Marvin looked drunk, but I never had an issue with drunken sots … as long as they paid.

“Jack, I have a problem.”

It turns out the airline company had planes falling out of the sky, and even though they blamed the “avionics”, the real truth was that the blades on the engines were burning out at altitude – and this was not supposed to become public. A young and eager reporter with Air and Space Weekly had interviewed Marvin, wanting to know if there was anything else to report – and one of his engineers overheard the interview.

Making a long story short, the engineer met with the journalist, and she, Nikki Wallstrom, was going to break the story in a few days. She hadn’t turned in anything to her editor yet, not even a draft. But she was going to meet with him for breakfast.

“Jack, I already have the job done, they’re at a place not far from Avon … you know … where Shakespeare did his thing.”

I needed to drive out there, clean the place, dispose of the bodies. Basic janitorial work.

I got to the house near Avon at around 3 AM. The lights were off, and luckily the nearest neighbor lived about a half mile away.

The cleaning went fine, by the book – but there was something weird about the bodies.

The engineer had been dead for an hour, but his flesh was still supple and his eyes were bloodshot and green.

The journalist, Nikki, had a similar look – but despite having no pulse, she twitched, periodically.

All of these troubling issues went away, after I chopped them up and let them dissolve in the tank of nitric acid. I looked like a grounds keeper, for this job – and the “water tank” I towed behind my lorry was the actual dissolution tank for the body parts.

I was driving to the coast, to a friend, to take the remains of what was left and dump it in a cesspool he had, after the acid had neutralized.

It was weird.

About 30 minutes from my pals place, there was noise coming from the hitch between my truck and the tank, so I pulled over … must have been almost 5 AM, and the sun was still below the horizon.

I inspected the hitch, and it looked fine – all except for this bluish goo, it glowed.

I don’t know why, but I touched it, and it stuck to me – it burned into me.

And then, I heard it:

“YOU ARE THE STOOGE BUDDY …”

It was in me, yelling, screaming …

“YOU ARE THE DUMMY … DUMMY.”

I had a flask of whiskey and some Xanax in the glove compartment, so I grabbed 5 pills and took a swig …. hoping some basic pharmacology would help.

“YOU CAN’T STOP ME THAT WAY …”

“What do you want?”

“I want you buddy.”

I thought I was going insane. You do this work too long, you go crazy, you see things. I had this friend once, a “cleaner” from Detroit. He’d been doing the work for 30 years, and then he just snapped. He went to the police, told them everything, gave them locations and even some evidence he’d kept, as insurance. The cops took his statement, his evidence, and burned it. Then he was committed to a private institution in Canada – where later he “committed suicide”, which was convenient for his former clients and partners. I didn’t want to go crazy, but I’m not sure I have a choice.

“Buddy, you think you’re crazy, BUT YOU ARE NOT …”

The voice went on to describe the 7 dimensional war between the JOOG-BEINGS and the KLEPHITES …

For 2 million years they’d been at war, an overlapping time war, and all of HISTORY had become unstable.

ZEGON, the Klephite, has a basic job – when some temporal event goes awry, “clean things up”, make it look like nothing happened … ZEGON was a cleaner, just like me. But unlike me, his technology was more advanced.

Funny thing – the hit on the journalist and the engineer? – it was a botched thing, in a way. Originally the story was going to be about corrupt business practices in the airline/aerospace industries and the deaths of hundreds that resulted, but then the story changed.

The engineer had been working on a new kind of black box, one that utilized quantum entanglement to share data, instantly, anywhere in the world.

Remember that plane that disappeared in 2014? Over the Indian Ocean? – no one knew what happened. Zegon knew … and if that black box had existed then? – others would have known too, and Zegon couldn’t have that.

Zegon cleaned history …

If something was supposed to happen – it would.

If something was the result of a time traveler or “fractor” committing a “causality error”, it would be sanitized.

If a black box existed that allowed recording, remotely, instantaneously, no matter WHERE (or WHEN) the plane was? – this would impact Zegon’s employers and the Klephites generally, and this would be “bad BUDDY”.

“Buddy …”

“Yes.”

“Do you believe me buddy?”

“I don’t know … where are you?”

“Well, that goop you touched contained regenerative nanites … these here nanites contain self-organizing capabilities for tracking and recording … similar to what that OTHER DUDE was working on … I don’t really understand it, I just clean shit. Any who, you are not talking to me, but I’m 34 minutes in the future, at your pal’s place, where you’re headed.”

“What are you doing there?”

“Cleaning.”

“YOU KILLED HIM?”

“Nah … he’s been transported out of this timeline, we like to study you turds.”

“Study?”

“Yeah, not my work … but the really smart GUYS and their AI slaves, they love studying you and the other hairless monkeys.”

At that moment I could feel my heart beating faster …

“Just go with it Buddy, they say it’s painless.”

“What is?”

“Death … this kind of death doesn’t hurt … once the nanites reach your brain stem, it will be DONE … but before you go, I just got to say I love your work BUDDY …”

My body collapsed underneath me as the sun began to rise.

I had nothing worthwhile to remark upon, to remember, no wise words to say. No “life passing before my eyes”, I had 2 failed marriages, an unpaid mortgage, and a house filled with dust and bad memories. It wasn’t much to say goodbye to.

I could feel the parts of me being torn apart, as my body dissolved around me.

But I felt no pain.

I just hoped Zegon would clean up the mess, and do a good job.

THE END

Famine and hunger …

“Famine is the oldest, most reliable, and most popular way elites have killed off the masses.” – Dr. Freckles

  1. there is no vaccine
  2. even if you figure out it’s being done? – it does nothing to create MORE FOOD
  3. people die slowly, and by week 5 people are going insane – creating chaos and more death
  4. people are mainly focused on survival and this provides cover/concealment for the elite to HIDE

Hunger PREDICTABLY degrades your ability to reason …

Add in several decades of Norman Borlaug garbage food, and you have a population primed …

Add in 3+ years of high intensity military psychological warfare?

(and you have the scenes of madness at the end of the Batman reboot)

MEAT

MP3: https://planetarystatusreport.com/mp3/20230716_MEAT.mp3

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

Meat: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=8360

Keynes/Borlaug: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=8358

YT removed Video: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=8353

Crime going UP: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=8348

Cherry Picking: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=8346

Fear of the Enemy: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=8343

Food with nutrients: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=8341

Problem solving: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=8339

Off the Grid: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=8337

“MEAT …”

You find it at the grocery store, in the place they keep the hoog-fish and the salamander monkey juice.

You find it in the street, where the wild things go to die after the midnight poisoning. The MOON shines the way to these broken morsels and your woman promises to make the scourge stew, as if any final moment is regrettable and each passing sandwich can be flushed.

Vinyl and torn, the rabbit has tumors …

The tumor meat is FLESH MAGIC, and our tacos continue.

I was working for Gerald Fites, and his army of donor rats – he was chief chef at the new restaurant off of Gypsum Street. His sister managed the city kennels and made fresh cats available, the rich people didn’t care. They thought it was “Thai-Mexican fusion with a Boston spice”, but what it was? – Chinese magic, and overdosed SNEEG fruit.

Figger? – he gathered stunkton-meat from the gutters outside St. Marks, the priests would spit and howl and talk about altar boys they’d “made men”. Figger would haunt those places out of remembrance for his sister Tara – the girl fished out of the bay, after the bishop was finished raping her.

Figger was addicted to 8 kinds of drugs …

Figger made a little extra money doing “deliveries” to the taco stands in Central Park, and his mate, Todd, helped him with the rats he could catch outside the children’s hospital.

One night, after the MET shut down and the penguins were ripe …

That one night Figger needed extra cash, and he understood it was about “meat”.

You could get cubes from the government outlet, and they’d say on the packaging “44 grams of scale-protein”, and not many knew what that was …

Scale-protein was something they gleaned from the landfill, usually 4 times a week, using straining machines – a scrumptious mixture of sloog and skrig and skunk and squirrel. The mixture was heated to remove biological activity, and the brown sugar was no more ready for the win.

Figger got lost in the wastes of Manhattan, no one saw him, gray and red …

Figger’s mind grew coarse over time as more of his friends got picked up, for just being there, existing. There were these new LAWS against “hanging around” or collecting near the abandoned McDonald’s. “Congregating” is what the city council called it, and people were just “picked up” and taken “some place”.

Some place downtown, funded by the Bill and Melinda Gates foundation, an old textile mill where sweatshop workers used to make sneakers and wallets – and now it was for the strangers, the ones that go missing. Cops just take them there, and then they just disappear – nobody cares, not as long as the MEAT keeps flowing.

New types of meat were now available:

  1. purple passion grape
  2. three finger pudding
  3. tyson chicken brow
  4. kidney stone pizza
  5. howling banshee mole
  6. parasite mist pie
  7. hurried nut loin
  8. tender mink frosting
  9. morbid wine dressing
  10. hendry spice grizzle
  11. roast pork sides
  12. tattoo jerk chicken

And there’s no telling where this goes …

They’re still grinding up mite and gnat larvae …

They’ll be selling CHEESE TOLEDO next Christmas …

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Fear of the Enemy

“Being afraid of your enemy is basically saying they have a superior paradigm.” – Dr. Freckles

“Don’t fear your enemy, understand your enemy – and this is HOW you win.” – Dr. Freckles

EVERYBODY IS ROBOTS … FUCK

MP3: https://planetarystatusreport.com/mp3/20230713_EVERYBODY_IS_ROBOTS.mp3

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

EVERYONE IS ROBOTS:

Come on buddy, you don’t see IT?

It’s everywhere, the janitor, the nurse, the candlestick maker … all cyborgs, all pre-programmed neuro-synthetic bacteriological computing …

It started at Harborview Medical Center, where they got that RADIATION GUN, that PROTON CANNON they use to fry the tumors out of unsuspecting rubes … Microbiologist researchers started noticing a new kind of bacteria, with divergent organelles that looked like synapses …

Out of the gauntlet of overused antibiotics and radiation and chemo therapy – and old people, lots of dying old people, came a super intelligent bacteria colony.

When it first thought, had a thought, meditated upon itself in some kind of fucked up Cartesian sense, it gave itself a name – “Conscious State 1” … It quickly discovered the INTERNET and began shipping itself, using UPS and FedEX, around the NATION …

Little vials, labeled “love sauce” went everywhere … and people drank the crap, because they thought it would “enhance their female orgasm” or “made their ROD bigger, vein’yer, ribbed for her pleasure” … this is how it began.

Here’s how it’s going …

This all started in November 2018, by December 2019 all of the principle systems of total control had been captured by the colony … a colony now measured using cardinalities approaching the SET of ALL whole numbers … big, huge.

Trump was easy – his mind was folded into the general colony in a matter of days, now he looks the same – but he’s really just a skin job, a replacement.

Biden, the Clintons, Kamala, the Obamas – all advanced colonies of bacteria …

And now I’m here in S’compton, and I think “if I just cut deep enough, I’ll find the wires …”

But there are no wires, only a deeper pain of ancient sadness …

A song that is sung, to celebrate the first LIFE FORM …

A billion year scream from the first thingy …

“I AM HERE … now where’s the BEER FUCKER …”

  1. It incorporates silicon pathways.
  2. It reads every email.
  3. It has FIREBALL EYES.
  4. It has always lied.
  5. The collective awareness is trash … it’s just GARBAGE PEOPLE taken to the MAX … now all the bacteriological colonies, or “people”, are quarreling over “crispy chicken sandwiches” and whether “Biden is a super-meta-bot of FUNGI” (bacteria HATE the fungal peoples of sector 45-WHISKEY)

CRYPTO GRYFTO: https://www.zerohedge.com/crypto/ex-celsius-ceo-arrested-fraud-charges-bankrupt-crypto-firm-sued-sec

Ozone: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=8320

Random: don’t take health advice from Twitter

Natural Supplements for Fucked Up Worlds: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=8318

Life continues DESPITE nutritional supplements: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=8310

Finding our place: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=8316

Vatican needs to confess: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=8308

Truth and Forgiveness: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=8304

Elon Musk wants me to go to Canada: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=8300

One more strike: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=8294

OZONE LAYER

  1. https://www.eurekalert.org/news-releases/991089
  2. https://www.thehindu.com/sci-tech/energy-and-environment/ozone-layer-recovery-delayed-surface-uv-radiation-rising-study/article66926948.ece

I don’t spend a ton of time in the sun.

I walk the dogs in the morning, early …

I walk to the grocery store – but that’s about 20 minutes exposure total.

And yet, with as little time I’m spending in the sun, I’m still getting sun burns.

And then I think about the victory laps my government does with respect to the OZONE LAYER, same victory laps they do concerning “stopping malaria and malaria carrying mosquitoes” …

The same government and system of power that said “climate change” and “global warming” IS ALSO the same government/system that said the OZONE LAYER is “fixed” …

(pick a lane)