“It’s always darkest before it gets even darker.” – Dr. Freckles
ONE WEEK CRACK UP BASH …
Remember: during the period 2010 to 2012, the FED was printing massively in ways that we will probably never know. We will never know how much they printed, handed out. All we have are their public disclosure of MBS and other bond purchasing.
In 2009 the infamous SATOSHI paper was made public, and in retrospect this was probably an operation. Up until around 2012, the Keiser Report had a “Buy Silver Crash JP Morgan” movement that quickly morphed into the weekly crypto show …
Crypto has, since 2009:
Created a Keynesian style economic boom for computers and chip manufacturing.
Protected silver from price spikes.
Kept people, many smart people, busy, focusing on the wrong things.
What Crypto is:
Polycentric not decentralized.
Coin centric not transaction centric – bad for businesses.
Not decoupled from the fiat system, and in that sense it behaves like a derivative.
I ordered this chicken fried rice once from one of these “fusion” Asian places in Little Saigon (Seattle). They showed up 3 hours late and demanded a tip … 20 bucks. It was some scrombo freak from the Central District, he’d missed his audition for a Macklemore video shoot ….
His eyes glowed blue, I knew he was dosing that new street drug, S’klink …
His hands were shaking, and clearly there was dried semen on the top of the delivery box …
Moral of the story? – if “fusion” is in the name of the restaurant? – don’t … don’t ever.
Do not get “chicken salad” delivered in Seattle …
When it comes to delivery food, the key word “organic” does not mean what you think it means …
“tipping”, in food delivery slang, means sticking your penis into the food prior to delivery …
(just the tip)
Do you know what “thousand island dressing” is?
(your delivery driver does …)
If you’re in Dallas? – NEVER order the “turkey chili” …
(just don’t)
Don’t ever get “clam chowder” delivered in Chicago …
(ever)
“mexican style pizza” …
(also NOT what you think it is when you order this for delivery)
On Wall Street, it’s really popular among the hedge fund guys to do custom “BD” orders …
Biomatter Delivery option …
Choose various kinds of cum, blood, stool, booger, genital crabs, options …
Crypto people really like this too … to eat other people’s dried up cum.
Someone says “waddabowd tamper proof …” … nope …
you put the stool or dried cum on the food before you seal it … then your solution does not work
OR
you carry extra “tamper proof” containers in your car, transfer food, smear with fecal matter and scabs and boogers and ear wax … then it looks “sealed” so it must be good, right?
Being “over friendly” … yeah …
That means “boogers and boob juice” …
“Under friendly” means urine and loin grease …
“Under tipping” means blood and cum …
“Bad attitude” leads to genital crabs being sprinkled on your pizza.
87% of those who deliver your food have poorly managed and pervasive genital crabs …
The crabs often end up in/on the food that gets delivered.
It’s easy to camouflage cum, blood, and stool, in a pizza delivery … especially if they cook it in first …
Some deliver drivers enjoy sticking their fingers in their butts and then dipping their fingers into your beef bullion when you order a french dip …
A lot of delivery people masturbate in the car while they’re waiting, then smear their cum on your food …
Steal your food?
(nope)
Spit in your food or put turd oils on your food?
(yes – often …)
(learn to COOK your own food)
When in Paris, and staying in a hotel?
Avoid ordering ANY room service where the phrase “grand cru” is used …
Also avoid any food item that is listed as “fresh” …
Try having a “fish taco” delivered in Phoenix …
(then try the land crab)
If you order corned beef hash from one of these food delivery services in Los Angeles?
More often than not, it’s dog food mixed with minced french fries from some fast food joint …
Best advice I can give is from John Carpenter’s, The Thing …
“… and we should only be eating out of cans now …”
It’s all about the “extras”, the add-ons, and their impact on the bill:
Tressen grease: 14%
Nog and Xinder: 22%
So that the employees don’t spit into your food: 200%
Ho’chicks: 100%
Scundo-reev: 3%
Sadness of the ANARCHIST …
“After some empire or government fails: ‘we will construct a BIGGER tower this time, it can’t fail!’ ” – Dr. Freckles
Plan B …
“All my plan-B’s are bad.” – Dr. Freckles
Looking down on Satan …
“There’s a reason we cast our gaze upwards towards God, and downward to Satan … Because looking down on the Devil is a thing, for Christians.” – Dr. Freckles
It’s crazy …
The SURGERY … I need money for it …
I was notified by Dr. Grunkis that I needed my annual exam/physical to check for mounds, spores, mold, dry rot, and other conditions of the beleaguered soul scraping at this turmoil …
He said I sounded SICK in my last podcast, and I probably have scrapies …
So he’s recommending a MULTI-PART organ replacement surgery …
He has a Ukrainian friend that will meet me at a hotel on the edge of town …
He said bring “several bags of ice … like 12 bags” …
He said the whole procedure might take a day or two … or less …
The guy pulls out my heart and lungs …
My kidneys and liver …
He extracts my grumbo juices …
And much more …
This all COSTS 20,000 … I don’t have that … supposed to bring it with the ice.
If these facts they raise are true? – then there was more to the story
Weird time …
Motivations …
If you’re going to listen to a podcast, it makes sense to understand the author or speaker. Understanding also means an honest attempt on the part of the listener to question and deconstruct the podcaster’s “message”.
My motivations …
Scream at the world
To live and let live and be left the fuck alone – also called liberty
Christianity
A desire to understand the world and to share this understanding … you can call this philosophy, in a sense … call it what you want … call it analysis and empiricism …
To take horrible subjects and make them as funny as possible
To entertain
To make some money
To say really disgusting things …
To say the word FUCK a LOT … I guess that gets back to motivation #1.
The Recruiter …
“Can I give you some advice … m’kay … most people would see 75 or 80K and think you don’t know what you’re doing …”
(right …)
“With your experience, you should be asking for 120K … minimum …”
(wow …)
(spectacular)
Cautionary Tale …
My super human name …
The Devil and grifting …
“The Devil is the penultimate grifter.” – Dr. Freckles
Surviving VS Living …
“Surviving is doing the minimum to NOT BE DEAD … living involves a little more.” – Dr. Freckles
Right VS Wrong Path …
“The surest way to find the WRONG PATH is to stress about being on the RIGHT ONE.” – Dr. Freckles
The interview …
They asked about my email … and the name or wording … this could be bad.
two initial customers who haven’t received their units.
A dude in Puerto Rico I’m trying to walk through set up and debugging, over the phone …
No money, looking for work … this stresses me out … fuck it.
And this feeling that at any time all of this “work” will become pointless … how else will us little folk spend out time until the end?
We’re not giving up …
End Times Meter is now 70% …
Tricks …
“Magicians and grifters use tricks to hide the truth, physicians use tricks to hide the pain.” – Dr. Freckles
Oil and magic …
“Talk is cheap, but oil is not.” – Dr. Freckles
You have a 1978 FORD pickup …
It has 2 millions miles on it …
It gets about 300 gallons to the mile …
And you suddenly, find yourself, stuck on the side of the road.
Is it:
a) because the world ran out of oil?
or
b) because you statist punks can’t stop voting, can’t stop participating in government?
(government IS the monkey on our backs)
(government IS ALWAYS some kind of communism)
Talk IS cheap …
And talk is all the government is good at – since it’s a skill grifters master.
What shall we become …
What shall we become …
As the gerd-herders set fire to Tremulous-5 …
As the new style wogon-beasts hunt the misty oil of hooker delight …
Shall we become the NEW FOLK?
Made of white-lightning and meth and titanium and sadness?
Will we listen to country music while making love to our busty women during the hot sweaty nights?
NO …
Our die is cast towards the next stage of ROLON-STRIG, and our buttcracks will be sealed up. Our nungoid-fragrance will signal predators to stalk and kill us … our bones scattered.
(that’s what we’ll become)
(coyote stool)
Near the village of K’bersk, the old krone that lives on the edge of town screams out the name “ZELENSKY”. She is mocked by the wolf-women and driven further into the woods. Her hair catches fire, and the crops for next year go unplanted.
Horvich, the basket weaver, shakes and mutters in the street … Ukraine soldiers walk by and spit on him, kick him, drag him to the pit outside of Kyiv, and dump his body with the rest.
(Zelensky calls this victory)
The 62nd Shock Army moves on G’tlanko, and the crabble-fish mutter “hear, hear …”
The 7 monks of Ukrainian madness make merry with their CIA handlers, and Truby wants a new gun. “We are near victory!”, he burps, as his jaundiced eyes come into view …
“Zelensky is the GUY … everyone loves that guy …”, and the smell of rotting corpses is their aperitif …
(and the women mourn silently for husbands never coming home)
(Zelensky calls this victory)
“It’s tirg-fud, scrumble …”, the Ukraine sergeant told his men …
“It’s salty, it will fill your belly …”, just ignore the tattoos on the meat …
(Zelensky calls this victory)
In the time of Yogen-Slor, when trenchant fork sifters find scraps in the gutter. Careless hookers would sell their wares near Trida Street and Ukraine officers would have them and cocaine … and Russian babies from the Donbass for lunch.
“Where is the front line?”, General Gor screamed … his officers were busy raping children.
“Where is the advanced guard?”
Buried in the dirt, for harvest, as ravens pick the eyes out of AZOV heroes …
(Zelensky calls this winning)
HUNTER …
Threats, Death, and Problem Solving …
“The first step in problem solving IS NOT KILL or THREATEN TO KILL everyone around you.” – Dr. Freckles
Fuck you soap …
You’ll smell like dog poop …
You’ll smell like the worst turtle grease …
FU Soap …
Flying monkeypox …
Just listen to Chris Martenson … he’ll tell you about this monster. Crawling through the pipes of apartment buildings, entering your butt crack and leaving its scars …
Following the PEACE of Jergins in 2027, ending WW3, comes the brief peace of Torblatz. All parties to this treaty cover themselves in scrimbo-grease and grab each other’s junk … as US SOCOM are doing meth and oxycontin nearby …
Then comes MONKEY WAR 1 … the first great MONKEY WAR.
Monkeypox enters the body via the anal canal zone … there? – floobian juices mix with the roasted peanut butter and produce corn film. Take the smear, and place a large shard of glass between the spriggly and the TORNO JORG or butt-rinctus. Once the monkeypox has entered your blood stream it starts a gang … and hunts down the man that killed his wife. Following this, the monkeypox mutates into monkey herpes … and this “monkey herpes” infects your nads … your junk … and there’s a weird smell … and your new girlfriend starts hanging out at improv late … and she gives you crabs.
More and more people are catching monkeypox fever …
It’s like DISCO FEVER … with an itchy discharge.
My Mind … (I’ve said this before)
I need to thank a recent donor, and all donors of recent note, and all donors …
Thank you for allowing me a massive amount of joy at a fraction of the cost …
Thank you for being human, and generous, within your means.
I will not forget.
“I take trips in my mind, my sailing ship is my imagination, my brain is my ‘Disney Land’ …” – Dr. Freckles
Hearing the Lord’s voice …
“It’s easier to hear the Lord when you put down your smart device.” – Dr. Freckles
Bank Holiday … (March 2020)
Errata: I say “April” at one point in the podcast … but this was a mistake, it was March 17, 2020.
I’ve talked about two possible explanations for the ongoing military psychological warfare since early 2020.
Based on what I’ve seen, I believe the following are true:
a) they are using PSYOPs (military psychological warfare) to manage many billions of people.
b) the basic message of all the PSYOPs has been (don’t go places, don’t talk to people, don’t travel much)
c) the PSYOPs are REACTIVE in nature, ergo it implies “they” do not control the schedule.
d) it looks like “they” are managing a fuzzy event: an event that happens in a window of time, not on some specific date (like an asteroid strike).
e) the lies are so damaging, in an irreversible sense, that you can discount all talk of: WW3, managed culling, “Reset”, and all the Klaus Schwab nonsense or the Jim Rickards (CIA) “basket of currencies” stupidity. Another year of this? – and we will have a plague of madness, everywhere.
f) PSYOPs are “cheap”, but not long lasting – at some point people either go insane, die, or reject the lie … so they must have believed the “window of highest likelihood” began in 2019. My guess: 5 year window … which means the window closes in 2024.
Here are the two possible “fuzzy event” explanations, there are other ways of looking at this but my approach is “it’s probably this”, but the second level category captures “everything else”.
Most likely case: The US dollar empire is in collapse, and this might be coinciding with a Civil War in China that the US deep state is helping to cover up (read: all the dumb logistical stories since 2020 … “can’t unload containers”, “muh factories have been hacked”, “oh boy, the farmers are burning all the potatoes”). This will be bad, really bad, and it’s accelerating as I write this – but it’s something you CAN survive if you apply commonsense to your existence and you escape the cities.
Worst case: Ask yourself what would be so bad that the world powers, and their enforcers, would use very damaging trauma based mind control (suicides, overdoses, non-treated chronic illnesses, increases in domestic and child abuse, destroyed businesses and lives, psychic driving to madness) to manage people, for some indefinite period of time, knowing that AT THE SAME TIME they were going to lose control? What would be that bad AND a fuzzy event?
Fuzzy Probability Worst Case Events ->
– Super CME (coronal mass ejection): also called a planet killer (think a billion times worse than Carrington)
– Geologic: most likely a caldera or super volcano event
– Pole shift
– End Times: I’m a Christian AND we can’t know the time or place … prophecy is for reifying faith, not for stock investing.
– Clathrate Gun: I am concerned that THIS is the most likely worst case, based on research
– Peak Oil
– Massive, long term, worldwide FAMINE: this is also the second runner up to Clathrate Gun … but famine is baked into the cake, along with the collapse of the US government and all governments worldwide … A famine period that lasted for more than 2 years would be catastrophic, and it will still happen for a number of the scenarios mentioned.
I believe famine, as stated above, is guaranteed now. And if you say “the government did it”? – I agree, but that’s been true of almost EVERY FAMINE in recorded history, in some way, in some form of deliberate or accidental action, governments enable boom/bust, plenty/famine cycles.
The podcast below is from March of 2020, like the “Screwbilee” podcast from Early 2019 it represents the most likely and BEST CASE scenario.
To reiterate best case / most likely: The US dollar empire is in collapse, the entire world has become addicted to the USD and that means the WHOLE WORLD is going to go through a lot of pain, not just the US. Cities will collapse rapidly … not gracefully, and no one from the government will warn you.
I won’t be training to be a McDonald’s professional …
I could say it’s not pride, that might be a lie.
I could say it’s about my general panic and anxiety when it comes to the general public: that’s the truth.
Pride and panic, not a good combo to run the register at McDonald’s …
Maybe they could let me harvest the McNuggets, those meat sacks hanging in the back … fed via tubes containing recycled unconsumed McDonald’s foods and wood chips and broken glass and fear …. fear is the seasoning.
Maybe I could sweep out the grongo-bins, where creatures called “crats”, have rat, half cat, genetically modified with halibut DNA … they are bred in the back to … for that tasty Fish Filet sandwich … Crats get out some times … you see them feeding on old people in the alley.
Perhaps the mold farm, above the employee toilets, where classic McFlurry core mixtures are grown and harvested … special molds for that frozen vanilla griz they put in that McFlurry … these mold were genetically modified to be radically endothermic while consuming the human flesh of people that just get dumped now …. dumped out back … by the ditch.
I could just end up where I probably should have in 2019 – homeless, on the streets, pitiable and yet deserving of no pity. You know the best thing about being homeless in the streets? – most people do their best to ignore you.
You know the worst thing about being homeless in the streets?
“If something requires government to work, it probably will never work.” – Dr. Freckles
I need 800 trillion dollars, so please donate …
I have to pay rent … that’s something.
I have a friend, a dog, named Boomer, and I’d love to give him something special …
In order to form my 16 thug armies? And provide them with multi-barreled 12 guage gun systems? … shit, and fuck.
I want to build an Army of Hookers … the first true hooker army, capable of using dozens of love and self defense techniques to totally and completely subdue our enemies in the greasiest way possible … and the monkey-crabs … our secret bioweapon.
MUNGO BEASTS, covered in idolatry and desecration …
Constant reminders of TIME and its curse …
A fist beating some old Russian to death, and for what? THE FOURTH REICH?
All was a failure, in the eyes of the crimson serpent …
(and the final seal was broken)
“Take the young men to the town square, FEUR MASTER wishes to see the catch …”
“To the front they go?”
“Yes … to the front … to fight against those guys …”
“We really hate those guys …”
“Yep …”
A table is set for each. Plates and forks and knives and goblets filled with stale wine, the maidens fill your glass with honey and spice …
And a million young men sit down to eat, and forget themselves in the darkness.
Night falls on the kingdom of the damned, somewhere near Kyiv … or Kiev?
(have some chicken)
“… Your fear of yourself is sadness for all …”
Hitler?
He was the first gondo-lord of Trib, he fashioned swords from discarded whale bone and feasted with KINGS … his eyes grew weary in seeing those stains, those human profanities. His greed exceeded any logic, and a fist of glowing titanium stole his heart.
You can’t abide the NAZI glinken folk, for they are the herpes of the world.
DENAZIFY?!?
De-not-see-fi … fee fi fo fum … drink the rum …
Have a dinner with three vampires, hire a chef to prepare the goulash … consume your meat soup as the angry witches chant and curse …
This is the feast of Jergin, all are invited, especially Zelensky … ?
Or Biden?
Or Trump?
Or Walt Disney?
All are invited to the feast, as the Devil leads the band, and Hades burns as a million suns …
(enjoy the soup)
Jesus was a hobo …
“Jesus didn’t own a house.” – Dr. Freckles
Trade like shit birds …
My Christianity and Sexuality …
I start from the premise that my Lord in Heaven made me free, from birth – as he made all of you.
Your business, your life, as long as you are not harming others? – is none of MY business.
It would be neat to pretend that everything is as simple as man/woman … but it does get more complicated.
It troubles me that this issue has become so misunderstood, especially the trans situation, that people also draw the erroneous conclusion: well, then pedophilia must be okay … A does not imply B … but, sexuality in America is filled with LOTS of non sequiturs.
That Little House on the Prairie episode, your grandfather’s pacemaker, and being trans sexual.
This war will be followed by 8 SCROGON wars … all fought over ginkus-meat and tribblings and the leftovers from second harvest sifting of corn kernels … and undigested carrots.
You will eat stew made of munkis and mold, you will boil in the hot sun like a gumbo freak. Your eyes will be glassy and red and your neebus pipe will close off, sealing off all your stool so that it begins to excrete from your pores.
Following this? – the 9 hooker armies will encircle Grinken Town …
WHEN SKLEEBO JONES rides high in the sunset, and Terry the joker-roney gets his hamburger helper start-up going?
When the dongle-berries turn green and then ripen?
After the schlungis birds fly away, down south, to feed upon the decaying corpses of old men and young hooker princes?
Then you will know …
I was TORGEN-HERDER, with Putin, in the time of ape-priests …
We fed on bat meat and chased jungle women and suckled upon the trankle-fruit as we rubbed ancient spices on our nads …
Late in the evening, we would ride elephants covered in gold and diamonds …
Little jungle children would light firecrackers and handout chicklets …
The caves would be revealed, and the nastiest hole would find peace.
When Jengiz-Tuul finds the lost cup, and fills the brim with blood-ape juice, then the QUEEN of HOOKER CITY will be at one with total victory …
Neegus? The Infiltrator?
He will be taken to Beckest-Dor for trial and strung up like a cleaven freak … being eaten alive by mutated genital crabs …
And your hooker wife? – what shall she say?
“Why don’t you support the Ukraine?”
“… why don’t you go into the kitchen and make me a sandwich …”
89 scrid ago, when the tailors of Tilapia made ice-pants and corsets of steel?
During the age of BOJIMBUS, when Tyre was burned and Carthage ravaged the busty nuns of Dunbaah?
We hired our own robot slaves to clean out the gilly-pipes and massage the dringle. We made guns out of potatoes and hid them in our butt crack … and JILLIAN FERTILITY was to be had if you could get the coinages …
I did not fear the muskrat or the owl …
But I did fear the wretched sadness, turned to old wine and misery.
Emerald queens, you had your jungle realm. Untold nightmares and storms haunted those places, crammed between Nordis and Trog. Sasquatch, 15 feet tall, chased busty women through your streets, as the joggers ravaged Grinken Town.
Fisty nurses, with tired eyes, handed out curses to all …
Genial soldiers handed out lead.
(until everyone was dead)
By the YEAR of GUMPTOUS, all buying and selling will happen with TROG-LORD coins … you will buy your gallon of protein slurry from Old Dingus’ Protein Emporium, you will saver that lukewarm greasy mixture, in the cold damp room hidden from the sight of God.
Your mind will begin splitting and ripping, and your heart will become cobalt and deranged … Angry hordes will hunt you for your nad-fragrance and sell your eel carcass to the hookers in sector 44 …
And Bitcoin will make this all possible.
Hating people … (not all people)
“I don’t care where I live, I can hate people anywhere.” – Dr. Freckles
Failing at everything …
“I fail at EVERYTHING … including giving up, or giving in.” – Dr. Freckles
“The most interesting people don’t come from fancy places.” – Dr. Freckles
NATO
What if the primary objective behind the Ukraine invasion was the fracturing of NATO?
Milgram Experiment (revisited)
A thought experiment.
Imagine you’re a parent, and you have one child … sitting in a room adjacent to yours. A nuclear war has just begun, and the only way to stop it is to push a button … but if you push the button, your child is killed.
Imagine a similar scenario, but the button flashes red when your child is in danger and if you press it within one minute, your child is safe (until the button flashes red again), but if you do press the button, a village, in some random poor country, is targeted with a missile strike.
Imagine that in scenario 2, you are told each time you push the button: you save your kid, and other kids … and you don’t know about the villages being destroyed.
