PLANETARY STATUS REPORT!

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Stochastic Terrorism …

the public demonization of a person or group resulting in the incitement of a violent act, which is statistically probable but whose specifics cannot be predicted:The lone-wolf attack was apparently influenced by the rhetoric of stochastic terrorism.

You are sitting at a bar, and you bitch and moan about Danish people …

A random Swede hears you, and creates a meme on Twitter …

A young girl in Denmark creates a Tik Tok video about Danish pain …

A historian writes in his journal of the coming persecution of Danes …

For several generations, a family of plumbers in France who were exposed to that fucking historian’s writings, fosters and spreads a hatred of Danish people …

One day, in the year 2344, Rene Debouf sets off a barn at NEO-TACO-HUT, and kills a bunch of robot Danish people …

And this was Stochastic Terrorism Theater …

Hiring …

“Always hire people more talented than yourself, that’s how you WIN.” – Dr. Freckles

Remember when …

Remember when “firing” someone meant setting them on fire and then dumping their body behind the Starbucks?

(that was awesome)

Out there on the high plateau, being chased by bat-squirrels and lamprey-rats, you can feel the energy of predatory love tooling …

Remember when you could struggle in the zest-pits of S’compton, wrestling your lover for total sexual mastery … and then planting your ivory goo in her bib-hole and she’d be like “thanks for cumming in there”, and you’re like “I didn’t ask bitch”.

Remember when “two for a dollar” mean Shirley, the transient meth-whore, would give you a “grimbly plus and triple spleg”, and you’d clean up that mess with windex because it didn’t sting so much but the genital crabs got herpes and your lover left you in the gutter to die?

Remember when we were young and we’d frolic with joy and hope and we’d play chainsaw games and hunt turtle bat? We’d ride the river in our dugout canoes and throw nets at the monkey-owl and catch bush meat for dinner which we mixed with curry flavoring from the 7/11 store?

Remember when our parents would give us dynamite for our birthday and let us eat sugar cereal and stuff? Like “here kid, here’s some dynamite to toss at that old dude” and you’re like “thanks Pa, I needed that and boy that’ll be fun”, and then you end up killing that weird guy?

There’s money down there … (palladium)

Link: https://www.latimes.com/california/story/2023-02-15/catalytic-converter-theft-death-los-angeles-county

Price of palladium:

Wounded on the BATTLEFIELD!

Link: https://nypost.com/2023/02/17/kayla-lemieux-ditches-her-z-size-breasts-outside-the-classroom/

“Some will take whatever they can get.” – Bill Nye (is he talking about pedophilia?)

TRANS ERUPTION … not a real thing.

It’s a trauma based mind control PSYOP with the added benefit of “wounded on the battlefield” …

Wounded people take resources …

Wounded people take focus …

1. autism
2. cancer
3. dementia/alzheimers
4. trans people
5. vaccine injury

Wounded … needing help … unnecessary victims.

BTW – I’m not transphobic but I also don’t think, as a Christian, I have to abandon my values. I think I can love and pray for people and not necessarily approve of their choices, just as the same can be done for me. You might not like my choices, but you can still live in peace with me.

15 MINUTE CITY

I lived in a “15 Minute City” …

Camp Stanley, S. Korea …

I could walk 500 feet to work …

(just so nice)

(called being in the military)

Just so we’re clear:

15 MINUTE CITY == MILITARIZATION OF SOCIETY

WHITE NOISE and the OHIO DERAILMENT …

Link: https://www.zerohedge.com/political/residents-say-theyve-broken-out-rashes-after-east-palestine-train-derailment

People are turning into MONGO GOOBER type fuckers, with boils and curses and chunks of flesh just hanging off their bone. Their eyes have turned amber-blue and their minds are a mixed bag of dark foreboding and hooker delight.

Is this story being “buried” or enhanced?

“Big shadows are hard to hide.” – Dr. Freckles

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Inflation …

“If I had a million bucks? – I’d buy 20 large coffees at Starbuck’s.” – Dr. Freckles

Limited government …

“Believing in constitutionally limited government is a lot like believing in Asimov’s Laws of Robotics: it’s a nice thought, but it probably won’t work.” – Dr. Freckles

The Libertarian Party …

“The Libertarian Party is your last stop before reaching freedom.” – Dr. Freckles

Butt Rapes …

“85% of all butt rapes are performed by aliens, the other 15% are mostly CIA.” – Dr. Freckles

Super Pig

Link: https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2023/feb/20/us-threat-canada-super-pig-boar

Something I talked about …

Link: https://www.theguardian.com/books/2023/feb/18/roald-dahl-books-rewritten-to-remove-language-deemed-offensive

There will be …

In the future, the lands will be made up of separate parts and each part will serve some nefarious purpose or serve some vampire goal.

1. There will be 100 zones outlining the various places you can go. You will be given a metal plate and that plate will be attached to your forehead – when you board a train to travel, your plate will be electrochemically stimulated to produce GINKTUS-GROO and that muck mixes with your neurotransmitters to drive you CRAZY … and once you’re GONE … you’re outta there …
2. Every ZONE is divided into 44 domains. These domains are ruled by a sexy cadre of stripper warriors, all of them busty and scantily clad and covered in the greases of the avenue. They carry switchblades with the word KARMA etched on the side …
3. A domain is composed of 75 regions. Each of these regions are filled with sklig-pipe lords and various hankus-gangs. They rove about, looking for catalytic converters and fast-time boovula. Their women are power hungry murder hoes, and their dogs are pits, covered in metal spikes.
4. A region is made up of 200 sectors, and the sectors are WEIRD. Dark sectors contain witch festrel and carrot meat. You walk for days looking for a place to sleep, but you don’t find nothing but the urban gape and it’s nasty stench.
5. Sectors are built on 9 quadrants. A quadrant is ruled over by a JINGO-MONK or KELMER-PRIEST. They are ordained as pimp daddies and street flesh controllers. All hookers shall be registered with them and given hooker names. What is your hooker name?
6. Grids are the building blocks of quadrants. Every grid has a GRID COMMANDER. The grid commander wears armor made of leather and iron, he or she carries a sword and a revolver and a fifth of Wild Turkey. These commanders are a saucy lot and capable of great feats of hooker style grease magic …
7. Blocks and their hooker queens are the basis for GRID MAGIC and total feudalistic whore control. Spider ministers acquire your soul energy and then drain it into the collective pool. You will lose your mind as you gain your way toward cocaine nightmares and old time’y ape pasta surprise.
8. All these hooker blocks contain a variable number of fortresses – these are the power centers of the future. Each year the people of the fortress vote on their THURGEN-REP, and this person takes claims of pain and agony and madness to the FEUR-MASTER GURGEN that overseas all connections to the block lords and the hooker queens. The votes are tallied, for justice, and then some random person is tossed off the ceremonial bridge.
9. Fortresses have rooms, and each room will have 21 inmates or citizens or voters. Each voter will spend his/her/its day eating muddle soup and complaining about their mold infections. The last FORTRESS KING will determine how many rooms get to stay, and which ones get flooded. You can vote on this, but voting does nothing … everyone knows this. And you’ll live in this overcrowded room, and most of your roommates will wipe their butts with their dirty laundry … because there ain’t no toilet paper.

Not giving up …

Truth is:

I yelled, I screamed, I sought help. I sat on that sidewalk, frozen, freezing, with my droopy broken arm, considering letting the shock set in and the hypothermia kill me … probably 15 minutes at that temperature.

But I didn’t give up – not a huge victory, but mine.

Liberty …

“If liberty is victorious, we all win.” – Dr. Freckles

Last Night …

I made monkey-sperm pizza last night. I was hanging with SLANT-FACE Jonesy down by the old abandoned shoe factory. We were drinking slizzle-hooch that my girl Shandy made in her underwear drawer. Our lives are LIGHT-MADE black sky trauma, and our drug is cat-glass, sold by Jorg.

I wanted to find her royal jelly and she made minced meat curry from the dead rhino at the dump. Animals have been dying at the zoo, and they just dump the bodies out there, and you pick the zoo animal that you want to eat. Carla showed up and did coke, her boyfriend was Juddy.

Ken doll types paraded down the boulevard, and we all ended up at BIG NED’S near the river. We drank Colt-45 and other swill down by the pier, and the river boats creep’d by in the night, as our boisterous ways bled white on their poetry. My girl got wet and wanted some action.

“When’s it coming”, she whispered. A train whistle in the distance as the rabble fanned out to find some place dry to sleep. She grabbed my man hammer, and I drove a hard bargain. We made a pile of clothes by the dumpster, and pulled out some cardboard for a bed and went at it.

After our tussle near the dog pound, we got up to see of FLIB’S was still open. FLIB’S was an all night, all day, club. This time of night, they usually had some choir boy type from the community college spinning trance music and hustling sandwich-grease from the stripper-whores.

At FLIB’S, the wafer artists were handing out sunshine blotter, and my heart-slave grabbed a handful and chomped it down. My girl had the twitches, she need s’klink, the new street drug. Like KROKODIL, it had EDGE and blooded rhoid energy. Her twitches would turn to sores soon.

I’d cave in the side of some dude’s head just get my woman the medicine she needs, I’d take bodies to the landfill and let the steel giants chew them up and spit them onto the latent park. New sprouts and carrot pus were sold there, where the birds stop singing and the trees die.

Last night I walked deep into DINGUS TOWN, where dog soldiers guard the harlot realm. I couldn’t stop the white gas and the green light. I couldn’t bring hope to the sandpiper women and those old drunk fishermen who told stories of tuna and whale. In this place we were the ending … what was the beginning?

A kindred self wanders, and seeks to find gentle hands to hold, and a tough heart to embrace. We’re nugget princes and fishwife queens when the sun is out, and we’re chased by every badge when the sun goes down. Our ilk lives off the fever and gumptous those weirdos make and sell.

My tunnel mites were hurting bad and my woman’s fever was turning on me. She’d picked up a rock and it looked like she wanted to bash my face in … “when’s it coming”. I couldn’t tell her, all the s’klink was off the streets because the Mormons were at a convention near Vernal.

When the time came I’d leave her like the rest: some place soft in this landscape of jagged wrecks and abandoned buildings. I’d fashion a grave marker from the fire-wax in the sewer and I’d sing songs of NO GREATER LOVE so that all the street lords would hear. She is remembered.

War

“Humans invented murder, Lucifer invented WAR.” – Dr. Freckles

Wait … what?

that cereal is for children you hate

you eat grits?

that’s a nice jar of something

you fry eggs?

did your mom sit down on a dirty toilet seat?

is that how you were conceived?

Is that your girlfriend …

the one that calls you on the other phone?

are you going to apologize to that old lady?

your car?

she went to the fancy place, don’t feed that

no, you don’t have to comment on her hair

that’s your kid’s ADHD meds?

yeah – definitely eat that before tonight

monkey pebbles?

yeah – just squeeze into that

you gonna wear that?

stop picking your butt, you’re in a meeting

you should clean up the blood before your wife gets home – nobody likes a dead hooker

he said the vacuum cleaner reminded him of you

you got a vacuum cleaner

no, he’s not at the gym

why are you doing that?

stop touching your boovula

can I say fuck off

you make cricket bacon?

you think someone loves you?

what’s that on your boob?

you post memes?

you don’t drink coffee?

I could learn to touch

you watch that show?

your butt makes your butt look big

Someone doesn’t know what cob-juice is ….

I’m going to the grocery store to cash my welfare check

you do healthy things on your day off?

you put more sugar on that?

no … you will never have drinks with Elon Musk on Mars …

he will kill you

that’s not for breakfast

look for some gauze

lance that

burn that

drain that

I thought the pimple stuff was just for kids

I’m sorry about your face

who wears lip gloss to bed?

that’s not a mole

yeah, it’s not too early to start drinking

that’s not vegan, get real … you bought it at 7/11

you have a Peloton?

people just don’t want to take the risk, but it could pay off big time

this will shake up the world of #bitcoin / #btc / #blockchain

some people will make millions

you hear voices?

you said you’d quit smoking

you get consumed by void?

you have coffee?

that’s not what you do with that

that’s the date rape dude

no Dear, it’s not your dog that makes you look fat

he sniffs underwear

how long have you been on the pill?

are you on the pill?

that’s herpes

you use that to cover up the smell?

you shave?

If the aliens are coming, they’re coming for your butt holes.

you ate all of that?

you’re getting drunk alone?

you worry about drag queen?

what are you eating today?

your chickens?

that’s not tight

what do you feed a milf?

milf feed?

Cougar?

tired?

those drugs are for your kids

where does she work out?

your wife works out?

that’s not keto

she’s gone, and she’s never coming back

your battery is dead

that egg looks weird

that’s going to hurt bad

you trek across ridges?

resistance training?

that’s bran dumb shit

you’re angry?

your mom gave you that?

that’s your girlfriend?

you shave there?

that’s not right

do you cut yourself there sometimes?

you watch TV?

you live in the desert like a poor?

it’s not the shirt that makes you look fat

cheese on that?

that cobra will bite you one day

you are a forest monkey?

don’t touch that

you should mill your own beef

I think your cat is lost

that’s your toilet?

that doesn’t smell good

you go to church late?

you won’t get there in time

(is it over?)

(it is over)

(is it OVER?)

(IT IS OVER)