What was the worst thing that happened on your trip?
What was the best thing that happened on your trip?
Tell us about the food in rural France? Compare this to food available in the urban areas? (think about what I’ve said: where the FEMA camps are)
Did you see any signs of social deterioration?
Did you avoid no-go zones?
Would you recommend France to other people?
Why didn’t you buy Dan a case of French wine?
Anything else of interest, and the upcoming prophecy series using Maranatha (Bultema) as a guide …
Mike’s Notes:
Traveling: Air travel and the fraud of “customs” – appears to be a make-work program that’s run by computers. None of the documents we were told to travel with were asked for, except our passports. We were not even questioned about the purpose of our visit aside from tourism.
As far as trains? – took the RER to Paris from Charles De Gaulle. First train we got on broke before it even left the station. The train ride was depressing. Paris suburbs are a mess.
Food: The food was amazing from the first bite in Paris and got markedly better the further we traveled away from major cities.
€12 platter of local food(see photo)
Wine. No sulfates/sulfides = no headache
Beer. Tasty and not quite as alcoholic as American craft beer
Village food is unreal. No meal for two over $40 including drinks and dessert.
The mysterious skin issues I’ve been dealing with since 2006 disappeared by day two.
My sense of smell took a 20X by day two
Lost 8 pounds and I ate like a fatso….
People: Outside of cities – relatively high trust society. Keys left in parked cars. Super polite way of dealing with one another. An emphasis on some formality. No expectation of friendship just because you met someone.
Driving: ZERO left lane camping on any freeway except where there was congestion.
At least they’re honest…. Lol
Many French I spoke with had a realistic view of the government. In sum “they” will do what they want and don’t care about the people. Encountered only 2 certified assholes during the entire two weeks
Housing: Outside of the cities, housing is cheap. I saw nice 2-4 bedroom houses on a bit of property for anywhere from €90,000 to €200,000. Very affordable.
The thing about military psychological warfare, it’s about capture – capturing the minds of men and women.
If you wore the coffee filter? – you were captured.
If you listened to Ian Miles Wrong or Andy Ngo Clue and the race war fear? – you were captured.
If you think ANY of the Trump-Biden trauma drama is real? – you have been captured.
If you look at the Ukraine conflict from a superficial angle? – you have been captured.
Jenghiz-TORR
He ruled realm-44-ZED, not far from the old border with Mexico. He kept cage-rats and elephant-bats and monkeys from the swamps of Utah. His women revered HIM and his life tube, they mungulated-their boovluzz while inguzzlating their thrinktus hole. They would be in heat for weeks while awaiting his albino sauce.
“Is the time right?”, Ned, the LAND-SURFER, asked Jenghiz.
“The time?”, Jenghiz looked up towards are dark sky of rage, and fire, and smoke, and pain.
He knew the time of TORBULIS was upon his peoples …
He knew the GORGAN-KING was organizing hooker princes and stripper queens. His mind was filled with ants, and his heart was broken by too many loves lost. The KING would form up his junket-army, arming his gangs with bats and chain … yearning for fringo-dust.
“THE TIME HAS COME!”, Jenghiz howled …
“We need to dust off our bats and chain, we need to fill our pillow cases with rocks and revenge. All french bulldogs need to be harvested to grease our tanks, all the res dogs need to prepare as hell hounds and war dogs … We cannot stop the coming of ROOG, but we can pull together the shallow corn and hurdle-beasts, and make a stew of readiness.”
And Jenghiz finished his speech …
And the people mumbled and groaned, but preparations for war were made.
It was the time of ROOG, the time of the harbingers and nerf-herders and the old style herpes soup …
And the sun went down on these lands …
And the coyotes counted their blessings.
Empires …
“Empires, at the end, implode or explode.” – Dr. Freckles
I think the US empire will implode, assuming the WW3 gambit does not work.
Life …
“Situational stupidity: that’s another name for life.” – Dr. Freckles
Solomon …
“Wisdom vs money … or gold. You can always buy as much wisdom as you want, and you’ll want more hookers.” – Dr. Freckles
Today … in nuke war …
If the Ukraine isn’t just another coordinated PSYOP snuff flick, then what happens next is critical.
– Russia does nothing, consolidates control in the breakaway regions of Ukraine, and waits for a call from Germany in November
– Russia picks a proportional target … what would that be? An LNG ship?
– Russia figures out that “not playing” or “playing by the rules” are no longer options with an insane, and possibly evil, opponent … and that means strategic and selected nuke strikes on key C2 and C3 targets, including a blanketing EMP attack to keep a lid on the pot … they don’t invade, it’s not RED DAWN. They wait to negotiate with whomever crawls out of their bunker first.
Of course, NATO could come to its senses and turn this off … but not likely.
Escalation at this point is also telegraphing your punches … and Russia has very little incentive to do a piece wise incremental movement to nuke war.
Both Russia and China would be best served to jump to the first strike, pick good targets, immobilize target nations with EMP.
Yes – there are dead man switches …
(but Biden … and then you drop the mic)
Also, conveniently …
This “Ukraine War” kept a lid on most Arctic Circle research since February …
And, randomly, this methane blowout in the Baltic is eerily similar to coastal and estuarial methane hydrate blowouts predicted by the Clathrate Gun. (and none of this is related to driving SUVs or eating meat)
We will see …
TPTB have been conducting high level military psychological warfare since early 2020 … LIES at this scale do not tend to hide “nice things”.
(not likely they’re preparing a surprise party)
Here are some upcoming events that could halt WW3.
– Zelensky government collapses, new government makes peace with Russia
– NATO fractures
– China normalizes relations with Taiwan (not likely)
I think, assuming this war is real and Putin is a rational independent agent:
Putin’s next move is to consolidate gains and do nothing. The pipeline can be fixed. I think he believes the Zelensky government will be in trouble, and he’s right.
The Zelensky government falls, a more moderate non-aligned replacement takes over, and a peace is made with Russia.
NATO could try to keep the war going at that point, but not without risking a war that has both Russia and the Ukraine fighting NATO satanists.
Zelensky is in trouble. He either uses some Epstein style “get out of jail free card” and gets resettled in Miami or Israel …
Or, Ukrainians kill Zelensky …
He could make peace with Putin, but the CIA would kill him before that.
If …
“If you’re an anarchist, practice it in your daily life.” – Dr. Freckles
Good times … Bad times …
“There are good times and bad times in all times.” – Dr. Freckles
Son of Bill
I was thinking about my writing. It’s not super well edited or proof read. And if I asked Boomer, the dog, his opinion? – he’d say it’s “ruff”.
But then he’d say … “I’m Son of Bill”
“You gonna tell me to kill Bill?”
“Nah … I want you to sell diet pills – but it’s really poorly cooked meth …”
“Okay … that’s not killing people …”
“Well … the pills will shut down their kidneys in about 4 days … not quality pills … I’m Son of Bill. …”
“So I will be killing people …”
“Yeah … it’s ruff …”
“Ruff life …”
“Ruff”
Black Markets
“If the black markets are big, the tyranny is big.” – Dr. Freckles
Communists …
“A communist is an anarchist pending a LOT of DISAPPOINTMENT!” – Dr. Freckles
Canal Foam
A listener asked me, “what’s canal foam?”
What’s in it?
condoms and tampons … all can be reused and sold.
Dringus and trig
mucous
blood and viscera
rotten food
dead animals
agricultural runoff
chunks of dead bodies
Coblin-Folk are hiding in their dens, sharpening sticks and dreaming of the blood harvest. The Strog-Witch is making talismans, and placing these on each fault line … to bring forth the END.
Knowing you will die …
Makes life more interesting …
pick last words (mine will be related to some treasure map)
nothing can silence, no fear, no prison, no cop
if you’re a Christian? – you have spiritual faith and strength that adds even more power
You may or may not have noticed this, but the military psychological warfare, since 2020, has been both extreme and controlled. Almost as if they could turn it on or off, geographically or in terms of time.
A PSYOP is often a lie intended to cover up or deceive some opponent about real intentions or events ongoing. PSYOPs can use real events as pivot points or even engines of fear, but the purpose is usually shared.
What have been the main messages of these PSYOPs since 2020:
Mostly don’t travel, don’t talk to people, you can’t trust anyone, but you can trust the government.
These managed events obscure some deeper truth, and that is what I ponder, late at night, when I am unable to sleep.
COVID MONKEY HERPES: LOW
RACE WAR: LOW
GENDER SEX WAR: MEDIUM
UKRAINE AND PUTIN BAD: HOT
COIN SHORTAGE: COLD
TOILET PAPER SHORTAGE: COLD
BORDER CRISIS: MEDIUM
BIDEN TRUMP TRAUMA DRAMA: MEDIUM
ECONOMIC COLLAPSE: HOT
FOOD SHORTAGES: MEDIUM
INFLATION: HOT
*** Ukraine PSYOP might be turned down to LOW soon … give it another week.
He rose up when the new wind blew, a cat hustler from Tempe, raised by cave-minstrels and carny folk and old whiskey preachers …
The NEW WIND BLEW when Putin and Biden and Zelensky and Xi and the old black hangmen held a meeting at Mt. Anger. They said “we can’t have this joy and love, we can’t have a God above, so let’s set fire to the garden …” Of course, we were kicked out of the garden a long time ago.
Dingus hounds wail and howl. The River of Jergins flowed backwards, and the canal foam harvesters scooped up their green glowing booty and made their way to Popeye’s for the new NEW crispy chicken sandwich. “I see your fire lust”, mumbled Q’orgon, to each passerby. He sat outside the Popeye’s, begging for sclingus flesh and harlot wine.
They flipped the switch, and the foul stench spread. Dead hawk kings rose up in the EAST. Old style MINERVA released 8 fetid waves of despair and bleakness. The CARGO CULT KINGS moved to Antarctica, and the rest of those bat-children loaded onto submarines, on their way to STAGING ZONE ALPHA.
Q’orgon found himself abandoned in the dusty nowhere land.
Q’orgon sought out wood chips and broken glass and diesel fuel and metal shavings and broken glass, he mashed this all into a dust. He took an old rusty tire iron and gouged out a space in his chest, and he packed that wound with the musty things he’d been collecting for the feast.
The NEW WIND stopped blowing, the plants started dying. The cragen-whores erected wooden statues of french bulldogs in honor of BAAL.
The land became barren, the women became sultry. The men ran about in codpieces made of deer hide. And Q’orgon was there …
Q’orgon befriended DOC JOOG, the last surgeon. JOOG went to the dump and junkyard and found bits of metal and rubber and radioactive waste. He fashioned fists of glowing titanium, and feet made of iron and cobalt and cesium … he glowed red with fury and he carried a sword made of gold and steel, and his women rubbed blimey oils on their jugs.
And with this, he replaced all of himself. Made himself over for the wasteland. Q’orgon was reborn, a barbarian king, an apocalyptic porn star, the stallion of the dead lands …
“DOC JOOG”, Q’orgon asked, “CAN I HAVE ONE OTHER THING?”
Q’orgon asked for a hydraulic system supported 14 inch titanium cock … flashing lights and smoke effects. It could project fire balls and please 38 women at the same time …
A power tool for women to ungudjoolate themselves against as they rub their various scribly regions ….
A member that would make him king of the DEAD LANDS …
In a nuke war, women wear almost nothing, they cover themselves in muskrat juice, they’re hot and crazy and very loose
In a nuke war, Lee Marvin will roam the countryside, driving his Army jeep, looking for something to love … he’ll find a mutant sheep, he’ll settle down and marry, they will have a nuke-baby … they’ll name it Harry.
Wookies come down from the Crazy Mountains, they find Montana wine and ravage the busty maidens …. they wield swords of fire … their eyes glow brightly … the cockroach-stew, is meant for me and you … in a nuke war
People will eat chimpanzee burgers
You can live in an orbital facility, making zero G love to Scarlett Johannson
You can get on board a starship headed for Martian colonies having sideways sex with Mrs Troobis … and she gives you an A.
In a nuke war … You will want to have condiments … Mustard, hot sauce, Sriracha … You will need the condiments because you will eat two things: – canal foam – human trog meat
In a nuke war, all the races will be melted into one.
You will smoke anti-radiation cigarettes, as your 3D printer cranks out tiny 0.5 kiloton nukes … you will have your own shoulder fired launcher … you will take out your ex wife first.
All of this happens in a nuke war …
Social Contract
“The perfect social contract is NO social contract.” – Dr. Freckles
Don’t give up …
“If you’re not dead, you have another chance to fail!” – Dr. Freckles
9/24 …
According to the Simpsons, Homer predicted SOMETHING BIG on 9/24/2022 … best minds believe this refers to the BIG FOOT ONSLAUGHT or WOOKIE WAVE …
The Big Foot people are sick of our shit. They stand 15 feet tall and weigh 600 pounds and can rip your arms off and beat you to death with them. They are tired of our crap and our race wars and gender wars and deconstructive liberal ass-hattery.
They seek our flesh, to ungudgulate themselves and to excite their female’s boovula. They will use our munctis-grease for festivals of promiscuity and fertility so that more wookie people can rule the post nuclear war wastelands.
The Antichrist …
He will be young – and a HE. Probably his early 30’s when the tribulation or end times begin.
He will be successful, brilliant.
He will be attractive, charismatic.
He will be so irresistible that people won’t understand why some reject him, and many will.
He will come with MAGICAL SOLUTIONS to dire circumstances like: famine, disease, disasters known and unknown.
He will begin as a peace maker, bringing the powers of the world under his sway.
He will end as a war maker, seeking the destruction of all mankind.
Those Christians left in the world, after the arrival of the anti-Christ, will be tested – many will fail.
Humans who do not believe in Jesus and His Resurrection, will still have a chance during the end times to turn to God. The window will exist, because the Ecclesiastical life of humans will be so hard, dangerous, miserable and filled with tests of faith.
Meals …
“Every meal I prepare has an ICD-10 diagnosis code associated with it.” – Dr. Freckles
Pain …
You will wander the gusto fields, looking for angel wax. Your dog will hunt the eagle-ferret, your hooker wife will make the stew … and there will be pain … and you’ll feel it … deep inside.
You will seek out the crystal of ORBIS-THROG, making love to the 7 witches, climbing Mt. Dinctus and hanging brains with the YOGI di RAMA … and YES there will be pain … and your body will become smelly, rancid, yellow, and filled with swamp gas.
Yeah … there’s pain.
You will wander down to the wharf and meet Captain Nemo at a gay bar … the bar will be the blue oyster, the Captain will be playing grab ass with a twink … he looks at you, with his bloodshot eyes, and cum covering his greasy hands and you wonder … if you fell in love with him, would there be pain …. ANS: YES FUCKER … it’s like Disney Land, and filled with gombo-creeps and pedos … THERE WILL BE PAIN.
You were space-cracker 99, you rode the star-lines with Peter Weller. Your cyber-cat said “don’t trust him”, your stripper-maid said “give me his sminctus”. Time was frozen, and your last wife, or your first wife, stole the golden-hoe candles and now you’re drifting towards that black hole where Matthew McConaughey and Nicholas Cage baked fraggle-cookies and designed robot-Kevin Bacon … and there will be pain … and there’s no stopping it.
Amazon … you have excess warehouse space in SPAIN.
This excess warehouse space will be used for splunker-harvests. Old scrag folk will be picked up on Tuesday from the old folks home … and then taken to the rendering yard where the dingus-hounds bark at them and usher them into the chipper. Blake Screeg, the UURT-KING, fed those droppings to long dead snail-wolves and those weird fresh street gangs that carry glocks and fire them sideways OG. And yes – there is pain.
YOU …
In your ignorance …
Will master the cards and the broads and sing the songs of cocaine and strippers …
AND YEAH …
THERE WILL BE PAIN!
To be happy …
“Not needing a lot to be happy is a super power.” – Dr. Freckles
Anarchist Rommel …
“Gustavus Adolphus and Cromwell were very close to becoming Anarchist-Rommel.” – Dr. Freckles
Here’s where MAD (mutual assured destruction) breaks down:
– if our government has been unable to maintain our nuclear deterrence
– if China, Russia, or both know that our nuclear deterrence is significantly weaker than we claim, and overall personnel readiness may be worse
– if China, Russia, or both suspect that they are no longer dealing with a rational opponent
then
It is in their best interest to launch a preemptive first strike, targeting command and control and communications and decapitate the US government. They don’t invade, they allow the new US government to sue for peace.
So, if you think the UKRAINE situation is real? – then you have to accept the possibility that this isn’t TALIBAN or AL QAEDA or desperately poor people in places no one cares about … This is Russia, China, or both … and maybe India … good luck … especially if our deterrence isn’t as advertised.
Find the most brain damaged alcoholic out there, the craziest, the one with the most holes in the frontal lobe?
That’s Biden …
When Herman Kahn was working out the calculus of nuclear strategy, he did not envision a USA that:
– had a mentally deficient and deranged president
– a questionable deterrent
The strong dollar …
“Don’t mistake a strong fiat currency for anything other than a turd covered in powdered sugar.” – Dr. Freckles
The spectrum of politics …
Commie: womb thinking
People, in between, negotiating how many beatings they want
Anarchist: adult thinking
Happiness …
“Your desire to be happy conspires against you.” – Dr. Freckles
How to talk about Christ …
“Jesus didn’t go around, knocking on doors, threatening people or scaring them … except when it came to money changers in the temple.” – Dr. Freckles
5th American Hooker Republic …
Articles of Confederation / Declaration of Independence
U.S. Constitution (1787 to 1861)
Confederacy (1861 to 1865)
U.S. Constitution (1865 to WHEN?)
What is coming?
More power outages, brownouts, surges. Each day the USA is feeling more like a second or third world country.
It might seem crazy what I am 'bout to say
Sunshine, she's here, you can take a break
I'm a hot air balloon that could go to space
With the air, like I don't care, baby by the way
Huh (Because I'm happy)
Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof
(Because I'm happy)
Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth
(Because I'm happy)
Clap along if you know what happiness is to you
(Because I'm happy)
Clap along if you feel like that's what you wanna do
Here come bad news talking this and that (Yeah)
Well give me all you got, don't hold back (Yeah)
Well I should probably warn you I'll be just fine (Yeah)
No offense to you don't waste your time
Here's why
Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof
(Because I'm happy)
Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth
(Because I'm happy)
Clap along if you know what happiness is to you
(Because I'm happy)
Clap along if you feel like that's what you wanna do
Uh, bring me down
Can't nothing, bring me down
My level's too high to bring me down
Can't nothing, bring me down, I said
Bring me down, can't nothing
Bring me down
My level's too high to bring me down
Can't nothing, bring me down, I said
Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof
(Because I'm happy)
Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth
(Because I'm happy)
Clap along if you know what happiness is to you
(Because I'm happy)
Clap along if you feel like that's what you wanna do
Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof
(Because I'm happy)
Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth
(Because I'm happy)
Clap along if you know what happiness is to you
(Because I'm happy)
Clap along if you feel like that's what you wanna do
Uh, bring me down (Happy, happy, happy, happy)
Can't nothing (Happy, happy, happy, happy)
Bring me down, my level's too high
To bring me down (Happy, happy, happy, happy)
Can't nothing (Happy, happy, happy, happy)
Bring me down, I said
Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof
(Because I'm happy)
Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth
(Because I'm happy)
Clap along if you know what happiness is to you (ayy, ayy, ayy)
(Because I'm happy)
Clap along if you feel like that's what you wanna do
Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof
(Because I'm happy)
Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth
(Because I'm happy)
Clap along if you know what happiness is to you (hey)
(Because I'm happy)
Clap along if you feel like that's what you wanna do
[Verse 1]
I'm not gonna ask you to listen to me
I'm not trying to tell you now who you should be
I'm just delirious from losing my sleep
And in all of those hours that I lay awake
Staring at something that gets in the way
I see a reason for all our mistakes
And how everything changed
[Pre-Chorus]
We all got used to the hit and run
Never wanna face the damage we've done
You can bury all your bones
But they're gonna follow you home
[Chorus]
So if you're gonna open your mouth, say something beautiful
What you put out will always come back to you
Every word counts, so say something beautiful
If you're gonna open your doors, be open to anyone
What's it all for if you can't love everyone?
Mean every word and say something beautiful
Say something beautiful
[Verse 2]
Everyone everywhere wants to be first
Just 'cause we scream doesn't mean we'll be heard
We'd all play our part, we're so unrehearsed
Will anything change?
[Pre-Chorus]
We all got used to the hit and run
Never wanna face the damage we've done
You can bury all your bones
But they're gonna follow you home
[Chorus]
So if you're gonna open your mouth, say something beautiful
What you put out will always come back to you
Every word counts, so say something beautiful
If you're gonna open your doors, be open to anyone
What's it all for if you can't love everyone?
Mean every word and say something beautiful
Say something beautiful
[Bridge]
Oh whoa
Say something beautiful
Oh whoa
Say something beautiful
Oh whoa
Say something beautiful
Oh whoa
[Pre-Chorus]
We all got used to the hit and run
Never wanna face the damage we've done
You can bury all your bones
But they're gonna follow you home
[Chorus]
So if you're gonna open your mouth, say something beautiful
What you put out will always come back to you
Every word counts, so say something beautiful
If you're gonna open your doors, be open to anyone
What's it all for if you can't love everyone?
Mean every word and say something beautiful
Say something beautiful
If you're gonna open your mouth, say something beautiful
(Oh whoa)
What you put out will always come back to you
(Say something beautiful)
Every word counts, so say something beautiful
(Oh whoa)
Say something beautiful
Do what you gotta do – Bon Jovi (2020) [JUST IN TIME for the PANDEMIC]
Tonight, they're shutting down the borders
And they boarded up the schools
Small towns are rolling up their sidewalks
One last paycheck coming through
I know you're feeling kind of nervous
We're all a little bit confused
Nothing's the same, this ain't a game
We gotta make it through
As we wave outside the window
Older loved ones stay inside
Moms and babies blowing kisses
May be saving someone's life
They had to cancel graduation
It ain't fair to Skype the prom
Our kids sit home in isolation
TV news is always on
When you can't do what you do
You do what you can
This ain't my prayer, it's just a thought
I'm wanting to send
'Round here we bend but don't break
Down here, we all understand
When you can't do what you do
You do what you can
The chicken farm from Arkansas
Bought workers PPE
Not before 500 more
Had succumbed to this disease
Honest men and honest women
Working for an honest wage
I got a hundred point one fever
And we still got bills to pay
When you can't do what you do
You do what you can
This ain't my prayer, it's just a thought
I'm wanting to send
'Round here we bend but don't break
Down here, we all understand
When you can't do what you do
You do what you can
They built a hospital on East Meadow
In Central Park last night
Doctors, nurses, truckers
Grocery store clerks manning the front lines
I saw a Red Cross on the Hudson
They turned off the Broadway lights
Another ambulance screams by
There by the grace of God go I
Although I'll keep my social distance
What this world needs is a hug
Until we find the vaccination
There's no substitute for love
So love yourself and love your family
Love your neighbor and your friend
Ain't it time we loved the stranger
They're just a friend you ain't met yet
When you can't do what you do
You do what you can
This ain't my prayer, it's just a thought
I'm wanting to send
'Round here we bend but don't break
Down here, we all understand
When you can't do what you do
You do what you can
When you can't do what you do
You do what you can
RAD ENGINEERING work? – yes, but I’m kind of severely depressed right now and in general when I’m this depressed I’m not super productive on technical projects. It’s transitory, it’s getting better, but I think it will be another week or two before I get back to normal.
Podcast? – still thinking about changing up the format, but I’ve been thinking about that since last year …
I believe we are in what I called THE GREAT DISCONTINUITY … sadly, it’s just the beginning part … our government is doing everything it can to keep “sad old terrible things” alive … and this is slowing down the process … and making it more painful. The main “sad old thing” is the debt based economy, and they won’t, they can’t, give that up, giving that up means $USD is dead. But brothers and sisters, no matter how “strong” the dollar is vis-a-vis other shitty currencies right now, the $USD is doomed (and I think it’s WAY SOONER and WAY MORE NON LINEAR than you can imagine, and they might trigger WW3 to stop it).
The GREAT DISCONTINUITY is about movement to a new equilibrium … and this can be KRAZY AS F.
One definition for a system being in “equilibrium” is the following: observable metrics that define the system are nearly 100% predictable or deterministic.
One definition of disequilibrium is the inverse of the above: in the disequilibrium state, metrics that define the system are nearly impossible to predict – you might predict trends, short term, but you are still faced with longer term unpredictable states.
This is a sliding scale, and it is about predictability.
And most systems, being guided in part by the laws of thermodynamics, have a “strange attractor” or likely ground state equilibrium – but even this is dependent upon time scale. For example: many who research the Earth’s climate would argue that “warmer” is closer to the normative equilibrium for Earth than “cooler” – or, “hot house Earth” is where Earth should be spending (and has spent) most of its history. You can research this yourself. However, the Earth is still here, and history is generative. If we started going through never ending super cycles of “cooling” and ended up at “snowball earth” for a few billion years? – then models change. This is the super-cycle of punctuated equilibrium, followed by periods of equilibrium, and so on.
Nukes … and other fun stuff …
I get into discussions with people, often, regarding this issue of “nuclear power”, and people (especially republicans and libertarians) will pretend that since a private contractor is doing the work, it’s like the free market, and ERGO we don’t have to worry. But that’s not true, in fact it’s more likely that the additional regulatory complexity only makes things worse.
This isn’t just about nuclear power – this involves the entire US federal government and ESPECIALLY the national security state and its core institutions (CIA, FBI, NSA, DHS).
You can ONLY manage risk via oversight, but secret or top secret or Q-clearance projects are restricted and so you are stuck with “trust us, we’re from the government, we mean you no harm …”.
U.S. government currently interferes with almost every aspect of our lives, from economics, to healthcare, to the dissemination of information and, frankly, in how other nations see us and respond to us (and our aggression).
Governments don’t know how to be transparent, is a key point here … even without secrecy acts, bureaucracies always protect themselves first. So, it’s pretty much impossible for government to not keep secrets … you can at least not have laws against discovering them.
DE-CRIMINALIZE GOVERNMENT OVERSIGHT
DE-CRIMINALIZE KNOWING THE TRUTH
Thought experiment: F117 and poisoned burn pit employees
“Transparency is key to managing risk.” – Dr. Freckles
Thought experiment: you live next to a bomb, the bomb could go off and kill you and your family. Technocracy says: you don’t have a right to know how to defuse the bomb.
right-to-repair
open source
implies: right to know (doesn’t mean the other guy won’t keep secrets, but you DO have a right to uncover them)
GOVERNMENT
“Government is an amplifier for shitheads.” – Dr. Freckles
(FEAR + IMAGINATION)^2 – WISDOM = GOVERNMENT
“Just because ‘smart people’ are working on something does not mean it works.” – Dr. Freckles
Brutality …
“Brutality can make the truth seem a lie.” – Dr. Freckles
Educate, don’t intimidate …
“It’s possible that the ONLY WAY to educate, is to remove the intimidate.” – Dr. Freckles
I don’t really want to talk about this too much. Information is out that there were some power outages – big whoop, it’s war. But, if this is a real war and not some fake PSYOP style WAG THE DOG war? – then Putin may be preparing a massive counter attack using a cauldron strategy. This could be a significant strategic defeat for Kiev.
Cauldron tactics and deep battle
Exchanging space for time and resources: this is the way you fight on the Steppes.
Russians have a smaller military force than the Ukies, so it is better for them to give up territory and strike at the Ukraine forces when the time/space permits.
If it weren’t faith, it would be emptiness …
I was watching this documentary about the FLDS, and the discussion of the “celestial kingdom” and losing it … and wondered if I were stronger when I was simply an existentialist-atheist, escaping all the nonsense traps.
Don’t …
“Don’t look too closely, your life will slip away.” – Dr. Freckles
Seattle police are searching for a man who reportedly cornered a woman on an elevator in May and began punching and kicking her in the head in a brutal caught-on-video attack.
The assault happened just before 10 p.m. on May 30 when an unidentified man followed a woman into the lobby of an apartment building in the city's Central District and jumped inside an elevator with her, Seattle police said.
Police released video on Wednesday that shows the victim approaching the lobby elevator with what appears to be a take-out bag. The lobby door closes behind her as enters the elevator.
The suspect can then be seen pulling violently on the closed lobby door, which appears locked. He eventually rips the door open and charges into the elevator just as the door begins to slide closed.
The video shows the suspect attack the woman, punching her in the head until she falls to the ground. He is then seen kneeing her in the head and kicking her while continuing to pummel her with his fists.
After the assault, the man walks out of the elevator and leaves the building. The victim can be seen rising to her feet in the elevator.
The woman sustained significant injuries in the assault, including broken bones in her face and a concussion, police said.
Investigators described the suspect as a White male between 5-feet, 6-inches and 5-feet, 10-inches tall, with a short light-colored buzz cut. He appears to walk with a hunched posture.
Authorities asked anyone with information about the incident to call the Seattle Police Department’s violent crimes tip line at (206) 233-5000.
Strangle the flesh helmet, leaving darling rabbit hawks stalking their neighbors steer. Coyote freemen, emboldened by free cocaine and meth and hookers, storm the ramparts of S’Compton, not far from the Grinken River, where they dumped those bodies last year …
Abandon the flesh whores and the menu-harlots and the hipster scavengers seeking after fried arugula in the middle of this dark night. Let them feed upon garlic skewers and monkey turd sandwiches …
Load up your rocket ships with necessary STEM escorts, covered in gumpton-grease and living near the edge of uranium love magic. Rooster-elves, driving those controls, exit orbit and lead the STAR FORCE to Jupiter, where the love-dungeons are … abandon this cursed space.
Abandon the wriggly-kings, who spent their days making love to two-time Asian style waffle house workers …
Abandon the SCUMPTOUS and the RIMULACK LORDS and the gay-rod princes of Nashville. Let Kentucky style whiskey prawns go unsold, as coochie-squirts spread and the crabs become tangy …
Abandon the tiny ghosts that live below … they live there and plan there and are building a new world in the basement.
Abandon the ALIENS and the SKINWALKERS and the demons of Griegous-Kiln. Abandon the feminist monkey hordes and the scrag queens and the fishwives of old style clam chowder.
He woke, jaded, from a night of cocaine, meth and hookers. He sauntered over to the balcony, drinking warm champagne, and imagining his own failure as a tapestry of used condoms and wet towels littering the floor …
“I HAVE LIVED …”
(and he goes over the edge, and he doesn’t look back)
“Please cherish and love each other, because it could be changed in a split second.” – A threat, from a grieving parent …
Complexity engines and government …
“Government is a complexity engine.” – Dr. Freckles
Another thing a lot of voters don’t get:
You don’t solve complexity, by adding complexity … and government? – it only knows how to generate complexity.
For a complexity engine? – there are never enough resources, land, people, water, anything … eventually you run out … not because the resources are gone, but because you wanted to vote.
If there are issues in the environment? – the best and ONLY solution is liberty … less government … more free enterprise.
The “Green New Deal” – a giant complexity bomb … the net effect will be more damage than simply burning the fossil fuels, as is … without making any panels or windmills …
BTW: almost all are Keynesians now … especially the voters and the pensioners …
They believe “growth” is somehow a useful measure … so they love printed money. Weapons or Windmills, both parties, all parties, are Keynseians.
No amount of explaining, or information, will help them understand that the “drought” isn’t the story … the real story is their safety net is about to evaporate, pretty much all at once.
(and the government won’t warn you)
Bargaining and negotiating with reality (see: salt water crocodile)
“Be on the lookout for ‘mass bargaining’ … it is an indication of panic.” – Dr. Freckles
And you support the Ukraine …
Gunken-tribes and dilly-boys, busy selling human organs in Kiev, polish Zelensky’s nob and he does his meth and cocaine and animal tranquilizers …
General ZODOK moves 5 divisions near Moscow, Putin launches the SUPER MISSILE at Toledo, and all Red Sock fans fall into the pit …
Why would you support the Ukraine?
COL YULIO moves his Ukrainian Butthole forces near the front line … his troops cover themselves in snail oil and failure, as Russian helicopters tear them a new one …
Ukrainian tanks explode, because the dumb UKIES fill them with nitro glycerin and donkey poop …
And you support the UKRAINE?
Ukrainian officers, buggering starry eyed princes looking for KROKODIL, running from Russian shock troops, running from one Zelensky child rape dungeon to another …
Zelensky, busy reaming a dog, drinks his hooch and wanders the narrow mind space of low IQ sadness …
(and you support the Ukraine)
Ukrainian monkey children trade genital crabs, as they repair aircraft for the Ghost of Kiev. The jingus whores, busy being ravaged by drunk CIA scuttle-thieves, lay their waste – spreading monkey herpes to those spooks.
And you support the Ukraine?
Witch clan hussies are moving EAST – taking their passports to MOSCOW for the MULE SHOW. Yinker, the storyteller, sets fire to all the orphanages in Kiev, leaving the burning to signal new wave style KOREAN pop stars – as the CIA sells children to Xi.
And you support the Ukraine?
(really)
Globalism …
“Want to understand globalism? – visit a landfill.” – Dr. Freckles
Something my friend said …
I have a friend who has said that he believes the geoengineering aircraft are remotely piloted and nearly fully automated. No passengers, just control equipment and the geoengineering sprayer systems and materials …
And at first, I wasn’t sure …
But the more I think about it …
If one of these drones or remotely piloted planes crashes? – the only “casualties” are the humans who happen upon the wreckage … they get whacked …
“… a FEDEX transport plane crashed today, but just 3 people died …”
(yep)
And as I’ve said: if the US Govt. came out and admitted they were doing this? – I think many if not most Americans would say “right … okay” … they might want more oversight for “health risks” … but that’s it.
Maybe the “heat wave” was them turning down the “air conditioning”, just to get people ready to say YES … yes … keep dropping poison from the skies.
Take a stand …
“Stand up or shoot up.” – Dr. Freckles
I don’t believe any of the pandemic was real, and I don’t believe it was all one big fiasco style misunderstanding. It was, and still is, military psychological warfare.
I don’t really believe all the vaccine injury stories – but I do believe the fear and anger and confusion they generate serves the purpose of the psyop.
The core message of all these psyops: stay at home, do nothing, just stay immobile and angry and confused and afraid. But mostly stay at home, and don’t travel.
I said this 2 years ago, and I stick to it: the “vaccine” is either poison or placebo, but also NOT NECESSARY for make believe pandemics.
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
“Fugue state” equals high-functioning sociopath. Our society seems to produce an intentionally high percentage of borderline sociopaths and narcissists on one end and a large percentage of helpless people on the other.
Hospital painting of a man rowing out to a ship while his family is on shore waving goodbye. An analogy for terminal illness ( but also emotional distance)
There’s a theme of “owning” others through manipulation, emotional control, judgmental behavior. The judgement Skylar gets for smoking while pregnant is the other side of the coin to the veggie bacon she makes her family eat…. Wanting to own someone and taking steps of control is a form of theft.
Hank is a house of cards. Has an anxiety attack in elevator. He’s a symbol of the weakness of the state
Reputation — “Street Cred” and markets/branding
The cops lie. The state is a narcissistic parent running a lopsided triangulation scam on us.
Jimmy “in and out” … “He likes it better inside, the outside world has not been too kind to him …”
Jimmy “in-and-out” is a scapegoat. There’s been a lot of that throughout human history, mostly in cities. Our society creates a lot of them through arbitrary rules. (Muh democracy)
Walt cooks meth, Ted Beneke cooks the books. What’s the difference?
Walt’s cooking empire is really “born” on the same day as his daughter.
The ethics of Jane’s death: what are our obligations in that situation? It’s clearly a shitty move, but not illegal. What’s the difference? Which matters more? Which should?
I saw some wild dogs in a small group wandering the neighborhood, hungry and crestfallen … drunk with animalistic rage and self loathing … the dogs were looking for a horgon-feast, and some old people to take out behind … in the alley. It’s 7/11 day, and the dogs are getting anxious …
Grunglin folk, fleeced by financiers and tech-gurus, are hitting the nightclubs. Getting MIND WHACKED on S’klink and grizzle … eating out cosmic holes and vibrating their chingus. Weird oils leak from the walls, and tin star BATS curry favor, but are denied a meeting with HOOBERMAN the WHALER … because it’s 7/11 day … and apples are on sale.
Haglamite WITCH TRIBES focus on the lost cats, and dogs left to wander Scroton Land. Jingus-spleege leaks into the main water supply and the families of Scompton get sick, and go mad with brain herpes. Gangs of shirtless men chase women down the street, covered in greases …
I went to see the doc for my physical. He looked at my charts and my dials and the gauges and he picked up a vial of acid and threw it at my face!
“WHAT THE HELL DAN … your systems are askew and filled with parasites and broken glass … you have all the cancers … every kind … you’re autoimmune is at war with your stomach worms ….”
The doc then punched me in the stomach, and bashed my head with a skull he had on his desk …
It’s gonna be great. Happy 7/11 …
“Stay-gis?”
“Yes Lord Vrool …”
“Is that the sound of the Kuntic-Gangs?”
“Yes, they oil themselves in the sacred lesbian pools, preparing themselves for the feast.”
Lord Vrool stood there, looking into the burnt out city. He had the men, but was he ready to violate Empress Listra’s sacred oil pact? … or would it be the mud pit for all?
Great … 7/11.
We need to start stockpiling oil for the Slebic-Wars. The East Side Hoolies are moving westward toward Scompton. They are packing .357’s and glocks and lighter fluid and bike chain. Their officers wear a titanium codpiece and their left hands are armed with a mini-chainsaw gauntlet. Their opponents are skewered and barbecued and sold as street tacos to Italians on Wallstreet …
… but it’s 7/11 FUCKER …
Version 1 ROBOTS are serving protein slurry at the cafe off of Blimpton. Young harlots, rowdy and mad with jimble-floosh, masquerade about in their mini skirts … handing out free samples … The robots will wash all the crevices, and we’ll be clean and ready …
The labor market is cooling, the robots are getting angry.
Happy 11th of JULY DAY ASS BIRD … FUCK …
Maverick …
The movie review of a random anonymous listener:
You saw Star Wars in 1977? Yes. Ok. Exact SAME plot. USA has to blow up an underground nuclear weapons facility of an “un-named” foreign power. They have to fly technically inferior F-18’s at very low altitude through a canyon maze and then deliver two missile strikes into this small “air vent” to blow up the facility. So, the majority of the scenes with the aircraft are basically the same bullshit as from the Star Wars when they are flying inferior aircraft beneath the superior weapons defenses of the Death Star. Tacked onto that main plot is the typical leftist diversity propaganda; Tom Cruise AKA, Pete Mitchell is brough out of retirement to teach the new class of America’s best fighter pilots the lost art of aerial dog fighting. Pete, despite his lengthy 40 year career in the Navy has only achieved the rank of Captain due to his “Maverick” ways, but he remains the only pilot with any dog fighting skills. So, the Commander of the Pacific Fleet, Rear Admiral Tom “Iceman” Kazansky (Ted Kazynski), who has been keeping Pete from being kicked out of the Navy all these years, summons Pete via a series of text messages to return and teach the youngsters at the Top Gun School. A brief encounter with Iceman, is like Luke Skywalker with Yoda. As you know in real life, cancer has turned the 80’s heartthrob, Iceman, into a troll like creature who has to talk only by closing a hole in his throat. He sounds like Yoda and has to keep sentences very short, so he is reduced to saying things like “you must not think, you must only do.” Iceman dies shortly after overriding all the other Navy commanders who want Pete booted. The current Top Gun commander is Vice Admiral Beau “Cyclone” Simpson, also known as Homer Simpson, played by legendary ad man, Jon Hamm.
Pete proceeds to school and embarrass all the young hot shot aviators, which in 2022 are now hispanic and Chinese females, black men and one white guy we all love to hate the “perfect jock” guy plus one lovable white guy who is a boob and goes by the simple call sign of “Bob”. oh, forgot, Goose’s son, Rooster, is now a Top Gun aviator as well, and Pete has stood in his way for years trying to prevent him from becoming a pilot. Rooster looks like Goose, wears the same dumb Hawaiin shirts, plays the piano and sings Great Balls of Fire for the entire bar.
Simpson hates Pete and mid-way through the movie boots Pete out of the Navy demanding his discharge, but Pete manages to steal an F-18 and runs the gauntlet course which is shown in the Top Gun classroom on a live feed and Homer relents and makes Pete the Team leader of the mission.
Pete eventually is forced to choose the six people who will go on the mission. Have to make sure to get at least one female and one black guy as well as Rooster, who starts out hating Pete, but grows to love him like a father.
After successfully bombing the site, Pete gets shot down and ejects over enemy territory. Rooster, despite being ordered to return to the carrier, turns around and shoots down an enemy attack helicopter just before it shoots a running on the ground Pete. Rooster then gets shot down and fortunately ejects and parachutes within 100 yards of Pete. Pete and Rooster then run to a nearby enemy air base and steal an old F-14 that just happens to be fueled and ready to fly. While flying back to the carrier, they are forced into a dog fight with two enemy 5th generation fighters, but Pete Skywalker summons the force of Iceman and Goose Gossage and shoots down both. But Pete’s plane is now out of ammo.
Now it’s smooth sailing back to the carrier. Wrong. Another enemy fighter shows up and Pete begins to fly straight up into the atmosphere towards Heaven with Rooster in the back seat, just as the enemy plane gets missile lock, BOOM, he gets shot out of the sky by the pilot we all hated, the young jock, who defied orders and launched his plane from the carrier to save them.
They all return to the Carrier. Pete does a crash landing into the net and everyone gets a trophy and dances around on the deck cheering.
Also, there is no re-kindling of the romance with Kelli McGillis as she is now too fat and ugly. So the in-between Romance filler is now with Jennifer Connelly. Pete fucks Jennifer in her house and gets caught by Jennifer’s teen-age daughter, who convinces Pete to also fuck her.
Jennifer …
new Iceman Jock
Hispanic Diversity Pilot
Goofy White Bob
Rear Admiral Iceman Yoda
Pete “Maverick Skywalker” Mitchell
Hot Kelli
Not hot Kelli
Pete Mitchell on the Deck of the carrier USS We are the World, after saving the world
– have water purification and LEARN HOW to purify water
(assuming you are an optimist)
If you are an optimist …
learn to raise pig and chicken on those “dark ugly acts” you might have to commit in the depths of this coming eternal night …
hold counsel with the rat and cockroach, make allies with the crow and the monkey …
Hook yourself out … become a gigolo … make up fliers, for the old person’s home, and sell your body to dying old men and women … if you are optimistic about things …
Stockpile SPAM and TURKEY SPAM … make sure you have PROTEIN …
Rumpulate your inner drelg-skoob, and rub your splinctus with rosy read harlot sauce … that’s if you have a real positive fucking attitude …
Set fire to your home, your car, your land … boil the cactus and drink muskrat tea … kill time by the whiskey dreams sea … and hunt old whale-goat near Scompton … if you think things are FINE …
Jorg-slig, of sector-55, is selling snake-piss-wine and old curdled cat milk … his eyes are burning with the fury and the hunger and his lips are covered in herpetic sores … if you are an optimist …
A space ship named love is parked at NASA, the captain is Lord Yurgen of the last NAZI cadre, the co-pilot is XINDER, first order demon … the DEVIL is the commodore, the Commodores are entertaining … on the LIDO DECK … if you have that “hope and change” Obama-Shlama talked about … happy …
1002 separate nugget kings, ruling various lands between here and GRINKEN TOWN, they carry swords made of anger and ice, they snort the coke and run the hooker armies of the east … if you are an optimist …
The truly evil state of affairs, the darkest point, is when a government FORCES its people to commit evil … it starts out with patriotic intention, and ends up mandating pedophilia and the sharing of children with strangers, adults.
It starts out with mandating everyone wear coffee filters, perhaps more than one … forcing their children to be poisoned with who knows what … you don’t know, neither do I.
But in the end, it is the STATE demanding you rape your own children to prove you are “inclusive” …
(we’re almost there – let’s hope the state collapses soon)
Relationships and Deception – are there noble lies? lies designed to protect those we love?
Cancer: wounded lives and relationships
Conflict Resolution in the black market
Excellence: is it enough? Does it matter WHAT you are excellent at?
Skylar: “Where did that come from … and why was it so good?”, Walter: “Because it’s illegal …”, Hank: “Sometimes forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest …”
Altruism vs. self-interest: It’s a very statist perspective to claim altruistic motives for doing what’s really in your own selfish interest. Walt manipulates others for his own ego and personal gain, often at their expense too. Rush song “Anthem” comes to mind as the ideal where acting out of self-interest benefits everyone: Well, I know they’ve always told you Selfishness was wrong Yet it was for me, not you I came to write this song
When Krazy-8 escapes Jesse’s house and Walt finds him walking down the street he was definitely portrayed as a zombie. Zombies / NPCs / mimetic behavior
Humans are a mixed bag. The capacity for good and evil are always present. Sort of a positive and negative stored energy present at all times in everyone. Ex. Hank pledging to take care of Walt’s family but meanwhile is an insufferable douche
Family dynamics. Jesse’s brother scoffs at the idea that he’s the favorite son because his parents are always focused on Jesse. This also dovetails with the human focus on negative outliers.
Theft… lots of themes around this: Broken Windows economics and all of the interests impacted by ongoing drug trade, and why even law enforcement doesn’t want it to end … LE, CIA, FBI, cartels, street criminals – all conspire to keep it going.
Pride… Walt won’t accept help from his former business partner
