“Not every catastrophe is the end of the world.” – Dr. Freckles
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"GRAVY FOR YOUR BRAIN!" – Conspiracy Theory (1997)
“Not every catastrophe is the end of the world.” – Dr. Freckles
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It’s funny, maybe not so funny … If you wanted to prepare the human race for the arrival of the Anti-Christ? – the last few years are about perfect, everything since 2001 … but definitely everything since 2020 …
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“Little House on the Prairie”, Season 7, Episode 21 …
Charles is leading a family through the wilderness, but he makes a pact with a crossroads demon so that he can play the fiddle better … yeah.
So the demon wants Charles to kill the country family, Alvin, his wife, couple kids … And so it simply made sense to start with Ma and Pa …
“It’s alright, bring her down …” – is what Charles chanted, every night after, with a smile …
Bad brake, eh ALVIN?
Tough breaks, for someone in the wilderness … yeah.
OH NO … your hobo repair did not hold …
OH NO … your wife was too scared to jump …
Oh now, our children will be orphans and live like summer freaks feeding the whims of eastern salesman …
“MA, PA, OMG, NO!”
Ma, Pa, oh my God, what happened?
Ma, Pa, is your life in jeopardy?
BECAUSE YOU TRUSTED CHARLES INGALLS …
CUZ YOU TRUSTED CHARLES INGALLS … [choir, 5 times]
Down, down ya go … yer meeting St. Peter …
Your MA and PA are DEAD … welcome to the FRONTIER …
Don’t trust Charles Ingalls …
Charles inspects his handiwork, now the demon whispers “kill the kids …”
THIS IS LITTLE HOUSE ON THE PRAIRIE … (4 or 5 times fucker)
THE END
… maybe, now for the kids?
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“If you’re gonna be wrong, at least be funny.” – Dr. Freckles
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MP3: https://planetarystatusreport.com/mp3/20230408_Anxious_Pondering.mp3
Donate: https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/doctorfreckles
I have no real notes for this one, mostly a random rant …
“Firefly is a better Little House on the Prairie.” – Dr. Freckles
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Dearest Laura,
I want to …. uh …
Dearest Laura, I need you, you are my ginger-ho.
Dearest Laura, we can strive to be the rulers of the wasteland, our children will live feral lives our mongrel dogs will eat old-English flesh. I will resume my studies, looking into the funeral plan and you can become that HOT TEACHER, filling the spank bank, every boy to a man. And we shall RISE UP like the phoenix after the fire shower and those wolf-rebels will bow to US and be our glower …
I remember you LAURA, when you were young and nice and mild. I remember you when your life was that of a child, and we would fish for big cats and you would mock my pole, and we would laugh for hours, along the meadow creek. I remember that time the whore doctor aborted that kid and we needed to bury little Sam, because no one wanted him, not even his mum. We were free back then, our hearts so light. I remember you that way Laura, a fighter.
It’s like marriage is a dopey thing and if we get tied, our hearts by a string, the minister makes promises with gliding self, and there is no meter by which the organ makes sense. It’s a being stuck with somebody but it’s not a normal trap, it’s the snare of ages – the ancient curse. You are bent and broken by this lost banshee, and yet you call her your wife?
We will have babes, there names will be foretold. Our children will control the Mexican, and the railroad dingo will offer the throne. Beyond our years, as the grey turns to dust and the mind becomes rust, our lives will be rich, you’ll be my BITCH … and I love you …
… dearest Laura …
I need to tell you something, it’s about farmer Jack.
A few years back, after the great storm took out the Haglamite Klan, and the witch-maidens of quadrant-34 relented before the shirtless battle monks of Houston …
A while back when the last king bowed down and the throne was burned and the human spurned …
There was this farmer guy, Jack, and he owed me $50 for a bet we made. Don’t worry about the bet … maybe it was related to your blind sister’s first kid and how long the child would live. Needless to say, JACK lost the bet and owes me $50 … and I’m none to happy about it. So I go by his place with my new colt .45 pistol, and I demand he pay me … but he wouldn’t.
So I killed him and dumped his body out in the woods for the coyotes.
Oh … yeah … dearest Laura …
I have four rape babies … I used to drink … I’m sober now … but yeah: rape babies.
Yours,
ALMANZO : BIG BLONDE SHIT HEAD
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“Perfect is dangerous.” – Dr. Freckles
*** computational hybridization vs genetic engineering
“Beyond all the tradition and fanfare bullshit, the military has been a magnet for lost boys, and some lost girls, throughout history.” – Dr. Freckles
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“We don’t have to blow up the WORLD to understand it.” – Dr. Freckles
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“Perhaps melodrama is the ultimate form of gaslighting.” – Dr. Freckles
They are really pushing some low-rent fear-monkeys right now … robots and ai … Dylan the freak … Trump arrested …
I think this total operation is nearly played out, ACT 2 is over, and we have a short intermission before ACT 3 …
(and ACT 3 is gonna be a KILLA)
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Like I said – I’ve been watching “Little House …” and I’ve been back on Twitter for a couple months. And there’s this ALMANZO guy and he reminds me of some of the shit heads that end up in my timeline on Twitter …
And this ALMANZO guy?
What a shit head …
He’d be on there too, posting pics of his abs, shredding video from TAHO, and discussing his sobriety …
(and this is why I love spaghetti westerns – not so judgy, no real heroes, just people surviving)
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“If you were an asshole while drinking? – you’re still probably an asshole. If you blame alcohol for YOU BEING a SHIT HEAD? – you are DEFINITELY an asshole.” – Dr. Freckles
MP3: https://planetarystatusreport.com/mp3/20230407_LORB.mp3
Donate: https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/doctorfreckles
Outline:
I lorb YOU! : https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=5216
Cops … : https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=5218
Sober Saints : https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=5212
MOAR DARK PRAIRIE – INJUN MADNESS : https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=5209
Some scarcity … : https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=5234
HEADLINES: ZEROHEDGE.COM
SHORTAGE? : https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=5230
CHARLES INGALLS MUST DIE! : https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=5238
I’m tired of this shit …
Charles butts in on peoples lives, like a 19th Century Captain Kirk, violating the “prime directive” every hour. And sometimes he gets punched … or he accidentally gets shot … or gets shot by bad buys with wonky shotgun rounds … but hey, he’s Charles.
Then there’s this episode where Nels is looking astray … and he wants Charles’ advice. The SAME MOTHER FUCKING CHARLES who can’t pass up any opportunity to denigrate or ridicule his wife, Harriet Oleson. So Nel’s probably thought: “this fucker mocks and disrespects my wife in front of me, why won’t he listen to my woes concerning Molly?”
BUT NO …
CHARLES then switches to JUDGE DREAD mode and says cold and off putting shit …
Fuck you … Nels just wanted to talk … mother fucker.
He goes to the fucking Mine, and kills some Chinese, almost kills himself …
He goes to move nitro glycerin, with Louis Gosset Jr., and he takes credit for beating on a MICK …
He goes to Mankato, to save some random shit head, gets into a fight, and he still lives …
SOME FUCKER NEEDS TO TAKE HIM OUT …
Some kind angel needs to turn him to salt.
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“We don’t have a shortage of resources, but we do have an overabundance of bad ideas.” – Dr. Freckles
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Almost as if they’re preparing us for a shortage.
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