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Why are THEY here?

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SUPER BOWL …

It’s like voting or JRR Tolkien books … I don’t care.

Harry Potter? – don’t care.

Going to the Moon? – how is that movie relevant?

Rule of Law

  1. Covid-19
  2. Nordstream

… and …

You could always include 9/11 and the JFK assassination …

Genius …

“Passion is the fire, genius is the light: that’s why there are more geniuses than we realize, if we can escape this dead, statist, passionless world.” – Dr. Freckles

What if …

“What if Peter The Great were a hobo that thought he was some Russian Tsar? … I’m serious.” – Dr. Freckles

Prophecy …

“Prophecy is a gift, a reification of faith, but it’s NOT a way to make money or predict the next President.” – Dr. Freckles

More of a machine …

This implant in my arm, it’s changing me …

Already the super-tech titanium tendrils from this stuff, in my fucking arm, is giving me the power of TOTAL LOVE SEX ONENESS and ANAL STOVE PIPE.

My hooker lovers are lining up, around the block, to taste my heart-rod and simmer in the juices of my deep caress …

My robot name is KLAMMER …

I have several small, vibrating, rubber covered, pitted cylinders that pop out, when necessary – you know what I mean girls.

I am a robot man now …

(I am ribbed for your pleasure)

Already, the dogs see me different …

The Hungarian Puli eyes me, with his dread side eye and weird noises he makes that sound like an old crack head saying “FUCK YOU” over and over again …

The Shar Pei grinds his teeth, waiting …

The others pretend like everything is “okay” …

My mind is becoming expansive, as the titanium gumptuous fills my soul with garbage and fear-waste. I am yearning for the husky, dusky, jungle loving type grease bats, like in the old days of jungle fever.

I am ready for her sordid kiss, and then I’ll use my freeze ray and take her back to my lair and tie her up in a barber’s chair …

This is the machine talking.

I want to remember the human me, the organic and loving me, but only this wretched titanium now – screaming, yelling, demanding flesh. It denies the carbon unit, and seeks silicon style love making, somewhere in Seoul, Korea. And among the demon priests, my robot grease is prized …

Helmeted grief-herders shower monkey spice on the soft folk of region-KILO. These people just want to eat their frug-stew and drink their brown water and hide from the sky-pythons, that be killing their babies. I was drawn to them, my machine arm pointed their way. I was the glowing fire god to these sand freaks, and my own ivory dream would be their shredder.

“Do you know the price of smuggiz oil?”, the old crone asked me. I slapped her with my robot arm, and told her to leave this place. You see: she was really a 32 year old sleaze-witch seeking after my ivory power grease. I cannot forsake or deny the gentle soothing power of that.

I keep trying to reverse it, fight against it. I can sense my mind being torn by the eternal sea, filling it with the dead things that only Danish people know about. I know that my soul is undergoing defenestration and spirit wanding. I would not scream, except for her name, “M”.

It’s impossible to describe what this titanium is doing to me, really …

It’s as if I am touching my broken YOU mind, and reforming my ME self into derelict protein and tempting the swamp goddess NESTRA so that she might insert the hot rod where it goes …

It is sweet fate.

I would make mountains of molehills, and hope from hookers, and whiskey from dead cats …

I would send valentines to the future, asking for muddle-cream to rub on my biz-trick. I would get nothing from those huftee-boo types, I would simply hide in the shadow gallery alone.

The NEWS …

Bargaining for lesser catastrophe … (updated list)

  1. Monkey-Herpes / Covid
  2. The Vaccine
  3. The George Floyd Race War
  4. JAN 6
  5. Biden is CRAZY …
  6. Hunter Biden is so bad …
  7. Look at all these weirdos – the great TRANS eruption (look for actors)
  8. Ukraine War
  9. CHINESE SPY BALLOON
  10. AI is so scary – the CHATGPT story …
  11. Stagflation
  12. US default (left out the silent part)
  13. They gonna take the guns …
  14. Government says there are ALIENS … omg

(I could keep going)

It’s your fault if you are renting out your brain to:

  1. Chinese Spy Balloon
  2. ChatGPT Skynet
  3. The great TRANS eruption

(and all the rest – so many trauma monkeys now)

Simple fact: if you remove the bullshit from the news at this point, there is no news.

(no news)

NO GNEWS is GOOD GNEWS on the GARY GNU SHOW!

Close Encounters!

“Almost every story of alien abduction sounds like a really bad one night stand.” – Dr. Freckles

“… pulled off to the side of the road. I was alone, and feeling dirty … the alien reptile thingy shoved this … I dunno … into my butthole.”

“… they told me they had a plan to destroy Baltimore. That all they needed were 5 CHEVY trucks, 20 drunk rednecks, and 5000 pounds of fertilizer. It was crazy … the ginger girlfriend said it had something to do with ZOG … what’s that?”

“… they had a workbench and some cheap ass rusted out tools …”

There’s this other story of a woman who was alone, at a bar, on a Saturday night …

It was near closing time, and a strange dude walked in …

He asked the woman if she was alone, and then, according to the abductee, he slipped some kind of potion into her drink and took her back to his spacecraft.

There were other strange men back at the “spaceship”, but she was “groggy and unable to escape their clutches …”

“… they asked me if I wanted a pregnancy test … it was almost morning, and I was still tied to the spaceship’s kitchen table … they took baking powder and diesel fuel and metal shavings and placed these into a milkshake and told me to drink it … and I said …”

Moon and the Super Bowl …

I give the same amount of shits …

On average …

“On average, everybody dies.” – Dr. Freckles

Hoe-flation

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CHINESE SPY BALLOON

MP3: https://planetarystatusreport.com/mp3/20230205_Chinese_Balloon.mp3

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Being Evel … (may have talked about this before, forgive me)

Careers …

This injury has got me thinking about changing careers … to daredevil …

I will jump stuff on some broken ass old motorbike … I will jump and then crash and get my body rekt and have hobo surgery clinics where sweaty old scum bags use modeling knives and fishing line.

Maybe I’ll take a trip down to Tierra del Fuego and become a tavern owner. Nasty and mean spirited fishermen will come in to port and sit at my bar and drink rum and complain about their hooker crabs. We’ll do coke and have panda style sex with the yoobly-girls of Santos.

I could get my pilots license to hustle food and cattle and drugs from one airstrip to the next. I could smuggle orgy greases to the rich folk in NYC, while partaking in gumbly-fuss with old miss sour crotch. I’d live a fast life way up high, my women would be scattered about.

I could become a mountain man and live off the scum-oil of the hills. I could have a cougar wife and live in a cave, I could build traps and toss the corpses in Pain River, near Loradio. I might have to murder a man for stealing my elk kill, but I’d still have to fuck his wife.

I’ve thought about cooking the blue meth, like Walter White. I could get myself a Winnebago and outfit the damn thing for a p2p style cook. I’d steal the methylamine from the asian dudes living across from the landfill. I could build a castle of beer cans and have scoob sex.

There are hell zones in S. America where a man can earn his way as a mercenary. I would form a gang called the “Hooskals”, and we’ll work out of El Salvador. We’ll take hit jobs and hunt down nuns, and steal money from the orphanages. We’ll guard the coca fields and hooker lands.

I might go to sea once again and eventually become a sea captain. My ship will be called the Storm Bitch and she’ll be painted blue and white and green. We’ll fish for stoog-fins and great white sharks, we’ll eat kelp and vomit up diseased squid after drinking torpedo juice.

There are these freaks in Old London Town that make hats and shirts and underwear for those sexy European style hooker models. If I go there, I’ll have a shoppe called Old Niv’s, and sell panties to women between the ages of 25 and 40. I’ll have cameras and peep holes everywhere.

There’s a farm not far from Grinken Town, a place I can settle down into my own whiskey oblivion and sell cat-scars and dog cake. I would farm phillips-berry and ferment the loin greases of coyotes and deer. After many years, they’d find me dead, with my 6 shooter, and my hooker.

In denser times, we’d cover ourselves in owl musk and hunt the beaver of the great swamp. My girl, Skleela, she’d rub booster-ointment on my body, ingunjoolating herself and reaching peek hooker-slut maximal. We’d have bonfires each night, and chew on drig-sausage and tooster-rat.

After many years hustling wino-sauce down by Hooley’s off of Grympton AVE, I’d work my women, making sure they didn’t hold out or keep that gold to themselves. My pimp kingdom spread throughout the new city, and the city dwellers made way when I came by. My heart would be fickle and broken, and those kylie-style woman type furniture brides would hold court at the nearby hotel … for a career.

My krinkus-bride asked me “how we gonna eat?”, so I’d go down to the LABOR READY hiring shack at 4 AM, and wait for some gig holding a sign that says “SLOW” or “STOP”. And she’d wait for me, rubbing her styg-spot, drinking yag-gin, and squeezing her boobies as she smoked weed.

  1. Doctor Quick Clean – fishing line, modeling knives, blue nitrile gloves, everclear, an impact hammer (rubber coated), dremmel tool with saw blades, barbless hooks …
  2. A Clown Named Switchblade
  3. Bounty hunter in sector 33 ZED, not far from the reeking forbidden zones and hooker republics …
  4. Submarine commander, patrolling the ocean regions not far from S’compton …
  5. Space warrior, wearing a golden electronic codpiece, with laser fingers and razor arms …

Crazy …

“Some of you are just as crazy as me.” – Dr. Freckles

I love life …

“I love life, just not most days.” – Dr. Freckles

COKE: Decline of the Best

“When did America go sideways? – WHEN COCA COLA TOOK OUT THE FUCKING COCAINE!” – Dr. Freckles

Dynamite …

“We used to play with dynamite, what happened?” – Dr. Freckles

Chinese Spy Balloon …

“The problem with shooting down Chinese balloons is 30 minutes later you need to shoot down another one.” – Dr. Freckles

“They buried the Chinese balloon the same way they buried Bin Laden, meditate on this.” – Dr. Freckles

Link: https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2019/aug/02/pentagon-balloons-surveillance-midwest

Link: https://abc7ny.com/chinese-spy-balloon-china-surveillance/12763290/

Fungi in the gut …

Link: https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC5411236/

Wings …

Link: https://www.zerohedge.com/political/woman-charged-stealing-15-million-chicken-wings-chicago-suburb-school-district

Hopi End Times Prophecy …

Link: https://crab.rutgers.edu/users/omaha/NAI/Hopi_Prophecy.htm

Wookie People

The wookie people,

stand in the hills,

sharpening their sticks,

readying their skills.

SNAP, SNAP …

And they come running,

no more funning,

time for the reaping,

no more sleeping …

Except …

The eternal sleep,

having BIGFOOT,

SASQUATCH,

OMA,

YETI,

WOOKIE,

run his knife.

RUN FOR YOUR LIFE …

Because consequence time is here,

and there ain’t no more beer.

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FAITH JOURNEY

MP3: https://planetarystatusreport.com/mp3/20230205_Faith_Journey.mp3

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Struggling with my faith …

Not sure what to say here …

I’ve had a hard time with consistent prayer and meditation …

My Bible study has been crap …

Not sure what to make of this – being here, in Utah, has been mostly a blessing of peace. Sure, there are struggles, but that’s life.

Elon Musk didn’t do shit …

Many of my “followers” can’t see my tweets …

Those I interact with look like fake accounts …

I am still deeply shadow banned on Twitter …

That Sugar Film …

Similar to Super Size Me …

I tend to agree with the editorial direction of the movie.

My friend who went to FRANCE:

The basic truth is PROBABLY this: it takes more resources, more money, to produce a healthy diet for 8 billion people than it does to produce shit food imbued with sugar. A dirty fact that will become more obvious as the corporate food system breaks down under pressure, and the Norman Borlag “revolution” is shown to be a sham.

Nutrients come from the soil – simple truth. High intensity farming strips nutrients from the soil. (why is this complicated or confusing in 2023?)

Humans evolved to get their food, mainly, from foraging and hunting – the paleo diet is a combination of this, and most like a traditional aboriginal diet. Hunting/Gathering …

The new monocultures PUSH OUT traditionally consumed plants, and make access to healthy animal proteins/fats simply more expensive. Which is another way of saying: today’s beef is probably not the healthiest protein … or factory chicken.

Arriving at an intellectual position or paradigm …

  1. Education, self education and institutional
  2. Parents
  3. Being kicked around enough

Most people follow path #2.

Hard to say which path is the best.

A lot of people settle upon the least optimal, but most acceptable, set of beliefs within their community – voting, paying taxes, calling yourself Republican or Democrat.

There is always controlled opposition for the freaks: communism, libertarians, racists …

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When I was a kid …

MP3: https://planetarystatusreport.com/mp3/20230131_When_I_was_a_kid.mp3

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When …

When I was a kid …

We could go to the 7/11 store and buy switchblades … you could even buy the ones where if you pressed a button the knife blade SHOT OUT at your enemies. You could just point the knife at your friend, and the blade would shoot into them. They ended up making those knives illegal, but for a time we were innocent and happy with our knives …

When I was a kid?

We’d spend out summer days hunting apple pigeon near the old orchard, living off of grizzle grease and old dead squirrel. Our parents were getting drunk at the Knotty Pine Tavern, while the kids were making shit-houses by the irrigation ditch and eating scrob.

During those halcyon days of youth? – we sought after firework power and smelly screeg juice. We’d buy worms from Little Mountain Store, and then go down to the pond to catch rainbows. If some kid fell into the pond and drowned? – we felt bad about it, then we played Donkey Kong.

Back in school our teachers used rods and yardsticks and belts and cheese paddles, to teach us a lesson. If we acted up, they tied us to logs and rolled us down the concrete steps in front of the school. We would spend hours in the basement, with the festering rodents and mold.

In high school, the kids mocked me and chased me. I lived in the shadows, even the “Tree People” shunned me. I was an outcast, living off of crack cocaine and pop rocks and Pepsi. I took my orders from an alley cat and carried a lead pipe, and my face was covered in rooster gravy and bear piss.

As kids we raised different kinds of animals and kept them in jars and cages. We’d watch MUTUAL of OMAHA’s WILD KINGDOM, and pretend we could steal the hearts of nature and clamp down on the natural splendor. We’d eat the faerie-grapes and whistle songs of dormant hyenas, cats.

When we were kids, our parents could buy hippo and elephant at the butcher shoppe. We would eat the ripe heart of the world, as we watched the Gong Show and supported our favorite freak. Our songs were the songs of sky rockets and afternoon delights and magic nasty rendezvous.

I can remember old Andy who lived near the abandoned puppy factory. He had a small hovel, covered in moss and dead birds. He’d invite the kids in for “cough syrup and cheese”, and some kids never came back. The parents burnt down old Andy’s home, and dumped his body in the river.

My sister’s would talk about the “black man” that lived in the woods. He was black, and would sneak into the house at night and steal babies. They would spin these yarns of semi-racial bare chested violence, as they imagined their Nubian king taking them away from their Catholic doldrums and forbidden jungle delights. Is that racist? – I don’t know …

In the mornings when we got up, our parents would make us breakfast – we’d have TANG and VELVEETA and re-liquefied parrot stool. My friend Skangus spent his days training mice and drinking KOOLAID. He stayed after school so Father Jim would teach him special lessons. We would find Skangus, trapped in the sacristy at the Church, and he didn’t want to talk about it, and his altar boy uniform was stained with blood.

My dad would take us to SAMBO’S. It wasn’t Sambo’s for that many years, the name changed. It was themed on some little black kid being chased by tigers, and the story line about how his family ate bush meat, and sometimes ate people. Little Sambo would run shirtless through the European settlements, impregnating white girls and stealing big screen TV sets … is that racist? I dunno …

We would play with buckets of gasoline, tossing flames at each other and melting garbage bags. If some kid got burned, we mocked the kid for it … it was there fault, and then needed to pay. We gave the kid raspberries and ripped up his underwear. If he went home crying, we laughed. Maybe that kid didn’t make it, maybe he set himself on fire to prove a point.

We would hunt for the freaks on Little Mountain, firing our BB guns at any the dared cross us … they lived up there in the woods, covering themselves in slug-oil and tooglin-blood. We’d round them up and put them behind a fence. We’d toss old cheese burgers and soup at them, and they would cry out their great pain to a world more interested in Fantasy Island and the Love Boat.

We would go smelt jigging, in La Conner, and take those damn slimy things and use them for crabbing … that sea protein was prized among the JOOBLIN-VOLK and they used the paste to clean their pixie pipe and massage their woman’s boovula and skleeviz. They would win awards, handed out by the old chief, and then take their winnings and play video games. Nobody joked about Asteroids, nobody took fun in Pacman or MS Pacman. It was all about the stinky dead things, and the old people dying of consumption.

We had games you could buy: Captain Kill-doh, The Furious Claw, House Trap, Cat’s Whisper and the Broken Glass Puzzle Fun Box … Kids would eat pieces, small magnets, their insides would get all fucked up. We would dare each other to eat bits of plastic or shove asbestos covered french fries up our noses. We ate raw DDT and lived like monkey fiends and our homes were caves and our time was empty.

But …

We made it out alive. Being kids.

I saw this movie …

Link: https://metro.co.uk/2023/01/30/digital-humans-created-by-ai-could-replace-supermodels-18188963/

ZeroHedge.com Rundown …

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Lived the hard life …

MP3: https://planetarystatusreport.com/mp3/20230130_Lived_the_hard_life.mp3

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Lived …

I ate monkey pasta, and related stories of my conquests. The 8 Sibling armies gathered near my old home, the one where my hooker wife took skleeg-foam and rubbed one out and told my momma that I was dealing again. We slept in grease baskets, near the wharf, and ate chili cheese.

There were kettle corn pros washing themselves in the gutter, they’d been out all night turning tricks and making gravy. Cooley, the chief pimp, made sure their bodies were covered in honey butter and then he gives the speech: “… don’t hold out on me hoes … don’t hide money in your sklizz hole …” His women lived in fear.

A time was spent in the Amazon, learning ancient lessons from the medicine man and the Chief’s daughter Heleeza. We spent so many sweaty days trapped in the GREEN MANSION, looking for our earthy well being and yet … yet … my man pipe got infected by a bug or reptile, and it leaked hleebum-juice all day.

When you travel the swampy way, when you see the cattle-queens moving their homesteads west? – that’s when you GRAB THE GROIN of the mother fuckers, and power up your anti-matter cannon. You can’t trust regular bear anal artists, you have to trust the princess of Delaware.

  1. Drinking with the Screw-zos of New Jersey …
  2. Dining on seagull with my friend Yoog, and his harlot wife …
  3. Married the last banshee wench of Chicago, she curdled my butter and left me wanting more …
  4. Chemical factory near Grinken Town, worked in the bowels, deep in the middle, where they dump stuff …
  5. There was this tulip field I worked at … when I was 11 years old. We picked bulbs in the hot sun, our bosses beat us with reeds … if we didn’t pick our rows fast enough? – we were “taken to the warehouse” where Mr. Hoosgarde would beat us and then lock us in the bulb refrigerator …
  6. I had my kidney removed by organ thieves, left in a bathtub, filled with ice … a note said: call the cops.
  7. Igloo Dirty was my porn star name, when I worked in the Northern Territories of Canada. I had a rough mutton chop exposure and a large rod …
  8. Chemise made of old aluminum cans, her eyes were orange and green and angry …
  9. Kangaroo meat Popsicle when I was a kid, during the great meat-paste crisis of 1978 …
  10. Ate skunk pudding when I was being chased by the East Side Hoolies back in 1996 …

ZeroHedge.com Rundown

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STORM DRAIN NIGHTMARE

MP3: https://planetarystatusreport.com/mp3/20230126_STORM_DRAIN_NIGHTMARE.mp3

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Lost …

25-Jan-2023: https://nypost.com/2023/01/25/florida-woman-lyndsey-kennedy-rescued-from-storm-drain-for-third-time-in-less-than-two-years/

1-Jun-2021: https://lawandcrime.com/high-profile/woman-rescued-from-texas-storm-sewer-months-after-reportedly-being-found-naked-spending-three-weeks-in-florida-storm-sewer/

24-Mar-2021: https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-9399007/Naked-woman-rescued-storm-drain-Florida-identified.html

What will you find in the storm drain?

  1. love
  2. pizza
  3. crazy naked blonde women
  4. alligators
  5. cocaine
  6. affordable rent
  7. Department of Licensing
  8. Eggs
  9. Racism
  10. gold
  11. Pennywise the Clown
  12. Other dimensions
  13. eyeless fish
  14. Iraq’s WMDs
  15. Bitcoin barons
  16. Toilet paper
  17. hookers
  18. AR-15s
  19. CHUD
  20. Batman

MAX IGAN – is history wrong?

ZeroHedge.com RUNDOWN … (not an endorsement, more a resignation)

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BIGFOOT

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Shooting Bigfoot (2013)

Bigfoot …

“The greatest trick Bigfoot ever played was convincing you he didn’t exist.” – Dr. Freckles

Stories of SASQUATCH or the WOOKIE MONSTER or OMA …

I heard once Bigfoot lived in the wind …

He was the FURRY KING, and the woodland creatures followed him into space. He would go around, buying drinks on a Saturday night, grabbing strippers and having hot sex. You’d think he would want to keep a low profile, but nobody believes what they are seeing … not until they give birth to these very hairy little babies.

SCRIPTUS SECT ALPHA

  1. Connection to Ogo Pogo and the Lochness Monster …
  2. Should we kill it, to prove it exists?
  3. Buckskin love affair
  4. The lost cave of Den-Breezus
  5. Chiseled abs …
  6. THE RACE of the WOLVES
  7. WOOKIE ARMY IS COMING …
  8. The 3rd CHUD Rebellion
  9. Storgack folk form hooker style Republic
  10. Robot Pam Grier opens a women’s prison with the Wookies
  11. And then there was MARS …
  12. Dimensional surfer …

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I had a woman …

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I had a woman …

My last woman, Betsy, had hooker crabs and skleeg fever. Her boovula vibrated to the sound of Metallica and gold coins hitting the table top. She’d whisper the world in your ear, and then complain about the mutton soup, and her breath was like a stray dog’s. I couldn’t keep her.

I had this woman, she was mean and never shaved her legs. She pressed skunk grease against her cheeks to make herself look younger, and she begged me for my protein soup so as to enhance her jugs. She worked the street and found great solace in any stranger’s arms. She gave me crabs and herpes and black syphilis, and I had to flee to the eastern provinces to escape her pimp husband. But I loved her.

There was this girl I knew when the summers were long and the winter ran for cover. She wore soft pastel dresses, and waltzed with the green grass, as she ran through the meadow. Her hair was red and her face was freckled, and we spent so many nights chasing time and running from despair. She left me for a jar head named Cliff, and I never knew what happened. But we had that summer, and I’d never forget.

I spent time traveling on rockets, and taking my star ship to the edge of the solar system. I met marauders, armed with laser swords and covered in swamp pain – and then there was HER. She was the queen of the asteroids, she mined and harvested ancient wax and made her living along the Kuiper Belt. Her condo was on Pluto, and she didn’t care that it wasn’t a “planet”, because every man orbited her and her fine booty. We fell in love fast, like a black hole swallowing a rogue comet, and she broke my heart. She kicked me to the curb before the 4th Lort War began, and I was left wanting before the throng.

There was this chick from LA. She was a model and an artist and an actor. Her hair was brown, and her skin ivory white, and when she walked down the street the whole world stood still. She had men all over, but she always made you feel special – and I never feared for the clap or gonorrhea. I broke her heart, living fast, doing crack, selling my bling along the boulevard of starlight. She cried out for me, and my wretched self left her. I did not know she was going to be my wife, and our children would have ruled the wasteland.

While biding time near the old valley, I met a girl named Lola. She carried a sack filled with onions and spoke softly to the chickens. She would spend the spring days wandering the fields, scantily clad, with her female scent wafting about. She was my FOREST LOVER, my sky bride, and we held ancient sexual rituals, in the barn, when the sun went down. She broke my spirit like she was breaking a new horse, and after this was done? – she fell in love with the baker’s wife and fled to Quebec.

After many lovers, I found Rhonda. I was dealing cards in Vegas, at the Royal Palms Hotel. Rhonda was a cigarette girl and a stripper and the holy representative of blind chance. We would drive out into the desert at night and drink vodka and shout at the stars, and many of these nights ended in torrid and fiery love making. She needed “space”, so she fled to New York, and moved in with a street performer named Len. I was alone again, staring at the walls, imagining a kingdom of regret somewhere near Detroit.

I was with this woman from Dallas for a few years … She hunted whale-ape out on the high plains, and never rested. She snorted cocaine and got into bar fights and was never afraid of a Saturday night melee. I got her pregnant, and then she sold our baby to a Mexican drug lord in Juarez. It was a mad sickness that kept me near her, and when the fever broke I was empty, bankrupt, and wandering Phoenix with a loaf of bread under my arm and blood pouring from my anus.

While working as a seaman on the trade routes from India, I met a woman named Prakna. She had jet black hair and olive skin, her bodice was like a fine bottle of wine and I drank of her juices as often as I could. We would wander Calcutta, in search of slow-time concubines, seeking the obliteration of self in the dirty corners of a broken land. She would call me her “tiger master” and I would call her my “monkey queen”. After several months, she drowned in the Ganges and her body was never found … they say she’d been involved in bitcoin.

I knew an escort named Trixie – she worked the high rises on the gold coast in Chicago. I was recovering from splingus surgery, and she watched over me, my sexy angel of mercy. Our first Christmas together, we took a trip to Peru, we bathed in Incan pools and nakedly played.

Patrice was a waitress I met in Florida. Her family owned a gator farm not far from Orlando, and she would spend her weekends there, harvesting gator, in her daisy dukes and torn t-shirt. We would take the air-boat out on the Everglades, and there we would make love in the night, as the cotton-owls screeched and the turtle-cats slept. I woke up one day and she was gone – no note, no nothing … I loved her.

A gal I knew near Memphis took me by surprise, you’d look in her eyes and see a baby born. She was blonde and hot and busty and naughty. She worked as a Kindergarten teacher, but she was all smoke and silk come evening time. We rode Harley’s on the weekend and made love in the train yard after the sun went down. She told me I didn’t care about her cat, and I said “what cat?” – and she slapped me. She left me for a florist.

There were so many flinks and cherries …

So many sop-wives and angel dust Virginias …

I spent my time wandering the lost sectors of YULON, looking for the ultimate WOMAN. A woman of steel and fire and lace, a woman of claws and fury, a woman who can hunt down the wild deer, naked, as her boobs bounce about. I spent time in the jungles of NEPHOR, and found a hidden lake where milk maidens washed their privates and caressed their tits. I sought after that gentle hand that would nag me, incessantly, to take out the garbage. But after crossing 12 seas and 40 rivers I found the GIRL of my DREAMS … Vordica …

Vordica watched over me for what was left of my life …

As I grew older, she ensured that my codpiece and armor were well oiled … as she oiled her boobs.

I would hunt castor apes, and she would make me gunzit-stew. After spending many hours being chased by wopsit-clowns, Vordica would be there, in our bed, ingunjoolating herself, preparing her boovula for my meat rod.

As I grew very old, Vordica would drain my boils and wash my togger-wounds. She would rub in diesel fuel and broken glass and sawdust and metal shavings, and I would shake and shiver in her arms, as the fever took over ….

There were only mold-cats now and other scum-rot from the new biome – and all the old furry creatures were gone, and we wept before a brown and grey world …

…. but …

I had this woman once …

And I was in love.

ZH Rundown

(THE NEWS)

ZEROHEDGE.COM

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Real Chicken

MP3: https://planetarystatusreport.com/mp3/20230121_Real_Chicken.mp3

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

Ash and Trash …

  1. real chicken
  2. autoimmune drugs
  3. fragments of ideas, memory unstable, an incomplete world
  4. it’s not safe
  5. are you drinking monkey juice?
  6. nine racial armies outside of Grinken Town\
  7. about three years into dating, Zach revealed something
  8. Hepatitis ZED
  9. in our home we are always really busy, so we get bags of food delivered
  10. SUVs and action clothing and zombies and vampires: did we see something?
  11. old people online dating “Our Time”
  12. as women, our bodies change as we age
  13. sign of the times: doordash hinctus flesh
  14. I thought credit was sketchy, and didn’t understand it, but then i used CHIME …
  15. auto driving truck
  16. Willow back?
  17. teaching your kids to hate: that new reality show
  18. werewolves – ICD-9
  19. mexican style thai german hawaiian pizza, on sale
  20. stick some copper in your boovula

ZH Rundown

(THE NEWS)

ZEROHEDGE.COM

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EMBRACE your PENIS!

MP3: https://planetarystatusreport.com/mp3/20230120_Embrace_Your_Penis.mp3

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

I was …

I was the Stroglon Lord, seeking styg from the beach whores who sold their iced coffee near the pier. I had the magic dust and rode a bike powered by cocaine and rage, and there was peace.

I was the chief whale herder of sector-99 YANKEE. They gave me a Waffle House and a busty wife and a lifetime supply of ale. I kept watch at night for the boovula banshees and set my traps for those whiskey apes that were watching from the street, and there was stew for all.

I was lost in the jungle of contempt, working long hours on Wall Street, trading oil for gold for slut-grease. They had me live the condo life, in Jersey, and take the train to the city each day. And when I was done all the old style kingpins paid homage, and provided sauce.

I was a champion, battling demons and robots near Grinken Town. I had 7 scurvy brides, all hooked on oxy and vodka and lost in a smelly panties kind of wastrel life. One day Hurgen found me, and tore out my kidney, and cracked my skull to harvest street protein. Living hard.

I was feared, and told tales of the WEST and the crack-head cowboys of Malibu. My home was on the water, and I surfed to the noise of forgetfulness. We would drink old wine and dance near camp fires, and make love like island squirrels. And you dreamed of cream pie weddings.

I was mad, insane, when the castle fell. My queen took her time, and then fled with the knights to the Holiday Inn. She left me beaten and bloody near the old well, the one our child fell into – and little Timmy’s ghost came to haunt me, to steal my heart wax. I did not complain.

I was broken, on the sidewalk, covered in ice and snow. I cried for help, as the drivers passed by, and I was mocked by the pharisees and found wanting before God. My veins were split open, and my blood froze on the street, and the wild dogs of S’compton came by to finish me off.

I was lost in paradise. I lived among the petty travelers, feeding on their putrid dreams, and wicked nightmares. I took my time with the sultry wives of Levittown, and hunted sky hawks with my crossbow. No one looked me in the eyes, no one called my friend. All my poo was gold.

I was a philosopher, a sage. I got paid to bring glad tidings to the town folk. But when my heart turned Cassandra? – they chased me from the valley, stealing my corn, my Wookie lover, my horses and sheep. I ran all night just to fall victim to a rabid cougar, she new how to love.

I lived among the skin walkers. They taught me tricks and spells, and all I had to give them was my soul. They savored my broken self, they suckled upon my lost romance, they took pleasure in my rhapsody of disarray and pain. When I was used up? – they sold me to the Mexicans.

I was chosen to rule the lands west of Grymm. I wore a codpiece made of wrought iron and my fists were glowing diamonds. My people lived in fear of my drunken stance, and my belligerence knew no bounds. We ate meat cakes and sailed to the lost isles of Tred. We loved and laughed.

I was made to eat the dinosaur scat, and to climb the trees like some cheap ass monkey. I didn’t have a coat or shoes, I had bark and a willingness to feed on the river wolves. I was told to set fire to the woods, and that a great wave would cleanse the lands. I did all as told.

I was a crack head and smack freak. I ate roaches with the vets down by the mission. We sang songs of lost nations and cities burned to dust. We traded tales of down range and midgets and the brothels of Pusan. And we laughed at the jaded darkness, because it was our only fire.

I was a curse to the wicked. I spent my nights, covered in dolphin grease, hunting the freaks of West Hollywood. I followed them to the valley, and then up the bygone highways and lost worlds of a dead landscape, and my miracle lover stroked her boovula, as we drove faster.

I was hurt by my fast time lover. She wore a skirt made of turtle skin, and her kiss was like a dagger covered in muskrat blood. She’d tell me “you are my coyote master”, and I’d say “you are my sugar plumb crystal”. And we would dance to the noise of cities on fire, scared fools …

I was a meadow flower, when the mountains wept and the vestal virgins bathed in ancient oils. I watched as the commie-scum of SECTOR-76 fed on babies and rabies and cats made of glycerin. I kept company among the crows, and I too sang of urban glory, as I ordered my latte.

ASH and TRASH

  1. Shingles doesn’t care …
  2. “All cool guns are belt fed.” – Dr. Freckles
  3. “I’m tired of the I QUIT crack stories, I want more stories about going back to it and the success it brought.” – Dr. Freckles
  4. MLK Embrace: https://nypost.com/2023/01/15/woke-mlk-penis-statue-insults-black-community-coretta-scott-king-kin/
  5. SHORTAGES: https://www.thepennyhoarder.com/save-money/supply-chain-shortages/?aff_id=270&aff_sub3=LasVegasReviewJournal_save-money/supply-chain-shortages/&utm_source=reviewjournal.com&utm_medium=Referral
  6. “There is no honor in defending tyranny, there is great shame in allowing liberty to die.” – Dr. Freckles … https://www.zerohedge.com/military/state-military-conscription-around-world
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HOMELESS COOKING

MP3: https://planetarystatusreport.com/mp3/20230114_Homeless_cooking.mp3

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

  1. injury update: me and my robot arm … may have to do more surgery … pack the arm with sawdust and diesel … starting pt, very hard
  2. Being a sovietologist … https://www.zerohedge.com/technology/two-people-might-be-responsible-faa-outage-after-introducing-corrupt-file-system … a) 2019 small nuke announcement, b) 2020 NWS stops web services for weather data … c) july 2014, 2 airline crashes in ukraine and indian ocean … wind farms kill whales … https://www.zerohedge.com/political/wind-farms-eyed-surge-dead-whales-nj-ny-beaches
  3. BIG GUN: https://www.zerohedge.com/military/russia-sends-its-biggest-gun-ukraine
  4. seattle homeless https://www.zerohedge.com/political/seattles-dangerous-homeless-camps-keep-catching-fire
  5. TWD vomited up the final couple seasons … https://ew.com/tv/walking-dead-finale-rick-michonne-ending-explained/
  6. eggs … https://www.in2013dollars.com/Eggs/price-inflation … https://fred.stlouisfed.org/series/APU0000708111 … https://fred.stlouisfed.org/series/CUSR0000SAF112 … https://fred.stlouisfed.org/series/WPU01710703
  7. the censorship and psyops are no longer necessary …

Latest from Dane …

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ART

MP3: https://planetarystatusreport.com/mp3/20230108_ART.mp3

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

Art …

Link: https://comicbook.com/anime/news/anime-ai-art-hayao-miyazaki-studio-ghibli/

Link: https://www.ungeek.ph/2023/01/hayao-miyazaki-strongly-criticizes-ai-art-calls-it-an-insult-to-life-itself/#:~:text=Upon%20seeing%20the%20AI%20work,are%20losing%20faith%20in%20ourselves.%E2%80%9D&text=miyazaki%20of%20studio%20ghibli%2C%20upon,an%20insult%20to%20life%20itself%22.

Link: https://twitter.com/SeanVSOfficial/status/1610698489268256791?s=20&t=wAQaU8NKqgsm1d33Kl5Mbw

What is it?

  1. the expression or application of human creative skill and imagination, typically in a visual form such as painting or sculpture, producing works to be appreciated primarily for their beauty or emotional power.
  2. the various branches of creative activity, such as painting, music, literature, and dance.
  3. human emotion given permanent form
  4. a projection of the unconscious mind
  5. neither digital nor analog, connected and explosive, non-sequential
  6. impacts perception of scale and tempo, changes time
  7. it is fearless and free
  8. proto-language
  9. deception and manipulation

what is AI?

  1. synthetic
  2. monoculture
  3. closed
  4. paranoid
  5. souless
  6. commercial
  7. unborn and dead
  8. beyond honesty
  9. cold
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Space Cadet!

MP3: https://planetarystatusreport.com/mp3/20230107_Space_Cadet.mp3

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

ash/trash:

  1. surgery re-sched, but is now done, recovery
  2. uploading some archive to anchor/spotify, almost done
  3. knowing what it is like to be a woman …
  4. Meghan movie looks like Chucky …
  5. star liner patch

Shit …

“Shit works until it doesn’t.” – Dr. Freckles

Percoset/Oxy: side effects …

  1. judgemental
  2. sleepy
  3. loud
  4. u start ranting
  5. paranoia
  6. YOU WANT MORE!!!
  7. it makes you really dark

If I die …

  1. getting surgery to fix my arm on Friday
  2. I was given options: sawdust, broken glass, metal shavings, and other weird stuff
  3. describe the surgery
  4. THE DANGER
  5. My friends Justin, Mike and A.J. (of FL) will oversee my riches and hidden gold

Dark winter …

Given the amount of geoengineering materials they are dumping right now, you’d have to cancel these flights – unless you want the travelers to end up dead.

Link: https://www.zerohedge.com/markets/full-blown-meltdown-southwest-cancels-nearly-3000-flights-holiday-travel-hits-perfect-storm

On again, off again PSYOP …

Is China open or closed?

Link: https://www.zerohedge.com/markets/futures-oil-rise-china-reopens

Link: https://www.zerohedge.com/geopolitical/putin-ready-negotiate-end-ukraine-war-west-wants-tear-apart-russia

FEMA CAMPS

“The cities are the FEMA camps.” – Dr. Freckles

Link: https://www.zerohedge.com/political/san-francisco-businesses-demand-tax-refund-over-drugs-crime-homelessness-crisis

Your final castle …

“Your mind is your final castle, will you defend it?” – Dr. Freckles

Being a burden …

“I’m not afraid of dying, I’m afraid of being a burden.” – Dr. Freckles

Sorry: evil is TRICKY as FUCK …

“There is no test for evil.” – Dr. Freckles

“There is no test for high functioning sociopaths.” – Dr. Freckles

Some SOVIETOLOGY …

Link: https://www.zerohedge.com/geopolitical/nato-edge-russia-ramps-military-activity-arctic

  • The ARCTIC is fine?
  • Plenty of sea ice?
  • No risk of methane hydrate release?
  • What about that hurricane in the Bering Strait last summer?
  • Snow crabs aren’t doing so great …

What is the state of the ARCTIC?

(and remember, the warming arctic is WHY we are having this cold weather … do you believe that story?)

VIDEOS on SPOTIFY!

I went ahead and tried to publish one of my short videos to Spotify. I was notified that it “worked” – but it didn’t …

I can tell you that almost every venue I go to eventually shuts me down …

Eventually I get cancelled – ghost banning, shadow banning, or outright theft (like Go Daddy).

So much FREEDOMING in America today …

REPO MAN …

  1. When I moved back to Indianapolis in 2014, and got my NEW FANCY JOB at Wolfram and Hart, I bought a BRAND NEW TOYOTA CAMRY …
  2. I bought the new car, because used car prices were so inflated (cash for clunkers) …
  3. I ended up paying back 70% of the loan, and then I met the Goat King and some other folks …
  4. My car was repossessed in early 2018 … almost 5 years ago …
  5. The price was inflated, and frankly Toyota quality has gone down hill …
  6. As with stabbing my cell phone to death a few weeks ago, I was ahead of the curve.

Link: https://www.nbcnews.com/politics/economics/car-repossessions-are-rise-warning-sign-economy-rcna61916

Link: https://www.nxtmine.com/economics/perfect-storm-arrives-massive-wave-of-car-repossessions-and-loan-defaults-to-trigger-auto-market-disaster-cripple-us-economy/

Winter Weather …

Been spraying like fuck, when the sun does come out …

Link: https://youtu.be/E-D4beOvtj4

Falling in love with a monster …

Link: https://weeklyworldnews.com/headlines/183829/in-hollywood-monster-marriage-counseling-is-the-new-trend/

Arkansas …

“Arkansas is the Georgia of Missouri …” – Dr. Freckles

ARK: The great ARK …

AN: Absolute Nutrition (from humans)

SAS: British Special forces for security of the bunkers …

“Monkey Salad” is a code name …

You got to Little Rock and you find yourself immersed in the harlotry. Your dingus friends left you at Old Hector’s Mexican Style Pizza Bar, and so you go to the men’s room to snort some METH and get ready. You know who you need to kill, you know what you need to do.

There are cave complexes where the hookers live, they are bred there …

Like cave fish, the hookers are born blind …

V9004ZJK is your PASS ID …

They will let you into their subterranean Sodom, but you have to have something to sell …

You can find an old hobo off of Grinken AVE, this meat can be used for many things and sold to the bunker people of ARKANSAS …

You can harvest human organs, they’ll take’m …

But don’t come empty handed.

Digital Ephemera …

  1. May I take your car keys.
  2. Can I have your money.
  3. Would it be okay if I fucked your wife?

I want to help …

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A few bucks …

MP3: https://planetarystatusreport.com/mp3/20221219_A_FEW_BUCKS.mp3

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

Some stuff happened today …

I don’t have any real notes for this podcast. I don’t have those notes because this was 100% of me ranting about some banking snafu that held up some small amount of money that I was hoping to get … I think … I think it was just a “snafu” …

But there is a lot of rhetoric about using capital controls at LOW VALUES of capital, to including the coverage of hobos like me. I don’t have much of anything, but at this point in the game, and little meager amount will be gone after, and all the shit that your shit bird countrymen can do to you will be allowed … maybe not for everyone, but for some.

And I’m not special …

And I’m not unique.

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BOND PRODUCTS! (and other financial tools)

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Homeless coin …

FUTURE BONDS …

FUCK YOU BONDS …

SPACE BONDS …

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YULIAN TRIBE WOMEN!

MP3: https://planetarystatusreport.com/mp3/20221217_YULIAN_TRIBE_WOMEN.mp3

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

ASH and TRASH …

  1. using my money at Davis, my money wasn’t good enough
  2. Bluehost is flaking out to the point that I think they may cancel me too … what are the “dangerous” messages: a) COVID is/was a PSYOP, b) the POTUS is the Mayor of WA DC, c) the RESET is bogus, d) if you live in a city, you are already at the FEMA camp
  3. I need 80 billion dollars to raise an ARMY of GORILLAS … not guerrillas … gorillas.
  4. I was reading about how some scientists want to make Pluto a planet again … that’s racist.

CHINA, REOPENING, AGAIN …

Link: https://www.zerohedge.com/markets/global-gas-crunch-set-worsen-china-reopens

NO MO COAL …

“If the government sets aside $50 billion to STOP people from eating bacon, that money would be funneled to cronies, and people would still be eating bacon … probably twice as much bacon.” – Dr. Freckles

Link: https://www.zerohedge.com/energy/biden-wants-8-billion-taxpayer-funds-shut-down-coal-power-south-africa

I can imagine some “Music Man”, going before congress in 2025 …

“Give me 7 trillion dollars, and I’ll finally destroy SASQUATCH!”

(and he’ll get the money)

(and he brings Sasquatch into existence)

“… and finally … when there’s nothing left … you can’t get another loan from the bank or another box of booze … you bust the joint OUT – you light a match.”

– Goodfellas

What people want …

“Knowing what people want is half the work of lying.” – Dr. Freckles

Study says people are crazy …

Link: https://www.zerohedge.com/covid-19/study-claims-unvaccinated-people-more-likely-be-reckless-cause-traffic-accidents

Lords of Boblimptock: Yulian Tribe Women

They stamp out the male vibe with their rag-tag leather bound persistence. Their minds are aware and open to ancient poems written by the skag-horde, and they will only relent when the pools of gobble-oil are warmed up for the ceremonial boobie baths …

Their leader, Testruss, is mean and coy. She’s a blonde bombshell built with triple-D’s and a will to use them …

Testruss has the canned gaze of that farmer guy, whose corn grows sideways and against the wind. She’s never late and always in costume – her high heel ways break the minds of men. She was the last of the ADMIRALS who ruled the near space, battling other vacuum ships and launching her woman-slaves in death rockets.

The YULIAN TRIBE is IN CHARGE of life at 20 miles up. Their craft slink softly through the near vacuum, with ion drives glowing and rail guns humming. They fight for the FRONTIER OF SPACE and will destroy and man-man navy that comes to take them out. Their lesbian bonds are forged in blood and fire, and their clever tactics are always on point.

Each year …

When the grass turns yellow …

When the leaves begin to fall …

The YULIAN HIGH PRIESTESS prepared herself for the MOUNTAIN OF IN-BOOVULATION …

A harness is built in the great woods, and affixed between several large trees …

The high priestess is stripped of all clothes and covered in the ancient greases of GROMULII …

She is tied and strapped into the harness, her legs spread apart …

She prepares herself by writhing and her own womanly juices flow forth …

She is going to make love to the great WOOKIE SPIRIT …

She will be one with the furry demon …

In hopes of a new breed …

Dancing from her fertile valley.

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SKREEB BAR

MP3: https://planetarystatusreport.com/mp3/20221215_SKREEB_BAR.mp3

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

ASH and TRASH

  1. Fusion story is a bad penny.
  2. British special forces in the Ukraine?
  3. Jerome Powell does NOT pivot, yet … (spinning plates)
  4. The snow here in N. Utah … PREDICTION: our first winter-spring period starts in January … and maybe they squeeze out another cool down in March …
  5. Bargaining for lesser catastrophes continues, along with the PSYOPs …
  6. From Dane Wigington: https://youtu.be/FaP5GGRvCaE

SKREEB BAR …

At the Skreeb Bar …

She looks at you …

Her eyes are pale green and wet. She can’t stand it, her boovula exhales hydrogen gas. You knew she was easy, when she showed you her condom wallet – you knew she was greasy, when she bragged on her cuspit ring …

The drink is brown sklib, and the bar tender shakes his head as you gag on his mog juice. Terry, the old janitor, spends his Friday nights drunk on vodka and diet cola, he hits on the prostitutes waiting for their Johns … who are in the john …

Posted above the bar is a list of complaints …

  1. Tingus owes me $5
  2. There are dragon-moths in the womynz bathroom …
  3. Stag flesh is being sold as taco meat, and Ralph started bleeding out his butt pipe.
  4. Someone is dumping bodies behind the stage …
  5. Why does this bar not close?
  6. Hooker sauce is too expensive …
  7. The condom machine has tampons jammed up in it …
  8. The tampon machine is filled with rolling papers …
  9. No one wants sardine salad … nobody.
  10. Taxi drivers won’t pick us up here, not since we ditched them those times.
  11. Someone is adding formaldehyde to the beer …

“Chinese Restaurant Syndrome”

Link: https://www.cbsnews.com/news/no-msg-the-stigma-surrounding-monosodium-glutamate/

FOOD …

Link: https://www.zerohedge.com/personal-finance/more-half-canadians-worried-about-putting-food-table-poll

Wounded on the battlefield …

  1. Autism
  2. Cancer
  3. Alzheimers/Dementia
  4. Gender dysphoria
  5. Race baiting and the RACE WAR

Missing any pain?

Link: https://www.zerohedge.com/political/mothers-slam-american-girl-book-advising-puberty-blockers

Inflation …

“Inflation is only meaningful up and until the point there is NOTHING for you to buy.” – Dr. Freckles

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NATIONAL MONKEY DAY! (Dec 14)

MP3: https://planetarystatusreport.com/mp3/20221214_NATIONAL_MONKEY_DAY.mp3

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

DEC 14

  1. NATIONAL MONKEY DAY
  2. NATIONAL BOUILLABAISSE DAY

… by the year 2034 …

It will be combined as NATIONAL MONKEY BOUILLABAISSE DAY …

  • Add some monkey
  • Cook it in combo grease
  • Add street spices and broken glass and metal shavings
  • Add sweat and blood and urine …
  • Add that can of NALLEY’S TAMALES you’ve been saving …
  • Cook it until it becomes a thick green mass …
  • Eat it somberly, in the sewer caves, alone …

Fake …

*** Amendment to previous quote …

“Faking deaths, and making up fake people, is a growth industry in America.” – Dr. Freckles

Is SBF even a person, or is he the “man with one red shoe”? A “North by Northwest” fake?

Truth and the Black Market …

“Want the truth? – shop at the black market.” – Dr. Freckles

  • space – trips to the Moon or Mars
  • fusion energy or any cheap (better than oil) energy
  • immotality
  • artificial intelligence
  • Antarctica

For the Patriot system to work …

UKRAINE STORY: 50/50 … could be kind of real … unlikely it’s an organic event. If it’s just more “run out the clock” PSYOP nonsense, then nothing outside the scope of the PSYOP will happen, and that means NO nuclear war. However, if we’re at the end game of a campaign to manage a fuzzy event, like the “Methane Bomb”, and the geniuses have decided nuclear winter is all they got? – then who knows … 50/50 … could be “harmless” psyop nonsense, could have a more sinister feature. As a Christian, there’s the possibility that this is “sign of the times” stuff … just don’t know for sure.

Link: https://www.zerohedge.com/geopolitical/us-send-patriot-missile-systems-ukraine-huge-escalation

  1. US Navy Aegis radars
  2. USAF airborne radar and sigint
  3. Ground security forces, most likely US Army Ranger

And even with all the above, this is NOT an agile system … you won’t be moving these batteries around a lot … there’s a reason these systems are deployed FURTHER SOUTH in S. Korea than the primary ADA systems … they are for strategic assets.

So maybe you deploy a battery near Kiev, but when do you give the order to bug out?

(when Russian troops are 100 or 200 miles away)

(and that means right after the counter offensive begins)

What if the “news cycle” is purposely tilted towards these base fear-monkey psyops?

The “Ukraine War” is on hold … because winter geoengineering ops are still working … and people can pretend it’s “all okay”.

Link: https://www.zerohedge.com/geopolitical/kyiv-seizes-assets-russian-orthodox-clerics

Deep Dive

Imagine a world, like ours but different. Imagine there is a person in this world imagining worlds. And this other person’s worlds there are people, imagining worlds …

  1. carrion
  2. shield
  3. Ronald
  4. Texas
  5. Snow storm
  6. Fire maiden
  7. careless
  8. Broken
  9. Next Year
  10. Space
  11. Alien
  12. Harbinger
  13. friend
  14. Tesla
  15. Nuke
  16. Ukraine
  17. Senegal
  18. Iron
  19. Zinc
  20. Lithium
  21. Helium
  22. cattle
  23. germ
  24. cynic
  25. WWW
  26. Musk
  27. steam
  28. gentle
  29. forever
  30. goodbye

Digital Ephemera …