Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Julian Assange and Abe Foxman get Married

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

Well now, I was wondering what I might write about today when I saw this. It’s impossible for me to resist an opportunity like this, so I’m going to go on record and say that Wikileaks is an Israeli scam and Andy Warhol Jr., better known as Julian Assange, is a Rothschild backed, Israeli stooge. Knopf and Canongate are giving Assange 1.5 million dollars to team up with hungry Ghost Writers in the Sky and spin his autobiography, accent on ‘auto’. I had heard that Rupert Murdoch was involved. I realize that since this involves dark places under large rocks, near unregulated, septic systems that... Murdoch has to be connected somehow, still... I don’t actually know that he’s engaged, so I shouldn’t say so. However, as a line in Murdoch’s theme song goes, “the butt bone's connected to the smut bone” so we can’t discount him.

Let me encapsulate the main thrust of the last paragraph, Assange is an Israeli stooge and Wikileaks is an Israeli scam. I hope that does it. I hope I make the list. I don’t know how much time my mother may have left and I do want to make her proud. If I don’t make the list, I’ll be devastated and she’ll be disappointed. I’ve been singled out by members of The Neo-Pharisees for career destruction in various media, as well as being blacked out in the major markets and, I have to admit, that is a sign of disfavor that wears well but, it’s not the big time. The big time is when you are not just ignored but publicly noted as someone to be ignored. It’s a toss up really. Do you settle for nothing as a sign of something or do you throw in ignominy and calumny and take the risk that there might actually be no such thing as bad publicity? It’s a two-edged Ginsu is what it is.

Assange is getting the full boat spread. I’m not likely to get anything like that. He gets the ‘tropo caro treatment’ that includes accusations of testosterone rampaging as a red herring overlay on sexual ambiguity; something I occasionally favor when my kundalini is acting up but which I don’t recommend practicing at home, unless you’re alone and like to dress up... Julian... Julia... costume ball on Corfu... detecting... detecting...  “Rothschilds! Meet the Rothschilds; they’re a plague on human history.” I don’t suppose I have to mention that goes with the tune to The Flintstones. “And over here we have the Silas Marner exhibit which is next to the Jack the Ripper diorama"... moving right along. I don’t know how much truth there is in this; more than Wikileaks or less than Wikileaks? “wiki, wiki bra”

Yes, when you’re Assange you can get the 96% Neo-Pharisee owned media to paint you as a bad guy and turn you into the people’s hero at the same time. This is like being crucified with red gelatin nails on a custom, comfort cross. It’s got an off-Broadway, Jesus Christ superstar kind of a feel good, fun for the whole family thing, especially if this is the kind of family you come from, only it isn’t listed in the theater program; that’s where hungry Ghost Writers in the Sky LTD comes in.

Um, let’s see; Julian Assange is an Israeli stooge. Julian Assange works for Israel. Julian Assange got paid by Israel to not publish cables incriminating Israel in doing what Israel does 24/7. Cue the ADL and... start up the war machine for another crack at the Litani River. As it is, the water coming in from the taps in Tel Aviv, looks like the water that’s going out of the drains through another fixture. One hopes it tastes like that too.

Abe Foxman is a 100% ambulatory, shit golem who looks like Tottie Fields when he’s naked. Someone should unscrew that wooden leg, carefully, and then beat him into shit kibble for the coprophagia crowd that meets at oh... any one of these people’s houses after one of those major openings at MOMA. Well lookee there, David Rockefeller is the big cheese. No visible, that’s not cheese, that’s just more shit kibble, made to look and taste like cheese and old socks, slow cooked on a car radiator, until it’s ready to serve. It goes really well with a chilled Sauterne.

Am I being unnecessarily rude and crude here? I assure you that no Palestinians were harmed during the writing of this essay. There was no animal testing involved either but... there may be once this becomes available to read.

What can you say about a guy like Julian Assange? Well, not the truth of course but you could repeat what you’re being told. I’m sure we’re all walking a little taller and standing up a little straighter now that we’ve got a real, one hundred percent manufactured hero to admire and study. He’s environmentally friendly, since he’s composed of completely recycled materials that you can burn in your Prius, if you run out of gas in the outback and Julian happens to be in the car.

I haven’t seen them yet but I get the feeling there’s a whole crew of ex-Vogue photo people who follow Julian around because of all those artsy, back-lighted, fashion pics that keep showing up in the media. I’m guess they’re dressed in black turtle necks and look like they do air guitar backups on Robert Palmer music videos. I imagine they’re all just one big happy family; the hair people, the FX people, the publicity corps and of course the liaisons and flacks that work the space between Julian and the people who want to touch him. My guess is that like Andy, he just like to watch, or says he just likes to watch like Andy since, I know for a fact that Andy didn’t just watch.

It’s hard to imagine this whole extravaganza hasn’t come to reality TV yet and then I realize, it is reality TV, it’s just pretending to be news but it’s scripted so... oh, I see, the news is scripted too? Okay then, it’s becoming clearer.

Well, it’s good to see that the Anti-Defecation League has got Julian’s back and everyone else has got his front. Chief anti-defecator, Abe Foxman made the point some time ago that anti-defecation was a primary concern of the organization because they would run out of material in no time otherwise. Basically, it’s a plumbing thing, where the material backs up, until the pressure of social need squeezes the toothpaste tube with an invisible hand and provides the world with something to eat, snort, drink or make love to. Don’t worry about whether it’s love or not, attention will do.

I’ m going to ask the reader to join me now in a little creative visualization. It won’t be pleasant. If it is, I’d rather you didn’t come around here anyway. I want you to imagine Abe Foxman naked in an elementary school playground at recess. I want you to imagine it’s a really big elementary school and that Abe is the school principal but that aliens took over his mind and forced him to disrobe at noon near the swing sets. I want you to imagine Julian Assange dressed up in a pink party dress with ribbons in his hair and a big load of Wiki-Leaks in his arms and that he’s standing in front of Abe and trying to hand Abe the Wiki-Leaks papers but Abe has suddenly been overcome by yet more alien intrusion and has begun to masturbate in a wild frenzy and that his eyes are rotating in his head. Children are screaming and covering their eyes.

You can hear police sirens in the distance and there are a number of teachers running into the playground with blankets to cover Abe with but the blankets catch fire when they get close. Abe picks up the pace and goes turbo and then begins to gasp as he gets closer to release. His face turns crimson and his knees begin to buckle. It looks like he’s trying to get closer to Julian so that he can finish on the big stack of Wiki-leaks but... just as you think he’s going to manage it, you can hear his heart explode like a tire blowing out on the freeway and then he falls to the ground and lands on his face with his big ass up in the air.

The sirens are getting louder and then you see two bicycle cops pull in and one of them parks his bike in the crack of Abe’s ass and dismounts. He scans the crowd and says, “Okay, what’s going on here?” Julian replies, “Nothing officer, nothing is ever going on here. It just looks like it is.” The one officer looks at the other officer and then back to Julian and says, “Well, that’s the important thing, isn’t it?” Julian answers, “Yes sir, it is.” Then a man in a trench coat comes into the playground and picks up Julian and takes him through the gate in the chain link fence and tosses him into a white panel van and drives off.

End Transmission.......

Visible and The Critical List: Not Politically Correct by Les Visible and The Critical List♫ Multicultural Cowboys ♫
'Multicultural Cowboys' is track no. 1 of 12 on Visible and The Critical List's 1992 album
'Not Politically Correct'

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Not Politically Correct by Les Visible and The Critical List

I guess I'd better not kid with people about the avatar thing. Why anyone would believe certain things frightens me more than it does them (grin). I guess personal humor isn't as desirable or as convincing an effort at self-deprecation as it used to be, now that the times are cosmic.

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Saturday, December 25, 2010

Metamorphosis from Thanksgiving to Christmas

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

On Christmas Day.

Thank you for liberty as license
in excess to
make us fat and stupid

like turkeys portrayed
as what they are not
but they taste sweet
like the memory of
what we lost

God Bless us for being a nation of assholes
in every country where
they don't celebrate
what we have
lied ourselves into believing
was representative of our gratitude

irony is
the cranberry sauce
and the gravy lines the arteries
of our super highways
in the portable mashed potatoes
of wide load bodies
yearning to be free

where our children are pierced with
navel rings
and tongue studs
the one hidden in decadent folds of flesh
and the other 'in house'
hard body of the moment
hardening Daddy's
fat cock
while mom cruises the aisles of the
open 24 hours Giant supermarket
in a Valium haze


I been searching

I been searching every day"

and generating vipers
like The Bible in hiphop
done by Snoop Dog and
dressed by Diddy
and available in Spanish
and Braille for those who
need to touch what they can't feel and

joined at the hip to
the country we fought to achieve
independence from
who never stopped running the show
and who joins us now
in another nation where
death is the technicolor
dream coat of false idols
pretending to be gods

and we like it better from behind
with a reach around than
we do on our backs and looking
into the face of the rapist
who made sure that the only people
walking on the sea of Galilee are
Palestinians running too fast to sink

Yeah, I got your
gratitude swinging
I got your illuminated text
and the bloated bodies that
Rumi might have mentioned
if he had been Nostradamus instead

or Nosferatu
in the White House where
they don't get mentioned

We hold these truths to be

we hold these dark woods and
serial killer drop zones in the
ice plants along the sides
of California freeways to be

I wish I had a country to love
I wish I hadn't died in the loading zone
I wish I had not
shit in one hand and
wished in the other

I wish

I wish

I wish

we thank you lord for these blessing we
are about to conceive
with no kind of fucking justice
in thrall
to the Homeland in-Security pigs
in the hall.

(there was another Christmas season
lacking Thanksgiving) where my
Mom made me hotdogs
because the chili
the family was having for dinner
on the
night I got back from the hospital
was too spicy for my 12 year old stomach ulcer

that I got because
someone was so angry and cruel
that I
burned my insides out

I lost it-

for awhile before
I even knew it was there

my health
my life
my heart broken inside

I cried

I wept

I died

My father called me a
special privileged character
he whipped me
like a dog

that's what I got for Christmas

that's what I got

that's what I got
for Christmas every day
and he was a soldier for life
in the army that protected
the land of
fat blessings
for which Thanksgiving is the
day before shopping is celebrated
for a Christmas where the point
got forgotten

and succotash
cartoons and life
animated characters poping up out of the sidewalk and one of these days

one of these days

"ba ba bada ba bada 'bing' that's all folks."

cartoon spiral sucked back into the real spiral
"buddha budda budda" said the machinegun scream

"Down on your knees!"

"Good grief, it's Daddy!"

For these gifts we are about to receive
from a god that looks like John Wayne Gacy in a clown suit
on a bed of clouds with handcuffs

Thanksgiving for Christmas
we thank you god for the rain of fire that
we richly deserve
more for the fundies and missionaries than
we do for the porn

What does it take to paint sugar water under the
eyes of starving black children for
photo-ops in a Banana Republic Safari Suit?

the same thing it takes to be in charge of
exploited children
the same kind of photo-op
of men congratulating themselves for
killing half a million people
so that
their buddies in supply and demand can
make enough weapons to defend the bottom line

I am thankful
on Thanksgiving and grateful on Christmas
I am not you
and grief sticken too that
you are a part of me
Here in the hot apple and pumpkin pie wilderness of
the land of the free.

End Transmission.......

Patrick Willis narrates:
Thanksgiving the Day After

Visible sings: God in Country by Les Visible♫ Imaginary Queen ♫
'Imaginary Queen' is track no. 10 of 11 on Visible's 2001 album 'God in Country'
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God in Country by Les Visible

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Wednesday, December 22, 2010

What's any of This got to do with That?

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

Well, maybe it’s time for a general mea culpa of sorts along with various bits of evidence that might help in the general understanding. Some people want to know ‘when things are going to happen’. I suggest you look around and you will see that things are happening. It can take a long time for circumstances and events to trigger the inevitable. Once that happens, you will find things happening a great deal faster than you might like and find yourself wishing you’d done a little more personal work on yourself, when you had the chance.

I mention my invisible friends occasionally and some people take exception to that, without knowing who and what they are. I’ve refrained from getting into specifics because it could very well sound outrageous. I know it is outrageous from my view. Often people think if something isn’t happening to them then it can’t be happening to someone else. I would ask those people to consider how much effort and sacrifice they have put into it. I would like to ask those objecting, to be honest with themselves and ask themselves; what have I done to make contact with higher life forms? I warrant you will have to admit, not much, if anything.

I’m not here to justify myself. Anything I may have accomplished is possible for anyone else who wants to go through the trouble ...and history is littered with the names of those who did. It’s true that the number is quite small in comparison to the general population but the general population spends its time on other things. If any of us can play an instrument- and that includes our own being- and also instruments not generally recognized as even being in existence, it is because we took the time to learn how to do it and went to the right teachers for the training and information.

Some people come here to interact and experience what gets said because, for whatever the reason, they keep coming back. A very few come here to snipe and I would say that the extraordinarily low number of those who want to play the troll should be evidence of something, because I very rarely censor any comments and you have to develop a long track record for me to shut down your personality. I can only think of two people who have accomplished that since I started this and there’s one other who comes and goes, goes nova, goes away and then comes back again at intervals and I always let him back in.

I have intentionally painted myself in a bad light at regular intervals just to keep a fallible human perspective operational. I don’t like doing it. Having to do it should speak to motive. The idea that I should do still more is ludicrous. It is important for those who are repelled by the singular amount of complements that this writer receives to realize it is not the fault of the writer fishing for them. The writer’s character does not need to be reduced to more and more of less and less in order to offset what the readers say. The writer doesn’t prance about and bask in the glow. The writer seldom acknowledges the comments. Eh?

I’ve had to deal with this sort of a thing for a long time and it’s about to get a whole lot worse (grin), if I can say it that way. Destiny is a fact and a feature in all of our lives. Our possibilities are limitless but we don’t take advantage of that very often. So it is, that later in our lives we are hounded by our failures, based on the degree to which we have sold out and compromised ourselves and not lived as we should have. In some cases this means having been an outlaw, when the alternative was to bend over for the bad guys. In some cases, this means living as one ostracized for not having followed the accepted avenues of conformity. In some cases, this means behaving as if one were insane in the eyes of all of those who think themselves sane and who are actually garden variety nutjobs, filled with twitches and ticks; obsessions, compulsions, neurosis and all sorts and varieties of secret activities that shouldn’t require my listing them.

It takes a tremendous amount of force and fearlessness to go against the common grain and live in varying states of pariah status. One has to disappoint friends and family and sometimes walk some long roads without being understood, while incapable of presenting any convincing explanation. If you imagine that tales like these always end in madness; suicide, censure, poverty and whatever negative connotation you can come up with, think again. Anyone who is sincere and perseveres, gains the friendship of angels and all those invisible beings who assist humanity, just as demons work the other side of the court.

Those who can resist the attractions of the underworld, win the favor of the overworld. Those who pass certain tests find that there are results. Sometimes this can continue until late in life, depending on the point the universe wants to make. However, no force on this planet is equal, by any stretch, with the greater will of the cosmos, which is conscious and aware of everything. This is why some of us can act with impunity and not fear any reactions from the lower realms; can in fact say, “Kiss my ass”, with authority.

I could tell you some incredible tales, sometimes I do but mostly I don’t. Anyone who doubts whether I have invisible friends should research what happened with me at that gladiator school, Petersburg Reformatory, under the name Les Crook (ironic name eh?). Besides those who are aware of what happened, I’m sure there are people still around who were there and remember it. You might also research the same name in the courts of Hawaii, where I remain the only person to prove against the government and walk away from a life sentence and I had no money and a court appointed lawyer. There are plenty of people aware of that one. Afterwards, some people said, “Well, he bought off the jury.” With what? And this is the state with the highest conviction rate in the nation.

There are quite a few other tales but I don’t see the point of telling them just to make myself look good. That’s not my job. That’s the job of my invisible friends, who are also not going to stay invisible.
We are coming upon a time when the fabric of reality is going to tear. The dream web is going to fray. The hypnotism and hallucinations are going to be ended, so that people can see what they haven’t seen and should have seen but they weren’t looking hard enough. That’s the trouble with people. They don’t look hard enough and they don’t try hard enough and when they do it’s for material gain.

Do you think it is an accident of enforced celibacy that led to all the priest molestations in the Catholic Church, all over the world by sheer coincidence? Think again. There’s more at work than you might suspect. Do you think it’s just the nature of the game that all of these politicians are so corrupt around the world? Do you think it’s the nature of corporations and banks to be not only vile in their methods but ratcheting them up in turbo phase as they are doing right now? In some cases this is true but there’s more to the whole thing than that and it’s going to become increasingly clear what that is.

This is all a movie and it has a director and now the movie is going to change. Believe it or not, it will or it won’t and we’ll see. The whole thing is coming down and being redone for a new existence under a new template. The old world is passing away. The world is simultaneously in its death throes and the travail of birth.

It’s been no accident, the generations who have shown up recently and the ones in play at the various levels of the moment. New generations are coming now too. You can argue about it all you like. There are a lot of people pontificating. We have an epidemic plague of experts who don’t know shit but they are going to see too.

I have a job and everyone else has a job to do. Most people are not doing their job; they’re doing something else because of the personal cost of doing their job. Most people are not being themselves because of the personal cost. Most people aren’t living their lives because of the fear that comes when you find yourself up against the manifest obstacles to true self expression. That’s all going to change and it’s not going to be very long at this point.

Take a good look around you. Open your eyes. Look at all the forces massing for one thing or another and all the social games and experiments that are at work. Something is coming out of the mix, right up out of the heart of humanity and it is going to bless and to punish accordingly.

End Transmission.......

Visible sings: Rocks in the Stream by Les Visible♫ Rocks in the Stream ♫

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Sunday, December 19, 2010

The Early Bird gets Cosmically Wormed.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

So now we are hearing that it’s not happening in 2012 but going to occur starting Dec 21, 2010. We could be in an, any minute frame of reference, or we could just be getting further annoyed with whatever we are waiting for, continuing to not show up. However, since we don’t know what’s coming, not having it show up can be a very good thing, depending on which end of the equation you are on. Well, you can take off your mind any concerns about the ‘no show’ factor. The show is on, you are in it and part of it and if nothing has happened yet, that means you should be... happening.

I’m flat out exhausted from having stood for several days on the docks of time and watching my ships come in. I can see the prows and the masts from here but they haven’t come into the port proper yet; haven’t tied up at the metal rings in the concrete walk. Laurence Oliver came back from the dead to do one of my posts and I must say I am both surprised and honored. Thank you.

I now know the meaning of ‘too much of a good thing’ because of the necessary physical and metaphysical preparations necessary to receive them. Three days of being bounced off the walls and thrown from side to side, as extra-dimensional physicians, do removal and implanting can make you gun-shy of ever getting close again, (grin) unless you’re me, heh heh... ah well, you had to be there and I am told some of you will, soon enough.

I can’t tell you how difficult it is to have to viscerally accept that everything is under control, absolutely and completely and that there is no reason to worry about anything. We think we know ourselves but we don’t. We don’t know ourselves at all, so it doesn’t project into the affirmative that we know each other either. I’m assuming the latter is predicated on the former. That’s how it’s looking from here.

I met the divine on a beach at the age of 21 and he told me that “everything is under control, take the reins”. I’ve lived with that and other quotes I received that day for all of my life up to this moment. Countless times, I have repeated them in my head and turned them over, looking at them, thinking I knew what they meant and remaining puzzled about some of them. Meaning is a funny thing. It has dimensions like height and width and depth. Something can mean one thing on the surface and something else entirely when you meet it in the depths.

As with some number of events in my life, there were witnesses for this meeting, which I guess says something. He spent the day with me, only once talking to someone else that I can remember. Douglas Hume, brother of Brit Hume, traveled all the way from Virginia to Lime Kiln Creek in Big Sur to check on this because of what was happening with me and there he met Donovan who wanted to string a big bell across the valley and others who confirmed the meeting. Longjohn who comments here is aware of these things and was around most of the time through many following occurances.

The Man on the Beach also told me, “God is a serpent. God is sleeping and this is his dream”. I said, “but he’s going to wake up right”? “I don’t know” was the reply. He said, “I like to fuck but I despise deals.” I said, “but you don’t have to make any deals.” He said, “Deals have been made”. Near the end he turned to me and said, “You’re a celebrity here, you know.” I had no idea what he meant and still don’t. What I remember is that the point came when I started saying, “I don’t know” and I knew that I didn’t. I was emptied out. He had total control of the whole day and I was never really aware of it. I didn’t think much about it in the following weeks, except to notice that I was making that snorting sound that he made as he forced the air out of his nostrils.

He looked like one of those Chinese sages. I asked him if he was Chinese and he said, “No”. I asked him if he was about 28 years old and he snorted and said, “No”. The lines of force in his face were incredible. His body was like that you see on the statues of Lord Shiva. He was immaculately clean, in a brilliant white t-shirt, chinos and Clark’s Desert Boots but his nails were broken and dirty. It was three months later when he activated my kundalini in the woods one night in Virginia, causing my acquaintances to become so freaked out that most of them never spoke to me again.

I realize now that I’ve never been unwatched and never been abandoned, over the whole course of following events, as I sometimes thought. I’m absolutely certain of that now, given what I’ve just been through. I should tell you that just because you aren’t seeing things at this very moment does not mean that they aren’t taking place. The bad guys are going to learn the meaning of incredible humiliation and abject fear. It’s happening right now.

All power comes from one source. David Rockefeller and Obama, the Rothschild’s and those garbage life forms in Israel and elsewhere, all move around and do what they do because of power loaned out for the performance of their evil. The switch can be thrown at any moment and will be. They’re being informed of this and toyed with. These monsters don’t take things the way we do. Most of them don’t believe the information being given to then. They think they are supreme in their realms. They’re going to find out otherwise, really soon.

The divine can wipe out every standing army on Earth with a simple gesture; can make weapons useless and defenses as permeable as gossamer silk. This force can accomplish anything, any time, anywhere. Just because it isn’t doing it, doesn’t mean it can’t, or won’t. We don’t and can’t comprehend the mind of the one who has been here from the beginning and always will be. We have no clue as to the immensity of the awareness and power. The divine has activated his agents and you are going to see some mind-bending and spectacular things.

I was told to put these coming days aside and relax, sleep, watch movies and not concern myself about anything. I was told this at the beginning and I can see now why it got said because I am wiped out. I keep going into the lamia and laying down, drifting away, staring across the way at the woodstove as the coals and flames do their dance. Occasionally being arched backward from the middle and tossed to and fro. “If you knew what you were getting, you wouldn’t mind this one bit”

I got some several kinds of internal injections that released chemicals from their storage holdings inside. This was accompanied by “Merry Christmas” and other things. I don’t want to talk about a lot of the details because it will piss some people off and I also don’t know a lot of the details, just some of them. I got some gifts and some of you are going to get some gifts too, soon. Some of you have already contacted me about this. Keep it in mind that the divine never does things in a small way, when it comes to setting a table for the ones he wants to lunch with.

He told me that to be named his friend and given his favor is a very rare event but that variations of that are going to be happening here and there. “It’s disappointing” he said. “Nothing gives me more pleasure than to dispense gifts among the worthy but there are always so few. I know I made it difficult but I put the value of what could be gained into the minds of those I was testing.”

I’m supposed to be telling you these things, against my will in some respects, because coming events are going to prove what is said here true. The divine is aware that I don’t want to look like a fool and also aware that I don’t really care either but that I might not say some things as a result. I’m told there’s a lot more to be said and that soon, too.

You should all take heart regardless of appearances and even celebrate. I don’t like to drink but I was forced to go and get a few beers to toast my good fortune. I’m about to be shown just how deep and comprehensive that control is and everyone reading this is in a position to profit immensely if they just take it to heart and listen for instructions. I’m going to go watch some movies. You’re watching a movie now. Watch closely to see what the director is about to do to the film.

End Transmission.......

Visible sings: It Always Breaks Your Heart by Les Visible♫ It Always Breaks Your Heart ♫
Lyrics (pops up)

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Wednesday, December 15, 2010

How Can so Many People be so Incredibly Blind?

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

You ask yourself, just how twisted, indifferent and malevolent can some people get before the universe begins to construct an international gallows franchise everywhere there needs to be one. Each day we see unknown wannabees and the usual suspects, vying and competing to see which of them can be registered and remembered as one of the greatest assholes of our time. They’re looking for immortality in all the wrong places, while imagining its location is a suite at The Plaza, followed by a cameo appearance as an ornate urn in the remake of “The Loved One”.

You’ve got Olympics scale competitors, like Janet Nazipolitano and Skull Chertoff. Even their own criminal associates have passed an inflexible law that these two are not allowed to breed. Of course, if you know more about them, you would realize that restriction is unnecessary. There are all kinds of rich people like Jane Harman, Jay Rockefeller, John Kerry, John McCain and others who weren’t satisfied to just spend their spouses or parent’s money and live high on the cannibal hog. They needed, through some terrible compulsion, to also be able to fuck with the lives of others for personal amusement. Why else would you go into public service if you already possessed the payoff for which people go into public service?

Of course there is the vanity of public exposure and personal importance and when you look and act like the serial killer version of Lyle Lovett or a poor man’s Hannibal Lector in Depends, then I guess Nature is telling you, you gotta do what you were designed to do, badly, or worse. There are a few who go into it just for the celebration of pure evil, like Joe Lieberman or Chuckie Schumer but they got those Satan does vaudeville genes.

Sometimes, I sit back and ask myself; where are and who are the good guys? Maybe Ron Paul is a good guy, maybe. We are damn well going to see whether he is now or not because he is in the catbird seat for where his caterwauling has led him. I guess I’d like him better if he didn’t sound like a perpetual member of the Vienna Boy’s Choir, which leads me to Dennis Kucinich, as a logical progression, I think. I begin to think the testosterone shortage is ubiquitous until I get a load of Jessie Ventura. He could be the real deal if he doesn’t turn into a TV personality to the extent he forgets what he came here for.

Alex Jones is not a good guy and neither is Noam Chomsky. I used to think that Chicago prosecutor might be good guy but apparently not. Back in the day, I thought Bill Clinton was a good guy, just to show you what a Holden Caulfield sort of callow youth I was. When he got chummy with George, (Hail Satan!), Bush Senior, I got the message. I mostly think Jimmy Carter is a good guy but everyone stops short of telling it like it is and most of you who read here and at the other fine emporiums of what’s actually going on, know what it’s all short of. I’m not obliquely referring to Kucinich here so, don’t think that. Get it? Never mind, cue Randy Newman.

There’s a recurrent peculiarity that goes off in my head like an atom bomb, just about every day and that is, how come Eisenhower, De Gaulle, Churchill and everyone else who wrote about their time, never mentioned death camps, gas chambers or crematoriums? How come there was an increase in the population of a certain group from before the war to after the war? How come the Red Cross, which was the most in the know organization of anyone connected with the facts of the war and the camps, has one figure as to the deaths and now we got another figure? Should I go figure? How come the death count at Auschwitz was lowed by 3 million from 4.5 million to 1.5 million by the very people claiming six million and you still get six million? How come all these forensic tests come up with no evidence of mass graves? How come just over one hundred thousand survivors have translated into a present count of from two hundred and fifty thousand to over one million survivors? That’s an impossibility but there it is. I could add all kinds of supportive facts to an argument that I couldn’t be making because it’s against the law but this is not the big ticket item.

What is the big ticket item? No one is saying anything. No one except fringe pariahs like myself and a few others has anything to say about this and even uses the serendipitously, out of the blue, several years on, post war figures (from where?) as a defense for all the vile, genocidal behavior of Israel. That’s the big ticket item. Absolute, easily refuted hogwash is accepted as fact by seemingly intelligent, well educated and powerful political figures.

It’s no wonder they don’t want anyone questioning this because there are too many questions. It’s a strange thing how laws have been passed to prevent discussion of this righteously, questionable event in various countries where no good can be seen to come of it. What is the force behind the scenes here? What force compelled ordinarily rational people to go against their own interests and the interests of their fellows by allowing for evil laws to be passed against the truth? I mean, what force besides that of Satan, who rules the temporal sphere acting on behalf of his progeny? It would have to be money.

Yes folks, its money. Those who print it determine the nature and color of reality. But can there not be even a handful of slightly honest, slightly courageous, people around with some small flicker of integrity left who might say something? Isn’t there some famous and influential person dying of terminal illness somewhere who might speak out from their death bed? What gives? I mean, what gives? I’m missing some hocus pocus somewhere. I know that their near complete control of the press accounts for a blackout on anything approaching wider exposure but there are ways.

This group of latter day Pharisees has got their hand out for every dime they can get their hands on and it’s all based on the same hard wired argument for perpetual victimhood. I understand the victimhood, as an inflexible block against criticism, especially in the light of all those much larger holocausts like the gulags of Soviet Russia, the Ukraine and the Armenian holocausts that they were directly responsible for. I understand that the best way to go around victimizing is to be seen as the victim but... come on, this is beyond absurd that so many people in a position to speak can be so utterly silent.

It must be that when you sell out, a certain switch gets thrown inside your head and you are made incapable of alternative behavior. Is it some pervasive force, of ancient and atavistic evil, that simply clouds the minds of nearly everyone, everywhere? It missed me and it missed a few others. Maybe those tinfoil hats are more effective than we give them credit for.

I really need some answers but, on the other hand, I suspect those answers are coming soon. I scarcely see any of the other bloggers and writers mentioning this. They seem to want to focus on other aspects or other things, without dealing with the real nitty gritty, which is behind all the other shit to begin with. Unless you deal with the cause and not the symptoms, all you are going to get is a questionable state of false well being but you’re still sick, you just don’t notice it as much. Maybe that’s why I never take any of that cold or flu medicine, or ever catch much of anything either. I think there’s a connection between all of it. I think most people get sick because their integrity and courage are too low to protect them from pathological invasion.

There are all kinds of immune systems and some people go to great lengths to prove it. Don’t watch that video it you are squeamish. WARNING! Do not watch that video if you have issues (grin).

I’m putting something together and this is probably the right place to link it, here at the end of whatever this is. Let me hear from you.

In conclusion, all I can say is that a whole lot of you had better grow a pair and to also say that I’m glad I’m not you. I’m a little more like Olaf. There is some shit I just will not eat. Well it didn’t work out so well for Braveheart but the times are certainly changing so we’ll see how it all sorts out because... well, because we are all a part of it and it’s going to become very apparent soon enough.

End Transmission.......

Patrick Willis narrates:
How Can so Many People be so Incredibly Blind?

Visible sings: Walk Across the Bridge by Les Visible♫ Walk Across the Bridge ♫
Lyrics (pops up)

Sunday, December 12, 2010

The Royal Lizard Emporium of the Feckless Doom

It was good to see the Duke and Duchess of Excess, shocked and shaken by the proximity of possibility, which is right up ahead but due to royal myopia, Charles and Chlamydia can’t see shit, otherwise the mirror would have clued them to their pretensions a long time ago. It’s like the ability to smell out the truth, once your nose has been tuned to measure everything against the falsehood of your own being, there is no truth.

Plebians and the general sodium chloride of the Earth are not immune to this phenomenon and whole countries, like Israel and the U.S. and all those countries owned by The Royal Lizard Emporium of the Feckless Doom, have a perpetually deviated septum that they only wish was caused by cocaine. This is another kind of deviation which appears to be a birth defect, because there never was a time it wasn’t there and they do seem able to pass it on to the ‘junk accidents’ that account for their progeny.

For decades and possibly longer, a small percentage of the privileged and self styled elite have been plotting the eradication of most of the population and the full time enslavement of the rest. In boardrooms and backrooms, in exclusive spas and vacation spots, in dark, mahogany paneled bars and homes from Holmby Hills to Saddle River and more exotic confines like Corfu and Monaco, they’ve been playing the dozens and screwing their cousins and making the rules that apply to you and exclude them.

This is what all of the terror industry is about. During the final stages of their final solution; carried out by quite a few members of the crew who pretended to be the object of the last final solution, they’ve been totally hip to the fact that people were going to object at some point. It was then necessary to create an enemy that didn’t exist, on their way to defining everyone who disagrees with being tortured and killed, as terrorists. Because of their devotion to usury and because of population disparities, they decided it should be Muslims. Then they went for your shoes. Then they went for your underwear; I don’t wear underwear because I have always been partial to using toilet paper instead.

I said to myself, well... the next thing has got to be inside the body bombs and it wasn’t more than a week later that I saw that was the next threat. None of this is real. However, most everything else isn’t real either, which is how they get everyone to believe in this bullshit because most of what they already believe isn’t true either.

The rich and powerful know what’s coming. This is why you see all the billionaires suddenly in a hot flush about giving away half of their fortune... or more. They know what’s on the horizon. They get a different news feed than you do. All kinds of wild assed cosmetic enhancements are being employed to turn a legion of sow’s ears into silk purses. You’re going to see all kinds of things like this shortly. You think you’ve heard some lies by now? You ain’t heard nothing yet. We’re going to see an epidemic of false epiphanies. The road to Damascus is going to be jammed with the faithless finding a workable Jesus. So many rats are going to be jumping ship that it will look like a dirigible. The ship will be singing that R. Kelly song.

This is all going on and you’re going to be hearing about it. A good portion of them are building fortresses in Paraguay and other locations, which is part of the reason for all the warmongering in Central and South America.

It’s not just revolution that is coming. There is a power coming too and they know about it. Don’t think they don’t know about it. By the time they’re through- not to be confused with when they are stick a fork in them they’re done through- most people will believe that had it not been for the poor and the middle class holding them back, the rich and the powerful would have already turned the Earth into a rotating Garden of Eden for everyone. Many people will be ruminating about whether or not they shouldn’t just kill themselves and their families as a gesture to this effect.

Anything can be sold on Monday and be a traditional truth by the end of the week and if you don’t believe that then you don’t watch much TV (grin). It would be pretty grim for the rest of us if it weren’t for what’s really coming down the planes. That too has been coming for awhile. It’s been coming longer than they have been plotting to raise up Hell on Earth.

You can say that the game is rigged because it is. The game of life, played out before us is all the result of a crooked house and loaded dice. However, that game is only a smaller feature of a larger game that involves these players being played even better than they play everyone else. Big surprises are on the way people. Fasten your seatbelts.

The bad guys and their in house police have been working overtime to set the advantage in their favor. They’ve got a lot more to lose than you do because most of you, by now, don’t have much left to lose. I’m not talking about your homes and your savings, your jobs and your dreams. I’m talking about your joie de vive and all that ‘gone missing’ ambiance that used to make life worth living. It’s no surprise to me that you are trying to escape in any way that you can, just so you don’t have to pay attention to the fact that everything that made life worth living has been edited out of the movie. That’s why the soundtrack so accurately reflects the emptiness and paucity of your day to day.

I know you’re frightened but you are nowhere near as frightened as they are. They are terrified and in denial at the same time. Halliburton is talking about giving Nigeria hundreds of millions of dollars to save Dick Cheney. They must have made billions is all I can think. Nothing is going to save Dick Cheney or any of the rest of them. The word is out among the savage underclass. It’s going to be looting heaven and payback central shortly. Because the ones who are going to tear up the joint also know what’s coming. The twisted under and upper classes both know that the time for madness and mayhem is coming up.

What is this mysterious power that’s got them all hot and bothered, without a name or a face to attach it to? I wouldn’t want to speculate. I know what my limited definition is but that’s not going to be any help in terms of understanding or influencing it. The secret is to ‘be influenced’ and those so engaged know what I’m talking about.

I wouldn’t be too concerned about body scanners, concentration camps and instant world wars. That’s just a lot of noise being generated to distract and confuse you. Any of those things are temporary at best and possibly not operative in the time remaining. We are going to hold witness to a most singular and spectacular series of events that only those out of the loop would attempt to describe. It’s going to be something else. It’s not going to be everything else.

I imagine there are any numbers of readers scratching their heads and wondering what I’m talking about. I’m not the guy to ask... heh heh.

Try to have a little patience and endure a little longer. Find a singularity in your thoughts and try not to analyze and speculate. Whatever got you this far will get you where you have to go. We’ve all had crisis we did not think we would survive and often cannot even remember now. We’ve been in tight places and can’t recall how it is we got out of them and on with what followed. Apprehension for the future is a musical lead sheet.

Thank your lucky stars that you are not the Duke and Duchess of Excess or any of the other crazed opportunists who now feel the reins of power ‘and protection', never mind privilege, slipping from their hands. Hold true to what is inside of you and just put one foot in front of the other or stand still if that makes more sense. You’ve got what you need if you don’t get seduced into thinking you don’t. The mouse behind the icebox is safe from the cat. It’s fear that makes it want to run for cover somewhere else.

End Transmission.......

Patrick Willis narrates:
The Royal Lizard Emporium of the Feckless Doom

Visible sings: The Tangled Woods by Les Visible♫ The Tangled Woods are Bleeding ♫
Lyrics (pops up)

There’s a new Visible Origami up.

There will be a radio show tonight at 7:30 Central Time.

Monday, December 6, 2010

Helen Thomas and the Zio-Ogres from the Synagogue of Satan

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

I wasn’t very happy with Helen Thomas when she apologized for saying what she initially said and after losing her job as well. I’m unhappy with Oliver Stone and others who also apologized for telling the truth, which one should never apologize for. You might apologize for your delivery of the truth (grin). The truth is a combustible agent and can have a severe chemical reaction when it comes into contact with untruth so... a certain amount of delicacy might be called for, if you want to transmit the truth without alienating the person receiving it. I say, ‘may’, because if telling the truth makes you feel like you have to dance around like it was some kind of an embarrassment for you, or you feel the need to shade the truth, to accommodate the feelings of the people who don’t want to hear the truth, then maybe you should be in another business that works harmonically with the ‘same old same old’ and you can get yourself a job with Zio-Ogre International as a auxiliary buttboy, utility, all purpose hack ...or decorative lawn ornament.

I am now very happy with Helen Thomas and I hope her recent behavior becomes a contagion. It may look like she has destroyed her legacy and trashed her reputation in her final years but the fact is, she has put an imprimatur of divine courage and integrity upon the totality of her time here, as opposed to those who possess neither and scream the loudest. She has revealed herself to be more than she was in a profession that never allows you to actually do your job, because you have to cater to the Synagogue of Satan, which owns the media, because it owns the banks, that prints the money out of thin air, which allowed them to buy anything they wanted to buy, while denying that right to anyone else besides a member of the Zio-Ogre Tribe. If Jesus Christ was the flesh embodiment of truth, his greatest enemy was the Pharisees, who were the diametrical opposite of everything he stood for. Two thousand years later, the same truth is under fire from the descendants of the same psychopathic, reptile crew.

In fact, it is Christianity, along with Islam that the Synagogue of Satan wants to destroy because the legacy is a testimony of everything they’ve been up to since they got here. Well, I don’t understand why they should be so hot and bothered about Christianity. The outer form of it has been destroying itself for a long time and it is the biggest materialism based supporter of the Zio-Ogre, Palestinian Genociding, Forced Organ Relocation, Gentile Juicing, All in one Shop until you Drop into your Grave, Halvah Na Gila Monster, non Pork Eating due to Cannibalism Proscription against Consuming your Fellows except in the Marketplace, Band of Organized Creeps on the Planet. Fundie Christianity is the full time fluffer of the Porno King Empire, Relentless Anathema of everything it stands for. Some hypocrisy is so grand and extreme that it ought to bronzed like baby shoes and inconized on all of the cathedrals and institutions where fellatio rhymes with Horatio.

Helen Thomas told the truth and the pig weasel, Abe Foxman, proved it. Helen said, “I can call a president of the United States anything in the book but I can't touch Israel, which has Jewish-only roads in the West Bank. No American would tolerate that -- white-only roads... We are owned by the propagandists against the Arabs. There’s no question about that. Congress, the White House and Hollywood, Wall Street, are owned by the Zionists. No question in my opinion. They put their money where their mouth is...We’re being pushed into a wrong direction in every way.” Abe Foxman and the Huns of Hell demonstrated that what she said is true. If they don’t control everything that the truth tells us they do control, how is it that they can shut down anyone and anything they don’t like any time they want to? You can’t argue with that. Well you can argue the same way 4.5 million can reduce to 1.5 million and “if 6 were 9” you still got 6, courtesy of Jimi Hendrix.

Helen was good enough to point out that she is a Semite, failing to mention that her detractors are not, which doesn’t stop the ADL, AIPAC and all the rest of the slander meisters from swinging the slur like a machete in the hands of a Filipino ‘mucker’ at everyone in reach. School kids should burn effigies of Theodor Herzl every Halloween as a tribute to one of the scariest and most demented kiddie eating goblins to ever walk the face of the Earth.

No, of course this scourge of humanity does not own the media; yes it does. It does not own Hollywood; yes it does. It does not own the music business; yes it does. It does not own Las Vegas (their main synagogue); yes it does. It does not control the porn industry; yes it does. It does not control most civil rights and all alternative sex organizations; yes it does. It does not own the central banks; yes it does. It does not own up to anything that it does, whenever it does, whatever it wants to do, at the expense of you and all the rest of the shit-scared, confused and seduced, borderline intellects on the planet.

No, they didn’t fake and rewrite history to create a criminal, banking cartel nation called Israel; yes they did. No, they weren’t behind the Bolshevik Revolution and all of the gulags and murders of tens of millions; yes they were. No, they were not principals in the slave trade; yes they were. No, they did not orchestrate the Yom Kippur and Six Days War without provocation and then blame it on the people they attacked; yes they did. No, they did not institute these conflicts as a means to steal more land; yes they did. No they were not behind 9/11; yes they were. No, they did not use it to invade Afghanistan and Iraq to free up the poppy trade and to steal antiquities and oil; yes they did. No, they did not do hundreds of other things just as bad that I don’t have the space to mention; yes they did and no I don’t.

Well, that’s the beauty of the Apocalypse. All of this is coming out and they can’t do anything about it. The divine, in the form of Lord Agni, walked in and set their forest on fire and made a burnt offering of 40 ‘prison guard’ trainees. They demonstrated their fire fighting abilities, which are on a par with their matchup with Hezbollah fighters in pickup trucks. There’s a reason they’re no good at firefighting because consuming fire is entwined with their destiny, waiting in the wings. Drought is walking the land of the crocodile, swine bankers and filling their tortured dreams with visions of Litani River water. Their people in the cluster bomb industry are working overtime to get ready for another child killing spree in Lebanon because they have to steal the water.

Yes, The Apocalypse is revealing it all and there’s nowhere to hide from the truth, which is why they hate the truth like they hate nothing else. These blood soaked vaudevillians are about to get swatted by the cosmic pig bladder, because this is one of the hallmarks of the summing up of this particular age and they are right out there, ‘in your face’ performing live, everything they are denying 24/7 and grabbing every opportunity to expose themselves more and more because that’s how it works in the world of limitless hubris that they define as chutzpah and which both add up to the same spiritual cancer that is defined in their motto; “if it doesn’t work, use force and if that doesn’t work, use more force. Subtle and suave is the order of the day.

It’s coming down and it’s coming up. It’s leaking through the seams. The ones with their fingers in the dyke are going to learn the meaning of a strapon. It’s running like swollen rivers of rage, raised up against them. They have sown Hell fire and now they can reap the whirlwind.

I’d like to think compassion is something I cultivate but I don’t determine the outcome. What I think is small potatoes up against the wisdom and might of the universe. Even as they are exposed as the entities behind so much of humanities ills, they crank up more. Even as it should be apparent to a moron, they persist in pushing and conniving with body scanners and flotilla murders. Every effort at spin through all of the powerful mediums that they control is to no avail. Truth is walking their way with a handgun and a hard-on. Can you blame the universe for finally having had enough?

There’s only one power. You can see it as the divine and you can see it as the devil. Depending on what you are, determines how you see this force and also what your destiny is. There’s hope yet for many. While there is breath there is hope but where are the takers? They’re off somewhere whooping it up in the Malamute Saloon. Good luck with that.

End Transmission.......

Patrick Willis narrates:
Helen Thomas Does Zion

Visible sings: Songwriter by Les Visible♫ Iridescent Dreams ♫
'Iridescent Dreams' is track no. 10 of 10 on Visible's 2006 album 'Songwriter'
Lyrics (pops up)

Songwriter by Les Visible

Last night’s radio show is now available for download.