Monday, December 31, 2012

A View from Arunachala

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

It seems to have taken a long time for me to get back online but it was really only about a week. Time moves slow when you’re used to having fun (grin). Well, I’m not actually back online yet but it’s an ‘any day now’ situation. This could mean anything here in Thiruvanamalai where you are encouraged to throw your garbage out of the window, accompanied by a shrug indicative of, “What are you going to do”? You take your life into your hands, or put them in someone else’s, every time you get into a moving vehicle; be it whatever that might be and it could be anything. Vehicles whip along at the greatest possible speed, passing on any side, passing directly into oncoming traffic. On the positive side, everyone expects you to do this, except for me and anyone else who may have gotten here for the first time.

Every full moon, 1.4 million people show up here to walk the 18 kilometers around Arunachala. The next day nearly every one of them is gone again. With a couple of exceptions, I am only hanging out with locals and those who aren’t locals I don’t see very often. All my input and information comes from them. I have no way of knowing if what I am hearing is the truth in every case; just mentioning that. The people I am engaged with are highly educated and talented in various fields. It’s an eye-opener.

I was told that India is divided into five sections, each ruled by an element. Where I am it is fire and I can attest to that. Since I moved into the outskirts of the town, near the Ramana Maharshi Ashram, there are times my head was spinning like a top. The last couple of days I am asking myself what am I doing here and shouldn’t I just go back home, regardless of some of the things I have been told about my being here? So, this morning I go down to Abul’s apartment and before I say anything he launches into a dialogue about all the people who freak out here and have to leave because of the power of the mountain and how it doesn’t do them any good because if they can’t get with the mountain, the mountain will follow them; like, if Mohammad won’t go to the mountain, the mountain will come to him. So, apparently, what I have been experiencing is a natural thing and it happens to most people who come here. My being just about only fire and air does not help.

Given the trouble and expense of getting here and getting all set up here, I am not about to go away just yet but I am well aware of the vibrationary integration period required. This is not like anywhere I have ever been in my life before. Life is cheap here but it is very vibrant. The power goes off for hours each day. I have ordered an inverter type battery that gives me six hours no matter what happens. Had I had any idea of what was needed for me to actually function here I would have brought a lot of things that I now have to get again; live and learn. On another note I am working on the latest novel and without any of the setbacks and hesitations I had in Europe.

The poverty you see is riveting. I was told over and over in my head, “don’t be cheap- and I won’t be either”. My local friends have cleared some of that up for me; being useful without accomplishing self injury.

I got an enormous apartment for the price of a much smaller apartment and many other things have worked out in a surreal fashion, especially since there are many things you cannot do (in the usual time frames) or acquire. I think this is a temporary affair which recedes once you have some idea of what is going on.

Here is something that will be of interest to many readers. I went over to the Ramana Maharshi Ashram and walked around with Abul. I began to get some unpleasant vibrations. That often happens when I get around shrines, churches and temples, as if they are more filled with the dead than the living. There was something more here though. A couple of days later, my friend Roy (from Cochin) showed up and I told him about it; that there was something off about the place. He said to me that that was perfectly understandable because The Jesuits had been running the place behind the scenes for years and that the various Christian churches are engaged in a variety of efforts to take over temples and religious organizations in India.

Then Abul says to me today, Maharshi only got there a little while ago and the mountain is very old, very old and the home of Shiva, who apparently has a few domiciles, this is one of the important ones. This isn’t in any way intended to take away from Ramana, whom I like and respect but they have turned the ashram into a bit of a supermarket and there is more than a little somber pretentiousness running amok through the place. I’ll scope it out a little more over time and we’ll see if I change my mind.

Across the street is the Ramana Maharshi Market (no connection to Ramana), where you have to take off your shoes to go in and shop. It’s hallmarked by high prices and the slowest service on Earth. I’m thinking you take off your shoes, out of respect for all the money that gets spent there. You can get things you can’t get anywhere else, unless you drive to Pondicherry or Madras, which aren’t that far away. Pondicherry was colonized by the French so, as you can imagine, you can get all kinds of things there (grin) or so I am told.

It’s a trip, sitting in this big empty apartment, with my little desk and the computer but I’ve got a few things that let me cook for myself. They gave me an icebox, mattresses and covers. My water gets delivered and they are putting in a phone and wifi, on Indian time. I don’t think you get these kinds of things happening without a lot of effort, so I’m getting invisible help. My landlady and her husband are good people, though she is very watchful; doesn’t seem to mind my having guests however and that’s good because I expect people will be coming here, in fact, I am sure of that for some reason.

Curiously, dogs are coming up to me. I sat down for some chai across the street from the ashram the other day. There were about a hundred people there and this dog came across the street and right over to me and spent about ten minutes with me and then he just walked off back the way he came. Here where I live two dogs have shown up and they greet me most times when I go out the gate. They hang around now. I did buy them some food, so that would account for it to some extent but not initially. I’m a little concerned about taking them into my life and then maybe not being around anymore. They are starved for affection and fearful to some extent. I don’t think people are always nice to them. But...what are you going to do; not give them food if you can just because you might not be around? You can extrapolate that into a lot of things.

A couple of days ago I was riding in a rickshaw when the driver turned around and said he was supposed to tell me that the Kali Yuga ended the day before.

The food here is out of this world, better than you ever see in Europe or the USA (Indian food I mean). It’s hot but I like that. My friend here lives with his daughter and another lady that ran away from home so she wouldn’t have to marry anyone. It’s a very platonic situation and they all are marvelous cooks. It’s a lot of energy to process here. At 4:30 in the morning, the loudspeakers go on and play music and chants calling people to the temples. It’s loud but no one seems to mind. Play your music as loud as you want, no one seems to mind. Dance on the sidewalk, sleep on the sidewalk, no one seems to mind, except maybe the people sleeping on the sidewalks ...but maybe not even then.

Well, my friends we’ve come to the end of another posting and the radio show should be happening by next week. I’ll try to pretend I’m up and running, although I am not yet but hopefully I get this up to you tonight (apparently not tonight as it is now the next day) or at some point. Thanks for all the emails wondering if I was okay. It’s been major culture shock but I’m fine. I hope you are too. Drop in if you’re in the neighborhood (grin).

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Visible sings: The Sacred and The Profane by Les Visible♫ Mountain of Release ♫
'Mountain of Release' is track no. 9 of 13 on Visible's 2007 album 'The Sacred and The Profane'

The Sacred and The Profane by Les Visible

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Technical Problems in Paradise

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

My friends My Asus Transformer Infinity is no longer working and the ipad I have will not let me on the internet because I lack the original password. This has made it difficult for me to post blog entries. I hope to have a basic PC when I move into my apartment in about five days. This is going to seriously deplete my assets but the cosmos will provide. At the moment I am using the hotel internet and computer.

I should have my head examined for buying a tablet. I sometimes do dumb shit, even after much research. Being in India I probably can't return this tablet so I suppose all I can do is maybe get it fixed or just throw it away. It was a bad move but not my first mistake in this life (grin).

Meanwhile a number of nutjobs are showing up. One tells me the Indian people are monstrously evil, yet he has lived here for many years. Now he wants to come into the comments section and see how much shit he can stir up. He has never been in the comments section before though he says he has been reading for years. I don't know what to make of him so I won't make anything at all. Why someone would so brutally assault his residence country while still remaining there is beyond me.

Another fellow, one Elippser has shown up saying that the stone worshipers should burn in Hell and that Jesus is the only way. I guess he missed the part where J.C. said, "in my father's house are many mansions. If it were not true I would not have told you so".

Christians are something else, no one beats them for intolerance and mass murder except for Israel which owns Christianity. I'll never understand either of them and I'm not sure I want to. I am amazed at all the people who are such experts on everything, know so much and are so perfect. The stifling arrogance and ignorance blows my mind. I don't know anything except The knower and do believe that without a foundation of humility you can't know anything worth knowing in the first place.

I am sorry to disappoint those of you who expect to hear from me on a regular basis. I will try to buy a cheap PC and then I can at least do this for the time I remain here. It has been very frustrating trying to use the tablet. There was no way that I found to "select all" or to copy and paste. I wrote a whole Smoking Mirrors posting today but could not get it copied. I tried and tried and then it died, at least the keyboard dock did and now I can't charge the tablet either so... well, so it goes. Otherwise it is amazing here.

The grace, goodness and helpfulness of the Indian people is blowing my mind, just as is the arrogant and elitist faux spirituality of the rich Europeans and Americans. Whoa! That I did not expect and they give me a wide berth, even though I have yet to say anything to them. I've got some kind of mark on me but I can't see it. They can though.

I should have all of my problems addressed by next week and hope to be back to my usual form (grin). In the meantime, please bear with me and it will all come right soon.

End Transmission.......

Visible sings: The eponymous Les Visible Music Album♫ Peace (unplugged) ♫
A studio version of 'Peace' is track no. 4 of 10 on Visible's eponymous
'Les Visible' Music Album

Lyrics (pops up)

The eponymous Les Visible Music Album

Monday, December 10, 2012

The Satanic Schematic and the Devil Inside

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

This is a very important situation and something Mr. Apocalypse is concerning himself with, as a high priority matter. From this we can see how very obvious it is that a world wide Satanic network has taken control of the governments and religions of the world the larger sense. I am not saying this is total by any means but it is wide spread to say the least. We note the connection that is made between the Dutroux affair in Belgium and the conditions in the Netherlands. It seems clear that demonic mentalities are sacrificing young people in horrible rituals. We know so little ...but we suspect a great deal. How bad is it really? It must be pretty bad and most likely even worse than we think.

Since I first read this article yesterday, it has come to mind repeatedly. It is terrifying to see how deep it runs and how high (low down) it goes. Now it is the most natural thing in the world for me to suspect just about every world leader I hear about, as being engaged in this kind of thing, at least as far as western powers go. I think of Hilarious Clinton, Leon Panneta, the military high command and these compromised and corrupt heads of the various law enforcement bureaus. I think about the overpowering ambitions that drive them and how greatly they are advantaged by entry into the Satanic Schematic. Surely they are courted by peers and superiors. Surely they weigh their options and surely with facile and convoluted consciousnesses, they easily find a way to justify all sorts of things to themselves. Its a Faustian construct and it's been a signal propensity of those in power, to be indifferent to, or unconscious of, the cost of their shit for brains decision, made to advance their interests, in total defiance of their best interests. The long term resolution of their best interests, suggests they should have never gotten into that game in the first place.

I look at the policies and actions of these well educated and intelligent men and women and I find very little that indicates intelligence or useful education. To me it makes no sense whatsoever, to be in these positions and to behave as they do. It's a given, if you serve the dark side in Kali Yuga, then your material interests will be advanced. It's simple physics. We don't even have to call it metaphysics. If you magnetize to the onyx lodestone, the attractive resonance is active in the external theater. The goodie cabinet is unlocked and you can wine and dine your ass, all the way to the front porch of Armageddon Acres.

There are a few basic tenets to Satanism. One is that sort of traveling motto, “Me first, you later, maybe, baby”. The idea is that you are like one of the large predators of the veldt, a lion or a leopard perhaps. You kill what you want, when you want and you take your fill and then maybe the carrion feeders step in, according to an established pecking order. One of the main tenets has to do with the despoiling of innocence. In a similarity to wearing upside down crosses, displaying an upside down pentagram, or reciting The Lord's Prayer backwards, it is considered an imperative to engage in all practices that offend Heaven. This creates a reversed polarity that attunes you to the infernal powers. As you engage in ever greater perversity, in the toxic atmosphere of your developing contempt for all things spiritual, you advance in the ranks. Those who rises to the highest position in this order, are not necessarily those of the highest ranks in the temporal order. It's all about ability and the head of the order could be only a shopkeeper or a TV announcer, as might be the case with Jumping Jimmy Savile, 'you go run girl'!

Once you are securely in the embrace of this process; digressing to example a little irony- The Process Church of the Final Judgment. Once you are fully in the embrace of this process, you are compelled to do the bidding of your superiors, or else some very unpleasant things might just happen to you; will happen to you.

Quite often people get into this sort of thing as a thrill; something kinky and novel. Other time people are attracted to it through extremity and appetite. You might be in some kind of deep shit and since you are not getting any help from the divine side of the equation, or haven't even bothered to ask, you go to the other side of the fence. It may be that you have an overpowering desire for certain things and you can sit down and eat your fill or order takeout. Those who recruit new meat can be very convincing in their arguments, handing out some version of, “better to rule in Hell than to serve in Heaven”. You're given the idea that The Devil takes care of his own. Proof is given to you in the lives of other members, who are examples of someone getting away with all kinds of things, for a long period of time. New aspirants will be familiar with the names and positions of members who have been around for awhile. It all looks good on the surface.

As I have pointed out- and which you don't hear anywhere else- The Devil works for God. He is an employee. The reason I mention that you don't hear it anywhere else, is not to seek to attribute any unique singularity to myself but to say that you don't have to believe me. Maybe I'm wrong (I'm not). Maybe I'm wrong, you be the judge ...until the real one comes along. The Devil's job is to suck you into things, give you ideas you might not have had on your own, set up convenient situations and then snare you into an ongoing journey into your own dark id. Meanwhile he gathers evidence against you. He is the repository for the remembrance of all that you do. Then comes the final denouement, when The Devil puts on his prosecutors outfit and walks into the courtroom; “but, but... you promised”. “I did but I am a liar. Am I not called The Father of Lies”? Then transforming into an angel of light at the given moment.

To me, this kind of dumbass tradeoff, exchanging the priceless for the worthless; getting yourself a big bowl of worthless pottage, is the kind of thing that might be attractive to a hood ornament but certainly not to anyone with any real intelligence or insight. It's both tragic and amusing how people who think themselves so hip and aware can get themselves into such a world of hurt, never seeing the simple and logical outcome of this kind of thing. Another thing that mystifies me is how they can slavishly support the Synagogue of Satan, to the detriment of their own country and other members of their national and cultural demographic and do it in public with the whole world watching. This treasonous, 'I'm your bitch' behavior is a monstrous thing, in the service of monsters and the world is waking up. All things hidden are about to become known and all of these traitors are to be marked by their words and deeds. When the public sees to what an extent they have been manipulated and abused, there will be Hell to pay.

This is the thing about giving up your independence of thought and the loss of your moral compass in the pursuit of material gain and a temporary position above your fellows You get the idea that it will never end but it has never been anything but for the purpose of demonstration; to show what happens when you carry on in this manner. In former times, whatever judgment attended these follies, often took place out of sight. That will no longer be the case where and when everything is uncovered and seen. I know this may not be apparent to a great many people, whose eyes are occupied with the glittering garbage in the landfill of a doomed culture. You can see it all falling apart. All you need is a little hindsight, by which to make comparisons ...but this gets in the way of what you hope to get out of the whole affair, as you get carrot and sticked down the highway, wishing in one hand and shitting in the other.

It is so clearly the way it is. It is so obvious but, for some reason, it doesn't get through, or it hasn't gotten through until now. Now it is starting to get through and all the suppressed rage and reaction is beginning to boil. It won't be long now. Time remains to change and get with the program. The difference in potential destinies is extreme. There's going to be a lot of regret and recrimination one of these days real soon. I surely do hope the greatest possible number of people catch on before it's too late.

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The Little Guy Auditions for Hollywood
The Little Guy Auditions for Hollywood

Visible sings: Songwriter by Les Visible♫ Smoke and Mirrors ♫
'Smoke and Mirrors' is track no. 9 of 10 on Visible's 2006 album 'Songwriter'
Lyrics (pops up)

Songwriter by Les Visible

This week's radio broadcast is now up for streaming.

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

A Celebration of Vipers and the Trembling Dominoes

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

The oldest woman in the world died the other day. When asked about her secret for long life, she said; “I don't eat junk food and I mind my own business”. She was 116 and passed away in a Georgia rest home.

♫Do you hear what I hear♫? That would be the sound of Mr. Apocalypse's walking stick, thrumming on objects, conditions and awarenesses. He's been incremental, now he's going exponential. One of the things he is doing is bringing to light the sordid and seamy, behind the scenes, lives of vile characters masquerading as human beings. Other, behind the scenes truths, are also rising up and flowing over the levees of denial. You can think of these people as dominoes, trembling on an unstable table. It is past questioning now that Jimmy Savile was a very high ranking Satanist. His degree of access and influence tells the tale. He was actually living in children's care homes a time or two and to show you how twisted he was, has a penchant for disabled kinder; or so it appears.

Until just now, or not long for now, the hideous monsters of our times have been under a shield of protection, granted from infernal regions, with the permission of the real regent, so that they could sport in their perversity for the purpose of demon-stration. However, the planets move in their circuits and presage changes in the film script that marks the events and dialogue of our days and those protections are coming off. These fiends are about to become a hunted feces, uh species; ambulatory fewmet species. This is going to come down on certain nations as well as the individuals in them. The 'rage against the bankers', is growing by the hour. Many minds wonder how it could possibly take so long for the point to be made on the cinder-block heads who make up the meat and potatoes of civilization. People have to realize that certain things have to be pressed to the bending end, so that there will be no question of what we have been dealing with.

The dumbass barometer, has taken a nose dive these days. This fascination is a programmed manipulation of stupid and all a part of The Celebration of Vipers and the perpetuation of vipers. You don't have to wonder too hard at the conditions that make all of this possible. You don't have to wonder at the cause of severe morning sickness either, given that this is probably an expression of that scene from Alien. In any case, the public is playing right along and taking a cue from the departed and gin-soaked Queen Mother; Her Royal Trapdoor Spiderness. We haven't seen anything this ultra cool since anal bleaching.

Royal vipers are not the only thing that reproduce, stupidity reproduces too, in order to match up with the greater and greater transparency of oppression coming down on Mr. Potato Head World. There are a lot of ways to look at all of this and many of them lead only to confusion, in terms of motive and resolution. If you take it all as an expression of everything being under control, you will not be plagued by the sensation that everything is getting out of control. It's all just perceptions based on the interpretation of appearances. The primary truth about appearances is that they are deceiving. We've heard this many times but it doesn't sink in as a visceral awareness. What is this persistent disconnect that keeps us hypnotized by something that is not real? It is because something is resident in us that should not be there and it determines how we interpret things. It is a conscious entity that must be replaced by another consciousness that sees through things instead of bouncing off of them.

Materialism is a force of invocation. It calls up the presence that celebrates it, just as anything would. Fear is a product of being susceptible to the lies of appearances, so is anger. All negative emotion arises out of the predominance of appearances over clear vision; the predominance of what is not, over what is. You don't have to hang out on the corners of Shit and Go Blind. You don't have to be the victim of an unexamined life. This is the critical power and potential of “know thyself”. It is the ultimate defensive weapon against the tyranny of appearances. It's not a complicated thing. It is something that requires perseverance and determination, with no small amount of certitude required. If you aren't certain of the outcome of something that has already been demonstrated in the lives of any number of people, then you aren't going to have the success that comes with a true single-minded focus on the foundation of all lasting and genuine progress. “Half measures avail nothing”. Inconsistent efforts yield inconsistent results. Why is this not crystal clear? That is another question people should ask themselves, until they get an answer.

Take a good hard look at the relentless disinfo that pours out of the media control towers. Take a good hard look at the socio-sexual morphing of the culture; the political corruptions, the religious depravities, the dietary dysfunction, of people willingly poisoning themselves, the intellectual dishonesty, the aimless, pinball bouncing, from one distraction to another; this rudderless sail on the turbulent waters to nowhere. It's difficult to get the full effect of this, when you are spinning like a top inside it. You have to get outside of it, a sort of in it but not off it. You've got to become The Fool on the Hill. You've got to understand that just because there is a will there is no guarantee that there is a way. The personal will is the dead horse of mortality. You can beat it till doomsday's break but it will not rise from the dead. There is another will that is your true force for expression. It requires nothing more than getting out of the way. Some of us have experienced this so there is precedence. In fact there is precedence for just about everything. It all depends on what kind of precedence you are looking for.

Some people want to become lawyers because a law degree is a license to steal. Some people want to become bankers for very similar reasons. When you are close enough to the money, to lay your hands on it at any time, you probably will, once you discover the least difficult, dangerous and most profitable way to accomplish this and get away with it. Some people want to get into show business because of the celebrity and promise of getting laid whenever they feel like it. There are all kinds of motivations and the mindset that attends the fruition of the objective, will always tend to support and justify the means. People think this is some kind of good way to go. Sure, if you're going that way but... is that the way to go?

Which of us does not wind up sitting at life's end, in consideration of all of that upon which we were engaged in life? There are things that happen at any one of the seven stages of which Shakespeare spoke. They only come when they come, at the appointed time. Often that appointed time comes too late for a great many things. If you want to know the wrong way to go, just look at the amount of people going that way. Here we have one of those old saws that everyone thinks is true and is not; “there is safety in numbers”. Here's one that is definitely true, “misery loves company”.

So people go on and on about why so many people are deaf and dumb to reason and the most obvious of conditions in which they labor and suffer. They're protecting their investment. Once anyone realizes the true meaning and cost of what they have been up to they are forced to change. This has been going on for a long time and is one of the hallmarks of Kali Yuga. Kali Yuga is the yuga of recompense. It's the playing field upon which all kinds of karma gets worked out and that is not a pleasant thing most of the time. It is the age of blind men gumming each other to death. It is the age of stupid choices and hardened resistance to the truth. As a result, the more time that passes, the more rampant and pervasive the insanities become, until the become pure satire and totally bent and twisted absurdity. As has been so often stated here. You can't change the world but you can change yourself and if you change yourself, you invariably change your world and the example of your transition, stands as an indicator for others, should they care to notice; should they care to notice. Some do. That makes the effort worth it. In these times there is no stampede to the gates of realization but it will not always be so. Get off the wheel while the fortunate opportunity is present.

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Visible and The Critical List: La Vierge Sperme Danceur by Les Visible and The Critical List♫ Outrageous ♫
'Outrageous' is track no. 6 of 8 on Visible and The Critical List's 1987 album
'La Vierge Sperme Danceur'

La Vierge Sperme Danceur by Les Visible and The Critical List

We're getting tomorrow's post out of the way today. We need the time for other things.

Monday, December 3, 2012

"Oh Brave New World that has Such People in it"

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet (if you happen to be a dog).

Consenting adults would probably want to keep that in mind, cause there could be the consideration, of a kind of “Wrong Way Riegels”. I see the lightning. I hear the thunder, given that I believe Israel is actually Palestine and all I have seen over the years on the shrinking map tells me all I need to know about what is going on. I have seen these sideways a time or 2.

So visible, what are you going to do about it? Well, I could leave the room. We will see, won't we? No, I am not in a good mood but...sooner or later, I might catch a headwind that will blow me right out of Dodge City. Is there a Dodge City?

I want to point out that the circumstances in our lives are going to be determined by righteous and real. We chose to be what we become. It's all up to us.

For too many years, a game strategy, well, an actually malignant process, has been taking us down the road, to an ever more cramped and confined extremity. No matter the color of a person's skin and sometimes because of that, this has been going down. Because of the need for high-end communication devices; which I am not discounting the value of, things like this are going on and as mentioned earlier there is a process; color of skin, may or may not be a reality in the mix but you'll get that feeling, depending on who you are and how you think anyway.

These are troubling times and you need to have an awareness. I have a ceramic, piggy bank. I don't know how I got it but there it sits at the corner of my right eye, across the room, past the window, where Tree blocks whatever is out there, in the beyond, on the wooden chest that holds my clothes. There's nothing in that bank at the moment. There was, once or twice, but I'm not the sort of person who is into piggy banks. You might ask yourself, why is it a piggy bank? Why not a badger, or a bear? Why not anything else? The truth is that bankers are pigs and that is the real reason that some people don't eat them. It is because they reincarnate as them. Another group doesn't eat it because they don't want to be like them. Another group does eat pork and even has pig toilets, because those who become pigs, feed off of them, when they go around in human form. Now, you could call all this racism and you can call it bad humor, or you can call it anything you want because I don't care. I am not talking about the whole body of the group in any case and that is the meat and the matter of the moment at any time. They hide among us and pretend to be us, in every group and that is what makes it so hard. They have to be 'rooted' out.

Calling them as I see them, since I be I, is an unavoidable thing with me. I think to finesse the presentation, in any case, because those who hate to hear the truth about themselves, are just going to hate me more and those who are oppressed by these relentless fiends, will hate me for bringing it to their attention and I have to live with that but I live in a different dimension and... Things are what they are, let the chips fall where they may. I am not a racist-pig. I don't measure anyone by their color. I only go by what people do. I only go by what people do. I only go by the results of their actions, upon their fellows and upon me; which is why I have kept changing my residence because of their impact on me and my attempts to not be part of the racket. It is what it is, or it isn't. That should be pretty clear, unless it isn't due to the web humming, miasma of the Maya factor.

I recognize that not everyone sees things the same way that I do. I also note that most people hardly see at all. There is a peculiar magic being practiced on us, because of our willingness, to be obsessed with material things and it fucks us up. People run around like crazed beasts, grabbing shrink-wrapped items from department store shelves, to show their love and appreciation for others, on that special day, that comes around every year. Shouldn't they be doing that sometime, for someone, every day but... no, it doesn't work like that.

The whole system is operating in a way, where useful and useless things, are both made more expensive and the struggle to keep after them, is the greatest cost ...because it includes the most precious things there are, in the things you lost, like your pride, your honor, your humanity, your dignity. The list is endless.

Why am I sounding so strange? This isn't like me. This isn't my normal operandi; as if I had one. It's because we are being fed things like this. It's because feeding us thing like this, is supposed to make some kind of sense. If you read the article and you look at the pictures, surely your mind must wonder if this is an actual or staged reality or, maybe... what? I don't know. Is it some kind of Hunger Games retro-virus? Is it a mystical epiphany of an end of the world doctrine? Is it only Herpes of the Mind?

I'm trying to get my head around it. I am trying to get my head around the emergence of things like this, which are increasingly being set, as something that is going to be happening with routine frequency, or... maybe you think that is not the case? Maybe you think this is also an anomaly?

It can be said a lot of different ways but it all comes out the same as to what the cause of every single one of these things is. We are very clearly in Brave New World Country. The process of incremental is what gets us. Things happen in small, linked steps. It's similar to time lapse photography, in a certain way. Well, not similar but maybe you get what I think I am trying to say. People talk about magic but they don't really understand it or see it happening around and to them every day, in both good and bad ways. Take for example when you put a seed in the ground. Try as you might, you never actually see it coming out of the ground. One day it is simply there. Every plant needs sunlight and water. These are both just permutations of Love. It used to be that when sponsors at radio shows, new store openings, or whatever, that you could win or get a free t-shirt. Then you would walk around like a human billboard; make you feel unique. Time passed and people actually began to buy t-shirts and other apparel with advertising on it, in order to appear cool and unique. It got completely out of hand with the redoubtable, Tommy Hilfiger ...and to a lesser extent, DKNY. Now you got millions of human billboards, running around being cool and unique.

That then leads to tattoos and piercings. It used to be that you only saw them on bikers, soldiers and biker sluts. Now they are ubiquitous. I believe I once referenced the epidemic of south seas islander-like tattoos across the top of the sacral plexus on ladies, so that the cat, jackhammer rocking behind her ass would have something to read, while he was engaged in what was once called 'an act of love'. When the divine animating principle, is being, funny-teasing with me, which is often the case, he'll ask me 'who wrote the Book of Love'? I would always get it wrong (or so I was told), until I got it right the other day and now I can't remember what I said.

This is one of the most difficult blog postings I have ever had to write. It's been going on for about 5 days. The problem is that so many things have happened to me that I've got some form of PTSS. I had a hard time in Frankfurt and I also had to go back there twice. That was nothing compared to Muenchen (Munich). I left off for there last Wednesday night. It was bitter cold. I stayed in my hotel and the next morning, I took off for the Indian consulate to get my visa. It was snowing and the wind was blowing it near horizontally, so if you were walking in the wrong direction, which I often had to on that day, given what happened to me, it was brutal. My used leather jacket, which I bought on Ebay got stuck halfway up, with the zipper. I had to rip it apart at that level. That was a big help. Anyway, I got to the consulate, which is not the consulate but a branch of Cox and Kings. The Indians had 'outsourced' their visa system to a German GMBH, or business firm. Do you get the irony of the Indians outsourcing? There is one in Frankfurt and one in Muenchen. The application form is exactly the same. I was originally going there, since it was closer but was told that I had to go to the one in Muenchen, if I lived in a certain district. When I got to this place, there were about twenty people waiting outside in a line. When the doors opened you had to take a number. Only one person was processing at the counter, though there were spots for about 6 persons. After half an hour one more arrived and another, 15 minutes after that. When my turn came up, I walked up and got told that I could not apply because my application form came off of the Frankfurt website. I said, well just give me an application and I'll fill it out. He said I can't do that, you have to go back downtown, find an internet cafe, fill it out and then come back. “I'm sorry” he said. “No you're not”, I replied and left there with a very hollow feeling. I was certain I would get no visa then and it cost me a great deal to come there in the first place, with my limited resources for the while gambit in the first case. I wound up going around all over the place, until I found one. Then I tried to fill out the form, with the minutes going by until the place closed. Nothing was working very well and I was sure at that point that I would not be getting a visa.

Finally I got it filled out and went to print it and it printed out nothing but gibberish. So I went to the Middle Eastern guy who owned, or ran the place and asked for help. He said that was my problem and to go away and not bother him. Munich has a surfeit of these kinds of people; is famous for it. I finally figured it out and left. The weather kept turning uglier. By some mystical grace, I found a particular bank that handles my assets (grin) and was able to get needed funds. The visa was more expensive than I had imagined. I took a cab back to the visa corporation with time remaining on the cosmic meter. Now there were about fifty people ahead of me. I sat down in a glum mood at the front by the counter. I guess the guy who had sent me on my way must have been touched by something invisible to the both of us, because minutes after I sat down, he summoned me up and told me to give my form to the lady sitting next to him. In a very short time I had surrendered my passport, paid for UPS dispatch of that and the visa to be sent to me and was out the door; no guarantee that I would get it but at least that was over. I couldn't figure out why they needed to keep my passport. They said it takes at least 3 working days for it to arrive to me.

Originally, when I went to do the trip of just mailing it in, they told me it took two weeks and I didn't have enough time. I said, “I have over 3 weeks”. The guy said, “We can't guarantee it”. Heh heh. Today my passport came in the mail with nothing else. I didn't know what to think. I opened my passport and the visa was stamped into a page of the passport. I guess I am going to India, although a lot of people don't want me to. They seem to think something permanent is involved. If I don't take the steps to change myself and look for a location, the community won't happen. At least this community won't. That's what it's all about.

I took the train home from Muenchen and my friend Michael was supposed to pick me up. I went out to where the cars were and he was not there. I waited awhile and said, “What the ...whatever”, so I set off walking to his house and walked 2 kilometers in the wrong direction and had to walk them back and then another 2 K or so to his house. Apparently he was waiting on the other side of the tracks for me. I didn't know there was another side. It was all dark at that end and no one seemed to be going that way. What a trip. Many things have been like that these days. I was sure I would not get the visa but I did. At several points, I was just going to head back to the bus station that would take me to the train leg of the trip. I didn't. I persevered. It's all been stranger than fiction.

Today I had to go to the pharmacy to get a couple of shots that I needed for India. One of them turned out to be a few tablets taken every other day. The cumulative cost was 80 some Euro. I was stunned. I had to take the shot to the doctor to have it administered. I'm actually in a good mood, just so you know. I know it's all for the purpose of demonstration and if I don't get it on the front end, I get it on the back end but hopefully not in the rear end (grin).

My friend, Imron, was waiting for me when I returned from my trip. He had flown in from LA to see me. He brought me the latest ipad, with a keyboard in a leather case. I had already bought a new Asus Infinity. I told him to please keep it for himself, as he didn't have one and was going to get one. He insisted I keep it and take that with me too, so that I could do vlogs and the rest. He and some other friends are putting together a Kickstarter program for me, to pay for a record album, to be recorded in UK at my friend Old Boy's studio and a documentary film to be made about my life, among a couple other things. I'm extremely touched and don't know what to say. I think we'll close at that point.

End Transmission.......

Visible and The Critical List: Jews from Outer Space by Les Visible and The Critical List♫ Herpes of the Mind ♫
'Herpes of the Mind' is track no. 4 of 9 on Visible and The Critical List's 1993 album
'Jews from Outer Space'

Jews from Outer Space by Les Visible and The Critical List

Sunday, November 25, 2012

The Visible Darkness of the Unyielding Night

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

(I know Origami is up next but I was told to put that on hold, given the controversial nature of it and given it hasn't come to pass yet. I'll put it up shortly. For the moment you have another Smoking Mirrors (grin).

Well, as you know, the biggest thing that crosses my mind and puts the most copy and static on my head, is materialism and you can see it all right here. If you can't see this and if this doesn't make the point in your mind, then nothing is going to reach and move you. If you don't get this, then you truly are dumber than a rock. If you don't understand why things like this are happening, then there is not much I can tell you. If you don't understand why some people are absolute lying pieces of shit, then you probably don't get much of anything, especially when you have to take the trouble to defend something like this.

If you can't fight Satanic monsters like this, then you will never master or control monsters like this inside of you. That's just how it is. I can't be responsible for people not getting things. True, there are things I don't get either but some things I do get and you should get them too, or else, or else, or else what? Right.

The darkest and most deadly virus on Earth, besides Zionism (and that force, aspected from another section of it's operation, is behind that too) is materialism, manifested out of The Golden Calf initiative. Here are some examples in all of their ink black darkness. Yes, there are many examples and I mean a whole lot of them. The directed rage that is loose in The United States, is a clear preview of what is coming to the land of material excess; although this is a world wide problem that was presaged around a hundred years ago by Alice Bailey. It is interesting that one of the alternative media's, agent provocateurs, takes his usual disinfo stance; showing his true colors, which crop up here and there but which he generally masks by throwing out his pro-forma opposite persona, which is nothing but a mask, like Alex Jones and Gordon Duff. Of course, a lot of people get pissed off when you say these things. They have investments in these people, or weak excuses, like, “C'mon, Alex wakes up a lot of sleeping people in the mainstream, so he does some good”. Uh huh. Does that outweigh all the palpable bullshit he authors routinely, each day, in his bombastic, full bore paranoid, red-faced screaming, psycho rants? Dual messages like Alex's, invariably lead to things like this. Then they are intentionally stoked by vile rat-boys like this. They are also long term pushing it with mechanisms like this. They want that civil war and why? Because they have done so much bad shit that is coming home to roost, that it cannot be hidden anymore and they have no choice. Their very survival rests upon them eliminating the competition. The arrogance of these big multinational monsters, like My Satan is impressive in all the worst ways.

Keep in mind that this is the time of Mr. Apocalypse. His eyes are on everything and that means your eyes will be forced to as well. It's all coming out, day by day. The truth of what is going on, is galvanizing all sorts of efforts, because a lot of people are finally seeing that they are next. This is accented and amplified by other things coming to light. As it turns out, this nasty piece of business that I mentioned in the last posting, turns out to be true. Imagine the unmitigated evil of these people! This naturally leads to the natural, cosmic imperative of evil destroying itself.

Clear parallels are appearing all over the place. This is Mr. Apocalypse's doing. I realize that there are more links in this posting than I have ever presented before but all of this dovetails into the point we are trying to make here and we hope that point gets made, because a lot of people's survival depends on it and some of those people may be reading this. Some things are true and don't get the press needed and some of these things explain a lot about why the things that are happening are happening. For those with a degree of intelligence, there is a lot you can find out, if you are willing to look a little further and dig a little deeper.

A lot of nasty situations are continuing and indicating much worse for times to come. The outrage against the Red Cross, in this instance, is considerably muted by the massive appeals for sending money to the Red Cross. Before I even knew that the Red Cross had screwed the pooch on this one, I was seeing the ads for money and instinctively saying to myself, “What a pack of liars”. Meanwhile, FEMA and long time criminal, Michael Bloomberg, were also missing in action, while being praised by the captive Zionist press. There was no help coming from officialdom. Most of the assistance was coming from neighbors and those good souls who went out to see what they could do. At the same time, widespread looting and God knows, whatever other crimes, were rampant. Even the worst of the media was reporting on this. If you do a net search on this you will find article after article.

The odious influence of Political Correctness, plays loose and fast with the truth (only for scholarly and disciplined minds) and doesn't give a damn because the intent of Political Correctness is the destruction of both operative culture and civilization. This ties in across the board with all sorts of other things (How sick is all of this? I guess that depends on how sick you are), all being instituted by the same people that sit on the boards of all of the alternative sexual movements. This is going on at all levels and because of the relentless brainwashing of Satan's chosen children, no efforts of significance are working to counteract this demonic garbage. This all represents the tastes and interests of those at the top of the perverted pyramid of elite control. In the UK it's truly over the top and this is a multi-pronged effort in all of the Crown Colonies. In the US and UK, children are regularly taken away from heterosexual caretakers for all kinds of specious reasons, while same sex applicants simply cruise through the process and the tactics at work are truly despicable. I'm not going to link everything but if I mention something, it is because I have already seen it time and time again. Forums tell you what's going on in the minds of the public, both vested and objective, both informed and uninformed, on and on.

Insanity is breaking out all over the place. Can you imagine what is going on in The Shallow Graves Department, under the radar, in the deserts and basements of The Great American Nightmare? Consider all the forces at work, in this time of Mr. Apocalypse? Mr. Apocalypse does not just uncover things; he 'forces them' to the surface. This means that all that dark and unresolved crap, in people with undisciplined minds and unexpressed passions, birthed by polluted imaginations, under the cloud of runaway materialism, are being pressed out into expression. This is not a good thing for the people manifesting it and even worse for the people it is being manifested on. This is not just the time of summing up, this is also the time of breaking out, in relation to the weakest chain in the link. Those who have not done the necessary work on themselves, in former times, are going to find themselves in the uncharted territory of the unknown self. We have inside us, everything noble and great, as well as everything dark and dreadful. Only a doomed fool, fools his or herself. In times of unbridled materialism, the tendency to fool yourself is great.

We've been waiting a long time for the long overdue judgments on the Kissingers, Rothschilds, Rockerfellers, Soros' and sundry. They are not alone, the majority of Wall Street, The City in London, the movers and shakers at the corporations, the vultures in the courts and the brutal orcs in law enforcement ...and there's more. There's the muttonheaded sheep and all the Dudley Do-Rights, who do wrong and don't know the difference. There's the willing canon fodder who think going to war is romantic, until they blow away their first unarmed family, or see their comrades shot to pieces by people protecting their homelands, against vicious and better armed assailants and then getting all outraged about what they so richly deserve to have happen to them.

Everything is upside down and backwards these days. The common man and woman is being relentlessly manipulated, through appetite and ignorance by the same trolls who have been at work, breaking every law we rely on to define us as civilized. Something has to change. Many things have to change and they will. They will. One of these days some big surprises are going to render us speechless and that time is in the event horizon, as I write these words.

End Transmission.......

Visible and The Critical List: Jews from Outer Space by Les Visible and The Critical List♫ I'm Rich ♫
'I'm Rich' is track no. 9 of 9 on Visible and The Critical List's 1993 album
'Jews from Outer Space'

Jews from Outer Space by Les Visible and The Critical List

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Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Banker Nations, Thug-life Brutalization of Civilization

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

The collective stink of greed, money and blood, is stupefying. I do not enjoy the smell of this toxic waste, burning in the morning. It should be clear to anyone, who deserves to live past this day, that it is of signal importance to control the information media, if mass murder and rapacious, grasping, evil needs are your agenda. That 96% control of the media comes in mighty handy. Although the artistry is lost on me, I suppose one must call it artful; the way that Israel can shamelessly present herself as a victim, while mercilessly slaughtering the poorly armed resistance to her genocidal frenzy.

The agony of the irony, that these mercenary thugs have no actual connection to the land they squat upon and which actually belongs to the people they are destroying, is matched by their ridiculous claims of Semitic heritage, which they are not in possession of but... their victims are. Their victims are.

Given that there is a paucity of sane and rational minds, let us consider what a sane and rational mind might compute, given the evidence of what Gaza IS and what Israel IS. Let us present the Cliff Notes version of what is, understanding that most other versions exist, for the purpose of their complexities concealing the truth; an international gang of bankers, along with various criminals from other persuasions of practice, along with a collection of feckless, compromised politicians, passed the Federal Reserve Act of 1913. This initiated a slam dunk control, incrementally accomplished, over the most powerful nation on Earth (militarily speaking).

This set the stage for a World War, for banker profit and profit there was, for bankers and those so Rogered accordingly, though not so vigorously Rogered as the lump and prole. Then a period of drafting and infernal blueprinting went on, which led up to, the intended and orchestrated next World War for banker profit. Following this monstrous bloodbath, the internationally scattered, but linked, bankers put forth the proposition to Money Central, (which put Roger into penetration mode for the usual political and religious leaders, bent over before him and crying out, but not in unison (with varying levels of volume), “Do me”! “No, do me”! “Do me first”! “Please, do me, do me first”!) that this collection of Ashke-NAZI bankers, should be allowed to return to their non existent homeland, presently occupied by the original inhabitants, in order to create a Central Banker Nation, Crime Syndicate from which to rule the entire world (although, they might not have put it exactly like that).

The most powerful country in the world (militarily speaking- and at that time, economically as well) said, “Hey! Why not”? Actually, they said, “Hey! Why not”? a result of the country they won their independence from- but never actually got- telling them they were, “good to go”. So, it followed that a bunch of Mongol Turks, or Turkish Mongols, as you prefer, were permitted to mislabel themselves into world culture, with a false gene marker that identified them as Semitic, which they were not. It's a lot like that HIV thing, in more ways than one. This done, they were suited up in phony personas that gave them some kind of small print rights, to claim what is, way euphemistically, called The Holy Land and then to drive all the other inhabitants off the land, except for the ones they killed and whom they continue to kill to this moment.

This international banker, crime nation has been exterminating the lawful occupants of the land they seized for some decades. They are now quite impatient because, as far as they are concerned, they have a right to everything from the Nile to the Euphrates. So they engineered an attack on the most powerful country on Earth, who is also their chief defender and financial tick-hog and then used their control of the American political system and world media, to sell the blatant lie that the act was performed by Muslims. This made it possible for them to then orchestrate wars against Afghanistan, Iraq, Libya, Yemen, Syria and HOPEFULLY Iran; in order to get all this real estate, which this most miniscule number of the human(?) population so desperately needs, for reasons known only to them.

In the process of all these low jinks, this crime nation, has pretty much destroyed the western financial system; not forgetting all of the attendant corruptions, of all other systems that made doing it possible and which they are also responsible for.

While all of this dark, monster shit, has been going on, they have looted the financial resources of many nations and recognition of this has been slowly coming to the surface of public attention, into the minds of those who operate in these areas. This accounts for all of the distractions that have been going on. These are devised to take the public's attention, off of the severe Rogering that it is experiencing at the hands of the ones who have been looting and pillaging them, ♫Rape and Pillage! Rape and Pillage! Let's go out and burn a native village. You can't have one, you can't have one, you can't have one without the other♫

That was the Cliff Notes version of how it is, with the exception of a couple of truly monstrous concoctions that one is not allowed to discuss but... you know what those are AND... so does Mr. Apocalypse, as he goes about tapping things and then turning on the gas chromatography-mass spectrometry feature in his walking stick and sticking it in places where the sun don't shine but where the sun should most definitely shine ♫Let the sun shine! Let the sun shine in!♫ as provided in concert with Lady Nature; then comes sunlight as the best disinfectant. Mr. Apocalypse has got himself a LABRADOR. Good doggie!

As much as demon science has messed up the landscape, there is no denying that nothing can remain hidden, other than the ineffable, in the human pursuit of discovery. This means that time is a critical factor for banker nation. All of banker nation's, thug-life brutalization of civilization is coming up under the microscope. We are in discovery mode! Unless you have your head up your ass AND I suspect, you will discover that soon enough as well; speaking in olfactory terms, the comparative scents will, no doubt, provide an 'aromatica horribilus' to the discerning connoisseur. Yes, Virginia, something did crawl up in there and die. Lordy! I don't know what that is but I am going in the opposite direction. Can I get a sachet? The vapors! The Vapors! I swoon.

Thank God I got out of that paragraph, oh, “The horror! The horror”. Where the fuck is the white wine and cheese? “Who knows where this is going to end up” indeed (be sure and click on the video). Yes, people. Well, you got your white wines and you got your 'is it white' whines and no doubt, Mr. Symbiosis knows sumpin bout dat, says Visible.

So now, it is the outworking. This is another feature of Mr. Apocalypse's job. When Mr. Apocalypse taps on something, it outworks. That's not the same as out-sourced, though, no doubt, many will wish that they had done so. The beauty of Mr. Apocalypse is in the pressing forth, of all those so engaged in the schemes of our time, so as to let their ugly flowers blossom.

By this time, any fool should know (who, me?) that Howdy Doody, Bwak! Bwak! Obama, is backdoor compromised to a T. No one, in the position he is in; meaning, President of the United States (and all it is supposed to stand for) would permit, assist or tolerate (by this time) such heinous and vile behavior, as we presently are seeing from Banker Crime Nation. “IsraHELL has every right to defend itself against these obstreperous women and children”. Yes, our hood ornament, president, the bobbing Nodwell, who represents the late great, bloated states of a crumbling republic, says, “Yowsah! You mow dat lawn!

Brothers and sisters and those of you who have abandoned the premise that such relationships can exist, this is the outworking of the indwelling evil, being forced out into manifestation by the one who is going to kick their asses. First off, their criminality, I guess, must be demon-strated for all the world to see, so that there shall be no equivocation about what is what and who is who.

I know that you do not hear me; you talking heads, you many, many enablers, you sundry scamming for a bigger paycheck and a more insulated zone. I know you don't hear me, you muttonheads. I know you don't hear and you don't see, although I know you do hear and see but would rather not. It goes contrary to your principal motivation; 'take care of number 1'. I know you got your poses together and I know that many of you are already engaged in dissembling and reinventing yourselves, just in case it don't turn out the way your paymasters intend, well... you've been having your run for awhile. You've been watching them mow the grass. You've been having cocktails on the lawn and complimenting these diligent gardeners, on the beauty and righteousness of their endeavors; these oppressed few, who through the centuries have been so injured and tormented and are now surrounded by their enemies and like Tony Perkins, at the end of the movie, “Psycho”, you can hear them saying, “I wouldn't even hurt a fly”.

Yeah, ya'll bought that ticket to the VIP lounge. You took the front end and gave everyone else the back end and now you're high profile, your name in lights; people talking about you, going here, going there, doing this, doing that. All the recognizable actors are going through the motions, raising disingenuous to an art form. King Toad Kissinger's hanging with Robert Kraft at The New England Patriots game. I may need to find me another team but it's not the player's fault. It's just a game anyway but... this other, that ain't no game. You play you pay, sooner or later. Lie to yourself all you want. Lie to everyone else too. Shape the news and information to suit the man who pays you to do it. What? Now you won an award? Well, you get right up out of your seat son and go up on that stage and claim it. There are going to be all kinds of awards coming, let's hope you enjoy them when you get them.

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Visible and The Critical List: The Pope of Rock and Roll by Visible and The Critical List♫ Too Old to Rock & Roll ♫
'Too Old to Rock & Roll' is track no. 2 of 7 on Visible and The Critical List's 1987 album
'The Pope of Rock and Roll'

The Pope of Rock and Roll by Visible and The Critical List

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Saturday, November 17, 2012

Kali Yuga Twilight in Skank Town

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always search out the truth until the plug uglies go into oblivion and may you know the difference, since you have two nostrils.

When, in the course of human eventual intercourse, it becomes necessary, to calculate, who is the giver and who is the taker, who is the passer and who is the receiver, who is the villain, who the assailant, it is because some specific somebody is doing what they usually do and if we had had any brains we would have dealt with this the last time, we gave our full measure of devotion but probably because we didn't have LSD then, we fucked it up big time. We should have already known somehow from earlier times given our contact with you before and whomever you were then. Anyway, here they are again. This is what you might do when you are a psychopath. You go up to your brother and you punch him in the face and then you run to your mother, screaming, “Mommy! He hit me!

You have to wonder about things like this. I'm up around the corner from Sherlock Holmes in terms of deductive reasoning; given that inductive factor. It does seem strange that a busload of young children, in this day and age, in broad daylight, can motor right up on the tracks and get hit dead center like that; given what's all of a sudden started going on right over the water, right over the border. I'm catching coincidences of late, like a seal in a sardine factory (don't ask).

Then, at the right moment, The Twitter Twat comes along and blows her kazoo and probably everybody else in the room, unless there's nobody there. It's an ill wind that blows no one. Though there will be a whirlwind that shall blow many things away. Skank Town appears to be a high market commodity these days. I guess if you have a whole lot of money or power and operate anywhere, around or 'under' the Washington Beltway. This is what you are looking for, or what you get. I don't know how it all works. What I do know is that I would not have sex with any of the ladies in this paragraph and have done better than that all my days ...and still do... and have no power and no money. There must be a God. This being because I was given the eyeballs by which I can tell, if ye be Lord Dracula's daughter or no, mon. Holy smoking centipede shit! Beauty is truly in the eyes of the beholder, That is, if Eric Holder hasn't taken away your vision rights.

I can't figure out if it's no class, or no taste. It can't be intelligence, can it? If it is intelligence and has no class and no taste then that would explain it. It could be a dietary consideration that accounts for the fact that purportedly uptown people suddenly start drinking Thunderbird wine and spending their nights in Skank Town. Even Donald Trump has way more taste than this and I know I got better taste than Trump; better hair too and mo betta mojo also.

It's Kali Yuga Twilight on this dark deceiving evening, my children and Kali night be coming. We're way past Halloween, even the calendar can tell you that much. I got that last Ikeandtinatinerary from Da Huffington Post UK. Whot! The Huffer has gotten all international-eelyees and you know that lady don't own that 'paper' anymore?

You see what happens? When thing's happen? The corruption has ♫gotten to the point, where it's not fun anymore, I am sorry, I'm going to fly away, what have I got to lose♫ It seems that this corruption is endemic, bone deep to the place where the sun don't shine.

How is it possible, in this day and age for so many missiles to get endlessly launched into abandoned territory or the sea and on the weird occasion when it does hit what they call white people, it's just collateral damage and otherwise it's mowing the lawn? The Huff and Puff Post has got that alternative integrity that, were it a pair of Levi's, or Wranglers, if you prefer, I don't care either way, they would be made out of pleather.

I'm twice past half-convinced that this whole circus has to come down and I am sorry for the elephants and the other critters but not so much for the clowns or the rest of the spectacle. GMO bread and smoking mirror circuses, are not my idea of a good time. Economic implosion is coming and western culture is going to look like a souffle that went wrong. Of course, if you do not know how to cook maybe you don't know a souffle from a Twinkie and your Creme Bruelee is now sailing on a moonless river, more than half aft gang aglay. What I am saying is we are living in the meringue and that kind of shit burns. That should be simple physics but I'm a retard with only one left foot so...what do I know?

It would not hurt my feelings to see Kim Kardashian and all the rest of the shameless wastes of space enjoy their coming flambe but I don't like to think about those kinds of things. Still, I can hear the voices crying. I swear I can hear them. They are crying, “Help me! Save me from these evil people!” I lay in my comfy bed of a night and I know there are those who have no comfy beds and I have been there too and may be again before I see the gates of that castle of my dreams.

I fear that doom is soon to come upon so many people, who are relentlessly pursuing their idle dreams of this and that in the meringue, with the chocolates on their pillows. I am one man. I cannot accomplish this effort on my own. Thankfully I know there are brave hearts out there, in the gathering darkness that will not fail in this time of dreadful trial and I am struck down in wonder day after day at the beauty and recognition I catch in the occasional eye. I am often alone, just as I am at this moment and I always know that I am not alone and have never been alone but...

Ye fiends. You princes of darkness with your attendants, suckups followers and hangers on, you are truly alone though you may not know that you are. You ride the high hog of personal consumption, seemingly invulnerable to anything that might impact on your pressing needs and you got all the time in the world and no time at all. You publicly murder, torture and oppress a people that you are the superimposed counterfeit of, while you live on their land; the land you forced them off of and you laugh about it. You boast about how you control the United states of America and much of the rest of the world. You think you are gods but you are not. You are demons in human skin and when you are gone you will be past remembering. You will be a black hole of nothing in your own private hells and public eternal hells with your kith and kinder and kin. This is the irresistible result of anyone and everyone who ever cared nothing, for anyone but themselves and had the temerity to boast about what you have done. You put your own words into print, so that the world could hear them. There is one who will not be mocked and I speak for him and I am not alone in that.

Your day has come. Your day has come. Judgment day is upon you and not only you but every rat-tailed traitor to the human race, with no conscience in their hearts and your mark upon their face. Justice might be swift at times and sometimes overdue but... justice always comes and now it comes for you.

There are green fields that have yet to come and people who will take their leisure in them. You will not be among them.

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Visible sings: 911 was an Inside Job by Les Visible♫ Good News and Bad News ♫
'Good News and Bad News' is track no. 9 of 10 on Visible's 2002 album
'911 was an Inside Job'

911 was an Inside Job by Les Visible

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Mr. Apocalypse is not Looking for a Little Head

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

Michael Rivero had a link up yesterday for a petition that should be signed by any right thinking person. As I was signing it, a light bulb lit up over my head and I thought, “Ummmm Hummmm, let's see if I can do this. I could. It turns out that all you need is 25,000 signatures and The White House has to respond. Ergo, Starfleet Commander Visible has posted a petition at and he is asking you to sign this important document, whose time has most definitely come. I almost did when the thought entered my head. This is the kind of proactive citizen involvement that we need. I didn't realize until I had finished writing it that I only got so many characters. I might have phrased it a little differently but... it's what it is. Hopefully the readers will make this thing go viral. If you know anyone who has traffic and might post something like this, please send it to them. Maybe you know somebody who can give this thing legs; what the heck, arms too and a head up top, so it can stand by the side of the road on Route 66 and jump up and down and wave its hands. I'd like to see that. I think you would too.

I don't think there is any doubt that Mr. Apocalypse is the hardest working man in show business. He's sort of a combination between Fred Astaire, Michael Jackson and James Brown. Get down with your bad self! Better yet, get down on all the other bad, self absorbed selfs. Things keep getting revealed that were formerly concealed and the pressures are on all over the place and directly leading into certain inevitabilities. You can get a sense of where things are heading by watching the coming attractions. The future advertises itself, if you're paying attention. Otherwise, it smacks you in the back of the head, to let you know it's in town. After all, the future has to do with you, one way or another, so does the present and the past. People tend to live more in one of them than the other, which is unfortunate because only one of them is actually here. It's easy to get confused about that though because there's so much evidence of behind and ahead. There's no future in either though, without the affirming resonance of the present.

Now, one of the reasons that Mr. Apocalypse is like Michael Jackson is that he moonwalks. Even if there is no moon, as my good friend Michael attests, that doesn't stop Mr. Apocalypse. Mr. Apocalypse moonwalks into the past. That's how you do it. That's the only way to effectively get into the past and see exactly what happened and what didn't happen. As far as what happened, you can see that cause it's right there. As for what didn't happen you can see that because it isn't there. So Mr. Apocalypse taps the things that happened with his walking stick and he also taps the things that didn't happen with his walking stick and both of them light up with whatever the truth about them may be. Mr. Apocalypse is going to tap every one of us on the shoulder and light us up too, and reveal whatever the truth about us might be. That can be a very good thing or a very bad thing, or it could be a mixed bag, like one of those Planter's nut samplers, or maybe even one of those Walt Whitman samplers that's got all kinds of wilderness and dead leaves in among the chocolates. You can learn a lot from dead leaves. You can also learn a lot from dead people. Like it says in the pathology department, “Here the dead teach the living”.

People might tell you that all murder is bad but that's not true nor comprehensive. There are things inside of each of us that need to be killed and knowing what to kill and what to nourish, can go a long way toward putting you on friendly terms with Mr. Apocalypse. That's something you want, something highly desirable, though some of us might be unaware of it. Some people might think you can get on good terms with Mr. Apocalypse by offering him a blow job but they would be misinformed. No blow-jobs for Mr. Apocalypse. Mr Apocalypse has got a significant other for that kind of thing. If you come around talking to Mr. Apocalypse about a little head, he might well shrink yours.

Generally Mr. Apocalypse does not walk around with a smile on his face. This is because of the things Mr. Apocalypse sees every day. These things tend to put Mr. Apocalypse in a grim frame of mind. If you had to see the kinds of things he runs across every day, then you would be in a grim frame of mind as well, maybe. It depends on your sense of humor. Seen from a certain perspective many of these things can seem comical. Mr. Apocalypse is less likely to be amused because he is required to act on these things. We generally are not. This does not mean that Mr. Apocalypse has no sense of humor, quite the contrary. You will find that he has a rich sense of humor that is pregnant with irony, to which he gives birth, out of a hole in the top of his head.

Mr Apocalypse is not like us. Heck, most of us are not like us. We just play a role in the movie of life. The thing with roles is that they automatically result in specific destinies. Mr. Apocalypse has got something to do with all of that. He knows what every role is likely to result in. Many of us do not. That can be unfortunate. Mr. Apocalypse has a particular kind of awareness. He sees things as they really are. That can be dramatically different than how most people see them. This can also be unfortunate. We need to borrow Mr. Apocalypse's sunglasses cause when you have those on, the sunlight impacts on everything in the environment and lights it up as it really is. You really want a pair of those sunglasses. They're like the ones in the movie, They Live. The remake of that should be out soon and it is probably going to be well worth seeing, because Roddy Piper won't be in it, I hope. Now some of you might be fans of Roddy's acting chops. I am not. I believe he is not a Stanislavski graduate. Not that I have any interest in Stanislavski because I am not a method actor myself. I am an actor though. We all are.

This world needs to change and it is going to change. There's no two, or even three, or four ways about it. There are a lot of reasons why this world needs to change. One of the reasons is that it can't keep on going the way it is. It just can't. I'll tell you why I want it to change. I have several reasons but one of them might not occur to most people as a deep and compelling reason. For me it is. It's about the death of manners. The disappearance of courtesy and simple spacial awareness gives me a heavy heart. I miss the presence of manners in a way that impacts on my life very significantly, more so than I would ever have imagined. I see them missing on the highway. I see them gone in the supermarkets. I see them absent on the sidewalk. I miss them terribly. Manners makes life something very different from what it is these days. I try to employ manners wherever I go but I am not 100% successful because there is such an absence of manners. I was in a pub briefly on the night I returned from the UK. It had been a high wire trip and I wanted a few beers to decompress with. They were just the ticket too. There were a bunch of locals at a table behind me and the venom coming off of one of them, literally turned me around to confront him. He was glaring at me. I looked right into his eyes, searching for the meaning. I did not find it.

I am often surprised at how many people know who I am. I am connected to one of the old families around here and who, in times past, had an impact on the town because they owned a large nursery and attended to the gardening needs of the whole area. We live next door to the richest man in town because he was close friends with the former man of this house who is no longer around. He's an interesting fellow. It's not that big a house and he is worth millions. He has a roofing concern and also builds houses. He owns 20 or 30 houses in this town and rents them out. He's quite elderly now and quite a horn-dog still, which I find amusing. He has manners, with the possible exception of when the horn-dog is on the prowl. Older people have good manners much of the time, younger people do not but I certainly notice when people have manners. It makes them stand out. They are generally accompanied by a positive mien and a willingness to see the good in others, even the ability to see others and to recognize them as members of the human race.

As I said, I'm well known here by my associations but... on the other hand, I am unknown and considered strange. There is a large Christian missionary operation here. They send people off to mess with the heathens in Africa. They got a lot of money and they run a school for Americans in Europe and people send their kids there from all over. Somehow they know about me but I don't know how really. Once I was in the town square and they had opened, that very evening, a little coffee shop and they were inviting people to come in. I was standing there with Susanne. It was a warm summer night and we were out for a walk. One of the men operating this coffee-shop, slash, eatery came over to me with a smile on his face and invited me to come inside. Another man spotted him talking to me and he hurriedly came over and drew the man aside. I don't know what he said to him but that was the end of our conversation and, I suspect the end of the invitation as well. Several times I have had conversations with people from this group, in supermarkets mostly and they are quite friendly and want to know what I do. I tell them I am a writer and a recording artist, which probably is an inflation of what I actually am and they talk about getting in touch but they most definitely do not. Yes, some kind of word is out about me but I haven't done anything I know of, except play in a particular club on occasion and sometimes have a beer or two somewhere with a friend. People give me odd looks all the time. I guess I'm strange. Maybe it's the manners, or the lack of them somewhere else.

I hope Mr. Apocalypse brings manners back, along with gratitude and a certain awareness in people concerning their dignity. I surely would like to see that. I have some friends of Indian extraction, from India, directly or by ancestry and I love being around them. They have manners and it makes Love and understanding possible. A heart absent of love has no real reason for beating.

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Visible sings: My Sunglasses by Les Visible♫ My Sunglasses ♫

My apologies for this post being rather disjointed. I was trying to say something and never quite got there.

Radio show is trying to find the time to happen, I'm guessing sometime today.

Sunday, November 11, 2012

The Little Brownnosing Chipmunk from Don't Give a Shit Central

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

We've all seen the little brownnoser chipmunk that could. Some of you have seen the touching photo galleries, with the little brownnosing chipmunk, standing alertly, but not forgetting the genuflecting posture and obligatory lean-ins, while intimately chatting with Dickhead Cheney, Darth Rumsfeld, Little Georgie, Shortpants Bush and assorted vile characters. The little brownnosing chipmunk, is right at home among the nastiest collection of psychopathic Zionista tools that we have seen in many a day. He knows his job is to flash that chipmunk smile and give that perfunctory, bobbing head nod that says, “Yes sir, lie, kill, destroy, wave the flag and see if I can stick my rod into that warm American pie before the canon fodder hits the mess hall.

It was a no brainer that a Peter Principle, Mattel doll general would matriculate beyond his job description, whatever the Hell that actually is, into the soft leather, human skin, executive chair at the CIA. We know that what's desired is a rubber stamp bozo to carry out any and all actions, no matter what they are, against anyone that the Zio-Ogre, Stool Sculpture deity, Crime Family wants hammered, specially renditioned, tortured, decapitated, or generally disappeared in any number of awful ways, as a lesson and example to all those nations accused of doing what was actually accomplished by the people that The Little Brownnosing Chipmunk works for. There are a lot of departments and agencies, at Don't Give a Shit Central. Havoc has been cavorting around the globe for many a year at the whim of those who don't give a shit and what are you going to do about it?

I think a lot of what is going to come up on The Table of Tomorrow, is going to be somehow hooked in to the missing German gold and other missing gold; never underestimate the potential for greed in a banker. There comes a time when the epidemic crime game simply goes too far and something has to be done, because finally the situation has come about that no one can live with, except for a small handful of black hole entities, walking around with nothing but a toxic emptiness, where their soul might once have lived, but no trained and titled academician, no armchair metaphysician and no theoretical mathematician, can compute or show exactly when that went missing. Maybe it was never there. Maybe these creatures just climbed out of a pit on the day the world went wrong and never looked back. What do I know? I only see what I'm shown.

Dark, dreadful, disgusting and depraved, they walk among us. They are replicants that mimic the human condition but their actions show there is nothing human about them. They've lived in a fabricated zone of exceptionalism and self conferred superiority. They claim they are special. They say God said they were. One thing we know by now is that God; whoever and whatever that might be, never said that. The guy from the bad place, pretending to be God, is the one who said that. You can identify anyone by what they do. All the arguments and rationalizations, about why they had to do whatever they did, are meaningless chatter worthy of a chipmunk, sitting on a dead log in a woodland filled with weasels.

The world and all the bad cultural experiments of the moment are in terminal free fall. It's cosmic crash and burn time. The official program of the movers and shakers, is being laid out for everyone to see; not that most people want to see anything, besides a bucket of chicken wings on the coffee table, during those marathon, TV watching eatathons. Seeing comes with implicit responsibility. Therefore, not many people want to see because they might have to do something about it. What Political Correctness has given us is a deep uncertainty about what is right and wrong. No one with anything invested in this bad fairy tale, virtual reality culture, wants to be painted as intolerant, or engaged in a suppression of rights that have been officially translated, from previous wrongs, but are now a part of the whole spectrum of what's allowed and the point and purpose, is to allow pretty much anything and vigorously pursue any fool, of any age, who has some kind of personal objection to any of it. I can hear the hand on the flushing mechanism of the cosmic toilet, jingling the handle. People are having a high old time down in the bowl. They're racing around on Jetskis and laying out on plastic rafts with a cold one. Collectively they have mistaken the florescent light in the bathroom for The Sun, the same way they have mistaken false hierarchies, for real hierarchies and the endlessly revised scriptures, for the timeless and vibrating internal word. In their world, Jesus Christ wears a t-shirt with some kind advertising on it, like “don't get crucified by the competition, buy a Nokia smart phone”. Of course, a phone is only as smart as the person using it but don't get me started on what happens when technology continues to advance and the moral capacity of the user does not.

Yeah, yeah, Visible, I've heard all of this before. That's right and you'll hear again. All these entries are not specifically for the days on which they appear. If you've got all kinds of enemy submarines, cruising around in waters, where they don't belong, you need to keep dropping depth charges, until the contents begin to float on the surface and give evidence of some kind of victory because victory is imperative. Things cannot continue to go from one depravity to ever greater depravities. The time is long past when there remains any question as to what these creatures are up to. Their stale excuses and hand wringing, victim games are not playing in Dubuque anymore. The recent electoral joke in that travesty of a democratic nation (which is actually a republic), has put paid to the general enthusiasm for being relentlessly lied to.

I suppose we all know that whatever this thing is with The Little Brownnosing Chipmunk, is not what it is made out to be because none of this shit is anymore. It's like that false cover of a sexual offense, for Julian Assange, where this Warhol double brings to the intelligence community the same thing that Warhol brought to the art world. I still get people defending him and sometimes only because he is Australian, like maybe he's some kind of soccer player. What he is is a disinfo shill and anyone who hasn't tumbled to that yet just doesn't want too. It's as if celebrity now confers an automatic suspension of right and wrong, because celebrity grants a pass from the ordinary judgments that attend ordinary people. Rob a liquor store and get 20 years. Rob ten thousand people for a collective 20,000,000 dollars and don't go to jail at all. Be a TV celebrity and molest hundreds of children and they will wait until you are dead to say anything about it. Be nineteen and have sex with a 16 year old girl and get 20 years. The double standards and hypocrisy suck all the oxygen out of the room.

All over the planet there are little brownnosing chipmunks and Assanges, in all the places where the necessary lies get delivered from. As long as you are inflexibly stupid, the lies will arrive to define your condition. Over and over and over, you're rolling in shit and thinking it's clover. The boys in the back, are now planning the schedule, for the new list of outrages that will be the hallmarks of this coming period. That will be set off against the chickens of karmic feedback, returning to their roost; all those ugly actions that have led up to these ugly actions yet to be executed. The karma is now greater than any steps or strategies that can be taken or thought up to avoid it. There's not a damn thing evil can do to continue to perpetuate. It has reached that stage where it has no choice but to destroy itself and that means all of the practitioners turning on each other; at least that's what I've been told.

The main thing most of us are missing, are the positive aspects, that are rising up in the midst of of all the nasty crap we've had to wade through so long. We get fixated on the negative and forget to ♫accent the positive, eliminate the negative and don't mess with Mr. Inbetween♫ There really is a new world coming. That's just how it is and how it always has been at the end of any age. Most times that new age is a mixture of good and bad, sometimes it heralds great destruction and the emergence of unique conditions, not previously seen before. It's good to keep in mind that we are in a time of tremendous and revolutionary inventiveness. We are entering into new frontiers of consciousness, as well as new frontiers of all kinds, due to technological breakthroughs. Those with broken moral compasses, will not be able to find their way to whatever this is going to be. It feels like some number of parallel worlds will all emerge at the same time and your magnetic resonance will determine what world you will find yourself in. There will be portals and gateways, just like there are now for those who can see them. We think because we can't see something that it's not there. We have no idea of the power of our imagination and imagination is not simply about imagining, it's about the ability to see what is there before it arrives, as well as to be able to see what is obscured from the dim site of the mortal eye. Meanwhile, no one has to die, you only have to change. Change is the eternal constant and you die when further change is no longer possible for you. Yeah, metaphysics again but I suggest looking up the meaning of the word. How often do we take our assumed interpretations of a word as the sum total of it? Very often it is not.

None of what I am saying to you is speculative. You can find corroboration all up and down the ages. How many of us have read any amount of the biographies of exceptional people? Those can be a real eyeopener. There is so much we do not know about their lives that add tremendous significance to their accomplishments. Be confident and strive relentlessly. You only fail when you give up, with the exception of that special giving up that you get informed in advance of. Stay frosty.

Patrick recognizes an effort being made at the comments sections of these blogs and says he'll put your name in as the author, if you want to let him know who you are.

(scanning... scanning -THUD, head hits the table)

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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'

About this song (pops up)

Not Politically Correct by Les Visible and The Critical List

Radio show is now up.

Anyone who has been thinking of giving me a couple of hundred thousand dollars, or even helping to make this something we have access to, should get it in gear now; speaking of a community. If you've got more money then we should look at this. And Susanne said she wanted me to put this one in too. Sooner or later the cosmos is going to open the floodgates so that we can get down to the business of living well as the best revenge. I'm sure you can all imagine what it would be like to sit down to the dinner table or kick back in the rec room doing whatever but certainly sharing laughter and where the only tears come from laughing too hard. I know you're out there and I know you have the money so, I'm putting it out there. Of course, that means you would get to live there too. Heck, if someone even had a significant deposit I'm sure we could wing it. I know all kinds of ways to make money, given the personnel and I can just imagine what the rest of you are capable of; keeping in mind that none of us are lazy and are simply thrilled to be passionately engaged in making things happen- nothing like it for those with the natural enthusiasm for whipping around in full engagement and who get the power, poetry and joy of communal efforts for all the right reasons. How fine it is to be on a working team!