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.


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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”? ...as 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 whitehouse.gov 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

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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'

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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!

Thursday, November 8, 2012

Time like a Ballerina, Dancing at the Bottom of a Lake

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

Once there was a mirror that was bright and clear; a bright and shining clear mirror that accurately reflected what was presented in front of it. This was in a time when material culture was secondary to spiritual culture. As we know, cultures degenerate the longer they are extant. This has proven out over time in many cultures, most of which are no longer with us for that very reason. Now we live in a time of smoking mirrors, smoke filled mirrors, that no longer accurately reflect what is on the other side of them, unless it is bent and filled with smoke that is the resonance of the ascent of material culture. Truly, virtue blooms, here and there in the wilderness, in abandoned lots, anywhere that it can ...but there is far less of it than some of us would like and too much of it for others. These are times of self interest, acrimony and payback. This is the way that those who have shoved and elbowed themselves into the leadership behave.

With insanity epidemic at the top, it should come as no surprise that madness is going nova below, attended by ignorance walking alongside of it. Not a day passes when you do not see multiple expressions of these and other things of similar kind. Some might say that these are signs of the total breakdown of the old structure and that they indicate far worse conditions and behavior to come. I read it differently.. I see it as the external manifesting of a long standing imbalance that has finally reached an untenable state and is now consuming itself, in preparation for the flowering of things held in abeyance, until the times have made right for them by the destruction of all aberrations and entities that have obstructed them.

The election period looks like it's got Mr. Apocalypse's footprints all up and down it's back and that's in more ways than one. Meanwhile, irony drips down the walls of these changing times and backtracking for a moment into the previous sentence, one can't help but be a little amused at the consternation of the megalomanical cinderblock heads. It sure does look like the ingenious sense of humor of a certain party (which has been regularly mentioned here) is at work and increasingly more so as time goes by.

There's some kind of a patchwork duality, now in operation all over the place. Bright spots of transformation are showing up all over the place, even while the same mendacious shit goes down, as if it were approved by Reader's Digest. Here at the blogs I've been seeing some pretty fierce critiques of late, couched in names that could be anyone ...but giving the appearance of being someone whose been around and has my best interests at heart. Of course, anyone who had my best interests at heart, who wished me well and wanted to get a useful idea across to me, wouldn't use the language they do the way they do and would put in in an email but... I guess the prevailing opinion among them, is that I won't get this and will simply react from undisciplined emotions, which is not my first course of response. Even when I am responding strongly, I've thought about it first and keep whatever it is within the parameters of the particular blog, according to long time standards, or lack of them (grin).

I've noted in these days of vacuity and the reflex worship of the superficial that people attribute their viewpoints and motivations to others. They just assume that people are operating on the same wavelength and prone to the same appetites and desires that run their consciousness. That would be the case, more or less, with everyone being ruled by the same entity but... definitely not the case with those wearing the sigils and symbols of another state of being. This is why embracing deception, for the purpose of self interest, eventually leads to ruin. The truly unfortunate thing about this is that you can't tell these people anything. If that were possible, they wouldn't be in the state they are in. It's not just from other people that we learn about the error of our ways, if in fact, we do learn. We learn it from the consequences of our actions, if in fact, we do learn. Quite often, the consequences don't show themselves until a long way down the road and I suspect there are reasons for this. There are other ways to learn about the error of our ways. Some of us are actively engaged in seeking out whether or not there is error in our ways but since that definitely flies in the face of self interest, only those who are willing to sacrifice self interest, in exchange for the fruits of true self interest, are likely to realize any profit from the matter.

I know it perplexes you as much as it sometimes does me, how certain people, that we know to be highly intelligent, well educated, powerful and successful, can be so blind to the terminal course they are set upon. Don't they see? Have they no moral compass? Actually, either they don't or it's broken and they broke it. It got in the way. Mark Twain wrote a wonderful short story about the murder of conscience. I don't recall the name of the story at the moment but you can surely find it with a little due diligence.

When I was in the UK, I took note of the seemingly well set up status of any number of people. I noticed the surface patina of people, on the service end of the economy, who were programmed to be helpful but whose tolerance, in respect of how far they might have to go to really be of service, was pretty limited. I often notice the surface presentation of people and also note how little it would take to enrage them, trip the fear button, for any number of reasons, or activate the survival nature. I try not to deceive myself about this. I know that most people just play along, putting up a front, behind which squirm any number of bestial possibilities. A lot of men find out what they are capable of when they get into a war zone. They find themselves doing things they never imagined, or did imagine but which they hadn't measured in terms of its effect on them. We learn things about ourselves that we never suspected and certainly never wanted to find out. This is one of the reasons some people drink so much, or lose themselves in one loop or another of distracting passions. It's pretty hard to gain forgiveness when you aren't inclined to extend it. Many doors swing both ways and the simplest and most enduring wisdoms seem mysterious and incomprehensible to those who remain a mystery to themselves.

Many people are thrust into life and telepathically invaded by all sorts of influences. They never take the time to make a serious study of themselves. They just want to get by. They seem to believe that certain very important things take care of themselves but they don't. You definitely have to be proactive because the influence of certain forces and the operations of the world are geared to hold you in thrall though the course of your life, until you suddenly find yourself at the end of it, wondering what happened.

♫There's something going on here but you don't know what it is; do you, Mr. John Doe Jones♫? I guess I say the same things over and over but I'm at a loss as to what else to say. To me these are the most critical things in the world but you don't find that to be the case in the world generally. You find parodies of this in religions, which are distorted and out of focus, just like the mirror being discussed earlier and they are like that for the same reasons. Every minute and every day of your life is very important and especially so it you measure your life in minutes and hours and days. In that case you are serving a life sentence. Children don't measure their time that way and that is why Summer lasts so very long and why their lives are filled with newness and fascinating things, or they use to be. One of the main thrusts of darkness, in these times, is to destroy childhood. Programming is the thing. Programming is good for commerce and control.

Why would the federal government be so obsessed about keeping marijuana illegal when they are protecting the opium fields of Afghanistan at the same time? They are aren't they? They engineered that war for just that purpose, along with geopolitical advantage. Hundreds of thousands of people die every year from prescription drugs and alcohol. How many people die from marijuana? Now, I don't smoke marijuana but that's not the point. I've come to appreciate other comestibles over time and eventually I won't have any use for those either but... that is also not the point. Just what is the point?

There is something wrong with the thinking processes of most people and -usually- you don't suddenly become right in the process of doing things wrong. You have to unwrong yourself first. In many cases, wrong has all the appearances of right, though people know at a deeper point inside that they are wrong, even if they won't admit is and that is why they get so angry when someone points it out to them. If the majority of the world is wrong in many, many ways that puts those who aren't wrong in a bad light. Who wants to be portrayed in a bad light? Only the very committed don't care about this. We find that those who are successful in life are almost always very committed and this means any kind of success at all. There are other reasons why people might be successful but, in many of those cases. It presupposes an earlier commitment that put them where they are.

Steady as she goes my friends. Steady as she goes.


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

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