Frogs on a Slow Boil and Stevie Spielberg's Candiru Christmas.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

It's getting deep out there. I'm afraid Wellingtons aren't going to cut it any more. You need full body suits, scuba gear. Don't even think about snorkeling. Now here's a tasty little item from one of the departments that manufactures bullshit, as one of its main industries. Note how they mention they have tracked hundreds of millions of dollars to countries where so called terrorism occurs, which might be true if the U.S. and Israel were making war on them. The one country in The Middle East that could well be getting money from these operations -and probably in the billions- isn't even mentioned.

Of course, all of this takes place because the world's super power is a gangster state and Howdy Doody, or the African American equivalent of Bozo the Clown, if you prefer, takes his marching orders from the people who give him money. The same people who make it possible for Bruce Springsteen to get his money and which probably explains why he can't write worth a damn anymore. Money will do that to you. It was certainly appropriate for him to do a 'haunting version' of “Dancing in the Dark.”

These people are all powerful, seemingly, on the world's stage at the moment and it's all about the money and who controls access to it. One of the head people over at The SEC said that no one would prosecute Goldman Sachs or any of the other mob operations and in return, they expected high paying jobs once they moved into the private sector. How nice.

Freedom of speech or holding opinions that run contrary to the Entertainment and Government cabal, run by the same people, immediately shoot down anyone who steps outside of their margins. You will note a bit of dreadful irony in the last paragraph of this article about someone being 'greenlighted'. Um Hmmm if you step on anyone's sacred frogs, anyone with a lobby, you're in the crosshairs. The head of one of the more prominent pro-obesity organizations said, "I'd be up in Barkley's face in a heartsbeat about this but I can't get up out of my chair." "Please help me, I've fallen... and can't get up cause the floor gave way and now I'm lying in the basement." Gee I guess I'm not very politically correct am I?

The truth of the matter is that nearly every organization that purports to work for human rights, or any dysfunction wide enough to have a lobby is run by the same people who do this precisely to protect themselves from the consequences of their crimes. At one of the flagship Zionist universities, they are bringing diversity to a whole new level. You can see where this is going and you will note the comments made by the spokesman for the Satanic Temple. He said something about not believing in the supernatural; pray tell, why do they have a temple then? You can pretty much say anything these days and no matter how transparently false, hypocritical or contradictory it may be, there are a lot of people that will believe it because? Because they are dumber than a rock. And as long as you are a member of a much publicized victim minority group you can say anything and it will be perfectly fine. On the other hand... well, there is no other hand is there? Of course you only need one hand for certain activities and I think that would apply here. "Looks like it's you and me again tonight, Rosencrantz."

Here's a more or less humorous piece on the affair. It also makes good points that I wanted to make. Since Harvard is a mostly Tribe centric operation these days, it stands to reason they would want to get their deity out there at some point.

A reader chimed in at the most previous blog posting about how they were talking about things that were going down and ran into ridicule and general scoffing at their conspiracy mindset. That anyone, just about anyone can't see what's going on by this point, is proof positive that something really bad has happened to them. I don't know if it's invisible radio waves, microwaves, or cellphone towers. It could be in the water or something in the air. Whatever it is, it's potent but... it has no effect on some of us. Curious.

There's something going on with the announced withdrawal of Russian troops from the Ukrainian border. I don't know if promises were made this way or that way but... once again, events pull back from the brink. It could be that the world isn't set just right for their nefarious agenda yet. They want a Satan's temple in every municipality. They want a much wider implementation of alternative sexual philosophies and practices. They want a much greater percentage of the population reduced to extremity so that they will be blindly obedient in their need. Then again, maybe not. There could be all kinds of reasons. Meanwhile... the tone has changed again today from yesterday; expect anything! Did the step away from the border? Did they not step away from the border? One thing for sure, ZATO is a pack of lying thugs and so is the government they installed in The Ukraine so... expect anything!

A slight digression for those of you who like to lecture me about Putin and put words in my mouth and who think I go around with a campaign badge, on my chest) with Putin's face on it... I don't know what's what or who's who. Believe what you like. If I have indicated a greater affection for Putin than the bloodstained Zionista agents who abound in these times, it is because he is killing much fewer people and actually trying to stop people being killed and he's stopped the gay war on children in his own country. We are on the same page he and I, more so than I and otherwise ...but still not nearly as much as 'I and I' in attentiveness and allegiance.

Apparently they just found a million more holocaust survivors living in the Brazilian jungle and Steven Spielberg is flying in to frame up a movie construct. They came to the attention of the media when they sued the Brazilian government for selling fruit to the Nazi regime during the Second World War... oh... about 70 years ago that ended. They are demanding the city of Brazilia for residence and ten billion dollars in repatriation monies. It seems that the jungle mosquitoes were looking out for them until now as a matter of professional courtesy. It's always nice to see harmonies develop between different species with similar appetites and practices.

The sheer volume of nutjob antics in operation is impressive (to say the least). Whether it's Lindsey Lohan understudy Miley Cyrus with her achy breaky brain farts. The incredible photographic embarrassment of Zionist owned U.S. Congressmen meeting with Pussy Riot; the tawdry tale of Sterling and Stiviano. Then there's Mossad agent Lewinsky, whining about her deep nobility during the time of her staged crisis and whatall that I couldn't be intrigued enough to read more of. All of this superficial used toilet paper is designed to keep the attention off of things like this. Yeah... it just goes on and on and on.

I want to say that I would be just delighted when this Chinese Water Torture entropy, of one slow moment after the other, dripping down into a bottomless well, is over. Then again, that might not necessarily be good news. I guess we'll just put that in the 'be careful what you wish for' file.

The whole thing lurches from side to side, like some drunken behemoth who was also huffing paint. No one seems to notice it much because they are instantly intoxicated when the monster breathes on them. It's a big monster and it's breathing all over the place. The air is filled with the fumes of its discharges.

Oh... the agony of the wait as the heavy metals dance of time, baby steps its way into the darkness like an ancient Chinese lady with bound feet. If ignorance could be put on a gauge you could actually see the needle move because, sometimes it looks like it is moving like Usain Bolt. I got one word for you, Reality TV (pun intended). I don't remember from where or when all these people came from. I don't recall them always being around. I don't recall them being stupider than a potted plant; indifferent to the world around them, indifferent to their own survival, as it may hinge on the world around them, indifferent to the gruesome, capital crimes of their leaders. Day by day they lower the bar. They must be halfway to China by now. No miner and no creature known has been as deep into the darkness of the Earth as they have and they accomplished it with simplicity by just lowering the bar every day.

Quite often I think of them as frogs in a pot being brought to a slow boil. There is so little one can do because if you tell them they will "turn again and rend you." You can 'cry out to deaf heaven with your bootless cries' for all the good it seems to do. I'm not meaning to take anything away from the awareness and engagement of the divine in human affairs but it surely seems to be that the divine has decided events must just take their course into whatever earthshaking and powerful lesson it all leads to. I get the sense he/she has said, "I'm washing my hands of this whole sorry affair. I have run out of comparisons for dumb and clueless. Nothing quite gets it anymore. It has moved beyond description." That's probably not the divine speaking. That's probably me.

They just discovered another ten million holocaust survivors living half a mile beneath New York City. They came to public attention when they sued The Congo, Rwanda and Cambodia for the use of the word, which apparently they say is trademarked for their exclusive use both in the experience and the application of it. Steven Spielberg will be heading there after he gets done in Brazil. We're hoping he runs into an orthodox sect of candiru while he's riverside down there. Maybe he can make a movie out of that.

I've been feeling extra sensitive all day. Maybe it's a bleed off of the massive sensitivity that is everywhere to be found concerning anything anyone wants to feel sensitive about. I guess the important thing to keep in mind is that no one is going through all this sensitivity for no reason. There are serious, serious bucks involved in being sensitive and making everyone else feel sensitive so that you can behave in the most desensitized way possible, without fear of repercussion.

Faith can be a fragile thing. We hope for a better world and we expect one too but we see the venal parasites at the controls; their police and prisons, their armies and the unnumbered dead. We wonder at what it will take to bring us past this dead zone of hungry zombies. Will some messiah come down out of the heaven's and transform hearts and minds instantaneously with immeasurable power? Will some version of space brothers appear and simply take the power away from the criminals presently in charge and do whatever needs to be done with them? Will natural disasters of global scope change everything in all necessary ways? Is it something else? Will it be something else? I simply hope and believe but have no compelling vision of what form it may take. Somehow it works out and we find ourselves somewhere else. That somewhere else will be based upon the collective works of yours truly (whichever of us that refers to) during their tour of duty on spaceship Earth.

Karma, destiny, direction, aspiration, talent and ability, ambition and whatever it is you have come to love, either through extended contact or spontaneous combustion; these all add together to forge the environments and circumstances you pass in and out of. Every one of us is sitting at a command console, with the opportunity to chart our course and steer our saucer pod to whatever Loka or Hellish region we are attracted to, regardless of whether we got taken in by the adverts or not. We are daily engaged in the creation of whatever new world we are set to enter upon, whether that world was there before and only about to become new to us, or whether it was sprung full blown from the forehead of some archetype; whatever...

I tossed this complex salad today to point out a few landmarks on a particular walking tour we are all embarked on. Maybe you know the meaning of life and death and don't have to whistle past the graveyard and maybe you don't but you can definitely, most assuredly, make contact with one who does. It's up to us and whatever level of incandescence we put out (through faith, certitude and determination), who it is we meet up with and who it is we develop a relationship with and for how long, how deep and whether it is one of animosity, indifference ...or true affection. Right now, right this minute, our fate is being decided. Everything flows out of the present. We can get up this morning and say, “today, my life changes for the better, in ways I was unable to imagine before. Today... a true prosperity in all good things will descend upon me and be directed toward me. Today... I am brand new.”


End Transmission.......

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