God Poet Transmitting…….
You’ll notice that Kalifornia and other locations… with a certain amount of brainwashed progressives… continue to beat the transgenderizing drums for early-school years sporting competitions, and... in whatever area of the culture it is needed, and... where some Monsanto product for the mind and heart can be squeezed or sprayed, it will get squeezed or sprayed because... that is what the people who represent the people say the people want. This is because sexual dysfunction and sexual excess are sure and certain guarantees for the enslavement and destruction of the country in which they are practiced and promoted.
Once moral lassitude takes hold, and degeneracy becomes a common and accepted theme, the barbarians will begin to gather outside the borders or... inside the borders if they happen to already be there. Like magic, Huns, Vandals, Saxons, and other reavers and mayhem artists begin to appear. When you lose control of yourself, someone… or something else… will become your master, and that is a hard row to hoe. I’m speaking in the past tense here, I think.
A certain demographic parasite that is much worse than the Huns, Vandals, and Saxons, does the early work of destroying the principles that kept a nation upright. They remove important pilings from the infrastructure… and attack, and remove the foundation stones of any country that was unfortunate enough to host them...for long enough... for them to do this... every time. Next stop, Cyprus, and...
Epstein… according to Satanyahu, who runs the American government… never did nothing to no one never, despite so much proof otherwise of all kinds. Epstein is a prime example of this rapacious and destructive demographic. Although he apparently left no tracks and did nothing that anyone has any evidence of, and who… just like The Diddler… was never anywhere and doing nuffin anyone can prove. Epstein has been accused of things that never happened, so why did he not kill himself?
The good news is that no matter what anyone says, he is not dead, and… he is living it up somewhere, with full access to his money, which is still in his accounts… for some reason. Ghislaine Maxwell is presently in jail, although she might not be, and now we see that if she is in jail, there is no good reason for it or… certainly no evidence to indicate any wrongdoing on her part, so why shouldn’t she be released from the jail, which she is probably not in at the moment?
Ghislaine is the daughter of Mossad Maxwell who got blown up on his boat, which might also have never happened. Getting blown up on your boat is called, pulling a Mountbatten; in case you were interested. I think the Mountbatten part did happen because someone found one of his shoes floating in the ocean. Sometimes The IRA does good work.
So… they put the ten hours of camera focus on the outside of Epstein’s cell and… seemingly... nothing happened. Were they thinking no one would watch ten hours of Andy Warhol-like auteur-frottage? BUT… of course… some people did, and they noticed there was a gap in the time being recorded. Oops! Then again, maybe this is someone’s way of stating the obvious, and telling us that none of it was on the level, that anyone with half a brain already knows.
Simply coming out and saying there are no files and that Epstein killed himself is absolutely guaranteed to set the hounds baying, so that no one gets any sleep, except for all those people who are already deep… deep asleep.
Then there’s The Good Ship Disney, which made regular calls to Epstein Island; Da sheeep, Boss. Da sheeep!!! None of this ever happened either. What I want to know is, why they arrested Epstein if he wasn’t doing anything? Who were all these hysterical women and whoever else there was that talked about things happening to them that never happened? Are they getting treatment? Some of them are dead, so… at least they got some form of treatment.
Eventually… as with all things... temporarily in this particular time zone… it all somehow circles back to Trump or whoever is pretending to be Trump at the moment. More and more… he reminds me of one of those air-driven dancing figures that you see outside of tire outlets. He bounces whimsically up and down, and if you come up on him suddenly and haven’t been paying attention… it could be startling for a second or two. I don’t know if that means anything, but... I needed a segue from the tire stores to The Sidewalks of Reality that you might have heard about, but... you will never see around these parts.
There is this thing about Trump that does not add up. For years, a lot of heavyweights tried to bring him down. He was investigated over and over. They found nothing. Finally, they had to make things up. It seems to me... if there was something there... they would have found it. This is what I don’t get.
Meanwhile, all the stuff that used to happen, doesn’t happen anymore, it’s all a bunch of new stuff and all the stuff that Trump was talking about at an earlier time… well… a lot of that hasn’t traveled well either, and... despite the big song and dance about illegal migrations, he is deporting fewer people than any of his predecessors, even with all the hoopla, and people in uniforms, and Crocodile Sing Sings. It’s a cartoon, isn’t it?
From one day to the next, you can’t tell if The Deep State is finally weakening, and putting up one last desperate effort to stay in charge of The Shadowlands OR… if they are now stronger than they ever were. The Buttfucker Clown Show is still going great guns. Sometimes it seems like the whole country is greased up and waiting for its turn… individually and collectively… in the barrel.
There is zero spiritual energy in the air, and that’s not a good sign at any time. I think it might have a lot to do with us giving Satanyahu massive bombs to drop on people starving to death... in an already blasted landscape, and the president and Congress, and the courts... just sit back on their fat cottage cheese asses, looking like a Madeleine Albright cheesecake shot... for people who have lost all sense of beauty and grace in form. It makes you think that maybe 500,000 dead Iraqi children were worth it, so… why not let's go for The Trifecta?
There are still quite a few Palestinians left (for the moment), and doesn’t the air smell fresher with all the ethnic cleansing that’s going on? It’s a little like Springtime in Hell, isn’t it? Madeleine was an AshkeNAZI Uberstompingfury, and so were Wolfowitz and Pearle. They always seem to be around when a bunch of people have to die a gruesome death... to appease the demons they use... to cloak the consciousness of all the waddling Donald and Daisy Ducks who make up the hoi poloi... lumpen prole contingent... of the American can-do (but would rather not) public.
The thing is… the sleeping classes are not all dead and gone… yet. If some force were to arouse them, it might be possible to take a fire hose to the nation’s institutions. It might be possible to raise the tattered sails of this rudderless ship of state, and sail off into a new awareness of something other than the shit-for-brains… plodding… mind-deadening tread of zombie sailors on shore leave... drunk on petrol fumes… and being carrot-and-sticked along after Little Debbie Cake wrappers dancing in what’s left of their minds. Nah… I’m dreaming.
It’s a hard thing when your faith dies. Fortunately for me, I never placed a great deal of faith in humanity, but I’ve got plenty left for the invisible guides and lurking shepherds. They wouldn’t be there if there wasn’t some possibility of awakening… somewhere on the road ahead.
Trump was going to do something about a whole lot of things. Then… his handlers stepped in and told him, “Right turn, Clyde,” or “left turn, Clyde,” or… something. Anyway, he swerved into the trackless wastes off of the side of the road, and then there was no road, just Trump running on the fumes of self-importance; damn! I feel good! I think I’ll go make a speech. Where’s my secretary! Yeah, call Bloomingnightshadeberg and get me some marching orders, I can’t just sit here like the last guy. It has to at least look like I’m doing something, no matter how pointless it actually… turns… out… to… be.
It’s a good thing that the functioning of The World does not depend on the inhabitants. It would be much worse than it is. I heard some moron talking about how Christ liked to hang out with the publicans and sinners. I think the person talking was some kind of fruit fly looking to explain why sodomy should be in The Sacraments.
Christ did not hang out with the publicans and sinners because he liked their company, you retard. That was where the work was. He didn’t need to fix the other people, except for the hypocrisy and resentment, but... there are (for me) plenty of good reasons not to want to hang out with the unrighteous, or the self-righteous either. BUT… that was/is Christ’s thing. I’m not knocking him. What I do notice is that there are way more people who are easily as messed up as they were the last time he came through here, so… good work! Making a difference just hits the Mr. Feel Good Button inside, doesn’t it?
I heard that we might be getting some files anyway. Of course, I hear all kinds of things, but I don’t see much. Does that mean my ears are working better than my eyes or… does that mean I keep hearing things that aren’t real, and… which subsequently... never show up in my sightline?
You know, these are the times when you can imagine drawing a Roman bath and making a few cuts on your arm, and… all the bad things go away. Heh heh. I don’t do morbid very well or… I do morbid really well. It’s hard to tell when ♫all your love’s in vain♫.
Seriously, though, it’s right around now, when everything starts looking more and more surrealistic, and... we start hearing about Iranian sleeper cells, that… something really big gets blown to pieces. Factor in... an archdemon from The Pit... being wined and dined at The White House, and… you can expect something dark… foul… and nasty to take wing across the land of the dull and stupid… shortly.
Of course, one can go to The Well once too often, as seems indicated by present circumstances. This looks like one of those FAFO moments in The Event Horizon. Iran is no pushover. I think they got some interesting special effects up their sleeves, AND they got plenty of friends.
Will the American public fall for the old Lucy with The Football Trick again? I wouldn’t put it past them. There is a pretty large slice of the population that is so dumb, and getting dumber that there are no longer any instruments to measure the cognitive decline. The Dodo Bird did not become extinct. It actually evolved into another life form.
There is no indication… according to appearances... that things are going to get any better AT ALL in the short term. This does not mean that I do not believe things can and will get better. I do. I just can’t see the how of it. However, no matter what, The World WILL change because change is the cornerstone of time. Change is all you get… here on the plane of temporary forms.
If you want a more lasting experience, you have to go where there are no forms as we understand them, in terms of coagulated vibrating Matter. There are always some forms… most of the way… up and down the ladder. The time frame is different though. It’s similar to traveling at the speed of light, for those who have yet to discover travel at the speed of thought, which accounts for the ability to reach the furthest star in no time at all. These things dawn on everyone at some point, or… do they?
I can tell you some of how it all sorts out; Sort... being the operative word. Those who look utterly screwed will continue to be screwed into a hole that was stripped a long time ago. Those who are observing the process, but not engaged in the screwing around, will find new holes to drill. Those without visible tools... who have their eye on something the rest of The World cannot see... will be transported there... according to ascension rites that are performed at rare intervals... in the ebb and flow of circumstance, and... which are due to occur fairly soon. If you give this some thought, it will occur to you what the results... of each of these examples... might be, and…
End Transmission…….
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2 comments:
Well Lord Luey MountB was King Sausage Fingers favourite Uncle Dicky...
Just watched 5 mins in the house of Lords speeches from frog Mackeral who swam over the Channel with Tranny Briggadeer...
A frog president hasn't been to pome-git land in many years...
They are circling their wagons, all while the masses follow the bouncing ball in Wimby-Womble town...
This is where they get cocky and stuff-ups abound!!!
Come on already!!!
Leesa
"There is this thing about Trump that does not add up. For years, a lot of heavyweights tried to bring him down."
Or did they.. When everyone works for different factions of our dark tv overlords it can sometimes appear one of them is doing something good or that another is doing nothing bad. They have very good exploding dot sized devices for the hollyweird industry than can and do make little fake wounds that appear to bleed, add in a real dead innocent guy or two to make it stick and viola. When you control the accusers and the accused you can make anything appear as if to be real.
Hey everyone we're the supposed good guys and the supposed bad guys and we make storylines that appear real just so we can laugh at you while we terminate the lot of you. The darkness within these people remains the only thing that is not fake.
They won't get what they want, but not for lack of trying nor unparalleled deception en masse.
Be well my friend!
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