God Poet Transmitting…….
One thing to keep in mind is that whether the leadership is Republican or Democrat, they both operate under a basic pretension that has no basis in reality. Republicans promote the idea that they are fiscally conservative and morally restrained. Democrats like to say they are about fairness to all, and in support of everyone’s right to express themselves, no matter how perverse the manner might be.
These are sweeping generalizations, but since both sides are morally bankrupt, sold out to the highest bidder, and constantly driven by greed and fear of exposure, we have probably been too kind.
Presently, under the autocratic imperialism of President Humpty Trumpty, all the king’s men are getting a nice piece of the action because the administration and corporate interests are sharing the space in The High Tower... among the clouds generated there... by the heat of their global ambitions, and the cooling front of their interactions with anyone who gets in their fucking way. Control of the weather is a concern at every level of operation.
At a wider reach, and that reach will go as wide as it is possible for them to reach, there are venal interests aplenty that go about in the guise of humanitarian interests, and this is only one of this season’s haunted houses.
It is easy to get into the mindset... that presidents and people of influence are generally well-meaning people with a lot of things on their plate. They have to make the difficult choices, which can be difficult for you, while only business as usual for them. The double standards at work these days are even more cynical and redolent of hypocrisy than usual, given that the public sees a lot more than they did... not so long ago.
It’s not like anything has changed or gotten better or worse; they’ve just rearranged the furniture again. This seems to work well… the routine seasonal adjustment that gives the impression an effort has been made for The Little People. These days, there are only little people and the ones looking down on them, and the reason The Little People really do look so small is that they are being viewed from an ever greater and greater distance up… up… and away.
So much money has been stolen by the criminals from that gangster nation of Israel that more than a good start might have been engineered to solve all kinds of domestic problems, but... they like to paraphrase the statement that the poor ye have always with you.
The squeaky wheel, the people who know somebody who knows somebody, the people with their hands out, and the people who want you to believe that they need such and such an amount to take care of critical need areas, are the second line of siphoning that goes on after the people who run the currency machines get their share. By the time it gets down to anyone else, it’s a lot less than it should be or could be.
If it weren’t for what is coming down the pike or around the corner of the mountain when it comes… any time now… we would all be in for a stay at The Shitburg Arms for a while because it can cost an arm and a leg to stay at The Shitbird Towers, and somebody has got to pay for it. Certain people got really rich a long time ago, manufacturing the grease that keeps The Big Wheel turning, and… all the little gears meshing and making the little ticks of time pass, with the usual thudding monotony of a day at The Motor Vehicle Department.
When the richest country in The World has one of the least prosperous middle classes, it means that someone is stealing the money. Well, on one hand… the biggest and most consistently active band of thieves for the last several thousand years has been put in charge of looking after The Cookie Jar, AND… on the other hand, the same band of thieves is making and marketing the cookies, which accounts for the taste and the lack of taste.
Right about now is when I like to introduce that specific action that helps to keep the wheels of industry and the knives of finance both turning and extra sharp. What’s that, Mr Visible? Well, Skippy, I would be talking about War. War is the main tool in the toolbox for those who are in possession of The Cookie Jar, and the source of cookie ingredients, the facilities for cookie manufacture, and the outlets that sell the increasingly more and more expensive cookies.
Why? You might well ask, do these particular skells always need a war to balance the books? That is a good one, and it is a question that has been puzzling the economists who work for The Cookie Machine people for… a… long… time. The answer… in fact… to that question is not all that difficult to suss out, not if I was able to suss it out.
It seems the problem, from where I sit, a good long way from The Cookie Jar, is that the people minding The Cookie Jar have been stealing every cookie they could manage to steal, while charging exorbitant rates for the cookies they sell, and pocketing the difference between fair and outrageous. Spoilage is another high-ticket department, too. To top it all off, they use a very creative system of mathematics to operate and explain the system they employ, and it is much harder to understand than Chinese algebra or Fermat’s Theory of Retarded Numbers.
This is the reason they needed their own country to run a criminal empire from, because you can use your sovereignty to protect yourself, especially when you have infiltrated and hijacked the governments that you have been stealing cookies from, and… employing all the other cookie math concerning.
However… sooner or later… having cooked the books of cookie transactions to the point that they are incomprehensible… if not illegible… it behooves you to contact one or many of your people... in any one of the hostage nations, and arrange for a bloody shit show to take place, and outrage the citizens to the point that a call to arms will be answered by every Nimrod… Teletubbie… and Shmoo in The Land of The Offended.
Then, while war is waged, The Cookie Books will have been destroyed by the enemy, and… since war is an economic arrangement between the various players in The (various) High Towers, except when it isn’t, (and… too bad for those not in on it), a whole new set of books will appear, and it will be wash… rinse… and repeat all over again.
Often, the architects of war, who are actually bad economists, who were made that way by their criminal intentions, will hotfoot it to another location, far away from the ruination of the country they left behind in the flames of their passage through it. Now… if you don’t know all of this already, then you are a Stupit-head (imagine you are six-years-old and saying this), and really should be reading the instructions on The Sheep Dip Machine, instead of here reading this, but… accidents happen, even if there are no accidents, or luck, or… in many cases these days… not even hope.
Well, there is always hope. Hope springs eternal, someone once said. How he would know that, I do not know, but since Hope is still around, maybe there is some truth to that.
You also know… right? You know that the people guarding The Cookie Jar, and investing in all that AI… occult tech... and mass surveillance (for your own good)… against a mysterious enemy... are actually the enemy they are protecting you from? You know this… right?
The reason I ask is because it perplexes me… it REALLY perplexes me… how there can still be people who do not see what is being done to them, and who accept every explanation from the people doing it to them… no matter how outrageous and absurd the explanations are. It begs the question of how anyone could be so stupid, BUT… mystery is always with us until we discover that there is nothing there, or no there... there, depending on what form of logic you did or did not learn.
The people abusing you are themselves very seriously disturbed people. As a physiognomist, I am going to take just one example and parse it for you. Alex Karp, one of the creators of Palantir, has a very strange and twisted infantile sexuality, which implies really bad shit for everyone else in reach, if he ever gets to expressing it in a wider sense. He wears very tight pants all the time, and when in a public forum… on various uncomfortable chairs he has chosen for the purpose, he squirms and arranges himself constantly. He cannot get comfortable (nor should he).
He is endlessly twitching and flailing about as if invisible bugs were swarming him, which I very much hope they are. There is a particular sexual perversity involving constant pressure on the sexual organs... that evolves into forms of fetishism... that sometimes goes sideways (it’s already sideways) into bolt-and-tackle (tackle?) restraints that were very popular in Victorian culture, and elsewhere, that can result in great harms to other people, should they (the afflicted) get into a position to do so.
Karp’s Problem (I hope that makes it into the textbooks one day), which is a kinda-sorta progression of Portnoy’s Complaint, is USUALLY caused by an interfering mother. You might want to see a picture. Let’s see how successful you are at finding one. Next, you should try to find a picture of his father. As you keep looking and looking, you should tumble to what’s going on at some point.
Physiognomy can get intriguing when you trace features back through their family line.
His partner at Palantir is also very troubled in the area of his sexuality, and I ask the reader to go and study a headshot of Peter (his tech bro at Palantir) and note the deep sadness and lost soul appearance that he presents. If you are at all insightful, you will see what I mean.
Basically, most of the people fucking with the rest of us are VERY disturbed individuals, and sexually bent in extremely uncomfortable ways (as they should be). If you don’t get command of your... world... below… the… waist, it will play Hell with your surface life, and everyone else’s too. You will probably find this to be one of the stranger posts I have written. It is written to provoke thought, nothing more, and…
A little background on the man in One Last Thing. If you were around back at that time, you might have known about him as Stokely Carmichael, who founded SNCC, or SNICK as it was called, The Student Non-Violent Coordinating Committee. He hung out on occasion in Dupont Circle, where I was also a regular. I doubt Stokes remembers me from that time; we weren't close intimates, and I was white, which was sometimes a problem back then. He was a tall fellow, as tall as me, lanky and very bright and very much a firebrand like H. Rap Brown, who was also around now and again. Things didn't work out so well for him. I always liked Stokes. There were a lot of hip and very smart black people around at that time, including Eldridge Cleaver, who was a most amusing fellow. I don't know what happened to the later generations. You could meet almost anyone there in those times... coming or going, (grin)
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2 comments:
If Abraxas wanted a sane populace, why did IT create hormones? Or was that the demiurge? Well, then why was it allowed for hormones to be created at all? Those things seem to be a major problem in the world. A real double edged sword. They can really inspire you to do stupid things, not to mention the expenses involved of engaging in said stupid activities.
One more thing. The populace is in part responsible for our current situation because it's so easily programmed, doesn't think of consequences, and hive minded. Well, it looks like the Piper is ready to collect its dues.
ARE WE HAVING FUN YET?
Nostrils to the sky for the post, and off to the restaurant for the holiday after a weekend that didn't quite kill me. Trying to act like a 20 year old when 63 is NOT pragmatic. OK, SO I STILL DO STOOPID THANGS! I NEVER SAID I WAS OVER IT! I just do that a little less often.
It’s pretty creepy to see what these demons look like when they take on human form. Good thing is ..you can almost always spot them
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