Sunday, February 26, 2023

RU STUPID



PANDERING TO THE STUPID
 I'm done with it. 

 I will tell everyone I come across with a mask on "You are stupid."

I will liberally connect 'stupid' with 'nigger', 'cunt' and 'asshole'.

If someone from my past calls me, they will quickly admit I am not the Stupid One, but they were or the conversation will not proceed.

I will not accept reasons for their overweight. I will call them stupid and fat.

I will advocate for women who 'accidently' get pregnant to be killed, also.

You were born in this country healthy and you can't feed, clothe or shelter yourself, you are stupid and will not receive my help in any form.

Injecting anything into your body, circumventing your natural immune system, results are yours. You can't be more stupid.

If you expect to get the Truth from a performance artist on a screen, you do not have cognitive skills. You are stupid and I will tell you that "You are stupid."

You can win the Jeopardy championship as a man in a dress. You are stupid. You are a man in a dress.

It's lonely here. I am surrounded by stupid.

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Monday, February 13, 2023

Diversion

 ... upon orders from Birthday Boy...

DIVERSION

As the economy is collapsing, depleting your bank account, sucking dry all the pension plans, the mooks will be talking about the UFO in the Arctic Circle. 

How do you know there was a UFO?

1) The lying, sack of shit, digital puppet from the Gov/Media conglomerate on the television screen told me.

2) I live in the Arctic Circle and it crashed right by my house.

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Get into your head - there ain't no 'space'. No moon landing. No satellites. No International Space Station floating above the earth. It's all bullshit.

Satellites are high altitude stationary balloons. They come down all the time. The great air defense of the mighty USA let it drift across the entire continent.  If it was spy satellite, it would have transmitted all the info it was sent to retrieve.

Thank God, we had a 100 million dollar fighter jet to shoot it down.

TREASON EVERYDAY

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The government terrorizes its own citizens because it gives the G crime organization legitimacy. It seems people can't live without their tormenters. 'Protection racket' it is called in non-governmental approved social economics.

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Threat Stress*


LONLINESS + BOREDOM + RUMINATION = DEATH

I ran across a new term - "threat stress", that is certainly what I have had for many years. It's exactly describes my reaction to gossip, State mandates and women. Esp., women and I have to work with that anger making that energy into growth and life. I have always confronted people or organizations that threaten me. The bully has to be addressed. Isn't a mask a micro-aggression? It is to me. The imaginary ones I make up are harder to spook. Acceptance just means lonliness to me, I might as well get used to the fact I can't have a reasonable, logical, loving moment with a female. I'll keep my eyes and ears open and intend to make it happen. It's greater than a 99-1 shot. Blabbermouths need not apply.

To dwell on why I'm in WI: there are no threats here. None or nothing I shouldn't handle. I make them up. Which is crazy inside my head, instinctually survival part got me here, the over eager assistant inside my head I can't shake still makes stuff up. I'm not shedding the demons fast enough for comfort. I carry around with me a really awful person I seem to listen to too much.

We had a tough guy in our neighborhood, let's call him Joey P. I knew another side of him. He once told me how tired he was having to fight someone everyday on the way home from school. He said, "Why don't they leave me alone?" There was always someone who wanted to say they beat up Joey P., and sometimes they did. I knew him as an artist and today I can see him being a damn good tat man, but he was tough then and played the role. Even on days nobody wanted to fight him, he was always ready to fight. Such an example of "Threat Stress".

I have a lot of fight in me. I might not win many, but I get back up. My neighborhood taught us that. My fight is over and that is so hard to accept. I have few allies. I am left alone and it's hard to adjust. My heart aches, sometimes my vision and will dim. I play my guitar in order to cry, how pure joy can be so lonely. Thankfully, I think my own jokes are funny. I have observational and listening skills and tend to intuit the temperment of people around me. I'm not hopeful. No one wants to fight for/against anything. People have self-policed themselves into threatened silence. I will not obey and I'll keep pounding away on those things that are important to me, only closer to the heart. That's what I can do.

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SUGGESTED READING: The Telomere Effect - Blackburn/Epel, 2017

Green Flowers



And Then There Were Flowers – Talking Heads


Here we stand like an Adam and an Eve

waterfalls, the Garden of Eden

Two fools in love so beautiful and strong

The birds in the trees are smiling upon them



From the age of the dinosaurs cars have run on gasoline

Where, where have they gone? Now, it's nothing but flowers

There was a factory, now there are mountains and rivers

You got it, you got it

We caught a rattlesnake, now we've got something for dinner

You got it, you got it

There was a shopping mall, now it's all covered with flowers

You got it, you got it

If this is paradise, I wish I had a lawnmower

You got it, you got it


Years ago I was an angry young man

I'd pretend that I was a billboard

Standing tall by the side of the road

I fell in love with a beautiful highway


This used to be real estate, now it's only fields and trees

Where, where is the town? Now, it's nothing but flowers

The highways and cars were sacrificed for agriculture

I thought that we'd start all over, but I guess I was wrong



Once there were parking lots, now it's a peaceful oasis

You got it, you got it

This was a Pizza Hut, now it's all covered with daisies

You got it, you got it

I miss the Honky Tonks, Dairy Queens and 7-Elevens

You got it, you got it

And as things fell apart, nobody payed much attention

You got it, you got it

I dream of cherry pies, candy bars and chocolate chip cookies

You got it, you got it

We used to microwave, now we just eat nuts and berries

You got it, you got it

This was a discount store, now it's turned into a cornfield

You got it, you got it

Don't leave me stranded here, I can't get used to this lifestyle

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Thursday, February 9, 2023

Social Solution...005 Imm


 IMMIGRATION

Why have a Government of a Nation championing the idea of Open Borders? The Nation the Government represents is destroyed with such a policy, Yet we need forever more money for more government. For what? The Nation is dissovling. It's all become a mess of warring armed tribes, a basket of snakes in charge.

Let's put it on fast track. Dissolve the government. Tell the Bankers to stuff it. All regulatory bodies concerning immigration, border patrol, marime shipping, flow of good and services, let them all be disbanded and employees released. Hang the Judges.

Let us agree on just one point - We, and our descendants, want it this way for 1000 years. No turning back. Defend yourself. Work, ain't no meal ticket to be found. Get your resources day to day. Get to know your sensible and physically able neighbors, good luck on that one. I think this existence would be called Pure Communism.

After a millenium I think America would reclaim the concept of Nation. My biggest fears are they would all dress alike or someone would emerge, call himself King, ordained from God. Jeez, here we go again.

I'd still like to try.

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SUNDAY, OCTOBER 20, 2019
Social Solution... 001*

FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 8, 2019
Social Solution...002*

SUNDAY, JANUARY 5, 2020
Social Solution...003*

THURSDAY, MARCH 31, 2022
Social Solution... 004*

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Monday, February 6, 2023

Kelley's Heroes*




THE ROYALS - Kitty Kelley 1997

or The Lying Liars Who Lie in the Course of Their Lying Lives

This book was similar to the loathsome characters in Game of Thrones. I didn't like any of them though I tuned in regularly to see them treat each other so abominably. GOT was an imaginary fable, coarse, gross and cunning. The British Royals are alive mirroring the de-evolving society of the worst abhorrent behavior that exist today, unabated, uninhibited and hedonist. The French razor-ed the heads off of these kinds of people in 1789. TCB.

I only have Jackie O to go and I have read every Kelley (and her helpers, if she exists at all except as an actress) tome. Frank, NancyR, Oprah, Liz and Ms.Kit is always painted in the press as the snoopy, dirt digging, muckraking hack pop pulp screed. They are entertaining, that's it. Don't think you are getting a single fact, possibly a shade of truth here or there for narrative purposes, on her subject. In the Introduction she highlights the awesome amount of research she endured compiling this expose', including dining with Jacob, Lord Rothschild at the River Café in London. The Royals kiss his ass. He might have something to say on how he envisioned the book being written. That is some deep research, Ms. Kelley (with the Orange '-ey' at the end of her name.)


If flat out lies told from the Royal Family, each the weight of a sparrow feather, when told would be added on their Royal/semi-Royal bones, they would all weight as much as Queen Victoria. Little Queenie had a 54 inch waist and was known to her African subjects as "the Great She Elephant Across the Big Water". Di couldn't puke it out fast enough. He/she the Princess Royal Anne couldn't ride her favorite husband/horse. Prince Philp and entourage would sink the Royal Yacht Brittania when boarding. He said the most truthful things but nobody listened. The Prince Andrew wouldn't fit into a helicopter cockpit and if he did it would crash. Tough Luck Chuck, our future king, the Prince of Whales, would play polo on an elephant. Maybe the Poof Prince Edward is the most honest, not much in the book about him, but I sincerely doubt it.

I remember Mayor and Social Climber Jane Byrne (northsider and Orange) of Chicago invited Princess Margaret to a dinner at Navy Pier ballroom. All the hoity toity of the toddlin' town were there. HRM Maggie Rose shows up late and drunk as usual. During the coarse of the meal she rants on the Irish and calls them "pig-dogs". Everyone there probably agreed for all I know. What a sweet, kind, sensitive soul the Princess is. The disruption of the city and police overtime was well worth it.

See how it works?

Kelley's books always send me to the dictionary. There are so many words in this context that boil down to "Royal kiss ass" - equeery, cortier, viscount - all ready to lie for these creatures at a moment's notice. There is a Royal Butt Wiper on staff. This is how the giant leviathan of the British class system works. Employed and attached like those little sucker fish on a shark, people can't kiss ass enough. Their paltry wages depend on it. In fact, they compete to see who can kiss ass the most and deepest. Is that not a reflection of society? Oprah kissed the commoner Sarah Ferguson's ass, Why? Mutual love of money and the foolish Americans gave it to them.

I can relate to MP Willie Hamilton, 1970's House of Commons, the lone anti-Royal vote in Parliament and the pressure and abuse he took. By the late 90's he was vindicated in his opinion. On my do-gooder behalf, 'the people' don't seem to mind warfare and all its miseries. They aspire to be happy slaves. I can't change that, I tried.


I learned there are only 24 people in the world of the Order of the Garter, bestowed by the QE II. Are you going to tell me a cabal doesn't run world events? If it was ceremonial there would be a sizable club. They play Pinochle at the Clubhouse, that is what the OoftheG does.

1920's, Margaret and Lillibet were the result of artificial insemination. It seems the Stuttering German King George VI was ED, unable or more likely homosexual. Don't all these Royals seem like biological experiments? Harry, the horse groom's son, just wants be left alone on a sizable allowance from the taxpayers, of course.


After the QE II coronation in 1953 which Philip dramatically kissed ass on the QueenE II in front of new televison viewers, he pulled it off with ceremonious apolmb. After the party, he and his pals took the Brittanna - (he was promoted to Admiral but prefered Prince, not 'the Prince' of course. That would be disrepectful. The man knew how to play the game) - for a couple of spins around the globe with his pals and hired help, so to speak. That cruise went unquestioned for 20 years. Another word I learned: 'catamite' - a beautiful young boy used for sexual pleasure.

Prince Philip with his Nazi family background seems to me to be the Ethiopian in the woodpile. Deftly moved into place courting the young Lillibet by letter fom his Naval duties in the Mediterainian and advised as a young man by his adopted father, Montbatten. One can do their own research on the larger than life Montbatten. Kelley does admit to him being 'a bit of a Queen'. No, Kit, he was a sexual deviant on the highest order, an evil person. All of Europe and India knew that fact. This is where I differ with the author.

My sources are a Republican tavern on South Kedzie Avenue in Chicago. Many characters hung out there, blarney seved daily. The "Irish boy" that she mentions onboard the blasted ship was not servant help and, no, Montbatten's grandmother was not on board when she blew. His usual degenerate guests were all there. I wish I knew his name, but "the Irish boy" had contacted the IRA earlier and volunteered to be a human bomb. They scavenged up some explosives and sent him to work. And he did.

So, me and KK have a different POV on that bit of history. Good riddance. There are heroes, too bad they are always blown to bits.


Welfare kings and queens one and all, but Diana, Princess of Wales, takes the cake. Scriptwriters at GOT could not come up with a more self-absorbed venal character. Joffrey, the young King afflicted with affluenza is close. Her getting 'killed' in a tunnel heard on my car radio on August 31, 1981 immediately was a stink bomb to me. No witnesses, "Call in the LIars" media in lying overdrive, blame the non-compliant press. It was all too convenient for me and my bullshit detector, but Chuckie had the ways and the means to whack her maybe he did. She went off script. Holding hands and comforting an African baby with AIDS one day, the next in St Tropez buying $4000 shoes, I find her story cynical, tiresome and superficial. Should I repeat - Nothing But Lies - just a reflection of present American society. Several times the author describes the Kennedy's as American Royalty, I guess 'the people' love that sort of thing.

We have a coronation in May 2023, finally, all the Queens have died, only their homosexual manservants remain. The British will have a King sporting a head resembling a Volkswagen Beetle with its doors open. Charlie will be accompanied by his horseface consort Godzilla Park-your-Boat. No word on whether Randy Andy's pal Epstein will show. Wills and Common Kate and their changelings will be there and thousands of sycophant ass kissers, as well. Millions more on the telly. Harry and the maroon will be in a Hollywood homeless shelter. News at 5.

2010 Olympic Opening Ceremony

Seriously, on the importance of recognizing the significance of small words, in the King's Oath it traditionally states him being the 'Defender of the Faith', meaning the Anglican Church. The fact the Montbatten-Windsors break every moral rule of the faith, irregardless. Soon-to-be King Charles III wants to change it to 'Defender of all Faiths', including Roman Catholics. One World Religion and he will Oversee us. Disgruntled Catholics weary of Homo Pope Frank - you have found your Leader! E. Michael Jones get on the King Chuck WTF Train! Woo! Hoo! to heaven! Make sure EMJ is seated next to a Hindoo. ETD - 666 o'clock.

Kitty Kelley's sources in several places in the book make a statement along the lines of, "They are not like us." Perhaps we should find out, "Why?". The author doesn't ask.

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WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 5, 2018

TUESDAY, JANUARY 3, 2023
Greek Baloney*

TUESDAY, MAY 28, 2019
Idiot's Revelation*

MONDAY, MARCH 15, 2021
Book Review Compilation

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