Escaped Wage Slave: September 2026

Saturday, September 26, 2026

1000 Woke Images

Honestly, I only got to 400. That's all I could take. Most, if not all, are Photoshop, AI, or whatever image generator used. Remember: People images are not people. They are images.

Powerful agit-prop, nonetheless.

A small sampling:

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Thursday, September 24, 2026

Devil Music, Like Momma Said

Footnotes From the Memoirs of Billy Shears: Part 1 of Many -Hear the Story Behind the Beatles' Story

Footnotes From the Memoirs of Billy Shears: Part 2 of Many -Hear the Story Behind the Beatles' Story

Footnotes From the Memoirs of Billy Shears: Part 3 of Many -Hear the Story Behind the Beatles' Story

Footnotes From the Memoirs of Billy Shears: Part 4 of Many -Hear the Story Behind the Beatles' Story

Footnotes From the Memoirs of Billy Shears: Part 5 of Many -Hear the Story Behind the Beatles' Story

Footnotes From the Memoirs of Billy Shears: Part 6 of Many -Hear the Story Behind the Beatles' Story

Footnotes From the Memoirs of Billy Shears: Part 7 of Many -Hear the Story Behind the Beatles' Story

Footnotes From the Memoirs of Billy Shears: Part 8 of Many -Hear the Story Behind the Beatles' Story

Footnotes From the Memoirs of Billy Shears: Part 9 of Many -Hear the Story Behind the Beatles' Story

Footnotes From the Memoirs of Billy Shears: Part 10 of Many-Hear the Story Behind the Beatles' Story

Footnotes From the Memoirs of Billy Shears: Part 11 of Many-Hear the Story Behind the Beatles' Story

Footnotes From the Memoirs of Billy Shears: Part 12 of Many-Hear the Story Behind the Beatles' Story

Footnotes From the Memoirs of Billy Shears: Part 13 of Many-Hear the Story Behind the Beatles' Story

Footnotes From the Memoirs of Billy Shears: Part 14 of Many-Hear the Story Behind the Beatles' Story

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Escaped Wage Slave: Coveatles

Escaped Wage Slave: Beatle .img Dump

Escaped Wage Slave: ...and not just 911..

Escaped Wage Slave: Fohn Fennon

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Wednesday, September 23, 2026

I Feel Your Pain

The Great Resistance by Miles Mathis (edited)

September 20, 2026

resist.pdf

EWS in highlight.

No, this isn't about the political resistance—the fist in the air. It is about the human resistance to all things new. And the inability to listen. Escaped Wage Slave: RESISTANCE II

Just as people have no appetite any more for anything but sugar-coated fatballs, they have no ability to listen to anything but themselves or to some sexed-up propaganda, delivered at top volume from a flashy 60” screen by spooky trolls. Nothing else registers. Yes, they pretend to listen to each other day to day, because you have to get by, but it is all rote and nothing sinks in. They are just passing time until the CIA ice-cream truck arrives with sticky treats. Try playing music to these people.

I have never had much interest in psychology, or what passes for psychology, since—like economics— it tends to be bloviating misdirection. Pages and pages of nothing. A real understanding of human psychology doesn't come from theories, it comes from studying human action and interaction. Humans tell you who they are and how they think by what they do. Freud, and resulting Pop Psychology, is a smarty-pants way of putting people down, always dismissive. I'm not sure that is what people need at this time.

In my personal experience, what they generally do is yak endlessly about nothing, while immediately shutting down anyone who says anything the least bit different or interesting. That's why their ability to learn is almost zero. Miles, did you write this sentence especially for me?

People seem to be bored with their boring existences, which—you might think—is why they like to go to movies. They want to be told an interesting story. However, I can tell you that is not the case, since I have an interesting story to tell and no one wants to hear it. My story over the past two decades is far more interesting than any Hollywood movie, and true, but I can't get the first words out of my mouth in person before someone talks over me or shuts me down. My story conflicts with the running tape in their heads, installed long ago, and it has to be stopped or the pain starts. Yes, I deeply know of what you speak.

So much so that I have pretty much given up trying. It has been like that my whole life. But occasionally I get high-spirited enough, like today. My nuclear architecture cards coming out is a big deal, and I guess I just wanted to tell a real person, face to face. So I chose someone at the local pub with beaming eyes and open face and tried to tell him who I am. Down deep I knew it wouldn't work, but once every few years I have to try. Escaped Wage Slave: HOORAY FOR APATHY II

It didn't work. The little G-men in his head wouldn't allow it. What I was saying just couldn't be true, so he assumed it wasn't. No way some guy in the hinterlands at some small pub, also giving away kittens, could have such a story to tell. And if he did, it all couldn't be allowed to proceed, not even for a moment, not even for fun, since it might jeopardize the script. Teacher might find out and cancel cookie hour. I don't have a doctorate degree. I must be stupid. Can't possibly know what I am talking about.

You will say his doubt was understandable, and I see that, but if I had been him, I would have listened to the story anyway, whether I believed it or not. Not everyday you hear a story like this, true or not, so just shut up and listen and see where it goes. You can jettison it on the way home if you don't want it. I have listened to many longwinded boring stories at pubs, including this pub, since that is part of the human experience. What I wouldn't give for an interesting story. Can't say I have ever heard one, to be honest, but I listen politely. So you would think people would be starved for a story like mine. Nope. They have an endless fascination for the trivial and inane, as long it is releasing from their own lips, but no interest in the substantial, when coming from someone else's. People are far more polite to the mentally challenged than they are to me. The Down's Syndrome boy tells his story while I have to keep quiet. They would rather talk to a dog.

...Some will say that is the problem: I make the mistake of trying to converse with bar patrons on serious subjects, instead of intellectuals in an academic setting. Seems valid at first, except for one thing: these “intellectuals” have shown no more interest in the new and interesting than the least educated drunk. Their only interest over the past century has been in protecting their funding, which has required a new Medievalism of stasis and protection. The only group that has shut down all serious conversation more viciously than the bar crowd is the ivory tower crowd, so you can see why I would be trying to talk to Joe Sixpack. Joe may be a big dope, but at least he isn't a slimy creep, shutting down all of history to benefit his portfolio and that of his slimy cousins. Call it like it is, MWM. I'm grateful for all you do.

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Escaped Wage Slave: JFK 55*

Escaped Wage Slave: Bff Reports ... 004 Hand Shake*

Escaped Wage Slave: 238,855 Miles

Escaped Wage Slave: JFK 60*

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Tuesday, September 22, 2026

Wesley says... 106

1) The most un-accomplished are the biggest complainers.

2) Step back. Listen. Do you realize how much Death reporting is in your media sphere?

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3) Have you noticed people's skin is turning grey?

4) Hunger is human equality.

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5) I wish people would stand on their hind legs.

6) Ten straight years of hatred and outrage directed at him; he sure does get whatever he wants.

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7) The great majority of modern women are rude and ugly without a drop of love in their souls. It is no way to go through life.

8) Drug addicts act like children. Grow the fuck up.

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9) I have a personality. It's a liability.

10) I can feel the breeze from the SouthSide. A September Swoon is in progress.

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Escaped Wage Slave: Wesley says... 105

Escaped Wage Slave: Wesley says... 104

Escaped Wage Slave: Wesley says... 103

Escaped Wage Slave: Wesley says... 102

Escaped Wage Slave: Wesley says... 101

Escaped Wage Slave: Wesley says... 100 WhooHoo!

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Friday, September 18, 2026

ENERGY VAMPIRES

ENERGY VAMPIRES

THEY ARE EVERYWHERE

GRABBING A FACTOID

EXPANDING THE TRIVIAL

THEY NEED YOUR PERSONALITY

DON'T HAVE ONE OF THEIR OWN

OPPUTUNISTICALLY NOT DISMISSIVE

NORMALLY FLOATING ABOVE YOU

VIEWING YOU AS UNNECESSARY

"MY FRIENDSHIP IS DEPENDANT ON

HOW MUCH DIRT YOU CAN GIVE ME ABOUT YOURSELF

SO I CAN TELL MY FRIENDS, YOU KNOW,

NOTHING PERSONAL."

IGNORING PEOPLE IS THE WAY TO GO

THEY ONLY LIKE THE DIGITAL KIND

BLOOD AND BONE IS A LIVING THREAT

THEY HAVE TO BE ALIVE IN FRONT OF YOU

WHEN THEY WANT TO BE DEAD

LOOKING AT THEIR PHONE

SKIN COLORED RESEMBLING A CORPSE

OF WHICH NO ONE HAS EVER SEEN

ACT LIKE ROBOTS WILL BE REPLACED BY ROBOTS

AND A NON-HUMAN ENERGY SOURCE

DELIVERING THE POWER

FEW SING NONE DANCE

'TOGETHER' - WHAT A QUIANT WORD

UNSMILING EYES SUCK THE LIFE OUT OF ME

MY WORDS THROWN BACK IN MY FACE

MY REQUESTS UNHEARD

MY NAME FORGOTTEN INSTANTLY

INTERUPTED MID-SENTENCE CONSTANTLY

IF I JUST PANDERED BETTER I'D GET ALONG

EVEN GETTING ENTERED INTO THEIR PHONE'S DATABASE

THEN I WOULD BE SOMEBODY

ENERGIZED

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Escaped Wage Slave: I HEART 5G IV

Escaped Wage Slave: THE GOO ZOO II

Escaped Wage Slave: CELL PHONE II (w/feeling)

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Tuesday, September 15, 2026

When I'm King* II

ATINSIUS VOX STEPADUM BOX BUBBLESUM SELTZERUM PANTALOOZIUM

Translated for you barbarians: A little song, a little dance, a little seltzer down my pants

THE GREAT HODAGINIAN SPEAKS:

DEMS DA RULES

First violent felony, a man gets his balls cut off.

First abortion, the woman is sterilized.

Theft - starting with your little finger, one segment in the paper cutter will be trimmed with each offence.

Kill. You will be killed. Maim. You will be maimed.

No usury, no lending. When you are born you are endowed a million dollars on your 18th birthday. When you die, the bank account is zero. When the bank account is zero, before death, you become a debt slave, answerable to anyone and their commands. You will live a life of cleaning toilets til death, if lucky.

Do all the drugs you want at any time in any quantity. The results are yours and yours alone.

If the word is 'public', it means 'free'. 'Private' means out-of-sight. It is yours. You represent yourself wherever you go.

"Everything is relative. There is no objective truth." You will be tolerated, but scorned. Compassionate help and condescending looks will always be available.

If someone even sees you with a gun, you can be shot dead with no repercussions for the shooter.

All schools, libraries and museums will be available at all times, but not required to be used. People are allowed to be as stupid as they desire, as today.

Trucking, warehousing and distribution will be done from sundown to sunrise.

Walking outdoors is encouraged.

We shall be recognized by the call and response

- c)8675 r)309 e ein

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praying, praying, praying... send money, money, money

These rules, concepts, ideals and commands may change at my whim. I am the King, THE GREAT HODAGINIAN, after all.

For now, let them be chiseled in stone in an undecipherable glyphic runic language and stored in a cave, let's say, in the Incas. I always wanted to go there.

MARTINISM

Escaped Wage Slave: MARTINISM

MODERN MARTINISM shall be the moral and spiritual guidance reference for all my gruntled subjects. Disgruntlement will not be allowed under my Sun and Moon. Find the solution and fix the problem yourself, I say. These tenets may change at any time, shall I remind you? I am the King, THE GREAT HODAGINIAN, after all.

House Rules*

Escaped Wage Slave: House Rules*

In your personal life, HOUSE RULES, is the go-to. Hasn't changed in a couple thousand days. Good foundation.

THE GREAT HODAGINIAN endorses Cockwomble Societies, Men Only political parties and any health care non-AMA related. Apathy is his passion. Own guns, as many as you like, THE GREAT HODAGINIAN will not shed a tear over your untimely shooting death.

I'm Baaaack II

Escaped Wage Slave: I'm Baaaack II

Cockwomble No.2? II

Escaped Wage Slave: Cockwomble No.2? II

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I was formally blessed with all powers of Zeus when he placed his hands on my head while on his deathbed and Z said the magic words. I have those powers, but I prefer not to use them. Don't push me.

Also, I received the blessing from Mr. Bill Monroe, the Father of Bluegrass, after Ricky Skaggs and before the Master went to his heavenly reward. So, I got that going for me, too.

Do not be afraid. THE GREAT HODAGINIAN is your King.

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