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The nature of "charity-work", as weighted-up vs. "THE HEART OF DARKNESS" is laughable with those non-profit foundations that host parties full of the jumpy, fine-haired, and well-spoken whom "would ever want to get the idea" that they'd want to sidle up to the darkly, authenticaly "GLAMOROUS" without understanding the sociology of wide-eyed, moneyed "avoidance" that refuses "to get down in the pit", say-- in an unremarkable locale-- whatever your breathless fantasy catered-to by organizations which themselves "don't really know how to solve the problem", but build an architecture of hawking-sorrows and roll-eyed secular-religious ecstasy upon troughs of human misery's platter while leaving "the heavy lifting to others", if even a seasoned estimation with the inability or unwillingness to tally accurate information AND MOVING FORWARD "WITH A REAL PLAN" BESIDES BEGGING FOR MONEY & PERPETUATING ITSELF, PERHAPS WITH A CAMEO SPOT OF THE RICH & IMPORTANT SHRUGGING & UTTERING AGREEMENT, "HALF-INFORMED" & FILLED-IN A/BIT BY THEIR HANDLERS BUT OTHERWISE, "PUTTING IN A GOOD APPEARENCE".

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Folks may "find themselves at a loss" between the difference of blind, "gung-ho" altruism with folks coming forward with a beseeching hand in a sepia pantsuit, and then "maybe taking a step back with shadows of doubt or lurking question or self-centeredness" and then fading further afield into the crowd's safe haven of a kind of conservative "non-commital" as ashamed as it is wary, but always guarded. Worse, if some specimen or survior "struggles to speak" as the crowd stares on oakenly "with great solicitude" and the character "pops off" with something entirely trite and vulgar and altogether human, beyond "the fan" of pretend and shifting, liquid "make-believe" quantities "behind some impassive mask" in the court of propriety and good manners.

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To think, that forces were "inadvertantly lured" up the jungle river "into the heart of darkness" of something they couldn't have bargained for, investing more & more of themselves up into a thrashing quagmire of spooked, baleful regret "when the dirtier they fought", the worst they looked in the naked aggression of raw power-politics "when the gloves come-off". The mistake is always moving into unfamiliar ground onto a guerilla fighter's "home court advantage" where he fights from the death-ground conviction of a righteous, survivalist cause and can bide his time with an intuitively-mapped territory with an array of fly-swatter traps and punji stakes laid out from a vastly more-fortified position. He, as "the hungry under-dog" has spent years building up the mentality "of the jungle-fighter" with the presumption "that he's always on watch" with his goal in mind.

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In response to Winona's video, about existentially wondering about "struggle" and where one stands upon the untested "anvil of judgement", if constantly subject to the pipping opinions of the media and entertainment class, if not a feint "din" from the public "in order to get some kind of vague impression" I would say that for being jumpy, fine-haired, and well-spoken-- I still find you "rather neat" and a delight to see. Maybe you just need an ethical and conscientious "spirit guide" to lead you arm-in-arm.

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Video games are a lot of fun, and as this article talks about-- we have tens of millions of gamers, many young people "grinding out hours and hours" on obsessive fantasy quests of a kind of lighting, ninjitsu savvy. . . . . but if you can learn "to climb up a step" and get your dopamine-kick from a hobby that's an offshoot of the genre, either mastering graphic arts or narrative form or the alchemy behind actual chemical and physical engineering which will heighten your appreciation of the senses "for the world all around you" with the ability TO KNOW HOW THINGS WORK.

Something that occurs to me, is knowing how to deliver arguments that speaks to one's "own native language" and lets folks feel as if they've "left the table with something", saving face. And something to remember, is always that need for "The Great White Hope" that looms large across many cultural translations in many variants for folks whom feel outmatched or fighting for a bit of beseiged turf "through a great need of a kind of repressed, sanctimonious symbolism" that erupts in violent blood-lust, particularly if the truth is embarassing or unpleasant in a way that would make their privilege "look even less justified" before the whip-sawing attention of the public, especially if they're beginning to leave in droves "to join the other side" in some monumental power-shift that makes someone "look ridiculous" in some kind of caricature of their worst insecurities and bitter faults and quiet hypocrisies and tin-pot folklore.

Many personalities of the 1960's, be they politicians or Civil Rights leaders or even Muhammad Ali [stinging & dancing, hip-hoppity/style]-- were very flashy and intemperate with the fizz of a very dramatic, exciting, and transformative era, as it seemed-- in the Western world-historical picture at that time, and whether folks knew enough to listen "to some old dead fogey" like Oswald Spengler with what he was pointing out, or would have known what to make of Francis Parker Yockey & "Imperium" there with a spooky cover, or alternative theories about the meaning of World War II when all folks really remembered was proud, ticker-tape parades down the streets of New York City and breathless English accents declaring "that civilization had been saved", many had the intuition that the happy & joyous narrative "of hope & change" didn't quite add up.

Whether the mob of young folks with the dark, flowing, or maybe "looser forces" of rock n' roll and liberation and gleeful, merry skipping "made it A VIRTUE" of being against you, whether or not you operated with sluggish, more slow-moving arguements "set in its ways" that THOUGHT WHAT IT THOUGHT "FOR A REASON", even if "less articulate" or swift or impulsive with the ability to dart in and tear down like a swarm of mosquitos bothering a country/western bull. Slow & steady wins the race, generally-- as most of the flashy characters smoke themselves out through some irresponsibile trajectory "shot down in flames".

To think, it's oftentimes a matter of the relationship of cellular reflex as it relates to to the conduction of heat, as related to one's local environment-- whether going back thousands of centuries into warmer climates or the denser social noise of a city with various levels of noise pollution and social discipline.

The side "with the most energy", wins. . . . . BUT NOT FOR LONG as they have a difficult time maintaining what they have with a Mongol horseman's credibility, as perchance a neo-Western spiritual rebirth would spring forth as described in "Imperium" but a little bit more mellow, libertarian, and open-sourced with the philosophy of freedom and the internet.

For instance, reading about a virtual global currency that could take off on an informal-basis, say called "Platinums" that would get around the problem as it's been for the last number of centuries of central banks basing the expansion of Western nations on some artifical inflation of credit, that mostly falls on the shoulders "of the world's working classes" who have to labor harder in deprivation TO MAKE UP THE DIFFERENCE. . . . . whether it's on the local level in the marginal service economy or the fraud known as globalism with the unintended effects of Western media and business offending the local populations and provoking radical backlash, which puts The United States & Europe at less secure footing in the world, whether or not we've been "demoralized within" to snap up and stare down our own problems "at home". Whether or not folks would begin to pay for things with their portable cellular devices, which also serve "as little computing stations" with music and video and the ability to send messages "like something out of Star Trek" as the Satellite technology improves, or maybe just the information could be sent over land-lines wherever a cash register sits across an anyonymous, decentralized network of goods & services.

The government has oftentimes funded mellow, non-profit incubators of research and development where some of our most significant advances in science and technology has come from, later harnassed for commercial uses which have filtered down to the public for more user choice and availability, if not "reverse-engineering" at this Hacker's foray of internet delight shows everybody. Is that necessarily "a liberal idea", or when you take the ideology out of it-- you can see how it can lead "to some REAL PROGRESS that appeals to everyone, when you know how to throw RED MEAT to that ole' right-wing carnivore brain WHICH I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT.

Even if you want to "quietly admit" that probably, in all liklihood, mankind throughout the centuries into the shadows of the mossy primeval did have an ancient and very integrated organic relationship with herbs and plants and mushrooms which gave his life a spiritual meaning through ritual, "perhaps a bit more buzzed" than one's morning coffee. But of course, stimulants or "rising with the sun" or altering one's consciousness with hypnotic ecstasy in the trance "of some creative muse" makes for some great artistic expression. . . . . once you figure out how to surf intuitively with the pieces of the jigsaw puzzle "coming together" AND TAPPING INTO THE FORCE, OR "MOJO". It involves losing oneself in the rhythm of process until it becomes your own spiritual essence and rootsy/tomahawk/hillside/blue-sky/race-soul/star-child/hi-ho-silver-bullet/funk-stomp. Whether it's about "losing one's petty, self-conscious ego" or just sort of intuitively KNOWING WHERE TO GO; that's the magic of being "fast" and what I'm teaching you so you can learn.

Muhammad Ali was really fast and impulsively joyous in his amazing victories and that's why millions of cowboys "wanted to shoot that nigger". If he managed to escape with his life, many others figures DID NOT.

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"An old Indian trick" I've found, as touched upon in this piece about enhancement drugs akin to a more scientific pair of Nike running shoes, is the right cocktail you'd find over time, pacing-out whatever you'd find desirable with Ginseng, Ginkgo, coffee, chocolate, a shot of "Red Bull" from time-to-time, and what amounts to essentially "a little kick of Ritalin" with over-the-counter cold medicine, the non-drowsy version in orange gel-caps while getting in some walking exercise & the right nutrition there with Resveratrol grape extract, vegetable juice, a multi-vitamin, and galic, fish-oil tabs, and "one aspirin" for all those great benefits that the health industry keeps discovering about this wonder-drug, "but fails to patent" as Mother Nature thumbs her nose "on the cheap". For comparatively cheap, "and with a little music player" as you dash around on a high-octane workout, you can vastly increase your concentration AND ABILITY TO FOCUS.

However, remember that if you take "too many stimulants at once", you'll get drowsy and fall asleep-- or if you mix Ginkgo within an hour or so of consuming Vitamin C, you'll get very tired and will need to pass-out for a while. You will also need to stay consistent on this regimen, or else find yourself getting absent-minded and spindle-brained.

Great leaders have been "addictive personalities"

1 in 5 Men "Don't Work" in Today's Depression

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Much of "the tactics" described

is pretty much outside of my

"working range" with the gutter/can

and string simpyatico/syndacationalist

simplicity of El Fascisto's Bunker outfit;

Yet if folks would feel gladly obliged to

freely distribute clips either by e-mail

list-serves or their own websites "to get

the message out" that would be fine by me

so far "as we make a difference" for a better

America IN A REAL, VALID WAY AN HONEST KID
COULD RESPECT BEYOND "SAVING THE ENVIRONMENT"

AND OTHER FUTILE PETITIONS AND/OR SCRIBBLED

SIGNATURES ADDED TO A JOURNAL ONCE KNOWN
AS "BAD SUBJECTS" WHEN THE IRONY WAS "LOST"
UPON THE LUNKING, FURROWED-BROWED HORDES

& SPRIGHTLY YOUNG JEWESS IDEALISTS WITH
WHIPPED, GRIPPED TEETH IN DEADLINED FURY.

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Usually, you find fold-out tables of

studied, conscientious, passive futility

full of young, upright liberal-Marxists

lost there in oceans of theory, forlon(e) for

"something more" and pinched-sinus gals

with a wonderful, rambling science-fiction

dynamic for Russian Romanticism secretly

seeking "the way of the warrior", "criminal",

or "bad-boy" in a way that is intellectually-

accessible to her poppy, crackling mind full

of high-frequency static of constant analysis.

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Presuming that we don't get lost to the undertow

of knee-hugging, cargo-shorts epics of Pearl Jam

"nothing-crooning" on the beach with nothing but

a seashell crawling away with creepy/skittering

legs to make our stomach crawl WITH THE OCEAN
STENCH of salt and mariner drift/wash-up or

maybe a CHOMPED SURFBOARD, might you kick past

"The Tao", embrace your inner KKKing, and do a

feat for more substantial "than handing out

leaflets" outside a frozen-yogurt shop at a

mini-mall AND GET ON THIS IMMEDIATELY.

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A Special Treat: Metropolis '84 Refashioned by Giorgio Moroder with music and colored tints.

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We live in a land, where what is emphasized "is lack-of-fixity & place" as if lost in someone's jealous, destructive chaos without true life-destiny. . . . . America & Western Civilization should-suffer like the cheap, chintzy "coin & whip" tricks of my Jewish mother "after it all meant-nothing", as if telling me "forget about her, Michael" as if I should be enslaved to a marginal life of empty, broken sorrow as befit her demented cu-koo mind and the agreement of fundamentalist "gomer's".

I think, now-- of the mass-hypnosis of The Jews carrying-on like blind, stealing, jabbering molestors of winged monkey-bats like a kind of pale, zombified, lacerating din of chaos and nonsense and fronted-attitudes, and I know that they've gotta be "broken-up" when you have the capacity to deal-death and "fall 'em" like a sniper taking-position with the rolling-cannonade of that rifle-shot's echo.

A corpse will scare them, a head now-exploded like a cantoulope splattered-down on the pavement to their horrific, spooked shrieks in the clawing mele.

The Jew can be driven unto madness by the stalking death's head.

They will be paralyzed by the gestures of "The Slaytanic".

The Ku Klux Klan here in America, at it's most-essential. . . . . was made-up of outlaw's, confederates, and pranksters whom carried-on a lot like Pantera & their roadies, if not with elements of Emilio Estevez and his posse as "Billy the Kid" in the ole' "Young Guns" movies with a lot of energy and scratch-yard ingenuity there with an undefeatable spirit-- whether this is chanting racist and anti-Semitic limericks to get-back at the pesky forces of sanctimonious liberal-change, or Tom Metzger-- whom himself was once "A Grand Dragon" over at W.hite A.ryan R.esistance devising-up underground t-shirts of an ill-drawn, lumpy-headed "Bart Simpson" super-hero dressed-up like a Nazi Stormtrooper like a rot-gut, laughin' "business-venture" before "20th Century Fox" filed a restraining-order, if not some court-issued injunction "halting-the-practice" as he became even-more of a scuzzy, underground hero to the kids bopping their shaved-heads and givin' the ole' "Sieg Heil" salute as their own "Skinhead Super-Starz". If you could see someone like young Winona whom may "have-passed" for a country girl as if she would be grinnin'-around under a white hood "with a scrunched-up expression" and roasting-up a stick'a marshmallows to one of those burning-crosses as everyone partied out there in a culture of whoops n' flannel-shirts and Confederate-flags.

As if "anyone would know the difference". Or even "care".

They might have even "adopted-her" with a shrug. It's "the white man's way". Most of the time, it's "The Jew" who's the problem, as if thinking they're going to move into the territory of the white man's business when he's gonna get "shot-off", as if dealing out their lacerating, emotional/liberal guilt-poison and sanctimonious "bluffing" that no one "real" and on to what counts-in-life believes.

Whites tend to be way-more simple and kinder, and whether that may play into some gullibly-charitable impulse in which The Jews as a destructive, squirming, culture-mass "would take-advantage" of their slower, thicker competition "as it has played-out" with disastrous-results as you have the bi-coastal elite-- whether of media, Hollywood, Wall Street, a large-share of Fortune 500 companies, or even a sizable-chunk of Washington D.C. with the accretion of power-lobbying and inter-locked alliances with the Christian televangelists playing to their own gullible-crowd of "the swindled", as it befits a muscular imperial policy with Israel "as our 51st state" there with pathetic, low-down rumor of apocalypse or "the anti-Christ" and moon-eyed "goping" by your Gomer's raising a riding-crop in morbid, undertaker defense of a whole bunch of Biblical horse-shit as even most Jews "would draw-back and walk-away stiffly" sooner than be "The Chosen People" dressed-up like hapless Nativity-scene exotics in your grungy, low-rent circus of red, velvet altars and jumbo golden crosses and gumball-machine novelty like the hell of righteous-condescension foisted-upon the agog, teenaged "hate-monger" snickering there with his "Cannibal Corpse" records. . . . . in solidarity with the titles: "BUTCHERED AT BIRTH" & "TOMB OF THE MUTILATED" like a wild, cackling joke in sweet nihilistic glee.

You think about who, in relative terms, "would really be your enemy" and why they should suffer for the corrupt architecture of the embedded ethnic leadership mostly-operated by THE ROACH MEN who've just grown more vile & obnoxious over the years because "no one powerful-enough" could stand up to 'em. I wouldn't even say that Barbra Streisand or Laura David "are a particularly-malevolent force", whether you have dowagers and attractive yenta-figures whom would mostly hold charity fund-raisers "and not really know what's going-on", not in any kind of methodical, "aggregate-picture" other than to blush and hold their palm-to-their-head when fall-out from yet-another scandal "from that side-of-the-fence" hits, and then they're off marshaling the forces of the caterers, linen-clothed tables, hired band, and guest-list as the cars arrive and the kids are running around in little tuxedos and dresses. They would tend to be more of "a mouth-piece", there with a fierce-will many may be intimidated-by, precisely because this is an ethnicity full of weak men-- sociopaths, dodgers, quibblers, faggots, and cowards all lost to meek, ingratiating "status-games" like courtiers and back-stabbers and schumucks with scripts-- many which would have "some potential" if given the right-kind of cultivation, which in the hopeless deluge of amateurs in a torrent-storm of typed/words, "no one has time to give any of it serious-attention" as most ideas-- if accepted-- are fed through "the chop-shop" like an old car stripped-down for parts by a vulture-race of those whom work "behind-the-scenes" with hapless technicians if not other mostly-young hopefuls with the sprawling depersonalization of it all like atoms lost in ritualized, cosmopolitan chaos with the cold-shuddering of the squid and neurosis of the liberal-insect akin to your run-of-the-mill "Jewish mind-disease", WHICH IS WHY THEY'VE GOT "TO BE SHAKEN-OUT OF IT" BY DR. NAZI, PhD.

You might read about a movie called "Hunger Games" about a young survivalist competition when death-matches stand in the way of romantic loyalties as pitted-there on television as chess-pieces put into-play by media-masters in cooperation with the government "in order to keep the population subsumed" by the distractions, here in the blood-sport TO FEND-OFF REVOLUTION.

The Democratic-wing of the government, itself PART OF THE TOTALITY-- with elite Hollywood and New York Jewish interests came to the decision "TO FORM A UNITED FRONT"-- POSITIONING ALONG "THE LINE OF SCRIMAGE" WITH HAPLESS PROXIES "DRAGGED-IN" TO RUN SOMETHING AKIN TO "THE OLE' STATUE OF LIBERTY PLAY" IN FOOTBALL. . . . . whether or not, you had the entire community up on its feet, "rooting-along"-- hating "what they were taught to see" there with visions of existential "doomsday".

Little did they know, that I could catch "enough of a wind of it" at the time, "NOT TO GET INVOLVED" as the truth would be exposed "with the whole world watching", there with their long, sordid history as "The Cu-Koo Gang" with costly mistake, after blunder, with bufoonish prat-fall to the judgement of all of history and the America they wrecked, "with the last, final-insult" even as "The Loop", here in St. Louis was sacked by rampaging hordes of young, grasping, sleazy-eyed niggers.

Even after their young "Gemma"-plant failed and "Poison"-night was a diaster after someone called-in some infidelity rumor involving Brett Michaels and Miley Cyrus's mother and some veteran social-moray of a Hollywood-publicist got gunned-down by the mob, even as "Black Swan" was hitting-theaters and the economy continued "to crater" with frumpy, yelping right-wing congressmen holding the budget hostage and tarnishing our credit-rating as your Hussein-in-Chief "hangs-down his head" and his base deserts-him and America is sullen, rotten, bitter, black, and unemployed as Social-Security and Medicare stands to go bankrupt with a graying, smirk-mouthed population as you have a bunch of ignorant-kids up to parasitical, partying malarkey at worthless colleges & universities, if they don't just "jerk-off" at home WITH "NO FUTURE". Maybe a nagging-mother. And incestuous emotional-abuse.

Even ole' David Gergen can kind of chuckle how maybe we get the politicans & elites "we deserve" through natural laws of inattention & ineptness and the obfuscary paper-chase of territorialty, obsessive-compulsive materiality, AND GREED as "the school of fish" nervously gather-around the cynical-comment "and the short-bet", whatever your jealous, clawing "little neighborhood" of inferiority-complexes.

Funny enough, as Oscar Yeager would follow anyone of you into the restroom and jerk a garrotee around your neck as he drags you into the stall and your shoes are flailing and he heaves-back "like the Night-Stalker" all but missing a mask & a cape "like Batman" as he's gritting his teeth and wrestling with his quarry and then leaves the Washington insider on the shitter "with his neck-broken" and his mouth agog in a darkening-puddle of his own piss.

Well, "on that note"-- how about that ole' anti-Christ? And that doesn't necessarily-refer "to someone whom disagrees-with-you", whether a French teacher or Lea Thompson with whom the two share-a-resemblence, whether or not they buy into some idea "that you share a cosmic destiny" beyond a little autograph and a "hello". Many fundamentalists strike-me as folks running along some desperate, narrow-track "of a kind of underfed tunnel-vision" that gets principle "mixed-up" with fear & scarcity as they're impressionable to being bullied and whether-or-not they'd attempt to joyously-expect others "to share in their misery", how they rationalize-life, and whether you're persistent or obnoxious "or get-upset" when someone doesn't want to play, "or be pulled-down to their level". Whether "as your fuck-buddy" or someone dragged-into church "mostly-against their will". The cycle here with the spoiled, underfed abusiveness of someone who may already be socially-inept and was preyed-upon by their genetic-forbearers "and torn to pieces" in the outside-world whether at school or work and then blamed on every-side without guidance, UNTIL THEY'RE CUT ADRIFT-- WHETHER OR NOT THEY DEVELOP CHRONIC PROBLEMS OF INACTIVITY & "LACK OF DISCIPLINE", IF NOT "A MANIC IMAGINATION". Alienation from your environment and isolation from others simply would contribute, possibly-- to prexisting conditions of anxiety & depression, if not other quirky-neurology that makes you clumsy. I had a buddy whom carried-around "all of this", plus had episodes of schizophrenia plus a wild-man's earthy religious-impulse with a kind of country/western "Vaudville" sentimentality that was a cross between Charles Bronson, "Touched by an Angel", and the circus.

The problem is that many fundamentalist Christians "are a bit like this" with a kind of proud defiance in simplicity n' ignorance, there in gossip and low-man's curiosity and revival-tent emotion that's pretty-soon "back-up to mischief", whether this is drinking or running-off with someone else's woman or otherwise, a lack "of much follow-through" than the mystique of Johnny Appleseed and a grave round-table of businessmen, if not a bunch of young sales-reps spittin' tobacco in the green Spring warmth or an automotive-dealer cockin' his head with a big-smile that someone left the name, "Ben Affleck" on the schedule and lo & behold, he showed-up the next day with Jennifer Lopez to look at their selection of Hummer's and trucks there with the line of colored-flags and patriotic balloons and a giant, inflatable "King Kong" like fire-crackers n' Indian-lore n' Frank Buck the lion-tamer and "Great Balls of Fire" with Jerry Lee Lewis pounding the piano-keys like a blonde-haired rooster-god of maniacal "Too Hot for T.V." ingenuity.

I would expect for any politician to be a vigorous, high-energy fighter with ambition "in however you operate". A large carriage may suggest "a kind of gravity & mass", but not a kind of cagey, lightning-quickness that comes with an aggressive, pro-active lifestyle of a sharp, muscular contender. Excessive-weight brought-about by slothful-lifestyles "blunt the instincts", plus one's credibility as a hard, ferocious-thinker with take-charge discipline AND THE ABILITY TO CARRY-OUT MURDER IN-DEFENSE OF THE HOMELAND "WHEN TO SECURE PEACE IS TO PREPARE FOR WAR".

There's a problem, frequently-- in some kind "of lock-up situation" when a guy whom would come-across "as big, dumb, confused, and soft" would be methodically-targeted by smaller, angrier guys carrying-around more testosterone "and-something-to-prove" as he would be a very-easy, sizable victim whom would be "least-in-a-place" to be dehumanized unto nothing, and possibly railroaded the day "he gets it together" to fight-back with all that bad, sick, nauseous feeling "that had been building" as he's bullied by his peers, overlooked by the administration, AND THEN BETRAYED ONCE-MORE BY THAT VERY ADMINISTRATION & THE LARGER SYSTEM IT REPRESENTS AS HE IS TOLD "TO TRY AGAIN", GOES SOMEWHERE ELSE, AND FACES OTHER DILEMMAS UNTIL "HE DROPS-OUT" AND THEN IS BACK AT HOME WITH THAT EMOTIONALLY-POISONOUS PARENT.

And whether or not. . . . . you'd come to be aware "of the kind of cheap-shots that come" amid this milling-world of vultures and jackals and roaches and the bared-teeth of the rat-like Jew "drawing-back" on his forepaws.

So comes the true grandeur of darkness, as the horned Slayer kneels in his cloak before the altar "of the eternal & unchanging" in the Black Forests of Germany unto the swirling depths of mystical, Wotanstic consciousness in the earth-nature religion of the lion, dragon, and wolf with an open-door policy for Valkeries "of all stripes". Your enemy is the vile cosmopolitan flatterer, The Jew-in-spirit WHOM WILL BE KILLED TO SATIATE THE BLOOD-LUST OF THE MASSES, IF HE "BUT BEGS" FOR THE ROVING ARMIES OF THE SLAYTANIC WERMACHT TO LEVEL THE CITIES "WITH SWORD & SHIELD AND JACK-BOOT HEEL" AND THE DISEASED-SKULL OF LIBERALISM SPLIT WITH THE PAGAN-AXE OF HATRED.

For being "The Slaytanic anti-Christ" and an avowed anti-Semite, my instincts are suprisngly-consistent with the dark gravity of a kind of bemused, forgiving, black-hearted benevolence from the Odinistic sphere of theology and philosophy.

This is why I laugh at "the good", for it is the jittery, ineffective slave-morality of thy Jew-minded hypocrisies unto our civilization's hateful-decline, the very thing that killed Rome with the rampaging ignorant hostile to science & learning as if all of society should jealously be pulled-down unto their gobbling, inferior level WHEN WHAT WAS NEEDED "WAS A GOOD WHIFF OF GRAPE-SHOT".

I would but butcher the average pesky Christian and nail them up along the desert AS AN EXAMPLE TO THE REST as I ride-off laughing with their wives & daughters holding on to the backs of my horsemen as harrier-eagles rape through the clouds of your perfumed, near-Eastern, theological ether of rotted-minds, now moaning and gope-mouthed upon the highway of perdition 666 miles-long AS YOU WEAR THE MARK OF THE BEAST-THRALL FOR THE ETERNAL GLORY OF THE ARYAN-RACE.

Yet in the truest-interest of a kind-hearted Kaynofabee whose instincts are genuine, we would respect "those who are different" while not being negligent to coach-them and toughen 'em up, emotionally-- for what they may have to face, even as they cope and devise-up ways to smoothely-compensate, if not reverse-engineer your neurology through practice, or maybe even a bit of occupational-therapy.

Otherwise, how it was for me-- you're beating-on "a cripple", as if exploiting some forsaken need "to belong" or "feel normal" through guilt n' faith across some home or church of squalid-lies as the whole society was pointed on a course of doom "and you damn-well got out in time" because you didn't listen to them as America was cheapened "and sold-down the river" as if we shouldn't know the difference.

I am willing to drive-a-knife through any man in America unto my dark gratification of showing you "that I can", in case you underestimate the gronchy joke "that any of your lives are particularly-sacred" AS I WILL DRINK YOUR JEW-BLOOD AND DRAG YOUR CORPSE BEHIND MY TRUCK "IN THE NAME OF ADOLF HITLER".

Just because "I'm that kind'a guy".

"A true warrior" would not hurt women & children. In his home, a kind of just, equitable hierarchy would exist because he is a source of gravity & respect as the benevolent authority "and silver-back". He is the one "in charge" who yet listens. He is tough-minded, and defends the castle. He knows "he could be dead, tommorow" and thusly prepares his family to jest, "and think on their feet" in case the castle is blown-away by war or financial storm. Anything is possible-- and most of it "not good". For that is "the way of the world". . . . . as liars deceive and the artless & gullible exploited, as if wandering-around "at a howling, juvenile-loss" for the depth their fondest-wishes had been manipulated by the cynical, rude, or incompetent in the name of greed and social-control. . . . . then cast-out "and left for dead" because they refused to believe anymore as a junk-cripple in whatever daffy/taffy fun-house he was expected to lurk throughout in degradation and fear as if convinced that he was somehow "a specimen of inferior humanity" down in the world of the glum and the gray-washed.

I AM "THE ARYAN CHRIST" & "WHITE ZOMBIE".

Jesus was only nailed-up "once" and down in the underworld "for a mere three days". He got off "pretty-light". For all the implication and jokey mental "bubble-gum" that accrues-around "The New Testament", throw in the gnarled-prequel "to be generous", there wasn't really "a whole lot written-down there", as if to make a big fuss. You have five-versions of the same story, each one turning into "a taller tale". Now, there are ways to think about "truth"-- say, with mythical truths or emotional truths "that hit home", there with "truthiness". And then the opened spiritual-chambers throughout the realms of higher, cleaner awareness that we call "revealed truth". And then "what happens" when hee-hawin' jackasses "get 'em mixed-around" and get vulgar & delightful about those sinners "goin' to hell".

I'd stab you down "just as soon as look-at-you". . . . . if you think that I or anyone should submit to "that ignorance". And whether-or-not they'd be confused about the nature of this stuff, "and just what-in-blazes is real", other than wantin' to get away "from you" and your sugar-candy molestations as we hate your ass and can damn-well catch-on to the low-down nature of your scams and scuzzy, pathetic dishonesties that are meant to keep-us enfeebled "to your dope", and putting money in the collection-plate.

Someone like Gemma in "Square Dance" was a young girl whom wished-urgently "in the belief of totality" in which all-contradictions would be miraculously-resolved unto a sentimental "spiritual and low-fi romantic paradise" as she would hesitate-forward with a kind of cautious, scared "tunnel-vision".

I've lived this stuff "from a different-tack" and what I would truly-come to discover "about the dangers of this" and who would stand to suffer "the worst".

Which is why you've got to get her "to safety". So she doesn't have to learn "the hard way" as your Odin-in-Chief growls down in the ole' bunker and jests at the idea of mass-murder with a savage joy and dark satisfaction with gruesome smiles and the head of a skinned-goat and some kind of grisly-humor like a guzzling corpse, chortling at the idea that "Satan laughs as you eternally-rot".

BOUNCER'S TIP: Many Jews, whether as New York-region/types, carry-around some air of preposterousness, there "with a fronted-story" with a kind of insincere-tension there in "big-talk" and hyperbole which serves as a form of emotional-insulation from chaotic-surroundings and the rush of crowded-spaces "with macho-ritual", whether or not some baboon like Andrew "Diceman" Clay would throw his weight around the meek, low-fi home studio of Tom Green whom didn't know enough, except to find himself quaking at this "street-wise pretender" telling tall-tales without a security-man on the set or even someone with a clear-eyed sort of Aryan Warrior mentality. Direct, confrontional "shock-and-awe" may be so overwhelming with a pointed finger and direct, furious-command that it would probably "settle-him-down" instantly, as if his legs had been cut-out from under-him from which he builds a quasi-elaborate story-telling architecture as you would flat-out and fiercely turn-down his currency as his mind would dance with confusion, whether finding-himself overextended in what may proving to turn into a long, uncomfortable, awkward quagmire in which his mortified self-consciousness & ignorance "of what's coming-next" can be used against-him at the advantage of any kind of momentum he had is lost. WHICH IS WHY YOU NEVER WANT TO BE "LURED" ANYWHERE-- PARTICULARLY UNTO STRANGE, UNFAMILIAR TERRITORY "IN WHICH THE ENEMY HOLDS ALL THE CARDS".

And whether-or-not your adversary "would treat you with mercy". . . . . which I tend not to expect much "from others". That is not the way "the world works".

I'd find someone like this bonkers little urchin very-charming and would forgive her, whatever sort of reckless, impulsive, incorrigibly-snickering lil' lifestyle she may have been living somewhere on the stand-up comedy-circuit because I, with an Aryan mentality, "would yet get a kick-out of her" whatever a sullen, fascist ideology and a room full of murdered young Jews.

Whether I'd roast your screaming flesh on spits and turn you into head-cheese; AND THEN FEED YOUR REMAINS "TO THE HOMELESS", but dancing for coins on the end of a chain in an imperial, post-Roman circus. . . . . for all roads lead to Byzantium.

One does not stay mad at "Minnie-Mouse" nor anyone "like her", and certainly "not for long". Because this is "who you have", most of the time. And usually, she would not know how to give deep, elaborate answers-- whether or not she may have "behaved bratty" without really "understanding why". You don't "play evil tricks" on Minnie Mouse nor terrorize-her.

Now you think here, man-- the nonsense of ole' Oprah Winfrey and her soppy, sappy, rotten empire of lies, denial, and coercion-- whether or not she's turned into an overly-spoiled, vengeful kind of "Minnie-Mouse" and you'd think what kind of theatre here we could carry-out with a manic level of creativity n' poetic justice-- whether we'd have you running-around, screaming with your hands in the air in your expensive $4000 dresses and red pumps down at the ole' ape-pit at the zoo, or need we only dangle you from a banana-boat cargo-net to the clawing anger of some audience in their own natural environment as America can laugh at your "spooked" nigger-ass, whether or not you and your damn civil-rights cachet in a fuckin' ape-suit like a southern overlord and carnival-politics, whether anyone "should give a damn" over Rick Perry's ranch and some chuckling "Paul Tumber in-joke" over "niggerhead rock".

And how I'd come to think, maybe-- that the poor little girl you had there as "The Gemma-plant" with the little kid in the booth, off-elsewhere, may have been set-up "AS A STING" if I had been seen "talking to her", as possibly Robert Greene and his buddies down there at ole' "Vanity Fair" had their "Vanishing Blonde" article prepared, as the plan-fumbled and how they panicked and decided "to launch-it anyway" as circumstances seemed fortuitious to call in the Bret Michaels rumor.

With or without cooperation of "the authorities", maybe the FBI or Homeland Security as Obama "gave-the-order", and local concert venues cooperating unwittingly with the bands they brought-in and whatever-plan was operating "down on the ole' subchannel". For at the time, I was a mysterious, unknown quantity and there was that ole' line in the 1989 Tim Burton film askin', "Batman-- friend or foe?" when even they didn't know "for a while", there with your freelance, caped vigilante crimefighter and the ole' cat & mouse games Charles Bronson played with the authorities in the "Death Wish" movies even as he chased-after the street punks with his .44 Magnum to the Jimmy Page soundtrack, whether down alleys or basements or the subway and laid counter-traps when they'd rush the flop-house in which he stayed with the most gratifying scenes of murder that Globo & Globus films could ever whip-together on a modest budget, there on the sludgy, "red-meat" market-- whether this is a free-enterprise kleptocracy off in the Phillipines or a Catholic school-supply store with little comics & tracts or Reverend Moon there with a far-out Eastern-cult there with mass-marriage ceremonies taking-place in stadiums or various Amway multi-level marketing pyramids and rigid, right-wing ideologies focusing on militarism, Christianity, and chuck-steak apocalypse if not some whacked-out target-shooting game from "SEGA" entertainment off in Japan, or maybe it was South Korea, where you plinked-away a light-gun at a roaring-bear that would poke-up along some scenery, here with this clunky, 1000-lb machine made-out of solid metal with sturdy, stiff-legs that American servicemen played like hobbies for dune-buggies or shagariffic guitar-cabinets or what George Lucas rigged-up with "Star Wars" or the world of "Atari-Democrat" computing with maybe some shy, underfed issues. . . . . whatever your "Molly Hatchet" covers and carnival sorrows.

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Call it "low-fi" life, a bit more of what this country "used to be", and whether or not some gullible, big-hearted kid would blunder into a trap, maybe; possibly set-up by "The King's Men" because he didn't show skepticism "and commonsense"-- there, if misled by his lower-instincts, if kinder & bumbling and not thinking-critically, "with higher-principles" in this world-of-worlds. Using "Gemma" there as jail-bait, well any guy in today's world should damn-well "know-better" and put someone like her's interests FIRST. Whatever anyone nudges-out, be this not Clarisse Starling before the brooding, primordial criminal psychopathy of Dr. Hannibal Lechter messing with the head of "Minnie-Mouse", as he would gradually collect an awareness "that they were messing with him".

And whether that may involve a benevolent distance, or a benign neglect as if wondering why someone like this would have been fluffing her hair and looking in my direction, "as if to catch my attention" when that's simply not how things work.

You know your standing, relative to the world-- when things "don't just happen" for an unremarkable-looking outsider whom otherwise is struggling-out from dire-disadvantage, as he has "no standing" on paper with any assets, "only liabilities" that may threaten "the status-quo" as he's gaining-momentum unto barreling, righteous-challenge as the establishment "is scared", as that might have been offered as a bit of "a bribe"-- whether there with a hazy ether "of back-up plans", possibly unbeknownst to the authorities and the locals to whatever the degree The Jews had somethin' up their sleeve that the rank-and-file police n' sherrifs didn't count-on but higher-up's did as they watched this situation unravel.

And that poor little girl felt-bad.

Yet, I always ran-along "on my own track", separate from that of any establishment as you gun for the heart of essential-correctness beyond the flimsy, blatting excuses of but a false and petulent life that defines the corruption and decline of the age as the greatness of America would threaten to go extinct, as would the truest-glory of "The West" as folks would be lost unto an insectoid abstract as one would perhaps be offered-up to the horror of a demonic sacrifice that serves "The Squid", as if to smirk here at the pathetic-nature of thy Kosher-octopus, especially when you shine "the ole spotlight on 'em" and reveal the truest, cowardly hilarity of it as if expecting that we should accept their excuses and shuddering-retreat "at face value" once you see it for what it is and America is laughing, whether for their chintzy production-values, abrupt-and-ever-mope-mouthed Kaynofabee with severe and insistent eyes, but with a waving-torch as one would faint unto this tribal-swoon, or watching them mutter as they attempt to steal the carpet like pathetic Yiddish thieves, bogus-as-ever.

And why you think someone like Blossom or Winona "gotta pay for it", when you got in the game "to protect Minnie-Mouse" because no one else would. A true neo-fascist and black-magic occultist would do that in the creed of "Old Europe", be his name "Vlad" or Count Julius Evola or imagery from that old "Castlevania" box, with the impassivity of a Russian arms-merchant or perhaps the imperial fanfare ushered-forth with a name like "Basil Poledouris", THE MIGHTY GREEK.

Whether one needs to behave "like a cruel Renaissance prince" there with the sewer-rat antics of Caeser Borgia or a Spanish conquistador as they may snicker over some of those ribald stories penned by French raconteur, Honore de Balzac there with warring nobleman fatally-outwitting each other for the hand of a lady, if even episodes out of Boraccacio's "Decameron" or "Dante's Inferno" or the Monty Python quest in "The Canterbury Tales" by Chaucer or two happy, heavy-metal rodents outwitting Chuck Denomolos in "Bill & Ted's Bogus Journey" with the righteous answer being "Smokie & The Bandit: Part III" and some lyrics from "Poison". Be this a game of charades, or perhaps "the meaning of life". Or Beethoven going crazy at his console of keyboards down at the local San Dimas mall "and attracting quite a crowd".

Throw 'ya a chitlin, nigger.

If even laughing at the way you Jews and white liberals smooch the asses of Toni Morrison and Spike Lee and others of the overrated artistic and intellectual "authenticity-class" as if to reward them for their scornful, spooky "noodling" as I pledge allegiance to Adolf Hitler, immortal leader of my race at a great, clunky little recital there in "The Blues Brothers" there, off in a kind of uncanny stiffness only Dan Ackroyd could come-up with as he chortled-away with John Landis, his co-writer as John Belushi stuck his head in and gut-wailed on a harmonica with a tapped-foot.

We too "have a story", you know. If even it's the one YOU NEVER WANT TO HEAR. Whether unprofitable and unconvenient, your system is based upon the collective, shrugging neglience of dark, syrupy decay and self-loathing across the whole hateful star/chart of the emotionally-enslaved to the liberal/Jewish guilt-poison.

TRUE "WHITE ARYAN RESISTANCE" NEVER DIES.

[-- Like "The Jedi"]

It does not bargain with The Jew, but slays-him if necessary.

If folks seek authenticity & answers, I would caution you about those truths found down at the bottom of the well-- and how empty they truly are, beyond society's opiated waking-dreams and flashier, "feel-good" answers. . . . . and those whom attempt "to corner the dope-supply", by which they deal to the addicted & dependent masses made enfeebled to their cynical schemes there of the power/mad sewer-rat and his loyal, kneeling vassals as delusions "of higher-morality" are used to justify the subjugation of those ever-confused & penitent masses.

Caesar Borgia was coldly-romantic in a kind of joyless, menacing cruelty and folks would wonder, there with his cunning, masterful calculation of eye-rolling, heaven-turned grace-- if he were not "a bit of a counter-reflection of some Jesus-figure" there around his cult of power with the brusque, whimsical trappings of sophistication and some vile cruelty in-elegance unto the bottomless suffering and deathless-torture of his enthralled subjects and captive audience, upon the dynamic of greed, blood, lust, gold, and fear upon the candle-lit arch of the gently-chanting monks as he controlled "through the lash of mystique". Whether or not some feral Portugeese/Hungarian misfit has to have himself crucified "to a cross of seashells" while "Mob Wives of New Jersey" toss roses unto the gruesome festival of the bullfights as you would have a Mediterranean culture of goat-cheese, designer-fashion, and tanned, hopping soccer-players or tennis-pros or a boarding-school culture where kids would go kayacking up in British Columbia, Niccolo Machivalli would beg the question, "is it better to be loved or feared?" and you can see for yourselves, the living mentality in our snobby cosmopolitan centers as you look-on at those with slender, rat-like faces there in a kind of brittle, finicky impatience that is the enemy of my heartland, and a traitor unto the white race.

Now, I find myself glaring with the eye of bemused significance at the direct, impassive, yet shifty-ways of my vile, hated enemy from the sewers of southern & Eastern Europe with their sheer lack of creativity, as you observe their ever-blunt, ruthless gestures and courtiers of "yes-men" helpless, as if numb to some kind of hopeful, absolving loss unto the chaotic void as if there would be "nothing higher" unto hedonsim and measured, conscientious-stands like frightened, neurotic insectivores TO "THE COIN & WHIP" AND STATUS'S "EMPTY PRETENSES".

You are the enemy of my people AND "THE DESTROYER OF EUROPE". I would have you torn to pieces by wild-animals for sport, if it befit my purposes. Whether it be far more-amusing to display you in an iron-cage as we play tricks on our ole' friend, "THE JEW RAT". May it lead unto his "Triumph of the Will". . . . .

Now, you may find it "very amusing" that Hitler & The Nazis were far-more flexible, whether or not Julius Evola would gravely-shuffle his papers at the equivalent of an occult fascist research "think-tank" way-more nuanced than anything you'd get at "The American Enterprise Institute", or heaven-help-you, "The Heritage Foundation".

Now, to laugh at you "Jersey Shore" Dagos, well. . . . . "no comment". The difference between you, a pizza, and a Jew screaming in an oven don't take much of a leap of my imagination, as you can scratch/spin the historical recordings however I want not only to assert-order but maintain it as well whether or not you need the military and National Guard, or more like your local police-force, opening fire on some wild, rioting crowd raging there in the frustration of decadence's limits.

We can "do this". . . . . or have you being tortured and gurgling your bloody-last down in the streets as we apply "the black science of crowd-control through murder" as I cultivate the Germanic will to snuff you out. For it is "a small price to-pay", whatever your bleats of "The American Civil Liberties Union" as I would have their lives methodically blotted-out "for all to see".

But yet The Nazis never "threw-out" those whom they saw as "good material" there with heroic qualities. There was actually a half-Jewish female javelin-thrower at the 1936 Berlin Olympics whom proudly-won a silver-medal there in the collesium as she became a novelty to the apprising-eye of Nazi racial-scientists and forgiven amid the torch-lit Imperium of the games. . . . . there amid the sea of snapped, right-arm salutes and trumpets and fanfare and glory.

Yve, as I remember-- played excellent Tennis-- true to the patriotic spirit of the local city area with the courts n' backboards of green, expansive Forest Park with the wide boulevards and gray-slate historical/ruins left over from the 1904 World's Fair like a buzzing, olive-green metal/utility-bunker and the passage of intervals there with the shooting-fountains and the geese, and yonder somewhere-- the zoo wall and air-conditioned fragrance of our elegant Art Museum as you'd have the bike-trails sloping-off into this vedure wilderness of spaces and breeze and pondering minds, as if questing after "the meaning of courage".

Whether or not "the truth hurts" as the tag-line went on your movie, the truth "need not to" if you know how to constructively-channel truths unto the direction OF "THE HIGHER LIFE-FORCE", which The Jew never believed-in, and why in spirit "he should perish" as I spit on your kind and am telling you "to march or die", unto a new spirit, a new order, a new people lest the world rise-up in the fury of mass-murder as "THE ARYAN CHRIST" LEADS THE CHARGE WITH THE GALLOPING HORSEMEN OF THE NAZI COWBOYS LED DOWN HERE FROM THE LAIR OF "THE SLAYTANIC WERMACHT" AS ARMIES STORM THE CITADEL OF THY HEBREW INFERNAL UNTO THE WAILING "AS THE WALLS OF JERICO" FALL BEFORE THE TRUE "CHOSEN ONES", THE ARYAN-FORCES OF LIGHT AS DESTINY FORETELLS WITH THE TOLLING BELLS OF THE CATHEDRAL & "THE WESTERN RECONQUEST".

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The Vatican sits on untold trillions of dollars in assets-- in which it hoards-over in seething, slithering corruption while starving so many with some withered, pathetic, right-wing code of self-abnegation & denial as countless are victimized, whether through a cough & paper-shuffling as they really cease to behave as the symbolic head of Western Christendom, but far-more akin to some corrupt, trans-national concern as hokey as it is toothless & vile, even as most educated people "lose interest" as you keep making a pathetic, watered-down mockery of what you once were, "OR EVEN SHOULD BE". As a gift to Europe, you will open your coffers & pay-down their debts lest you eventually be deposed and executed with "The College of Cardinals" bumped-out the doors in their red-robes and hung from the Italian market-place as cameras-gloat on the righteous judgement of history.

You there, Pope Benedict-- are too "The Enemy of Europe" and a Pope can be replaced "by order of the sword". Lest we cut your head-off and throw your robed-corpse down The Vatican steps as it shall roll and come to a stop in a widening-pool of blood to a clatter in the court-yard and the distant-barking of a dog.

The Pope caved-in to Hitler. For what choice did he have? Even as he would uplift his hands unto outstretched benevolence and prey for constancy "and safe passage".

I do not find "The Holocaust Industry" to be very-amusing, if only predictable there with some kind of jealous, self-lacerating sickness "as everyone is dragged-down by this" and you've got to snap-them awake out of this hypnosis until you run into some manifestly-meaner, badder-character and all you've got is some tissue-box full of "IOU-notes" as someone may very-well smash a mace down on the table.

Then "where would you be"?

The fact is, you don't "shake-down" MINNIE-MOUSE. And even "a sadist of the noblest blood" should know that. There with your old "Slayer" records and "ANGEL OF DEATH" there unto the dark gratification of Holocaust-fantasy because "it's bad-ass" there unto the vengeance "that holds-us-down" as if to say, that's some sort of identification as we fight-back vs. grinding-oblivion unto thrashing-hatred "as you eat enemies raw" and tear their heart-out as the skull-warriors of deth storm the streets like an invincible army of the undead under horned-helmets and gnashing, jerking-jaws LIKE THE SPREADING, SEEPING, LIME-GREEN MISTS OF "CHEMICAL WARFARE" AS NOT A SURVIVOR IS LEFT WITH THE CHOPPING, HACKING SCYTHE & GUNSHOTS OF BLOTTED BLOOD & THE WAILS OF THE IMPALED AS VULTURES SWOOP THROUGH THE SMOKING, ROTTED SKIES & FEAST AS GHOULS PICK-THE-POCKETS OF THE DEAD & DYING WITH THE CYNIC'S RAISED-EYE FOR VALUE WITH HIS KNIFE FOR HACKING-OFF RINGS FROM MOANING HANDS.

Our American-version of The Nazi-SS, "The Navy Seals" were the only-ones capable & well-trained enough to storm Osama bin Laden's compound "IN A WAR TO THE DEATH" as he lived there under his spidery, dead-eyed "seige mentality" as PUBLIC ENEMY #1 as the bearded-cleric heard shouts & gunshot's advancing through the levels of his compound "when he knew the end was near" as he looked-out over the ramparts, not quite "a rampling-gate" of a Translyvanian Count but he stayed-dead when they buried-him at sea as the body-bag sunk beneath the waves of the Indian Ocean.

Good riddance. . . . . "and goodbye TO ALL THAT".

Now, you can laugh as this guy's turned into shark-shit. . . . . but such is the outcome of most terroristic mischief as he perished under very-miserable & squalid conditions when The American SS was not there to talk, nor negotitate, but kill-him so he could neither speak nor elicit sympathy as he could milk sensationalistic media curiosity and appear, once more-- as some kind of "wronged" underground cult-hero as his face may-start appearing on t-shirts as some kind of "Charles Manson" or "Che Guevera" whom bonkers, idiotic kids and left-wing filmmakers would inevitably misconstrue. Beyond your whining and ironic-sniveling, HE HAD TO BE "STAMPED-OUT FOR GOOD". And whether or not, you need "a good, hard boot-in-the-ass" to demonstrate, even if we have to go bust some fuckin' Jew-heads TO PROVE IT.

Now, you know-- Timothy Leary when he so flippantly and merrily-evangelized for LSD and these other variants, say psilocybin-mushrooms, he was "way too optimistic" without understanding the more pathetic nature of information-theory whatever swirling colors and distorted, individualized perception. . . . . whether this would have been overly-romanticized something a bit more chemically-sophisticated "than X-Ray Specs" and how that plays into the nature of consciousness, whether or not the universe as consciousness and we're just messin'-around with our damn, whacked-out antenna on some altered/recieving-frequency.

Whether or not you need to go-on like Roger Ebert or Gore Vidal about-it and only get folks "even more mixed-up about it", whether or not some damn-order goes through wrong at Wendy's and teenagere are lookin' "a bit lost" back there in the kitchen when you clarify an order, and they be about to fix-up twice as many double-stacks, "plain", with cheese until you come up with "meat, bread & cheese" so it's unmistakable "through the fog of war" WHEN TRUTH IS THE FIRST CASUALTY there with patriotism, hard lies, and ketchup.

Now I'd think about that ole' wolf-woman from Utah, Mindy and how she would rent us these films with far-out, gritty science-fiction themes that were yet uncannily-plausible off in some altered environmental conditions "not too far away", as if watching an experiment, be this "truck-drivers in space" or conspiracy set-up's with erased memories and altered identities or some very primal, post-apocalyptic realities in a cult-film like "A Boy and his Dog" when a skulking teenager with help of a gruff, lovable talking mutt badly-dubbed like some episode of "Kung-Fu" would be driving-off wild, primordial, winged monkey-bat/like attackers from burned-out buildings as he rescued a girl, then they sunk-down and made-love unto ritualistic jungle-passion of violence, honor, and territory.

It was very-instructive to watch Sigourney Weaver in "Alien" when she could sense "that something didn't feel-right" as she began to hack-around during parts of the movie with some dawning-awareness as eventually, she was being stared-at "by some open secret" there on the computer screen as it all came-together, and worse-- THE MOLE, who was actually himself "an expendable-tool" in the form of an emotionless humanoid infiltrator whom also happened to be an android that had no-stake in either empathy or human goodness, as he had always been there to misdirect his fellows and finally tried to kill the cat, whom in curiosity "knew too much" and whether or not she could alert her friends to take-on definitive, pro-active Kamakazi action "which would be their only chance for survival" rather than getting-eliminated by dark, predatory forces there in the pessimism of shuddering, shameful helplessness & despair to serve "some distant, impersonal concern" out of profit "and the expendable commoner" as they ruffled-papers and cleared their throats behind closed-doors. . . . . far from the yells of anguish & death.

Steven Spielberg put-out "E.T. The Extra-Terrestrial" back in 1982 when he was still skeptical-enough to show how "The Feds" march-in and take-control when a situation would be seen "as this high-level", whether-or-not they "had to humor Eliot a bit" with some eco-friendly, groovy scientist whether or not the kid was trying to get-across something there with his bonded, empathic telekenseis to this friendly, wrinkled, Michael Jackson tree-stump "who was looking a bit-peekid" and kicking the ole'-bucket there with his alien respitory distress with some hospice-wails and how all the doctors turned their attention with whirled-coats on this morbid, unhappy sonofabitch. And whether or not he'd be "even madder" when they hooked-up the car-battery and watch him thump on the table with convulsive, air-borne jerks as he'd spit-back a tooth and glare-out at you.

And they you might find-it even more disingenous when years later, Spielberg would edit-out the scene in which the kids "were makin' the get-away" on their bicycles and how some agent whom came-across as a "Secret-Service"-type took out the assassin's high-power sniper-rifle and was fully-prepared to use it, whether or not you had the phalanx of seasoned-professionals whom had to secure the xenomorph for study, possibly science and bio-weapons research if not subcontracted-out to some subsidary of "Haliburton" for profitable-development as Dick Cheny goes golfing, Bush smirks-around, and we live in a National Security state with both Patriot Acts I & II, uncritically-signed by the righteous-indignation of a kind of reflexive, unnuanced right-wing ignorance, as if this system "can be inherently-trusted" as Spielberg snaps out his fist before the kids, most who by this time "were too cynical" to turn-up for his enchanted remake as they'd move in predatory-packs and perhaps attempt to bully "some hapless, vulnerable mark" unto suicide as you hear-about instances of kids firing weapons in the halls of schools into the breach of final, furious retaliation against your society that has failed.

May you "tut-tut" there behind the closed doors of your insider's oblivious conceit, lest the mob surge-forth in some spontaneous, murderous uprising and throw you to your death from office-towers. It was how "The Bastille" was stormed and the royal-elite with their privileged-circles were sent to the guillotine after Marie Antoinette famously-remarked, "let them eat cake" by which there some years of flippant, "Tiny Toon" liberal disorder with Jacobins stalking-around, either looking like "Eddie Vedder" or "Newt Gingrich" before Napoleon came to prominence as some bold, gruff junior army-officer whom ordered his men to roll-out some cannons into the streets and fire-upon some roving, disrespectful army of looters spitting vile insults "and daring anyone to stop them".

And Napoleon did, very effectively. He was loved for it there with a kind of fascist, yet-egalitarian "Napoleonic code" that streamlined everything. He was "a bit nosy" with spies & informants, perhaps-- for he could never put-up with any kind of measured-dissent, or would damn-well "have it tackled" before it would ever burgeon unto any kind of serious threat to his standing.

If even to snicker, in some way-- at the ghastly-plight of Nixon bummin' around The Oval Office with his hands in his pockets, and kickin'-over the furniture as he growled-on against those pesky kids and that snobby press "as he vowed black murder" as Kissinger had to counsel him in enshadowed darkness as he considered declaring a coup d'etat and ending the Republic for which it stood, America here lost and fumbling "like a big, pitiful giant".

Whether he'd drift-off in self-pitying, Shakespearean soliloquy out there in the hall and then snap at the portrait of John F. Kennedy, that image itself mulling-down in the speechlessness "of golden-boy" sorrow, itself out of answers "for why life sucked" beyond "The Kaynofabee" of what you couldn't say on television "and why he was the perfect-victim" of our modern media-age as he'd be villainized in crude-caricature by these young Jew-punks, when the answer to his problem would have been to methodically hunt-down "enough of them" and have them tortured-to-death on television, as you might beg the question: "what is the meaning behind the hanging of 13 Jews in Prague?" And I would call that "true American-progress".

Once-and-for-all, we will show you "who's-in-charge" with cold, ruthless, and iron-will if necessary as we shall declare total, unconditional, complete & total war ON "THE ROACH MEN" AND THEIR FLYING LEGIONS OF MOLESTING, WINGED MONKEY-BATS CAPERING-ABOUT UNTIL YOU ARE DRIVEN BACK INTO "THE SHORES OF HELL" FROM WHENCE YOU EMERGED AS YOU WILL THRASH LIKE DEMONS IN A FIREY QUAGMIRE BEFORE YOU WISP UNTO THE NIHILISTIC, PURPOSELESS VOID FROM WHENCE YOU CAME.

Whether you realize it or not, you work as agents for the forces of Satan, as if "in the name of good". . . . . which is why we scorn liberalism and the hateful forces of some Christian slave-morality. What of it?

Women neither prefer liberals nor what we typically-see as some weak breed of Christian living-off in some sentimental kind of mind-lock, which is its own trap as not-only "will you have your pockets-picked", but you will impose weary-pain on those perhaps-closest to you be this your frustrated-family "whom you bully-around" as if not "big-enough" to quit-acting like some pathetic, over-controlling prick as even-so, the gal works and you don't and won't be working until you get serious "about what matters" when you need my Jewish mother nor "Dr. Phil" as your parole-officer "even as they sure lived-it-up in hypocrisy" and you left-down in a fetid, hateful hole "as if that's all you had-left" rather than submit to this Jew-house.

Now, I'd look at the preposterous, running-gag of "Jakob the Liar" here as he found endless-ways "to riff", maybe over some pirate radio-station down there in some ole' ghetto lock-up as he elicited some surreal, postmodern reality as folks smirked even as he'd whoop and outwit the Nazis as they carried-out their house-to-house searches, whether or not everyone would solemnly-sing "Deutchland Uber Alles" with lit candles there in solemn procession "to fuck with their heads". But being this a solemn, moribund production out of liberal, Jewish Hollywood "they wouldn't have thought of it", whether or not Blossom does a peasant folk-dance and snickers here at the stunned-shock of "The Gestapo", even as you'd laugh at how they yanked my Indiana Jones video that played "that very dynamic" against them as you're the ones "whom censor", even as you go-on against censorship. It's only gonna make you "look-worse".

As you would think-back to Nixon off in some ponderous, icy, marooned soliloquy like the ole' story there of Richard III finally dropping to his knees in prayer, "truly the last refuge of the scoundrel" because he was a cynical, petty, misunderstood, trudging sonofabitch there with his hands eternally in his pockets while grumbling on some stormy tack through the defiant, choppy seas whether this is "stealing cookies" or moving-in on Lea Thompson as he would move things around on the table, there with shifty, stiff gestures which was conducive to his manipulative, small-time gain as yet "it doesn't work like that". And whether he'd expect for Henry Kissinger "to fall on his sword" or merely to his knees as a top, trusted advisor beside this President suffering from some swollen-case of the emotional hemmeroids as he would mutter-out some mild, non-commital assent as this man "who frequently swore at him" and called him "my Jew-boy" as this may begin to resemble conversations I've had with my more-rational, level-headed younger brother as he would sigh, arch his eye-brows in significance there amid the marooned-rot as he'd "sigh" and know that whether Nixon would pretend to think he would marshall the army or maybe order some preemptive nuclear-strike against The Soviet Union as the world would burn for his thrashing wrath, some orders "were wiser disregarded" or whether or not he'd quietly-whisper for all strange & unusual, if bizarre feints & gestures, for those notices to be dropped-off at the ole' desk down the hall "as he'd figure as much".

In the end, Kissinger had to lure the ole' beast out the door as they were bolted-shut behind him as he had "to josh there like an old sport" and be whisked out-of-there by helicopter as the evil spirit was lifted from "The White House" whether tormented by the ghost of some pesky mother as she would materialize in a chair in Oliver Stone's movie as he'd jerk-back in delusional-madness "before taking another drink".

Whether Jacob in the Bible had to get his ass-kicked by an angel for the way he would try to over-ride the cosmic imperative of what he was destined-for.

And a character like Joseph, thrown down in the ole' pit by his jealous, writhe-slappy Hebraic brothers "and sold into slavery" was a pretty cagey, Aryan fucker as he looked at things from that mentality of the ole' cell-block as he'd scratch his jaw like a cracker and make himself of use as he outwitted The Jews and the sand-niggers yonder in Egypt by playin' 'em off against each other like a rooster-fight in the dirt "and some damn-fine entertainment" down there in the ole' blood, sweat & murder like Jake "The Snake" Roberts or "The Texas Tornado" as it's all washed-away "in a flood" like lightning and torn-trees and gope-eyed loss as we look-over at Wall Street and your Jew-media and your porch/monkey-in-chief and we see the source of our ills here in modern-day America as you but-feast off the problems like the parasitical-swindlers you are as we're telling you to get out of the country.

Because sooner or later we are going to kill you. You have blundered, adrift-- "beyond the darkest-star" of dead hulks, assorted wreckage and other lumber unto the void of dead liberal gods, the only thing you have left as the candles dim upon thy walled-in eternity of the homeless, wandering-Jewwwwww. . . . . . .

I'm King-Nigger in these parts.

I hereby declare myself "El Presidente" & Dictator of our United States of America and would best be "a tempering-force" to halt any possible blood-shed as credibility & greatness is restored and violent-revolution side-stepped.

It is not a matter of Third Parties, but the end of most elections other than citizens on the state and local level watching their backyard's with vigilence and holding their officials accountable through transparency and an empowering skepticism that understands how beyond "the dope of living day-dreams", it is far-more the individual's responsibility to endeavor toward positive self-mastery with the tools readily-available.

We live in a society of warring-propaganda, misled by the profitable-lies of some reigning order of those whom climbed their way-up and rationalize their deafness through a kind of essentially over-talkative dishonesty with the aim of justifying your oppression through their pathetic, disengenuous control and held in suspense to rewards "that will not come", precisely from their arrogant mismanagement even as the country drifts-off into debt, sickness, and irrelevance.

I would call it "our state of negligence" and lack of hard, serious-minded white men whom could ever rise to leadership capacity throughout the corruptness of the system and the arrested-adolescence of the cackling Hebraic man-child whom would think his "exalted victimhood-status" would prevent the house-to-house search as your death-warrant is read in the entrance-foyer and you are hung from the very trees of your driveway as "The Day of the Rope" is selectively-fulfilled.

House debts WILL BE ERASED FROM THE BOOKS. Or it "will go hard" with the Jewish banker as he's butchered and the rules of the global financial-system rewritten anyway, might we knock on the door-- hanging above there, "the three balls"-- of the 12 banking families behind "The Fed", going back with roots to Eastern European gold-traders, diamond-merchants, and ledger-keepers back during Renaissance Italy with various dynasties, like "The Rothschilds" in the 18th and 19th centuries there with the sugar, corn, and indigo-trade and enslavement of populations to fulfill the imperial interests of Britannia & other colonial powers.

Most Jews will be spared.

THE TRUE ENEMY WILL DIE.

I but laugh at the glum, grayed-over, useless liberal/humanist pretensions of thy "Nobel Peace Prize" committee, whether for literature or anything in your cowardly inferiority and elitist-weakness as the sword of moral & intellectual revolution is raised toward the new pan-European fascism and the Muslim-invader driven-out with your anti/free-speech strictures overthrown with respect-enough for what the Holocaust "was really all-about" and the more objective truths about the Hitler regime beyond your ignorant "Tiny Toon" frippery as your society falls to pieces and citizens legally carrying hand-guns for self-defense only caused crime-levels to drop, no matter how your agenda-based media "attempts to cover-up the embarassing news by not reporting it".

It is as if American & European society would conspire "to do everything possible" to hold-back the greatness of the Western-soul in its eternal war against the enemy of cosmopolitanism and vague-eyed edicts of the culturally-Marxist gutter.

YOU ARE THE ENEMY OF MY RACE. Clear your desks-- lest they be overthrown by force and you thrown to your deaths with your throats-cut before the roaring, "aye'ing" crowd as you will feed the exultations of dark, fascistic hunger as the bell tolls over Europe and the dray-cart hauls-out the dead. . . . .

Ole' Adolf didn't have "enough good influences around" as he spent those years kicking-around as an alienated youth in Vienna as a frustrated young artist on the run from an abusive-home who couldn't get into art-school as he would eventually serve in the huge winner/loser-take-all debacle known as "The Great War" as he was blinded, for a time, in a gas attack, and was facing the grisly-prospect of unemployment in the disgraceful Weimar Republic as he began moving in underground Germanic occult societies that was a combination between folklore and Dungeons & Dragons with an aggrieved nationalistic military spirit.

There was once a great gag on "The Simpsons" that showed a meeting of the local Republican Party assembled at the equivalent of some Transylvanian Castle as a wolf howled at a full-moon around a dark order of the round-table like black knights vowing to overthrow "the honey & daffodils" status-quo. Whether they intended to get "the reformed" criminal, "Sideshow Bob" elected mayor, as the {un}dead voted in that election with names borrowed from tombstones.

Hitler had the frustration to rant & rave, if even stand on top of a chair and fire a pistol in the air for his first beer-hall putsch as he was put under "light imprisonment" where he composed "Mein Kampf" as a loyal secretary took down his words and sure-enough, Hitler was released where he agitated EVEN-HARDER against the system until he took it over and had his enemies eliminated toward a regime of a kind of sordid, magnificient, totalitarian romanticism.

Of course, he could pull this off in an era long-before the internet and "South Park"-style humor where an authoritarian-regime could not afford "to be quite so dishonest" when humor & irony, skillfully-applied, IS THE BEST-WEAPON. Whether before a crowd of street blacks or laughing teenagers, once you lose the credibility of "Shock & Awe" and perhaps lack "the hardness", or even legal-recourse "to start slapping-sense into them" or even start playing "DIRTY HARRY", a character "somewhat like Hitler" is going to be on the retreat.

You would have to learn to think "way-more flexibly", with a hip, "let-it-go" attitude that would get-past the self-defeating pettiness & rigidity that would still be in pursuit of your larger goals, by putting "what's truly important" into context-- whether or not high school students would pump their fists-up-in-the-air in some bland, meaningless "raising-the-roof" gangsta/rap gesture.

I believe in a kind of "free-market{s} of information" along the lines of a more libertarian-philosophy by which the citizen/thinker/{consumer} will start-off from the beginning, "taught to be skeptical" and see the facts before them as they'd best be equipped to make choices with keen judgement and not be "pulled-down" just because A) The school of fish is swimming in one direction; B) The traps that await those hapless victims caught-up in the trendy social movements of near-recent history unto national & global catastrophe.

Who, otherwise-- would have been there to tell them?

Government oftentimes, is either a neutral or half/guilty arbitrer to the status-quo it serves with the laws twisted-toward that very favor. . . . . beyond what any centralized power-source would think beyond the closed-doors of their insider's illusions as the laws of sociology carry-on regardless and part of wisdom is admitting "you can't know everything", even beyond the black regions of shrouded "unknowns" as even Mussolini can rave without realizing "that his fly is open".

I can't guarantee that computers and SmartPhones and digital/internet technology "can solve everything", but as a streamlined format it can definitely "give you a tour" of how things once-were, for what's it worth, and give you a perspective of relative quality, quantity and the shrugging "march-of-progress" as life becomes reflexively-easier "without giving-it much thought".

For all the fluttering, self-conscious importance of your various Fall film festivals, "within the creative bounds" of what you'd expect from such venues even as the young creative-class "is mostly-left to starve" without any kind of guidance or support, other than gathered around your useless, pathetic cult of conformity with its essential, off-kilter gravity of low-mass "because otherwise you're the only thing around" as they're abandoned, anyway.

The true dynamic of life, I've come to see-- are various political "PAC's" or money/warlords alligned to factions even as you might read about the marching-trail of strewn human-wreckage in war-torn lands with the occasional well-adjusted master artist whom tolls-away at his craft to commercial & international renown as you have the local, small-time corruption in cities & towns with glad-handing and 10-gallon hat political gestures, whether at a sleek post-Western Phoneix super-dome with your photo taken next to Willie Nelson or chasin' skirts around offices with the machismo of money and power with an entourage. . . . . which most of the time, "ends-badly" as one overextends into illegal territory "and maybe can't cover-up the scandal".

In the days of "the old political machines" you had harder men with more-serious attitudes whom ran their city like a fiefdom as "the boss". In a way, there would be scenes reminiscent of Mario Puzo's "The Godfather" with local restaurants and hang-out's there with hard-boiled cops and newspaper-men and court-clerks there in the shadowy dance of governance vs. corruption vs. the underworld vs. "maintaining public order" when our society did not have as much decadence, leisure, or space to start-developing flippant illusions "about what's a criminal" and "who's a wise-guy" when even our elected officials and elite "can bungle-it" or "get carried-away" with whom they think they are with fairly amateurish-mistakes precisely because they're not "very-serious characters", though they'd have to face the full-brunt of the fall-out, with possible legal-consequences and whether or not the public would start making-conclusions "about whom to trust or fear, anymore".

No matter how any racist or Klansman "wants to stamp-around", you can't beat the old bemused, slick, grinnin' prescence of Barry White "who knows the score" as he nods there with his deep basso voice and hip, overpowering soul-groove like the golden throne of Africa with the rich, tropical continent of abundance.

Whether or not MTV n' Viacom up there with your favrite Count Vlad Dracul/CEO-in-chief, Sumner Redstone would also forcibly-remove the YouTube clip of Beavis & Butthead boogeying-out to Rob Zombie music on some surreal, demonic, hallucinogenic trip on peyote-cactus "out-of-embarassment" for what it says about their cultural ethos of cynical artistic decay even while pushing-out a fraudulent, liberal "social-Marxist" ideology on the masses with vast youth/culture marketing-schemes designed "not to make you think", BUT ONLY DESTROY as is The Jew's cultural and biological strategy as it works-out, to whatever extent they understand the dynamic as their own community/mass as it functions and the sociology hereforeto as it has worked throughout history when eventually the society would rise-up against them and expell "these trouble-makers", it not killing-off a great-deal of 'em.

"Forrest Gump" as originally-written by Winston Groom was about the wise, essential wisdom "of an idiot-savant" whom kept it simple and made maximum-use of his god-given potentials in a way that very direct, to-the-point men down in the Southern chivalric culture down in the military, football, and the space-program found of very-good use, whatever the broader tapestry of history's mistakes and ignorant "sophistication" of the counterculture liberals, cowards, and other dodgers "whom never did anything with their lives", except pull America down like Jews, hippies, and other lying-scum. . . . . even as they'd deprive Winston Groom of his royalties from the hit-movie adaption and move-about with their cheap, blatting, insulting antics of the foul Hebraic sewers, there with the eternal "rigged-game" of "the short-bet". We know the Jew's tricks and can spot "The Hebrew" on sight by his foreign, exotic, alien, shifty manner and false, fronted masks belieing his conspiratorial, unreliable-nature. . . . . as you intercept "the young" in time and shake 'em from it by the ability to see right through 'em.

Forrest "kept it simple", and outdid himself with rigid, locked mind/patterns that carried-him "far beyond the call of duty" where most might have had "the good sense to quit", but he took-it far beyond the highest realms of the profession while snobs would be sidelined by their own pathetic negativity.

Mindy would meanwhile "just watch the experiment" and let the results speak for themselves as even you social and cultural-Marxists not only looked ridiculous, but attempted "to cheat" and undermine your own shady principles with "The Dilemma" and "Black Swan" while getting destroyed-anyway and utterly-repudiated in public for having gone after a guy like me, as more & more of the story is revealed and you see the angry, hollering remnants of your bankrupt society and whether or not they'd start-demanding your blood for the decades of corruption which have unspeakably-accrued, whether or not anyone could quite "wrap their mind" around the fullest nature & extent of the problem without your public intimidation-squads.

I originally attempted "to be nice", and saw what I got when dealing with this arrogant, strutting Hebraic enemy caught-up in various egotistical, unconstitutional delusions WHICH WAS EXACTLY "THE NATURE OF WHAT I WAS TALKING-ABOUT". We're not dealing with adults-- but spoiled, overgrown children whom bluff us into thinking they're the ones whom carry-around any kind "of elite, correct opinion" when all I see is the country childishly-mismanaged by "The Mickey Mouse Club" whom think that life is going to be a degraded, enforced nursey pulled-down to their level with various storming gangs of trick'er'treater's & "Tiny Toons" up to Halloween pranks WHEN YOU'RE GONNA GET SHOT BY MANIFESTLY MORE-SERIOUS KILLERS AS WE CAN "HUNT YOU DOWN" WITH NAMES & ADDRESSES AND INTERNET I.P. TRAILS AND TORTURE THE INFORMATION OUT OF THOSE HELD-IN-CUSTODY.

I am not Ghadaffi, and even-so. . . . . he was mostly-corrupt & incompetent. Now if you run a society "that works", and you methodically "smoke-out" your enemies-- well, your regime can very-well last-as-long as you carry-on like "a strong-man", hopefully one "a bit more just & equitable" so you don't have the next "Apple" or "Microsoft" tinkering-away at something out in the ole' garage or home office that's gonna put 'ya "out of business" as the tingling "zings" of Fax-Machines put the ole' Soviet Union under "as word traveled-fast". . . . .

Forrest Gump's most famous saying is, "Stupid is as stupid does". Forrest was smart-enough to keep up a positive attitude that kept things direct and to-the-point so he remained undistracted by the essential-negativity of the more-brusque and worldly WHICH CARRIED HIM UNTO VICTORY.

Our old friend, Thomas Paine was quite the pamphleteer in his day as a wild, yet skeptical romantic whom believed-ardently in the eternal-flame of liberty as his rabble-rousing writings attracted a wide, popular following across all classes of society in what was once known as "The American Colonies" as it got enough of the citizenry "thinking about the possibilities" as the Revolution fermented in its early days and eventually "The Founding Fathers" drew-up "The Declaration of Independence", itself based on the tradition of conservative British jurists by which the King and Parliament violated "really quite-arbitrarily", mostly for the reason of raising-revenues and cornering markets for taxation with the British empire running an unjust "protection-racket" with its troops and promises of public-order which it maintained at the expense of an increasing section of its alienated American subjects whether this would be about tyranny, pomposity, or the cannon as this would be ever-more shown to be revealed "for what it was".

"The Founding Fathers" themselves were sturdy, intellectual men whom amassed fortunes and property through the patient values of hard-work and thrift as daring risk-takers whom were yet conservative gentleman willing to fight, as it would make sense for the noblemen to force the king to sign "The Magna Carta" and assure their liberty by imposing limits on arbitrary-power, with the right to attend to their castles as warlords whom would have to periodically fight-off rivals with the intrigues of spies and assassins and various folks "bearing-tales" to their court, whether bards or magicians or Gypsy-dancers as the lord of the manor would spend his days hunting and otherwise governing over his fiefdom with the cooperation of the local clergy while the serfs worked the fields and villages had guilds of craftsman with young apprentices whom served their 7-years.

Off in a land like Russia "to the East", you'd have "The Czar" and the boyars whom had no jurist-tradition of limited-government, much less business & contract-law, as you'd have the peasants living "as serfs" well into the 19th century with no real method "of social mobility" no matter what you did as life was pretty cheap, harsh, and miserable for most with untold sorrows that live on to this day.

Here in "The West" our life would be taken-over by mercantile concerns and the abstract of contracts in the materialism oblivious to quality & spirit unto a false-equivalence and an arbitrary expansion-of-the-law until the system is so-broken, we'd all be left "as serfs" as the elite & corporations "have written-the-rules-in-their-favor" and tilt-all-the-money-their-direction with various little obfuscary "red-herrings" of nursey-stories about "The American Dream" to take suspicion off-of-them even as they continue to gorge and cynically drag-down the system, taking everybody with 'em. A big, bullying thief can intimidate others into silence. . . . . let alone "the dawning realization" of the little people which they certainly wouldn't "care-about". . . . . not unless mass-attention was brought to it and you smoke these thieves out like John Wayne and his possee with the villains cornered down at their ole' corporate-cave.

First you got to be damn-well aware that the corporation ain't the common-man's friend and is the consummate enemy of "Main-Street", if even messin' with Jimmy Dean whom came-up with the sausage-brand as they dropped-him as the official, honorary mascot "because he didn't have enough trans-national appeal" as we're expected to sell our soul to the Red Chinese.

It makes no difference to the corporate-man, nor the banker. They mostly make their money offa' rolling-paper through various-levels of some deceitful "house-of-cards" like the ever-rickety "pyramid-scheme" it is when not even the young-strivers "attempting-to-climb" will ever be rewarded as everyone else is left with joblessness and debt as your government continues-on with its corrupt, arbitrary expansion of Federal-power and various "goody-bag's" for its loyal friends, be this Hollywood "or some diversity-mafia" even as largess is squandered "and the right to speak-up about it" undermined by jealous, crowd-sourced sabotage as liberals would justify their cowardice & weakness, as if "to get it turned-around as some token of sophstication" rather than risk their jobs from these strong-arming Jews and their damn mob set on anyone "who would dare to disagree".

Evidently, they'd "write-you-off" as stupid, just as they presumed to  disrespect my intelligence as they underestimated my potential here with the capacity "to take 'em out for good". Which is why, more or less, it is in your interest to join a nation-wide protest against Wall Street in your local town or city in solidarity with the marchers up in New York to cause your enemy maximum-embarassment.

The time has never been more-ripe to join-in on the fun and make a difference, all while thumbing-your-nose at your oppressor at fairly-minimal cost, other than showing-up perhaps with an inventive-sign or a paddle-ball or any other attention-getting stunt you can think-of. Wall Street ain't "Main Street" and never will be even as they choke-off the chances of the small-business owner.

And whether or not many more on "the left" would mistake the rich from those whom are merely "well-off" because they worked damn-hard for it. There was a great scene in "Wall Street" from 1987 with Gordon Gekko "when he kind of admitted" that he was so wealthy and succesful that money became "essentially-meaningless" but he was in "merely for the hard-charging love of the game" like a fox-hunter or polo-player among the New York culture of "what passed" for elite noblemen, there in a cut-throat environment in which you might tend to find some sociopathic character disorders which would be just as true for the likes of "Ragnar Redbeard" whom penned "Might is Right" as it would be for free-booter's and pirates.

Warlords throughout history have been narcissistic psychopaths.

But at least I don't lie to you about it, as if using "your meekness" against you "with some delusions of higher-morality".

Ole' Annalee ran "Bad Subjects" with those writers as a method of parsing, limited dissent "within the framework of what they knew". Whether one should otherwise "rob a bank" or selflessly hand-out fliers on 80-hour weeks for ACORN to a bunch of mumbling, drunk, sleazy Negro ingrates when one "would already feel kind of awkward & shy", the options were limited when one could not completely sequester themselves away from society "and the working-world" to otherwise build these effective communication-skills, much less "make sense of the world they lived-in" as a lot of these kids were bright, verbose Jews alienated from their environment moving within the current of time & convention off there at the Berkley campus and whether or not they ever had broader experience here with "Red-State" life.

Much of writing like this tends toward navel-gazing, as does much of the liberal creative-arts you'd find in Hollywood and various ACLU "First Amendment" games wedded to the corrupt Democratic-establishment and Jewish money from Wall Street as they narrowly-focus on the blind, petty dollar like the gray, shuddering, child-molesting vampire/squid with dead, yellowed-over Middle-Eastern eyes true to the breed of the sly "black magician" more-artless than he thinks as America "catches on" and they bungle "their own hit-job" as the lions close-in at a roaring gallop.

Now, Fred Phelps & "Westboro Baptist Church"  wants to picket Steve Jobs's funeral which I think, at this point-- would only make for some hilarious ambient noise in the background as you'd be snickering at this old, gnarled goat and lack of ironic-appreciation. The guy who runs "JewWatch" may have been so direct & literal-minded and in need-of-money on that low-fi "chuck-steak" level, that he rented-out part of his property to a compromising individual-- whether or not he'd sense "how this may come-across" even as he'd pay for web-space from servers located in Pakistan.

As it goes, the situation may be simpler or more-complex-- but if someone is ill-equipped to fight "an info-war" with verbal-sophistication that duels with a more sweeping world-view, they can find themselves "getting-circled" by hostile forces they're not in a place to fight-off.

You've got to know, that white nationalism is frequently a scruffy, lonely, unappreciated path and a rather "thankless" job against a manifestly more well-funded establishment full of smug, self-satisfied enemies that has kept-control over the propaganda-agenda "for quite some-time" with the politicians they own and those lower in the hierarchy they menace with threatened-careers.

I DO NOT DANCE TO THE JEW'S HARP & WILL MURDER SOME OF YOU "TO PROVE IT".

If were to think about the psychology of the young Jewish partisan, whom is a sentimental romantic at-heart. . . . . I would see the potential for a kind of brittle-anger that comes from a sort of obsessive-compulsive desperation caught in the limits of mortality's spooked imagination there with scary, if unthinkable, prospects that is an illusion of your cornered psychology, whether or not you would actually-provoke the galloping Aryan lions "closing-in" on your position. What you respect is "MIGHT", and a more ferocious verbal-dexterity "with the power of reason" that most whites don't have in enough-quantity to face you down. Using some of the advantages of my in-born Jewish/quirks, I yet had to think way-more like an Aryan Warrior and train myself to see the world from that direct, effective perspective that is a hybrid between "the two".

Thus, you can bring "the message" back to those expected to fight "with one hand tied-behind their back" while moving the majority of the Jewish population, whether domestically or overseas, "out of harm's way" whom might have found themselves "on the wrong-side of the field" because existentially, "there was nowhere for them to go" except siding with a team "that was doomed, anyway" because of the self-segregating antics of the breed, if not other dodgy, pathetic "Cu-koo Gang" behavior that hits the male of the species "particularly-hard".

At least "a Jap with ideals" never-fails.

It's interesting to watch how so many in our modern political & media culture of cynicism would glance-over "and make some parting cheap-shot" when the negativity of one's dwelling territoriality is far-easier, even as others would be expected "to make far-greater sacrifice" to pay for your bozo-like incompetence.

I see that a lot of times in what basically amounts-to some kind of "water-cooler" locker/room mentality when you'd have some character like Senator Scott Brown up in Massachusettes playing to the sports-jock crowd on some prearranged macho radio event with soft-ball questions from basically, apolitical microphone-jesters whom would want to hope that they fall under some limbo-bar of white-collar office business off-to-the-side of the station where sales-managers arrange advertising slots that would remind me a-bit of the promotions department behind Vince McMahon's offices at the World Wrestling Federation or maybe a friendly-wave to the waitresses over at "Hooter's".

Whether or not you want to run-around with these low-down, misogynistic assumptions "that women are stupid", well-- "they're really not", especially when they catch-on to your tricks and would sooner-decide "not to put-up with you". You don't "offer-much". . . . . if this shall always forever be "the limits of your world", beyond some overly-simplistic, meat-headed conservatism and school-yard sociopathy only promising the withered desert of free-market economics where most cannot survive.

A lot of guys "act-small" because they're afraid "of losing-face", as if THEY ALWAYS "HAVE TO BE RIGHT". There's no sense being dragged-down to their level with a whole-lot of useless-fighing, "but rising-above" as a gal can leave that relationship easily. A lot of guys are distant, unfeeling egotists akin to grotesque-wreckage of human-beings whom let-down even their own daughters as they settle into whatever kind of cozy, negligent "conflict-of-interest", as does much of our society through whatever sort of corrupt, self-justifying tale that would excuse-you from taking responsible, meaningful-action. . . . . as if folks could even "think-up much of an outlet for that type of activity". If one were to be so-lazy "to automatically-side with the good-guys", without understanding the essential fraudulent nature "of just about-everybody" with the ability to spot something "for what it is", be these lobbyists "with their own-slant" showing gratitude toward their corrupt partisans in congress while the public mostly-goes neglected & hungry, as if defense-contracts mostly-rewarded in great yields toward mismanaged, malfunctioning, overcharged projects "with no oversight", as professional-inspectors are not aloud to do their jobs "and are sent elsewhere" across the gated, fenced-in property of airstrips.

Most liberals & Democrats, are even those "whom would hope to effect change", come from some disadvantaged, light-weight position "as it would seem" in the eyes of political-credibility with what they haven't gotten mastered as they're up against powerful, majesterial forces of cynicism, whatever "the flippant-idiocy" of the irreverent & irrelevant carrying-on "like Tiny-Toons" as their undignified, degraded behavior is only unproductive AND MUST BE HALTED IMMEDIATELY.

I believe in a touch "of Merry Pranksterism", but otherwise this requires a steely-eyed cogency of ideals. The "Take-Back Wall Street" Movement must prioritize, in its list of demands, "TRUE EQUITY OF OPPORTUNITY". The fact is, our economy is shot and our citizens jobless & debt-ridden due to the fraudulent neo-liberal & neo-conservative policies folks were suckered "into going-along with", and couldn't offer meaningful-resistance-to back at the time "even if they wanted-to" with the diversity-mafia and the Jewish terror-squads of politically-correct enforcement which would bribe the population with cheap money "and something-for-nothing" HAPPY-END FICTIONS as folks were all pulled-down by their mutual-cowardice and greed as the system carrying-on with this much dodgy-dishonesty and abusiveness would only become more & more corrupt, shaky, and unsustainable.

This would only serve, inadvertantly-- "to make everyone far-more miserable" if even or culture and economy stranded in "The Great Dust-Bowl".

What I chiefly care-about, IS REBUILDING-AMERICA. And what I've come to learn is that it would require "an incubation-period" as folks work on their skills or even relearn their approach to working & living as you might consider the possibilities of online-lectures where you can "rewind-the-tape" as many times as necessary. Whether or not traditional colleges & universities can serve as "a seminar", "an open forum", or maybe as "a club-house" for hands-on concerns so professors "wouldn't be put-out-of-work" even as you'd have serious-contenders venturing-around on the campus with great motivation.

If even the hobbies of an unholy amateruism that can bloom unto serious-careers because one had strange, obsessive-quirks. If even looking at the visionary-career of Steve Jobs with an intuitive-feel for customer-relations beyond the world of egotistic Hollywood & New York psychopaths up to their mutually-damanging intrigues "and other such wargames" even as you have the veterans of past & current wars STILL "PAYING THE PRICE" WITH THEIR BLOODY-SACRIFICES ALL SO SOME "BIG-JEWS" CAN CONTINUE TO CARRY-ON WITH THE ILLUSION THAT THEY'RE BIG, IMPORTANT "SOMEBODIES".

And whether or not the park, which is owned by "The Bloomberg Couple" as your unaccountable royal-partners of Gotham in league with "The Wall Street Thieves", would turn the police on their own hungry, righteous citizenry camped-there peacefully as you may hear a voice of a happy, chirping defiance. If even the humble voice behind "Mr. Burns" on "The Simpsons" would not ask for a higher-salary "which is being-cut anyway", but a percentage of the royalties that would slowly, profitably-accrue for his years of patient work, along the rest of the cast.

The Jewish power-structure I was up-against was arrogant, and lost to its own world of cynical, incompetent mismanagement as they yet do not inspire faith as hard-core, serious, bad-ass men whom can stare-down our national problems upon "the psych-out" of global-standing as they've squandered-away all-confidence with America and will shortly be out-of-power, by which we will {-- mostly!!} side-step genocide "and ethnic-cleansing" for more-favorable terms.

I was a character whom basically spent his life dealing in a kind of informal, free-lance hermetic occult practice of the magician. . . . . whether or not in the early days, "growing-up", I would have really-known what I was doing. Magic & technology "are kind of similar", as they're based on physical principles of energy and illusion with the sleek proportion "of magic-numbers" that can play into the feng-shui of architecture as a source that channels power and higher religious essence with the artistic tints of suggestion with a sacred & moving silence.

If Jews can best-overcome their environmental-alienation "that keeps 'em off-the-track" and they can "get in-touch with this" without thrashing-around too much, then this may very-well "settle 'em down" so they won't provoke the Slaytanic Nazi Resurgence like the galloping horsemen of the Mohammadans taking-over the Middle-East by sword and trade-route and conquering-flame with a laughing hand of gold-coins falling like a cut-throat's reign of blood.

So what, "if tough times" there with a long, arduous road are ahead so long as you can engineer your way through them with a nice, spunky girl at your side? If even laughing at the idea that you should be nagged-to-death by some Jewish-mother as the whole system falls to roosting, ignorant negligence full of gobbling cowards and the other fundamentalist-minded whom think you're the one whom should be righteously-left "holding-the-sack"? Part of the truest creed of American freedom "is the right to walk-away" and decide to do better for oneself other than the squalling of these people "off in their inferior, private-hells".

Now, what I find very-appalling is how one already-came out of a dysfunctional home as someone struggling "to make sense" of the world around-them, whether or not they could hack-through the confusion of various neurological-quirks and pervasive-developmental disorders when they were set-adrift through the chaos of changing-times, let alone their own childhood as the clock-turned unto adolescence as one was cast among the freaky, tribal sociologies and those whom all these years later "would try to take you down anyway" out of naked-greed for their system, but by for any other name, is indefensible even as you play empathy-sobbing/pity-politics like jealous children and grotesque-wreckage of human beings. You are a pathetic-race, whether or not you'd resort to gossiping, poison-pen, and black-mailing whether or not you'd eavesdrop on one's personal communications until "The Feds" had to push 'ya aside and leave this job up to professionals WHICH YOU WILL NEVER BE.

All you would attempt to have is various spook-out games of emotional-projection, which is singularly-unwise because our population over years of being-made impressionable by news & entertainment media might just as soon listen to someone with a stronger, more masterful voice and whether or not he has it in his power to turn the masses against-you in the most-destructive ways imaginable.

Your various Weimar stunts paled in comparison to the blood-roar that Hitler & "The Nazis" commanded as the likes of Anne Frank "paid for it" Whether or not you'd blackmail Winona with "the ole' coin & whip trick", WHO LOOKS LIKE ANNE FRANK. Even as you'd hawk "The Diary of Anne Frank" which was somewhat-of-a-forgery "anyway" as it was pieced & edited together "with a touch of creative-license" for maximum effect, even as Elie Wiesel "told some tall-tales" in "Night".

Most folks would just need a simple explanation from an elder, "silver-back" gorilla as he shows you "the working-principle". Beyond hokey, young liberal romanticism YOU HAVE "WHAT ACTUALLY-MATTERS" SO YOU WON'T GET YOUR GUTS TORN-OUT & BE "LEFT FOR DEAD" AS THE PRINCIPLES OF HISTORY'S TRAGEDY KEEPS REPEATING ITSELF AS "THE STATUS-QUO" WOULD OTHERWISE "NOT REALLY-CARE", YET INTIMIDATE YOU WITH SOME BOGUS, COZY, "CONFLICT-OF-INTEREST" MORALITY-GAME "IF YOU WERE WEAK OR VULNERABLE-ENOUGH TO BELIEVE IT", AS FOLKS WOULD PROSECUTE A SELECTIVE, "RIGGED DUNKING-STOOL" OF FACTS AGAINST YOU IN GREEDY, NAGGING, OBSESSIVE-COMPULSIVE RAG-SHEENY ARROGANCE.

And then yell at you when you called her "a Jew-bitch".

By the time you'd get down to what's "far-more-important" you wouldn't hold-it-against some Jewish-girl out in the community, even though others would attempt to play their limiting/semantic-games which you neither have to believe or accept, but merely watch-them carry-on "like cowardly-insectivores" once their scam is exposed.

As unfortunate as it is, the dynamic between "The Entertainment Business" & child prostitution may not be "all that-different", if literally "crossing-over" sometimes as you can never trust Jews, Gypsies, blacks, and fags-- if not other shifty ethnics or even low-down white men. Basically, when you have those whom attempt to get through in life by fronting some slick, dishonest story and is frequently built-on the hapless victimhood & exploitation of those never in a position to fend-off some manipulative and ultimately-enslaving inducement by a larger parasitical-figure whom looms in the dark, swirling gravity of dysfunction's abusive-addictions, and whether-or-not "when you lash-out" it only sinks-you into a deeper hole as you refuse to be a feminized-slave in this daffy/taffy Jew-house even as the community would circle & hiss "and shake their fists".

YOU CANNOT "BREAK MY WILL".

THE "ARYAN-SLAYER" WILL PREVAIL.

Down here in St. Louis over the years we'd watch the phenomenon of what plays-out when you'd have "the local schomos" up to whatever bit of preposterous, pathetic mischief whether some local transient fixture or maybe someone "with delusions of grandeur" whether as a politician or businessman and what happens when the rules that could have once made them "big-shot's" are changing to reflect a way-scrappier, more-brutal reality and whether-or-not they'd be brought-down by some fairly-amateurish mistakes "in today's climate" by finding themselves financially-overextended "or even in legal hot-water" as folks demand their money and The FBI may have built-up a case against-them. All because you want to think, maybe-- that you're slick, counterculture "big-shots" or maybe princely-niggers or soccer-hooligans or Clayton lawyers toasting each-other around a table without thinking about the limits of one's casual-bonds once you would be up "to the poker-game" of wearing-a-wire as none of you would be hardened to the eventualities, perhaps of Federal Prison, if you formed a little illegal conspiracy then committed perjury over it as you'd have to think about your families at home.

If you live down with low-slung integrity and you put your woman-first, there with the kids if there be any, then you won't "get caught-up in a bad situation", much-less bankruptcy or perhaps vengeful-killers whom would be closing-in like stalking, prowling leopards growling through the lights of a safari-jeep with flashing, golden eyes and pearly, sharp teeth gritted with the whiff of decaying, rotting antelope-flesh "that may as well be yours".

Much of this society is based "on fronting a story" when folks, evidently "thinking they're smarter", deal in a kind of hip, contemptuous code "or doublespeak" that banks on the simple-hearted "left holding the sack", as if they should be left-addicted to the Jewish-dope of your various media and entertainment industries, if not the lies of liberalism and banker's frauds perpetuated by Wall Street there entwined in unholy alliance with the political system and educational-establishment designed to make you, but enfeebled consumers to the poison that is killing you and everyone around the planet.

And how should they attempt to retaliate-- not only against one whom refuses to be a victim, but teaches others how to self-empower themselves so you don't find yourself remaining in hock to "the creditor" under the most bogus, degrading, inhumane conditions whom plied you with lies and flattery "in the first place", as if it's some token of your intelligence to be craftily-harnessed to their enslaving system and ultimately-betrayed, as they find it convenient to blame those set-up for the worst-kind of failure amid the parasitical whoops of jackals and vultures.

Whatever the so-called intelligence of "our elites", whether you have Governor Jerry "Moonbeam" Brown out in California catering to illegal immigrant swarms or Tom Morello from "Rage Against the Machine" carrying-on like another flashy, short-sighted radical in the latest issue of "Rolling Stone" magazine, most thinking folks are always barred "from asking the hard questions" as these liars duck-out behind walls of handlers and frivolous-money. You might wonder about how we used to be innovative-leaders in technology, there with well-funded research & development in the hard sciences while even so, most people these days hide behind fluttering, egotistic games and thusly "can't learn from their mistakes" when it's not "how smart you're told you are" but congratulated for your stalwart-effort and will-to-adapt. Folks would otherwise barricade behind a fortress of stodgy, defensive, arrogant rationalization and thusly, get blasted-to-pieces under the worst terms imaginable.

I've seen situations on say, "The Maury Povitch Show" when you have young guys "in denial" that there's good odds that they owe some angry, furious, crying teenage mother "an apology" as their inability to face the creeping-debt of this crisis, evidently-thinking "they could get-away with care-free, partying lifestyles" is about to come to an end, as he wants to think "let some other fool be the daddy". Anyone but me, right?

And then the shock & devestation "when his number comes-up" and he's out-of-his-mind with woe, as if being told "to step-up to the plate" is being marched-down to the gallows. Being burdened with the cachet "that it's the ultimate responsibility" with all the solemn fanfare probably only-means that you'll bungle-the-job in a kind of self-serious failure.

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Steve Jobs had some good experiences with marijuana & LSD, as if to say it helped him see outside "the box of the world" and give him an idea that there would be something beyond limited, material corpreality which would then give him a kind of flexibility to move and think as he'd boldly march-forward with the tides of progress. Certainly, it's not the only way to achieve "a bit of this attitude" but he was a man whom came from a time and a place, that was out of 1960's California counterculture up there with the programmers and other "Atari Democrats" mostly out of Sunnyvale, not too far from Berkley, and pretty-much the setting where "E.T. The Extra-Terrestrial" was supposed to have happened, whether or not some young Sean Penn would have been skateboarding through the neighborhood like rock n' roll and Dune Buggies and urban legends about Star Wars there with the comic-books put-out by Stan Lee over @ Marvel with cassettes and pirate-flags.

Steve Jobs had a designer's ability to edit like a producer "and get-down to the fundamentals" beyond sentimental hang-up's for the sake of innovation's forward-thinking momentum though you might laugh at the dirty-secret behind overseas manufacturing and the pathetic, wretched poverty-of-opportunity folks labor-under there for long hours in miserable, low-paid factories all so Americans can strut around like hip, self-satisfied geeks whom would "give-enough-of-a-damn" to fall into idle "Steve Jobs-worship" around their liberal "cult-of-personality".

To me, he would come-across as a bit of a benign hippie-figure and businessman whom would yet be too blinkered, there-- behind the way he rationalizes life-- to really see "the whole picture". As if he could have even "heard-it" when he was alive BECAUSE IT WAS "MAKING HIM RICH" AND EVERYBODY TOLD HIM "WHAT A GENIUS" HE WAS.

Now, down there on the preposterous "street level", something I will always recognize is a bit of the gentle, yet ever-obnoxious and self-effacing chutzpah of some unlikely, inventive-scheme and a bit of "the gag" that one would really set-up a lemonade-stand on a busy sidewalk or selflessly "knock-on-doors" as if selling "the mystery religion" to all of man's foibles-- if even "getting paid", except for harnessing-up a victim up to some line of shoddy-products, or even some spiel about "religion being the opium of the masses" but generally, those canvassers are not nearly as glitter-eyed, nibbling, and desperate. If only to appreciate the fond joke of one's juvenile, post-adolescent poverty, but not of spirit nor mind. And it's why you don't forget these people, and best get them scooted "out of the way" of any kind of ethnic genocide that may need to happen. Whether we have to pick-up a club in the ethos of pure power and smash-out the brains of the symbolic heads "of the old order" in the ultimate ritual of dethroning violence in some fine serenity in murder over the fallen, skirting excuses of America's "power-brokers".

Now, a while-back when my house was being circled, I was reading the Vanity Fair article on "The Bronfman Daughters", there with creepy tales of a $cientology-like cult there with lurid, grinding details of an unpleasant nature and I'd find it funny to think that my optical mouse "jammed" midway through the article. Of course, when I'd sometimes "leave the frequency open" on the Nintendo fortune-telling program, I'd get some strange, uncanny answers-- including one: "You are being watched". And how my daily mail-box horoscope would seem to be "hacked" as-well. I could just as well presume that some of this is intentional, maybe all of it-- which could be arranged, easily enough-- with a bit of surveillence or computer expertise or maybe "some jamming signal" that would work like a bit of stage-magic, depending on where they were located-- and would have presumed that would be "next door" where some college-kids "picked-up and left" on rather short notice. Theoretically, this would serve as a campaign of psychological warfare with whatever number "of dirty-tricks" meant to be played-on the superstitious, perhaps the emotionally-vulnerable. The system had to deal "with a disruptive element".

But yet in the larger picture, other elements may come into play when you wonder about the nature of jangled, disturbed spirits when society begins to resemble more & more of a madhouse, and when you think about the nature of chaos and how that plays into what we traditionally call "poltergeists", when strange & unusual things or maybe bizarre coincidences would begin stacking-up as if reflecting haunted times of decay or a quality there in the world we live in whether or not we're moving through a bent or sunken zone in which demons or evil forces would dart-in with more prevalence "from time-to-time" as things get worse down here.

As traditionally-understood, the devil deals in golden illusions, which themselves came out of a jealous-hatred of God's light, and higher realms of intelligence off on an ethereal-plane of clouds & spheres where sits the philosopher as described by George Benard Shaw in "Man & Superman". In the play, Satan is played by a Jew whom believes the world to be vast, endless, nameless, and purposeless as befits his crafty, feral scrambling unto a marginally-higher rock of superiority that would come from his weakness and insubstantiality.

The lack of integrity loops-out through society like a vicious web of cycling abusiveness until everyone is affected and the system collapses in misery.

All because you couldn't make The Jew admit "who he really was". And get him to turn-around while there's still time.

I didn't have much in my arsenal "back in the early-days", if only to understand that the view over there is that "fans don't amount to much", which is probably-right. When you have those who are enchanted, as if before some "larger-than-life" ethereal super-being in the rush of mortality's pulsing, razor-thin whisker of some present "horizon event-window" rapidly vanishing, you've got to understand. . . . . this is the recipe for some awful-things-- whether you "bungle-it" or some cruel prank is played on you, or maybe you're tethered-along on the ghost of a hope by manipulative tendrils to the indifference of the parties. This is the way the world works, and why you must look-on with a hard, keen eye at everything that comes your way and be ready to flip-over the table and draw a weapon.

Many kids whom tend to be of a lighter skin or perhaps, at least-- civilized middle-class lifestyles-- are not taught how to look at the world from a cagey, streetwise standpoint when you'd know the signs of crowd dynamics, or perhaps some individual offering "a bid" be this a gesture of some sort throughout what you can expect throughout the milling crowds of ignorance. Many folks whom live in the city take the flow of traffic "for granted", and move in a kind of langouring, if lackadaisical decadence that may move within a shimmering, golden mismira of the surreal in which you're neither staying sharp nor objective.

I hate crime and stray, wandering hordes of hooting non-whites on the verge of mob-activity or even riots which is why I{'d} kill a nigger just as soon as look at one, for all it really adds-up to whom fester-around at your behumbled, avoidant expense whatever the talk of "Civil Rights" and "The American Civil Liberties Union" until something happens like it did in our very-own St. Louis "Loop" when the resistence of the lighter-skinned populace had been broken-down to such an extent by the poisonous liberal entertainment-culture they could not fight-back in a long-night of chaos that showed the truth of what all of this ideological-brainwashing "really amounted-to" to the slumped-shoulders of your local establishment.

Many figures in America have profited-off of this essential dishonesty that has overtaken not only "The Kaynofabee" of national conversation, but the way we think about money "or even define success" as it narrowly-befits their advantage-- if not an inborn verbal-intelligence, than some blatting capacity "for changing the subject" throughout the fluttering belfry-bats of their low-minded mentalities.

Many of you are subhuman to me and whom I'd gladly torture-to-death.

You can't get-away "with being this rich", especially your fortunes themselves were based on so much fraud, or rolling-over illusions of paper-wealth based on your jealous, sniping psychopathy which itself was based on a figment of a lot of things, including the triumph of the American-Jewish narrative there with "the success story" which you mostly counterfeited that, from which true value is made and thusly betrayed all those "who followed the rules", even in your own community and the problem when a lot of kids cower behind the city wall because they have nowhere else to go out of deep, nibbling, existential fear even as life across The United States is falling-apart for everybody. These kids may chant "the liberal line", but they've never had anything-else even as this ideology fails-them and they're left "without futures" because the system has rotted-away under your watch.

Many of you have never seen-it "from the grunt's perspective", as if someone like him "is even aloud to have a voice" other than not to break the slave-shibboleths, whether you want to snap-down someone with a cane by invoking "class-warfare" as we're supposed to have our eyes pentiently turned to heaven where sits "The American Dream" which plays-out far more "like an American Nightmare" as you'd have these kooky-custodians mauling your kids whether through a fractured home-life or some incompetent battery of schools as you'd just as soon churn-out armed, dangerous psychopaths on a neo-Nazi compound "near-you".

A problem that would concern me, is that someone like Winona or Blossom wouldn't necessarily "have an answer" for how the world is, or why it has turned-out this way and they're just kindly-actresses whom might rustle-around in their grab-bag of charms, if not defense-mechanisms when they should not have to answer "for the system's crimes", even though they would be a very convenient, public face whether or not you have the disappointed, howling masses with whatever personal issues or financial difficulties or shot-to-hell life prospects they face.

No one like this needs to be facing-down "some angry-mob", whether or not they may have committed themselves to some culturally-insensitive activities or projects "when they might not have known-better". And this itself would come from being insulated, perhaps a-bit-fearfully, behind some city wall with the circles of people they'd know which itself can be dangerously self-limiting, there in the fake, cosmopolitan world of jesters & ruthless scum.

The fact is, whatever the snobby pretensions-- these are cowards whom run from the niggers & Mexicans, whether or not "The Aryan Wolves" need to hunt 'em down as well. Either a shotgun waved-in-the-air and fired a-couple-of-times and they'll run like jack-rabbits, there in deep consternation for their own swelling, rotten black-heave of jittery, up-front, eye-rolling fear of blood, agony, bloated corpreal wagers, and the ultimate-meaninglessness of their short, ill-considered lives that would otherwise turn them into the most fluent of pacifists-- even as they'd hear the tramp of marching-boots as the paramilitary police secures the streets, taking-up positions, and splitting the skull of Tom Morello should he gesture forward in jazzy/jeezy "waz-up" affront before shooting him dead on the ground as the tanks of "El Fascisto" plow-forward and roll-him under.

I've seen a kind of situation I can relate-to, when it comes to being-- maybe, the underfed newcomer. You've got to think about the dynamic of what it means to stand-up to a bit of the cynical, lynx-eyed, easy-figurin' that would sort of expect one to stand there in a kind of stolid, conservative, thick timidity that would yet "hope-well" as you'd mean to make friends and prove themselves "a good sport", whatever any kind of advantage is rapidly disappearing "from being an unknown quantity". Whether or not "you'd stand there", as if to prove "you're strong" short of some confrontation "as it would make no difference" to their seedy, low-down outlook if they'd even understand the gesture, whether one hopefully stands stout with their principles as if to defy their laughter in dark, runny decay. But yet to understand that "this is a losing proposition" as it will only "get worse", not better because there is no reason for it to change, otherwise with the pitiless laws of how the sociology of an exploitive-relationship carries out, whether in a work-environment or with one's peers. Whether one knows "how to take a stand" or maybe "walk away" when they've already been lured-in this far professionally or maybe financially, or perhaps "with some other emotional stake at hand". And whether or not, so much of the suspense "would have all been for nothing"-- as if playing your fear or ignorance against you as scenarios evolve and change, leaving the wounds of that vast, empty psychic void of those who got out, but not too soon before "getting swindled". And maybe left to oneself to dwell.

To think strategically & smart. . . . . is knowing how not to fall into victimhood.

Oswald Spengler was a singularly-grim, if ever-sober sum'bitch whom would perhaps be immune to the petty, joy-loose thrills of modern consumer-society and the mysteries contained herein be this the small-joys of penny-gum with a Bazooka-Joe comic or some old arcade-machine. It simply "wouldn't register" across his grim, frosty features of stern professorship nor a stone thrown down a well but for the moral of some Hansel & Gretal "Grimm's Faiere Tales" point of an age-old lesson whether or not these kids were left to starve-out in the woods, or perhaps be eaten by predators as they would hope to follow some non-availing trail of bread-crumbs devoured-away by the indifference of pecking nature. Whether or not "they returned to the nest again", some parental authority figure would have had to bean 'em in the head with an axe.

Maybe it would have taught 'em something about "self-reliance" even as he gave them a hatchet and said: "GO FORTH". Maybe they could descend on a caravan of stooped-over, wandering Jews "and raid the proceeds", deciding whether or not they'd scalp 'em like Injun's and light their forked, devil's tails on fire as they run-off swearing with hoary Yiddish through the woods like flap-armed tree-stumps before diving for cover in their deep, belching, hateful hole of Semitic plotting lest you "throw a match down there".

Now some headline would boldly remark on the necessity of The President & Congressional Leaders meeting with "the street rabble", no matter who'd we be-- as you'd know that this would be nothing-more than some masquerade "of looking gravely-concerned" as folks stamp-around and vent, "as if being-validated" with nothing more than a bit of cheap, official pageantry as enthusiasm would wane and the marchers "would go home", just as they've calculated so the status-quo can continue "much as before". Even as you'd look at these apocalyptic "squattervilles" and why folks "need something to do". 'Basics wouldn't cost much, if they were rebuilding the road to victory in the rhythm of strong, honest work. They could work-on houses or push-around wheel-barrels or clear-out brush. There's plenty of work in the land that could theoretically "be done". It's just a matter of supervising and making-sure that men "get-paid" for doing the job correctly. Whether it's working-around the community, it scarcely-makes-a-difference. . . . . so long as they have "something to do" that they can be proud-of in the camraderie-of-it.

Gals whom tend to be younger, if not unmarried, with less money & property wonder about their political choices as skeptical-consumers. Beyond the loaded-rhetoric of machismo that you tend to get on "the right", there with various "Fred Flinstone" schemes that fall short worthy of any extended sit-com of national debate, if not fizzled-out policy of varying degrees of unaccountability and embarassment, women tend to stand-back with a bit of disinvested interest. Many on the right tend to come across "like ogres", to whatever degree of some blatant manipulatve hokiness or contempt for a woman's uncooperative, wary intelligence. . . . . particularly whether the wages of her womb "or otherwise" becomes an underhanded battle-ground for some enchained servitude, be this her little-job stirring-coffees in a cap or submissively trudging-through-life without health-care with children-in-tow, with the lord's castle on the hill and the menacing stone Cathedral on the other with a German snarler of a gray, spidery Pope raising his palsied-hand above The Holy See.

Those on the liberal aisle may come-across "as a bit more-personable", but yet in action behave like weak, underfed mongrels whom insinuate, molest, and pester and ply with dope & candy, BUT ULTIMATELY CANNOT DEFEND YOU. Even if a society wards its hands-out in a haze of addicted fantasies & misconceptions like a kind of "blind-man's bluff" of various cast spells of emotional-projection until we wail with withdrawel as we violate the rights of others beyond all picked-pockets and chopped-off hands and Constitutional Crisis. A liberal mostly comes across like a flippant, muddled, indecisive "Tiny Toon" whom bungles most opportunities, perhaps at some attempt at aggressive righteousness-- whether lacking vision or knowledge "of pressure-points", whether or not you'd have to go to "The Velvet Mafia" for assistance.

I would say that the breed tends to be "naturally-persnickety" as snobs-- ever conscious of popularity, fashion, style, intellectual gamesmanship "for the short-bet", and where the money-is for a vain, aristocratic outlook as hedonists and thrill-seekers far-removed from the manner of life most folks are accustomed. Part of them may be mischievious and perceptive with some artistic ability, but generally it's only occupied with a limited-swath of America or cosmopolitan culture whom would notice or care, or otherwise not know how to put "this mystique" into reasonable-perspective beyond the various "Clockwork Orange" posture when they may find themselves dealing with hard-core fascists & neo-Nazis "from the heartland" as the political-tide changes and their reign of imperviousness drops with the sound of a trap-door at the end of a rope.

Yet you may laugh as they're outwitted by the peasant-revolt with the grandeur of the penny-press but out of my Midwestern backwater and vast wine-cellars of knowledge, though I don't own a vineyard and never will. A lot of Hollywood heavy-weights, or even those with artistic-leanings, would care to affect "some kind of European-air" with the cachet of the Latin romance-language mystique of Spain or Italy or perhaps your friendly, anti-American France whether they own property in those countries or import much of the lifestyle to New York or California. Why bother-- when you can have a .jpeg of that old "Castlevania" box and make a hip, running commentary on it, there with a truer social relevance and the ear of the masses? Robert Crumb, for whatever reason, decided that he had to pick-up and move to the French countryside even as some of his original-art would go-on auction on Christie's, ridiculously-enough, for millions of dollars. Why bother? You can get a poster or have an experienced art-student paint a copy, which you'd hang as your very-own canvass. You can buy tasteful art for pretty-inexpensively, even at the mall "if you have a good eye". Look for vividness and fullness of expression with the right shades of subtlety and degree of proportions, but don't be lost agape in the pretense of being cast-adrift at the mercy of some sophisticate's museum and parlour-tricks of our age in hollow relativism and useless Calvin Klein idleness, as if lost deep in one's villa of "Continental" reflection that certainly doesn't speak to my North American continental land-mass out here with good ole' "Lone-Elk State Park" & the wolf sanctuary and "Molly Brown's Fireworks" stand and "Six-Flags" and your ole' "Lion's Choice" down the service-road with the theme from "M*A*S*H" playing on UHF reruns with Metallica shirts & "Jackyl"-- whether or not you speak in a blank, monotone Lou Reed voice, perhaps with a British accent and a "Pulp Fiction" poster hanging-up in Metallica's recording-studio like the pompous sell-out's they became, overly-coddled by the record company and Q-Prime management and league of meek, shrugging "yes-men" moving-about like pizza-delivery roadies in black-caps and corporate-logo t-shirts.

I don't need "a Basquiat canvas". And if Lars Ulrich the drummer owned one, he would come-across far more like Mr. Burns sitting in the tub in a top hat with wine and a bag of "Extra Fancy Potato Chips" as he's watching the security monitors and hunched-over with a cigar, ready to give the order "to release the hounds" on the average member of the public. I don't trust "the elite" nor do I join them. The pretense itself is based on some dishonest, wasteful lie at the expense of the rest of us-- especially when you're offering something way more power-packed & legitimate which some factions up there attempted to sabotage, as the full story will be known someday unto glorious-exposure and what it says about social conditions here in postmodern America there with the internet and yammerin' 24/7 newsmedia and what happens in our society when far-more promises are made than can be kept as the whole system has been cynically hollowed-out by chislers and con-artists and Wall Street tra{ito}rs and bogus public officials.

You have to ask, what is the meaning of selling-out? It means settling for some watered-down excuse, as if to please the baser-opinions of others when clearly you never had to nor should-- as if believing one ever needed "to get that full-of-themselves", in most cases-- to join some vacant-eyed club of ignorance with a grab-bag of some fairly-standard, cheap intellectual-tricks meant to intimidate and control, if not bring-in "the unwary" under the spell of charismatic, edgy manipulations of some sinister-nature-- whether or not someone like my Mom would flap and caw "the party-line" ignorantly like a gullible Rag Sheeny whom never learned her lesson over the years like a gobbling, bright-eyed flake as if I should have "sold-out" to her screwball, dysfunctional Jewish-conception of things. Now, I understand when one may have been intimidated by the jockeying "of some popularity contest", if not originally-aware of the deeper-implications of how this would play-out over time "with the coin & whip trick" as one would be encouraged-along unto some creed of enforced community-ignorance, perhaps as a younger person as the world began to get taken-over by the elites and snobs of the neo-liberal order and various members of the self-satisfied, vulgar Baby-Boomer establishment whom ever-more "lost their way" as this country would fall unto moral anarchy dictated by greed and "diversity policies" that were selective in who they targeted for oppression and abuse, as if one should be "penitent & confused"--

. . . . . before the altar of the forces which decided that someone like Toni Morrison or Barack Obama should get some kind of "Nobel Peace Prize", even as the United Nations mostly-pocketed oil-for-food revenues through corrupt shell organizations among the frippery and ignorance as "The New York Times" buried the story for as long as possible. Even as you had some fake nigger promoted in the newsroom whom wasn't fit to empty the trash whom no one was aloud to criticize even as he willfully monkeyed-around and lazily-sabotaged your paper and how a lot of folks had to resign over this coon.

If someone spoke-up, they would have gotten-fired. Yet because no one did, Jayson Blair and say, "The Fort Hood shooter"-- did incredible-damage where in the end, higher-up's as the ones whom imposed the fraudulent veil-of-ignorance to please "The Jews" with their daffy, sentimental agendas-- lost their jobs anyway. All so you can maintain some dysfunctional pyramid-scheme of lies and retaliate against a whistle-blower such as myself, for what it says about you and the selectively-unequal nature of society that maintains the illusionary rationale of your privilege, as hateful and petty and bogus as it is.

I don't dance to The Jew's harp and neither will anyone "ever again". And we will kill-off as many of you as necessary "to prove-it".

I'm the meannest nigger in America and the first REAL black President far-more serious about governing than those two previous crawling piss-ants, if even some extra from "Hee-Haw" whackin'-off in the Bush{es}. If you can understand how Sherrif Bart in "Blazing Saddles" played his outsider status with a kind of cool, hip preposterousness with a deep grab-bag of wisdom that knew human-nature, much less the overly literal-minded approach of his opponents and how their plans would fall to brittle-pieces as he found innovative-ways "to outfox them" with his fluidity of mind as it played-out in a surreal, cartoonish fashion as "a larger-than-life" leader of the town whom rescued "Rock Ridge", whether or not they'd give land "to the niggers and the Chinks, but not the Irish" as it always pays "to have a scapegoat to whup-on". If even the zombified white working-class, particularly out here in "The Red States" as many movies of "The Night of the Living Dead"-derived trope would emphasize some lurching, mishapen underclass trying to devour the last of frightened, cogent humanity peeking-out from behind the shades of an exclusive, beseiged refuge of safety as the world is overrun by UFO's and Doomsday scenarios.

If anything like this "were to happen", it's precisely because the elite on both coasts and this little "Blue-State" dots of the cities scattered throughout the country have been provoking-it "for all of these years", as if thinking "they were going to get-away-with-it" behind whatever-fiction of post-1960's drift as your irresponsbility has led to the global failure of Western society "as we know it" there with movements and counter-movements of vengeful "Fred Flinstone" bufoonery as Republicans storm-around and mislead-us into foreign-wars of hokey, patriotic derring-do as the most basic-safeguards of our Civil Liberties are arbitrarily-suspended through the bellowing-ignorance of sailing-paper even as the opposition would take-up some flippant, snarky position of petty, weak irreverence or overly-grave, bony "Amnesty International" irrelevance as I would have the average "Pearl Jam" fan murdered-- if not "cremated-alive" to put the fear of God amidst their solemn, rat-like atheistic legions of a breed of leftism that shall be slain for the glory of the Aryan-race with Beethovenian conductor's flourish.

From a lot of what I read about a bit more of your WASPy, "blue-blood" culture from the old pages of my "Esquire" magazine-collection, you'd have folks occupied with "the sporting-life", whether golfing or tennis or fishing for marlins out on the deep, blue seas with a lot of the dynamic you'd might find in "The Great Gatsby" where folks were mostly-living bored, if proper, mostly-untroubled lives of ease "when you didn't have to think too-hard" and it would have seemed "ungentlemanly" if you rocked-the-boat or vigorously broke-from-the-traces as another team-player. You might be locked "unto some kind of duty of silence" for everything that might have been said or expressed, as folks would mostly dabble-off with hobbies there with expensive, gilt-paged books and boarding-schools and brusque, efficient "hired-help" whom were not there to answer "the deeper questions" like some kind "of Father Confesser" even as the mind-set would tend to drift-off unto decadence & irrelevence, much like George H.W. Bush could never think-up of much of an agenda or much-of-a-bold-plan-of-anything other than the original Persian Gulf War which had to put-down some unpredictable-factor figuring-in to the region's oil-supply as the alligned-coalition, thus deputized, "played-bouncer". Whether-or-not you had to invent "some tall-tales" with publicity to get the population suitably-appalled at "The Beast of Baghdad" and riled-up at International Wrestlemania played-out over CNN with various managed-tours and staged-visuals, in which the public would tend to see "more of a theatre-production" than how it actually happened, or even could be delivered whether out of helpfulness or a touch of measured censorship as best made-friendly "to our side of the story".

You can have these postmodern, French intellectual snobs who'd make some kind of sweeping edict, "The Gulf War never happened" as if playing games with mirrors and our limited perceptions "of a bit of the fiction" we saw on t.v. but this is no-less of a soft-headed attitude when it comes to the truest, unfriendly nature of life as socialism and "diversity politics" fails across Europe and liberalism meets the iron-hard contempt here, as a message gets traded-around as if scornfully believing that Al Gore once said "I invented the internet" when he was actually referring to the fact that he voted for funding that fueled the internet's development years-back as a shrugging, happy-enough, technologically-progressive gesture given its blessing by a policy-wonk.

But the fact that the likes of Al Gore & Michael Moore "don't pick-up" on the true, churning, blacker-undercurrents of public-resentment. . . . . whether this is "Fred Flinstone" or Ann Coulter or gun-owners or neo-Nazis. And evidently, "they never found it in their incentive" to control the punks in their own party and side of the aisle, if they even had the force of personality and power of their convictions "to try". You can't run things because you're not serious men-- whether or not you kowtow to "The Pearl Jam pestilence" or don't know how to stare-down Barbara Streisand deep into her inner-core as she's a guest inside your reality and not the-other-way-around when you'd behave far-more-benevolently than Rasputin ever did with the mystique of his mad, shuffling peasant-dances.

A hard-core Aryan fighter would move-in and drive-a-knife through some impersario of a cosmopolitan "ring-master" and "magician" WITH LITTLE FANFARE before he'd ever have time to work-up a spell in the game "of psyching-each-other-out" beyond ritual as you'd genuinely catch "his mysterious-malice" off-guard or hit-him with something he was never-expecting as he'd maybe "bluff", polish-his-watch, and otherwise "stall-for-time" as he finds himself "in over his head".

Whether-or-not you need to stab him, or let him know "that you very-well can".

Glenn Danzig once found-himself in a defensive position that wasn't "the moral high-ground" when he overestimated the breezy, sullen, contemptuous leisure he could take at the expense of other frustrated acts on the bill when he got provoked into some "no-win" public confrontation with a bigger, more-righteous, angrier frontman living-out a far-scrappier life of touring. Whether he'd be cornered in a crowded back-stage hallway "where he couldn't back-down", and in some reaction of fear and the loss-of-momentum through his tenseness, decided he would shove-the-guy whom there, in a position of fortified strength, punched-him-out.

Steve Wilkos would always-tell an unruly-guest "acting way-out-of-line", as if pushing & shoving at the host whom was definitely "not the Jolly Green Giant", though no-less mischievious to punch-him in the face as if it was to test his threshold of nerve when the fellow "obviously didn't know how to do that", or else he would have long-before instead of falling into this outrageous form of mild-mannered aggression whether or not he'd mutter in the corner and cast all sorts of evil, waving spells with his fingers as he sassed someone aware of the dynamic and unimpressed, "for what it mattered before this studio-audience".

For what it's worth, you have the real currency that folks are impressed-by. And someone stricken, acting like a childish-malcontent, is only going to have the potential "of you getting pounded-worse"-- whether or not Steve Wilkos back in his "Jerry Springer" days ever tracked-someone back to their hotel room, knocked on the door, and stood-there with his hands on his hips, grinning and daring the schomo "to do something about it" whether or not words would be exchanged with his righteous, swelling speech with a wagged-finger and he may have "roughed-the-guy-up" a bit. This is the world of security & bouncers, if even the tossed-head of "Jessica Rabbit" at her night-club and the sad, wishful-thinking of many but worth what I had found-out years ago on Valentine's Day.

My currency might-as-well have been "play-money" in a world of serious, brutal stakes when you can't truck in demented, "Kandy-Kike" fictions or the lies they smother you with in school by ridiculous adult-impersonators or even the laughability of what comes-in over the airwaves with your news & entertainment media and sorry-excuses for public figures in some ridiculous, degraded "Kabuki theatre" in which it's akin to watching two dickless individuals attempt to fuck in which the fellow is endowed and able-enough, but lacks much meaningful-psychology or tender, animal-mentality of guided ferociousness TO CARRY IT OUT.

No gal wants to live in some demented "Jew-House" of crazy clown-faces and trick-mirrors and traps that would play-out "like a dungeon-of-mirth" with torture and emotionally/unhinged power-plays. That's why actresses don't wanna meet their fans and never read their letters, unanswered there in some drooling-pit as you'd leave them to their harassed, underground subreality amid the invalids & insane and a kvetching Jewish-mother there with her wagging-finger of guilt whether-or-not one would roam around stark-eyed with a shotgun "like the Angel of Death".

Throw ya' a chitlin, nigger.

There was once some pathetic, mismatched format of Conan O'Brien, of all guests, sitting-on Jay Leno's interview-couch when the plucky, flaming-haired jester of but pathetic, persnickety lack of fixity, weight, and essential self-importance in some dribbling, bobbing Adam's apple of a run-on sentence would mention some gag about taking his damn-dog to the vet and what kind of sullen-air of stewing-resentment "ole' Fido" would have sitting in the backseat, whether or not with a touch of squinting blaxploitation-menace that only contrasts "the pale-mentality" of our Harvard hoodlum in a blue-blazer, as if the insinuation "of some Ike Turner-stare" in an '80s "street-dude" hat was enough to curdle-up his frightened, gasping pigeon-heart like cottage-cheese, or perhaps some more "watery-take" on the tale. Whether or not "T-Bawn" would be growling & snapping and ripping-the-shit out of the upholstery that sure ain't no "Toonz the Drivin' Cat" on Saturday Night Life as he'd bite your hands off and toothsomely-yank the keys from the ignition before burying-them along with your twitching fingers, one which bears some Harvard class-ring as he'd piss on your grave to establish his territory before leaving you there somewhat-buried "and half-eaten by insects". {-- You don't want to know what he did with your penny-loafers or "dog-eared" copy of Milton's "Paradise Lost"}

It really "isn't funny" to joke about "the court eunuch" back in some sultan's palace whom would oversee the business of the harem, whether as a priestly philsopher and arbitrer of fine-taste as the gals fluttered-around, laughing and chasing each-other and throwing-pillows. Whether he had been "singled-out" and culled from the rest at a younger-age, and perhaps "handled" in some ritual or ceremony he didn't understand "until it was too late", and he would otherwise "sigh" and be resigned to his fate as he might otherwise read or paint, whether a bit of a Renaissance-man and otherwise not some low cut-throat down in the streets.

It is interesting to note, "that once the stakes were taken-out of it"-- he would behave "far more-decently" and be much beloved in those chambers as a benign-keeper. Whether one would literally "have to be a eunuch", or at least adopt a by-far more patient, gradualist attitude with a shrug and the fluent, dashing coat-tails of Jack in "Titanic" so you wouldn't be frothing through the community like some wild, half-insane wretch at a loss to biology and perhaps "being on the losing-end of evolution", as our society tends to play-out-- "all things being equal", or mostly-unequal as many would be content, as if "to leave it that way" because it secures their power and monopoly on "official-information" to their profit and arrogance amid the cynical-select whom enjoy easy, unthoughtful largess at the public's greater-expense with a "Kaynofabee" that otherwise veils-the-unthinkable and what happens "when enough of the public catches-on".