Being Human Again [I]

Alex Robinson, my unevil antipolar fraternal twin from down under was back yet again, but not for the second round of the tournament of roses. We addressed far more pressing issues, things I deem far more important: being human again.

There are indeed some crazy things going on right now, dogs and cats may not necessarily be sleeping together yet, but it would be hard to deny that the mass of society is going about life ass-backwards. To live or to leave, that is the question:

Assuming the chemtrails haven’t killed them all off, perhaps the latter option is what the great flocks of migratory birds decided to do? Those were just of the topics discussed on the show; a lot more to being human.

When we critically start analyzing the information [shit] our masters are feeding us, via both the mainstream and the alternative to the mainstream, instead of just [continuing to] swallow it, we begin to see the how a lot of this steady diet is meant to change us [and not some mysterious “them,” i.e., anybody but us]. Once we realize how transformative the human stargate can be, then we can opt to instead, change ourselves for the better.

As summarized in the show, MK-Ultra has long-ago ended, else there wouldn’t be so much [declassifed] information readily available to us peons on the program. We are now in the age of MK-Mega [my naming convention for the program, the official one would be unknown]; mass-mind control aimed at the masses, to transform the all into dysfunctional [dis function all] mentally-compartmentalized ass-ass-ins. {*1}

I’ve talked about it at length before, but another way for us to evolve individually, instead of becoming the soulless robots we are being programmed to, is to regurgitate [right choice, as in to vomit/reject the poison we’ve been fed] the notion there is a “one” or “soul-mate” somewhere out there waiting for us.

The current set of perceptions and expectations about relationships is simply [and meant to be] destructive. As one Marti Jones crooned [during a break]:

i’m addicted to a man, everybody knows i am
and you know that it’s true, and you know that it’s true,
he’s protected in my shed, dreams of promises i made
sharing all of my world, sharing all of my world,

face the music of the lie, every day until i die
and you know that i will, and you know that i will

if i could away from him, i would run away with you
you’re the only boy i found, who i could ever say this to
if i could away from him, i would run away with you
and i do, every night in my dreams i do

we met, your face was like a magnet
we kissed, i couldn’t take the heat
i lie and wait for my conscience to sleep

every night in my dreams,
i walk away from him and i run away with you

The timing of the music was uncannily synchrorific, yet honestly “random;” from a wonderful carnaval suggesting going with the flow and jumping madly into passion with a random nearby stranger, to the above lamentation of a sad passionless existence far too many [princess-programmed] women condemn themselves to. Finishing it off was Graham Parker reminding me of the local girls, aka the mind controlled whore collective which makes up the/my American um, dating pool.

One thing I now for sure, living the existence Marti sings of will drive one insane, just as surely as taking in all this externalized truth movement info [while not looking within], will drive most of the people who consume it bat[man]shit fucking crazy. The technological solution is to delete [i.e., erase, rip out], but it’s a little more complicated than that.

The system, which is, as said on numerous occasions, aimed squarely at women, is [behind the scenes] little more than a vicious cycle of consent and participation. To be a good mother, is to indoctrinate your daughter with the provided sets of fairy tales, which will ensure she grows up to become so dysfunctional, that she will do same. Wrapped up in one word, “shit.” Is the only way out, somehow “through?”

Many people [i.e., idiots], even in the mainstream, speak openly of how the objectification of women as sexual objects has reduced women to “meat.” They will also speak of the pleasures of the “flesh,” while consuming vast amounts of it. Is it so hard to make the connection to our DIE[T]. Are we blind and addicted to death?

Regardless of how stupid Prime Cut (1972) was on the surface, they still felt the need to make abundantly clear, what far too many of our brethren can’t/refuse to see. Lucy favourite seranade-boy, Billy Idol dropped a few more hints: {*2}

There’s a change in pace, of fantasy and taste
Do you like good music? Do you like to dance? Oh yeah.

Hangin’ out for a body shop at night
Ain’t it strange what we do to feel alright? Oh yeah.

Father loves his son, mothers, daughters, too.
It’s an old old story, cries the new world too.

We want … flesh, flesh for fantasy
You cry … flesh, flesh for fantasy

Perhaps the musical synchornicity was part of the conspiracy; a good one in this case, to stop us from delving into the more esoteric [such as deciphering apples and golden asses]? What’s the point when so many of us can’t even get the basics down [like eating and copulating]? Hence, the subtitle for Part II of this show will be “Back to the Basics.” There is a way out, and may be simpler than we’d think.

The other bit of real “truth” in this movie, was the unpleasant fact that for longer than most would care to know, the [mafia-run] slaughterhouse industry has been disposing of all sorts or “undesirable/pesky” humans by putting them into the food supply. Yes, it is disgusting, but kind of amusing too; particularly when you consider the virulent negative reaction most carnivores express to the idea of cannibalism.

Alex may have been right about how some ridiculous breast implants are making women look like they have a second ass under their face? Is that what Dr. Mephisto was telling us when he said he’s already perfected the monkey with two asses? The above [left] image is butt one example, if you care to dig, many more such quizes can be found on the net. Butt, aside from the back-fat boobs/ass, perhaps enough collagen injections could lead to he perfection of the four-assed monkey?

Consent is, yet again, a big part of the [magickal] formula. The plastic implants are made of [the Earth’s] shit. The ass-loving priest, MeFistOh, didn’t put a gun to anyone’s head to force them to get the implants, or to eat a steady stream of toxic shit [hence, fatten up]. Mankind, upon judgment of confinement/torture/murder they enforce upon other beings, and then stuffing the stargate with the remains, are transforming their themselves, and justifying their fate. No help required.

Long ago, I mentioned how if more of our [stupid] brethren cannot look at the above image and realized that they are looking into a mirror, then mankind, as a race, will remain damned and doomed. So, how much of this lie movement [that fools call the “truth” movement] brings up this one undeniable fact?

Yes, the woman in the below picture has a bit of a Lucy thing going on. Remember, Lucy is here to help you along, whether it’s on your way to damnation or salvation, it’s your choice. Jehovah, on the other hand, doesn’t seem to give a god-damn. His dogma teaches that our choices, end up being meaningless in the long run, as long as we prostrate ourselves before him. His worldwide death cult seems to care little beyond fucking as many of our children as possible before we’re extinct.

We added a few more words to the idiot lexicon this week: “protein,” “calories,” “carbohydrates,” and the utterly superfluous “electrolytes.” If you have been using these words in your vocabulary, then stop it. You used them in the past because you were ignorant, to continue now is just a sure-fire way of admitting stupidity.

Would it be considered less cruel if we used the word “toxic waste dumps” instead of “fat” to describe those who’ve been eating at Chez Hell for too long? Honesty is the best tool to address ignorance. Whether it’s stupid men bending over to let some pervert violate their rectum, or women putting their legs in the stirrups to let another pervert manhandle their vagina, the end result: a bunch of dumb cunts.

While we continue to let the Pederasts of Holy Wood dictate for us what our past was like, then we will continue to let these same ass-hounds control our future, and we will continue to remain stupid. How much of this useless conspiracy movement have you heard repeatedly cite the infamous Orwellian quote, “He who controls the past, controls the future. He who controls the present, controls the past?”

Yet, how many tell you that is exactly what is happening with every single program you absorb [take in/digest]? It’s time for us to, as Alex suggests, seize back control of our past, by doing so, we can then control our own future. Otherwise, they may eventually find us laying dead, with the above stupid look of “surprise” as to why on our face, while we lay there with our own suicide weapon in our hand.

*1: Don’t worry, you’ll start hearing similar shit from other [g]hosts in this medium now that I’ve put the idea out. Heck, I even dedicated a show to such persons later. [LB]

*2: In one of the podcasts in the Dinner/Andros series with Stygian Port, I discussed how in cAssInOh, among other films, I had seen a pattern of female asses displayed next to dead meat, but can’t recall specifically which podcast(though the last referred to same film). The [discussed] part about the program instructing women that to swallow a man’s semen was a way of expressing “love,” rather than the truth of the matter, which is consuming the toxic waste the men couldn’t digest is a topic addressed in the “last/missing podcast.” Perhaps, next time I take a show off, I’ll put that out instead. [LB]