Xote de Goalhangers

Last week, I took a needed week off to recharge myself, and while I won’t rehash here what was said on the show, I’ll remind those most prone to complain, that the donate button, for the free content, the same button most complainant individuals have never pressed, is located to the right of this article [it won’t bite you].

The above set of images, pretty accurately describe the now ludicrous amount of [non]individuals who, bereft of their own spark of human creativity, regularly, and most literally, steal my “shit.” While many a listener who is making an honest effort to walk the rebel path may have found it distasteful or unbecoming, this thievery has been going on for a long time, and what I said, needed to be said:

One thing that is sure, the goalhangers that needed to hear this, were listening. Hearing may be another story entirely, but they’re always listening. They listen more frequently that even the most avid fan, because they have to; ideas aren’t gonna just crawl up their ass or something, or “tickle their fancy.” It an exit.

There was a lot more topics and bit more fire to the show; much aimed at the pathetic state of “progress” humanity deceives itself over [unavailable].

On the positive side, I wasn’t [necessarily] kidding about using NLP in a positive manner [or, as a purer Declan once wrote, “when I said I was lying, I might have been lying”]. It’s quite remarkable how quickly the trolls virtually disappeared from the chat room shortly after the announcement. Anything but human, man!

God forbid that should ever happen to someone who only came here to wait for me to drop another constitutional upon them [at least it would drop into an “entrance”].

He’s got the bonhomie of a game show host
And his handshake is so limp its like meeting a ghost
His apologies are tired cos he uses them a lot
His excuses are so lame if they were horses they’d be shot
He lies through his teeth with impeccable grammar
In the game of life he’s just a dreadful goalhanger

Yesterday upon the stair I met a man who’s never there
He won’t be there again today
Well, that’s what he told me to say

His lack of humility defies imagination
And he hangs round like a fart in a Russian space station
He doesn’t even notice as he sells you down the river
Cos he’s one of life’s takers and he’s looking for a giver
He smirks and shrugs his shoulders as he drops another clanger
In the game of life he’s just a dreadful goalhanger

The above lyrics, are but a few highlights of the all too appropriate song played, “Dreadful Goalhanger,” by one Billy Bragg, which quite accurately describes such personas non grata using far fewer [and less flammable] words than myself.

Honestly, once you begin to see much of what I’ve been talking about, and see how omnipresent it is in all forms of media, the world should start making a lot more, rather than less sense. Our spoon-fed conspiratorial line of thinking, would seem to require far too many people involved in a great Satanic plan leading to our mutual destruction, fails the simpler explanation aspect of Ockham’s razor.

What’s far more likely? They’re a bunch of assfuckers! If that sounds preposterous to you, well, you need to catch up. Go and give my Boy-Toys of the Gay-Lites article/show a read/listen and then start applying your own mental razor to the ridiculous stinking conspiratorial bunkpile dumped upon us by our massters.

Of late, we’ve added roses, apples, and donkeys to our understanding of the codes of such-minded “elites.” This week, we added Tiger to our lexicon, hence disabling them from playing yet another joke on us at our expense. “Frosted flakes?” Great!

Risin’ up, back on the street
Did my time, took my chances
Went the distance, now I’m back on my feet
Just “a man” and his will to survive

So many times, it happens too fast
You change your passion for glory [¿holes?]
Don’t lose your grip on the dreams of the past
You must fight just to keep them alive

It’s the eye of the tiger, it’s “the cream” [¿gravy?] of the fight
Risin’ up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night
And he’s watchin’ us all in the eye of the tiger

Face to face, out in the heat
Hangin’ tough, stayin’ hungry
They stack the odds ’til we take to the street
For we kill assassinate with the skill to survive

While not as blatantly obvious as the “back-street” boys cajoling us to take them in “that way,” it’s pretty straightforward once you decipher the language. For those who missed it, I spoke about Obama “riding the tiger” well over a year ago.

Perhaps, as discussed, if the gay men among us can ever deprogram themselves from the brainwashing that the universal anus is somehow “theirs,” that the mass distribution of such [neuro-linguistic] programming can lessened. For we know, far too many non-insiders in the distribution chain, know the codes, yet remain silent:

You let me violate you
You let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you
You let me complicate you

I broke apart my insides
I’ve got no soul to sell
The only thing that works for me
Help me get away from myself

I wanna fuck you like an animal
I wanna feel you from the inside
I wanna fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to God

Moving from gay men, to men who think they are gay [but aren’t], to bisexuals [translated: “i do whatever the media tells me to do”], to women in general, I will repeat the below image, to once again highlight a point that any idiot should “see:”

The patheitic self-realized young woman I described on the air, could likely look at the above all day, and never get it. But, it’s not just women to blame. Stupid whore mothers who’ve failed at protecting their infants aside, the circumcision machine relies on one simple fact: few properly indoctrinated men will ever ever question their penis may not be whole/perfect. Hence, this ensures the same atrocities are passed on to their son. To not do so might be considered an admission of fallibility.

As highlighted in the final part of The Peasants are Revolting Series [the solution], we can’t make forward progress, be it consciously, emotionally, or spiritually, while our morality remains arbitrary [in other words, based on “fashion” instead of logic].

I closed the show with what I feel were a few valid and pertinent tips on how to properly raise our boys. It would be of great benefit to the world, if more boys grew up to become “men” instead of “old boys,” [likely, what most of the males under 50 could be properly classified today]. It may not stop the Aetheral Ass/Soul-Sucking Monkey-Demons, but it’s another step in the right direction.

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