Raping Miss Isis and Our Minds

Lenon Honor was back this Sunday, August 15, for our 4th “meeting” in radiospace, and technically, our 8th, considering each “sandwich” [for lack of better terms], has been reciprocated on Lenon’s side. I feel that these meetings/projections, accounting for our differences beyond the obvious shades on the surface, and our [noted] inherent styles of bringing people along, account for much positive magick.

The main topic this time around was Lenon’s documentary about The Rape of the Mighty Miss Isis and the resulting discharge of black matter from her nether region [my words, to most, the massive oil spill]; furthermore, as to how the media has used the [non] event to manipulate our minds into the abscess of fatalism. If you haven’t seen Lenon’s documentary yet, well, you bloody need to [page link]. {*1}

Another area of focus was the fear spread by the media, be it mainstream or alternative [show unavailable]. Speaking of the “alternative,” [quotes very intentional], one Dark Horse General has, of late, been painting an apocalyptic scenario where gay biker gangs roam the earth killing people for fuel and food; in essence, scaring the crap out of people. Yet, many among us [even the alternative to the alternative] be it wittingly, or naively, are also guilty of spreading fear, gloom and calamity, via uncritical regurgitation of the nuggets our Mede Masters intentionally lay across our path, and we, predictably, con ourselves we “found.”

For the record, the above image, aside from intended humor does pretty much wrap up the plot of The Road Warrior (1981). If you failed to see that, it’s because you were too stupid and ignorant back then to know better, or if you prefer, as Lenon might say, your “vision” was highly impaired while viewing it. Yes, we’re different.

I couldn’t find a picture of the Intel’s hatchet job of the dead Mexican and his Taco Bell pups, but I did find one I neglected to mention during the show [the above]. Courtesy of Zionist Arianna Huffington’s daily constitutional known as the Post, this “live coverage” was attached to an article about renewed fighting in Afghanistan. Yes, they do think know how uncritical the average dolt reading their S[H]ITE is.

Earlier this month, on August 5th, I returned to Lenon Honor’s Soul Visions Radio [download link] to discuss Part II of my Don’t Go West [V2] documentary. We talked about a number of things, including the shit-sucking [media-appointed] “King” of Poop. Jackson’s music is and was shite. It’s all shite, as Gregory already said.

Just because you were told informed that “shit was gold” back when you were a child [and then fed a steady diet of crap] doesn’t make it true. As Alex [last week’s guest] was so kind to help discover, they [and Jack’s Son] told us no lies. The synchromystic knife, when wielded properly, reveals all manner of truths: {*2}

bad c.1200, a mystery word with no apparent relatives in other languages.* Possibly from O.E. derogatory term bæddel and its dim. bædling “effeminate man, hermaphrodite, pederast,” probably related to bædan “to defile.”

It’s kind of funny [depending on perspective, I guess] how this anally obsessed pederast cult has operated so openly for so long, due primarily to our ignorance. And even now that many of us can see through their bullshit, our fellow brethren that I begrudgingly call mankind, still refuse to see it … even when it is obvious:

Need I remind everyone that the “bear” reference is one to an older man [generally, hairy] who has an affinity for young men, and in many cases, underdeveloped little boys [e.g., pedobear]? No, the phrases “great things come in bears” and “he came, he saw, they conquered” are not “synchromystic,” but meticulously intentional. Of course, as I suggested, the average idiot out there still can’t/won’t see it:

brainwashed krunt: why does everything have to be suggestive? Why can’t people look at something & just see two bears? NO sexual involvement whatsoever. Man, this is supposed to be a kids movie. I’m sure WB was really thinking that when the made this poster.

So, why hire disinfo agents and waste your money when you can rely on the average dumb cunt out there to do their job for you? The quote is from this article. Kudos to one “wardo” for having the balls to try to wake the dead. Futile, but noble.

In said show, Lenon expressed a bit of shock that fecalphelia was an agenda, that while small, is gaining rapid momentum. Perhaps I failed to properly communicate it in my documentary, or maybe it would seem so absurd as to defy logic? Well, that agenda today, is at about at the same place that the homosexual and anal agendas were 15 years ago. Look around you now! Thus, rest assured, your kids, if you allow them to be raised by the media, will grow up to be a bunch of shit-eaters.

The first image is a Chocolate Covered Hot Dog [a girl scout delight]. The latter is a montage from a recent German Axe commercial. You can laugh. You can deny. You can do whatever you want with this information. The Medes don’t [do] give a shit:

The Answer: Milk, Milk, Lemonade
Question: Is it “Name Three Things That Come Out of a Penis,” Alex?

Katy Perry, the same girl dirty whore widely accredited for pressuring young girls to engage in lesbian experimentation, and has become an unofficial spokesmodel for today’s tweens [she has been on the cover of Seventeen], has released a song encouraging fecal fascination [thanks chuck for sending that in]. {*3} The lyrics leave little to the imagination: “Milk, Milk, Lemonade, around the back is where chocolate’s made.” Ah, chocolate poop, the gift that keeps on giving, “Love!”

The above images are from Britain’s Next Top Model [thanks jaspal], a show that beyond encouraging young women to take up a life of prostitution, will serve every agenda it is told to. Hence, they recently had to serve up the above coprophiliac’s delight. The article is littered with subliminal ass-o-ciatiion cues like “elimination” and “butt naked,” and for the benefit of our denser brethren, throws in how one girl “struggled to stomach the scent of the chocolate.”

When I get back to doing a few shows on my own, remind me to discuss how the American variant of same show, practically forces its contestants into a situation where whoring themselves out is not only beneficial, but nearly necessary. The industry has long been used by deviant men, those who detest women, but like to abuse them, to subjugate pretty things to their whim. Said the ousted Irish girl [from above deviancy], “It was really cruel. I felt very victimised actually.”

Speaking of, after a long run of guests, I have an extensive backlog of random points to address. One of these, in retrospect, should have been saved for then, and not squeezed in at the end of Sunday’s show. For the record, I came up with my theory about the Miss Isis Pipi stargate and the alternate back-road to HADES / SHADE [the place where the sun don’t shine], long before the Medes decided to butt-rape the former (and in that sense, one could view Hurricane Katrina as a metaphoric “enema” given before).

James and I were talking before the show Sunday, and he asked me, “Why would they want to create multiple metaphorical stargates in the USA?” It then occurred to me that is precisely what Doctor Mephisto sought to do in South Park [see above]. He does fit the profile, no? A member of NAMBLA. Involved in genetic manipulation. Keeps a child-size assistant/lover nearby. Obsessed with asses. Case closed.

Come to think of it, the names Morpheus and Mephisto do resonate a bit, as do their predilections. After the show, James reminded me of the scene where the agent [appropriately] smashes a shit-repository [a toilet bowl] with the head of one anally-fixated Fishburne, as his young victim Neo pines, “We can’t leave him” [cases of child victims developing attachments to their molesters abound].

I, as demonstrated during the show, have broken free of The Matrix programming and would suggest you do likewise. The Wachowski Perverts, and a veritable legion of other mind-manipulators have long been feeding us a [un]healthy diet of nothing but “shit.” Hopefully, we can respond by taking the alchemical route instead of getting mired in it.

Tune in Sunday, when Alex from NZ and I, attempt to do just that, with Part II of our explorations at mending/healing the media’s propagated battle of the sexes. That’s far more important than some stupid oil spill…

*1: Honestly, take a look at the above image from “DeesIllustration” and tell me if that looks like oil or shit to you. Judging by how the artist is frequently showcased on the site of many a controlled fear-monger, it may be a safe guess, that the look and feel of the image was intentional. [LB]

*2: The “stynkromystic” knife, is actually a far handier tool than the syncromystic one; it cuts much deeper and reveals far more truths. One of the stinkers at the stynk hole has put together a pretty decent one-hour minidoc inspired by Don’t Go West: Toilet Bowl Time Machine and the Temple Whore. I’ve spoken to the lad in question, and he assures me not crediting my work was and oversight and will make it into the final release.

And yes, I am aware of the sundry allegations thrown my way by one of the, for lack of better words, “Stinkers.” But, I’d rather have enemies who are working for the betterment of mankind, than dumb cunts [like those who recently “questioned” me on said allegations], who aren’t doing anything to help anybody. [LB]

*3: The first thing I’d like to say is that anyone who actually believes that Katy Perry has ever written a song in her life, is an absolute fucking moron. Secondly, the linked video of Katy on the Chelsea “Handler” [a fellow dirty whore, but possibly higher on the chain] Show is quite telling. [LB]