The Peasants are Revolting [3]

Sunday was Part III of my Burning Down the House [truth edition]. The below image pretty mush sums up my summary of the [seriously misguided] “truth” movement.

Where the hell where all these “smart” people when the above fascist hot air was being pushed on us? I’ve already covered the topic of the hateful anti-smoking movement and the reasons behind it. Most recent show is below [download]. Enjoy!

Plenty of fire and ire was doled out, despite “adventurer” David de Rothschild not being able to make it, which I gather, was of little surprise to anyone. I doubt the world of radio could have tolerated so much hotness in one place at one time.

Is it me, or does it seem highly suspect that almost every single “hot guy” on EarthFirst’s “honey list” is [most likely] a poofer indicative of something? if you’re curious as to what other boy-toys made the above [left]], here it is.

People will swallow anything. Anything! An excellent example of this is the article the above right picture is from [linked]. What do you think the odds are of the “big green thing” title in conjunction to David displaying something to the little girls, while just below it, in same article on some random “kids” site, it has a picture of a little boy with the caption: “It’s the small things that make the BIG difference!”

The laughter you hear is them laughing at you! I now present you with The Rebel’s Postulate: As the number of random blatant obscene references approaches infinity, the chance of coincidence approaches zero.

It’s just gravy boys. The joke is on you. Every one of the above posters suggests exactly what I’ve been talking about. This is not an accident. Are you wiggling yet? Are you wiggling a certain part of yourself in a certain part of someone else?

Thanks to my readers, I was reMinded that Pink Floyd was rather explicit when they dropped the hint [i.e., told us outright] what “the name of the game was.” It’s called, “riding the gravy train.” That’s why the record executives, before they promote potential stars, will first ask, “Oh, by the way … which one is pink?”

This game has been going on for a very long time. A very long time. Come to think of it, in The Bride of Frankenstein, the creature’s reaction to finding out that his mate would be female, was far [in the extreme] from positive. Maybe it had something to do with him having lighting inserted into him when he was created?

Speaking of meat suits, or alternately, cadavres/cadabras, forget about the current prince/princess of HAM/DEATH/V, the [¿lady?] Gaga. Pop eyecons have plugged the same shit [dead meat] on us before. And they will continue to, for as long as we remain oblivious. It’s just mockery. Yes, the peasants, are revoltingly revolting.

Meat the Beatles? The above album cover was allegedly pulled due to the reaction to it, which is kind of puzzling to me. The same people offended by it, can probably dissociatively consume the below creatures, while through indifference, consigning them to a short life of unendurable suffering. As long as we don’t hear the screams!

“It were much better that a sentient being should never have existed, than that it should have existed only to endure unmitigated misery.” — Percy Bysshe Shelley

But, don’t worry, the media, and that would include The Priests of the Holy Hard Cock, will help us dissociate, while trudging along on our own karmic path to oblivion. Fret not, that path, though “dirty” will be “loaded with sexy extra bits,” so we will, of course, enjoy the hell out of it. Oblivious and happy in our own ignorance, just like the three lads pictured above [right]. Happy as pigs in shit?

Someone once dared suggest that pigs might learn to fly. And, I have to wonder where the expression, “when pigs learn to fly,” came from? We would also be wise to remember that the same band, Pink Floyd, who told us the name of the fame game, long after the above meme was put out, later crooned a [waterless] song called about mankind reaching beyond/evolving/overcoming called “Learning to Fly.” Thus, now I have to ask, would that be Swine Flu or Swine Flew?

There are those among us who would burn any damn pig who’d dare attempt such.

Hence, the caveat of the game is to convince us that rather than aspire to higher levels of consciousness and [true]spiritual growth, we should overburden ourselves with dense karmic weight, and burn in the ass-pyre that serves them and not us.

Holy Wood BBQ? Are you fucking kidding me? OH, and by the way, it is also not of coincidence that the above [right] image/placard translates to “bullshit society.”

I’d like to thank Alex Robinson for the above pic, which, in case you have no idea what the fuck I’ve been writing/talking about for the past year, reminds us where the “shit” comes from. If you’ll recall, Bender, aside from being constantly anally-fixated, was featured in an episode where if he said “ass” one more time, all creation would be undone. Oh, by chance, the same episode began with Henry Kissinger pining for some “ham” flavored gum.

Thanks to Alex again, this article about above episode returns us right back the The Rebel’s Postulate, and makes us wonder how far the grasp of the tentacles of the ass-worshiping cult of Jehovah/Set/Typhon/Zues [add name of derelict god here].

To deny their campaign has turned our attention to the feces production area would be, well, asinine. As said in show, it goes far beyond that, destroying the sacred feminine, and of course, with our consent. An Added Bonus: if you take everything female out of the equation, then full-blown gayness also gets a helping hand.

What many people fail to understand, as discussed in my social engineering podcast, is that every single tiny step along the way has been shrewdly calculated, and would not have been possible, were it not for every little step that preceded it. I’ve also discussed the black/white issue before [linked], so need not expand on it in order so that robots don’t accuse me of being “racist.”

After all, I’m not the one who made the below [right] movie in these enlightened times, nor the other one [left] in the unenlightened times, that came before. Wait a minute. Are we supposed to believe, even for a minute, that Samuel L. Jackson would actually have sex with a woman that doesn’t look like a little boy? Oh, please!

What may be worth mentioning now, is that BBQ (also known as barbecue) has long been a staple of [false] black American culture. Again, I need not expound on why black Americans are so lost, but a good indicator is that after they gained their freedom from slavery, they adopted the religion of their masters, rather than turn back to their own they were robbed of.

As many a foolhardy Christian likes to point out, Jesus worked overtime over the last 2000 years to stop “Satan” from modifying/mistranslating The Bible, and ensuring that what was taken out of the “Good Book” [such as reincarnation] met with his, um, “will.” Well, that would explain why he was sleeping when Africa was being raped and enslaved, and didn’t have the energy to stop that. Hallelulah!

But, don’t worry, the elites really are color blind. The above program is aimed at people of all races and creeds. Yes, even “The Jews.” It be time for all of us good niggars to go, willingly, to the doctor, and, um, get gay. Make the master happy!

Wait a bloody minute. Depends is promoting that men go get rectally curious, and hence, increase the likelihood that they’ll engage in activities that may damage their anus, and hence increase their adult-diaper customer base? Fucking brilliant!

They, as you likely have heard by now, are obliged to tell us exactly what they are doing to us, and what we are consenting to. That’s how magick works. You must enter the contract of your own destruction willingly. You must sign the dotted line.

Is your programmed neural construct so petrified that you can’t see that the 11th of September, was little more than a human barbecue of sorts? They always tell us exactly what they are doing to us. Methodically. Specifically. Religiously.

Voila! How much more fucking obvious do you want them to be? They’re trying.

The pig always gets it in the end. In case that was lost on anyone, I’ll repeat it. The pig always gets it in the end.

The show, will go on….

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Note: Thanks to one fellow host at Oracle, Nemo Denovo, I got to hear the ridiculous video that our kids are being programmed with: You Have To Choose Sides. For those unfamiliar with David, he’s one of the big Global Warming proponents. When I said “Greenpeace was a subsidiary of Rothschild NV,” I was half-joking. But, yes, every major environmental group has been subverted via the subtle manipulation of well-meaning idiots within [I wrote of this a long time ago].