The Peasants are Revolting [5]

If you haven’t read the updated version of the write-up for last week’s show, well, you really need to. Tonight was yet another installment of the fire and ire series.

I guess I am bit guilty of false self-promotion, as at the beginning of the show [unavailable], I said there would be little fire or ire to come from this hungover lad, but a bottle of [relatively] cheap wine helped immensely.

Below, are the images of the ranger [i.e., adventurer] who bears, in my opinion, a striking, make that un-mother-fucking-canny resemblance, to the once and future king. One could say “coincidence” at the risk of being foolish, really foolish.

There is something rotten indeed in the state of Mankind. All one has to do is follow one’s nose, which will lead them, and hopefully, not blindly, into the sad fact of shit/death/ham [i.e., 22] and our tenacious grip that our callous indifference is who we are. To embrace death or choose not to die, that is the question!

Speaking of “ham,” it also occurred to me of late, that in the vernacular, the buttocks are sometimes referred to as the “hams.” In a recent conversation I had with former guest Eugene, I was reminded that Ham was the son of Noah, who was given the boot for sodomizing his passed out father [well, according to the “good book”]. Eugene’s related piece on this foul topic is now under development.

Coincental however, was that while looking for the below [left] image from the discussed movie Something Wild, the subsequent album randomly appeared. The “Children of Sodom?” What the fuck? Or maybe, it was just synchromysticanal?

Speaking of Sodom, and Lot’s wife, who judging by today’s pornography, may have been a millenia or two ahead of her time, there definitely is something to this Salt/Semen thing. Let’s not forget that after he got tired of his wife’s anus, Lot, per The Lord’s instructions, took to his daughters. Praise the Lord! Alas, why Sex in Her Shitty retold the tale.

Seeing the same bukkakish theme [a whole lot of semen] in the first two posters [below], forces me to wonder whether splashing the white words 500 million across the face of twink boy-toy come lately Jesse Eisenberg refers to volume of sperm.

Some may find that speculative, because they are in denial about the nature of the system. I won’t even bother trying to explain the last of the above movie posters. If you’ve been reading/listening at all, it shouldn’t be too hard to figure out.

While watching the promo for the latest mind-fuck [mind-rape is actually a much better word here] from the Priests of Holy Wood about another of the show’s topics [Facebook], I discovered yet another coincidence. As soon as little boy blue, aka Jesse says the words “left behind” the above girl’s in-viting rear end appears. As I speculated in a prior show, this incidental timing, which I’ve seen on a few occasions now [that my eyes are open just a wee bit wider], is a technique of the neuro-linguistic programming we’ve been subjected to for so long.

It probably explains why we’ve been so stupid for so long, we failed to realize that pretty much any reference associated with Pirates relates to sodomy. Is “yaaaargh” the noise one makes when a peg-leg is violently inserted into their booty? Do I really need to go so far now as to bother explaining the significance of the “eye” patch?

There’s only one thing Pirates, aka “men of fire,” and thus occasionally also referred to as flamers, are good for, and that’s ass-immolation. Not so coincidentally, America’s “blue-blood” nobility are the rewarded offspring of the Pirates who so faithfully served Queen Elizabeth. Sodomy was, the source of their wealth, their, let’s say, bread and butter. Do you really think they would, pardon the expression, turn their backs to the practice now?

Hm, so Robert De Niro [¿descendant of Nero?], who started off his ka-rear at the bottom, playing a lowly “catcher,” in Bang the Drum Slowly, and who is now, at the top [as in a “top”], showed us [alternately better read as “mocked” us], precisely how this Ivy League system of feces and sodomy works in The Good Shepherd, played an extremely effeminate Pirate in Stardust. None of that is coincidental.

The above left came up while I was trolling about for some image related to YouTube. The depicted “boy” [who, by some stretch of the the imagination, fits the term] was listed on an article as one of the few people out there who makes a good living off of YouTube [in his case over $100,000 per year]. Not only does it clearly demonstrate exactly how/why the new media is quickly becoming nothing more than noise, but it also supports my hypothesis that if Metro Bob were to take a couple more steps in the right, um wrong direction, he would be HUGE.

What the fuck? The Rainbow Bridge is the route to AssGaurd? Oh there’s gotta be a better way to get there. Hm, this Loki may have to rethink of my plans for ye Gods.

The search for images regarding to the scam known as Wikipedia was a bit easier. The latter of them [above right] came premade from DesertPeace. The first, however, just required a slight touch-up. For the curious, I’ve contemplated the origins of the term before, and the show discussing Bronxville is worth a listen.

Do note the Wiki logo has a VVV/666 embedded in it. Oh, how crafty! What does it mean? I have no idea but I’ll throw another possibility into the mix. VVV is DEATH (X3), when we look at it from the 22/HAM perspective. Three [dead] little pigs?

Moving on, I’ll note that he second of the above images is of one Hale Berry, the same who so eagerly confessed that there may well have been some “shit” involved in the price of her fame [read article if you have no idea what I’m talking about]. I”m guessing from this new pic [thanks to yet another anon], whether by intent or not, the elites are communicating a message to us. Either that, or she, Hale, is admitting a lot more.

Alas, combined with the above it serves as a nice wrap-up to the article with two very significant things I have learned this past couple of weeks. One, there’s no such thing as “ire proof.” And two … oh well, you’re gonna have to listen in this Sunday for that part ….

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