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Tuesday, December 30, 2008

The Rise of the Anti-Christ in the Nation from Hell.

I look in awestruck disbelief at the lies being repeated over and over; bullshit and the tragedy of false belief. In respect of that I would like to set the record straight. I realize only a few people will read this but I can’t let that interfere with the need to say it. Perhaps this will add to the collective outcry across the world and one or another of us may be that final straw that breaks the horned camel’s back.

Once again I am going to direct your attention to the incredible shrinking map of Palestine. You can trace the changes and compartmentalizations that have occurred across the last sixty years of aggressive land theft by Ersatz Israel. We can start at that point sixty or so years ago or we can go back further still. It doesn’t matter, the animal is the same and the intention is the same.

During a short period of time over seven hundred thousand Palestinians were displaced. They were displaced by force at the hands of a rapacious group of avaricious land bandits who poisoned wells and murdered entire families as examples to the rest. Basically it was “move or die.” There’s no disputing this. It is fact. Following the theft of these lands and towns, the areas and towns were renamed in an effort to blot out the history of the previous inhabitants.

The argument for allowance in regard to the murderous operations of these vicious psychopaths marching under the banner of some demon that they call God was the belief that these people had suffered mightily at the hands of a German dictator and that they were deserving of a certain piece of land that was promised to them by this demon according to things written in a book that was also written by these people. In other words these people wrote that the demon told them that they were his ‘Chosen People’. As history has shown, they are correct. They are the chosen people of this demon. However, this demon is not God and the book was not written by God either... unless God really is a bloodthirsty demon who advises his chosen to kill these people and kill those people and that it’s all fine and kosher.

While these people were suffering in Europe, other members of these people did everything possible to make the suffering more and more intense and used the event entirely as a public relations stunt to gain control of this piece of property in order to set out and take over the whole world. Today, through their control of The Federal Reserve (this is not disputable either), they control who gets the money, where the money goes, how much and how little money is available and by pulling on different strings they can make the puppets dance to whatever tune they want to play.

If there’s a God then Israel appears to be the throne of the Devil. It’s possible that the anti Christ is not a person but a nation. In any case, those he rules are part and parcel of the package. It’s eerie indeed to see the old prophecies of the anti-Christ who is said to arise in the Middle East around this time and to see that, in fact, there is one nation seeking to plunge the Earth into global war. Only one nation is assaulting it’s neighbors and blackmailing the super powers into wiping out it’s alleged enemies based on an assault that this nation engineered in the land of the biggest super power of all; soon to be less than super.

Here’s my first point. When you invade someone’s land and kill the people and drive them into exile and when you then continue to steal the land of those remaining until they are forced into ever smaller ghettos. When you routinely kill these people and use their children for target practice; when you bulldoze their olive trees and orchards and homes, when you move violent settlers into their neighborhoods and allow and protect these settlers when they beat and rob and injure and kill the ancient inhabitants of this land, when you arrest the representatives of their LEGALLY ELECTED government and then throw them into jail for no other reason that that they were elected, when you then begin to increase your genocidal practices upon these people by cutting off their power, their water, their medical supplies and opportunities for treatment and causing them to suffer in any way that you possibly can BECAUSE, allegedly they are firing missiles into lands that were STOLEN FROM THEM but which missiles never seem to hit anything THEN... THEN... these people have EVERY RIGHT... EVERY RIGHT to fire any and all missiles they want to fire any time they want to fire them.

It is interesting to note that now, after Israel’s recent bloodbath... now playing... rockets are actually hitting people and things where they almost never did before. Israel has launched rockets on her own people before and when caught said it was a mistake; an accident. This is also not in dispute.

Now we find that the only reason Israel has made this assault is because there is an election coming and certain candidates want to be seen as the sort of murderous scum that the general public likes to have in office. In other words, all of these people are dying for no more than the election concerns of a handful of psychopaths.

In the meantime, all the self-righteous swine on the left and all of the self-righteous swine on the right and the endless rank of indifferent swine in the middle, feeding at the trough of their personal appetites...they make excuses for Israel as if to say that Israel had the right, not only to drive these people off of their lands but also to continuously terrorize them for decades while making the portions of land upon which they live ever smaller and smaller until there is no where for them to stand and- as is their intention- no one left to stand on it.

Here’s my point and this point is indisputable... whether members of Hamas are or are not launching missiles into Israel they have EVERY RIGHT TO DO SO. Is there anyone among you who would tolerate such actions against yourself? Wait a minute... yeah, there’s quite a few of you.

Today Israel is attacking the ship, Dignity. Cynthia McKinney is on that boat along with a handful of the few human beings left on Earth. It’s not in the news because it isn’t news. Oh you vipers... you whores in the governments and in the press. All of you are exposed by your actions and your words. When justice comes you will none of you be overlooked.

It is a very strange thing how events mirror prophecy. If these prophecies are true then; where does that leave you?

In conclusion; Palestine and the Palestinians have EVERY RIGHT to fight back in any way they can because Israel is attempting to exterminate them and prior to that make their life a living Hell every day of the week. The facts are indisputable so what is this argument about bottle rockets really about?

All of you who support this... all the gatekeepers and bought out slaves to personal fortune... all those laughing at their pursuits while dining in the high tower and shopping for shit to gild your walking corpses... all of you who speak for the nations who permit these murders, not just in Palestine but across the world; who staged the assault in India to bring war to Pakistan... you and your mighty ghost armies are nothing more than chaff in the wind and you will reap the whirlwind. Yes you will.

Not very well done... but apt.
Visible sings: The Sacred and The Profane by Les Visible♫ Death is Calling My Name ♫
'Death is Calling My Name' is track no. 12 of 13 on Visible's 2007 album
'The Sacred and The Profane'


The Sacred and The Profane by Les Visible

Saturday, December 27, 2008

It's a Holiday Celebration for The Synagogue of Satan.

Some celebrate the holidays with giving and fellowship; making up for the rest of the year when they can’t see the profit in it or it involves that extra effort that is better spent sitting on one’s ass and being entertained in lieu of an existence. Some opt for the religious angle and enjoy recreations of events for which no historical data exists. Some opt for the spiritual and we have no way of knowing what they are doing. Some look at it as an excuse to be more lubricated than usual and for some it is an opportunity to be more depressed than usual and some... some like to war on their neighbors because that is how they celebrate their holy days. Chief among the latter is the serial killer, theme park known as Israel.

Just as they attacked the U.S.S. Liberty in an attempt to provoke a war between The U.S. and the U.S.S.R. by way of Egypt and just as they used their control of the world press to give the im’press’ion that Lebanon kidnapped their soldiers on Israeli soil when they were actually captured well into Lebanon and... conveniently had all their forces mustered on the border and just as they bombed the King David Hotel and orchestrated the 9/11 attacks, they are now showing their holiday spirit bombing the shit out of the people they have been starving to death in Palestine based on rather crude evidence of Hamas related rocket attacks; this would be almost funny if it weren’t so sick. Of course, the one who violated the cease fire was Israel.

Once again I’m going to have to give you the image of the incredible shrinking map of Palestine. And I’m going to tell you that most of those rocket attacks are being carried out by Israelis on Israeli territory and that’s why they hardly ever hit anyone or anything. This is about full bore extermination of the Palestinian people who don’t have the good sense to move... somewhere? They should damn well know better than to occupy land that the AshkeNAZI’s want.

Now, as a gift to themselves in their festival of darkness they are going to enjoy another bloodstained holiday based on another bloodstained event. While the world has been jerking off to porn and prostrating themselves before the altar of the god of self-interest, the Palestinian people are being systematically wiped out with USDA approved genocidal actions. They’ve had their power and their water cut off. They’ve had their sewers backflowed into their living quarters. They’ve had their food supply cut off and all medical supplies and treatment denied them and ...you name it... they’re getting it. It ain’t pretty.

Since just about no one has the courage to say it, let me say it... Israel, you are a nation of demented, psychopathic swine. You are involved in just about every ugly thing going on across the planet from your tribal control of the porn industry; to drug trafficking, human traffic, child murder, the crashing of the world financial systems, most of the world’s terror attacks and what have you. You’re a pimple on the ass of a degenerate crack whore in the Kingdom of Hell and you will... you will fall.

If anyone else were to do the things that these rapacious, bloodthirsty swine engaged in there would be a hue and cry across the landscape... or maybe not. No one seems to give much of a shit about anything these days except what’s in it for them. Of course, they are being victimized by these same swine but can’t get it up to do anything about it.

You have no right to exist but you do exist, the same way stomach cancer does. You exist, the same way that mosquitoes do, the way flies do and the way that all of Pandora’s refugees exist. You are the spirit of Pandora’s box which... also has a number of STD’s from a little too much violent rape without a condom.

You’re pretty slick. You worked your precious holocaust as a public relations event and even when various nations wanted to do something about the situation you refused all help. The suffering of certain individuals was all good copy for the blackmail you had in mind in the aftermath. Historical truth and hard data shows that your people engineered and carried out holocausts much greater than the numbers you give and they did it over and over and over; in Russia, in The Ukraine, in Armenia and ... for all I know everywhere there’s ever been one. You’re the Synagogue of Satan. This is who you are the chosen people of. This is why the Golden Calf is rampant on your coat of arms.

You caused the war in Afghanistan by attacking the U.S. by proxy. You caused the war in Iraq by manufacturing lies through your agents and made the country much worse than it ever was under Saddam. Now you’re screaming and frothing at the mouth for an attack on Iran which hasn’t attacked anyone in many centuries. All your major wars since ’48 were initiated by you and made to look like someone else did the attacking but.... hard data shows you started these wars, not the other guy(s).

You’re a fucking abomination and everyone who because of ignorance, fear or money supports you, is also an abomination as well.

I don’t know what it is... occult power, money, nukes hidden in every country in the world. I don't know how you maintain your stranglehold on power in high places. I don’t know why you’ve been such a plague on humanity across the centuries which historical data shows the proof of... heck... look at who MOST of the slave traders were... by their own logs they are convicted.

You don’t scare me. Dying isn’t hard. Living is much harder. I’m hoping that Iran gets those S-300’s. I suspect you can’t attack even now. They’re more your size. This isn’t the same thing as faking the Entebbe rescue. This isn’t the same thing as pounding the shit out of a kid half your size or still in the crib which is your specialty. You’re stone cold evil and complete cowards as all the evidence shows.

Now, your settlers rampage through Palestinian neighborhoods; these evil lunatics who destroy orchards and kill women and children. Your IDF protects them even while they do it. When the IDF uses children for target practice, nothing happens. And all the time you talk about God and how Israel is chosen by God. It’s not God you are talking about. It’s The Devil. The Devil is your god. It is patently clear by what you do whom you serve. You serve the essential nature of evil. You talk of making war by way of deception and the devil is known as the great deceiver.

(By way of digression you should read this for a more measured take on a related subject by a gifted writer.)

You are the children of the devil and I just needed to say it. You worship matter and your love is only that which can be given to the desire for acquisition. It’s a little more like lust if you catch my drift.

Today and tomorrow you kill hundreds more innocent people. Today you celebrate your holidays, which are all based on similar murders, by doing that which you enjoy more than anything else... evil and the things of evil... murder, theft, corruption... you name it, you do it. You are the living face of evil.

Evil will not last. Your day is coming and then there will be cause for celebration all across the world. That will be cause for a real holiday as great as any other the world has ever seen.

Visible sings: Almost A Capella by Les Visible♫ Brotherhood ♫
'Brotherhood' is track no. 9 of 12 on Visible's 2007 album 'Almost A Capella'
Lyrics (pops up)

Almost A Capella by Les Visible

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

How do they do It? I Really want to Know.

You can stop me at any point... heh heh, no you can’t but it never hurts to offer. I want to talk today about the obvious. If it’s not obvious to you then you are a Nimrod and/or a Nodwell and you probably don’t come here anyway since I don’t feature porn or get rich quick schemes. Before I get into any of this, we require, or should I say you require a little setup... a backstory... some scenery so we know where we are.

Here’s what is obvious, to me anyway... and mind you, I’ve done the research and been around whatever I’m talking about or... I say I don’t know and if I’m projecting or predicting, I tend to tell you that too. Rich people are rich because they love money; more importantly, they love the power and the cachet that it grants. When people aren’t rich it is because they don’t love money to the extent that it consumes their waking hours with the desire to acquire it or... they’re not very good at it anyway or... they’re stupid. Somebody is making a lot more of the latter every day so at least you won’t be lonely. This is a real growth industry.

Rich people are not generous except to the degree that it serves their purposes or assuages their guilt or... makes them feel generous and that’s why when rich people give money away they hire a brass band to accompany the gesture. These are the same people that worship their non existent God with public displays that raise hypocrisy to a fine art when it is juxtaposed with their real life actions. Please note that I didn’t say that the essential living conscious light does not exist and I’m not saying it does either because you have to figure that out.

I note that the people who donate to this site are usually the ones who can least afford to and others (I know what I’m talking about here) who come here and make more in a month than I make in ten years tend to give me nothing. Do not send me money now that you are reading this. Paypal won’t let me have any more money until after the new year. I’m grateful for the people who help me out but this has nothing to do with it. This has to do with things I know and want to share with you by way of my real life experiences.

I’ve been around a lot of rich people in my life and almost exclusively they have a common problem. Yes... they are rich but their money is tied up at the moment or something happened somewhere; some strange fantasy that only the terminally stupid would buy for a moment. Yet I have had my posterior bailed out on a number of occasions (and I’ve done the same) by people with no more than I had before I needed the help.

Moving right along... people who threaten to kick your ass or kill you over the internet do so because they don’t ever expect to meet you in real life. People who think you should behave the way they do don’t behave that way. People who like to make themselves look good attract a poor class of associates engaged in the same behavior. People who are virulently opposed to people with different sexual tastes share those tastes. People who intimidate and bluster are cowards. People attracted to positions of power don’t understand power. People who think they are slick don’t know how to dance.

This feels good, let’s go on for a little longer. People who take jobs as journalists for major organs of disinformation have to know, have to know that they are lying sacks of shit that sold out their integrity for a paycheck. People who work for governments and religions that do not work within their fields for the greatest good for the greatest amount of people are thieves and frauds.

Religious leaders who dress in Armani suits and have hair weaves and two hundred thousand dollars worth of teeth to accompany their Las Vegas Game Boy act for an asexual Jesus make Elmer Gantry look like St Francis of Assisi. People that think sex is bad are terrible lovers. People that become enraged when you look at a sixteen year old girl were never a sixteen year old boy. They were born with white socks, black shoes and a briefcase full of bullshit and they are looking... trust me, they are and maybe more than that.

People who want to kill because the moral order doesn’t reflect their personal degree of repression are doing things none of us would do, in their minds and often in real life. Freud’s hysterical women who see predators climbing out of the light sockets are badly in need of having their clocks cleaned so that they never tell time again. It’s okay to have a cigarette now. I guess you realize that ‘NO.” really does mean I hate myself. No... I know what no means but this is a different no. This is Doctor No with all the credentials in the world and not one drop of understanding.

So... what I want to know is... how can nearly everyone in a position to speak out about what is obvious, all be engaged in the greatest conspiracy of all time? How do the whores in journalism; the whores in public office, the whores in religious outfits from “The King of Hearts”, the whores for money and the whores for security, the whores that sell their cottage cheese asses for the right to force compliance on others before the altar of ugly conformity to cheap and obvious lies... how do they sleep at night?

How can you do a job and live a life, linked arm in arm with everyone you know all mutually agreeing to something you all know is bullshit? How can all the countries in the Middle East be without internet except... wait for it... never mind? How can you see what is in front of you and not see it? See...

What I don’t get is... you know you’re going to die right? So... shouldn’t your life have some meaning? Since you came with nothing and leave with nothing shouldn’t you do everything you can to make the world a better place and yourself a better person in the bargain? I don’t get it. I don’t get gratuitous plastic surgery. I don’t get cosmetics on aging women that makes them look like someone going to a costume party dressed as a lizard and who is obscuring the inner beauty that is looking to shine forth. I don’t get bondage gear and the utter agony of mind numbing religions. I don’t get a hundred thousand versions, over and over again of the same video game of killing everything in sight by proxy. I don’t get your endless lonely nights of feverish masturbation and then you wake up to tell everyone else it’s wrong. I don’t understand how you can lie to yourself.

How do you do it? I really want to know. How did you get from seeing through your parents lies to telling the same lies yourself? How did your youthful enthusiasm turn into pitching and moaning about everything but what is really bothering you? Why do you keep beating your head against a wall if it hurts?

Here’s a clue. If everyone stops paying their taxes then there will never be enough jails to hold you and you’re already in jail anyway. Don’t give these thieves another dime and there won’t be any more bailouts for the criminals running the game. Kalifornia is about to go broke. Let’s break every other state and every other country until this vicious cycle ends. Take that carrot and stick it up their ass.

If you’re going to die anyway then let your death mean something and it won’t mean anything unless your life meant something. People... take off the blinders. You’re better than this. I know you are. You have lost your way and now you just bend over and wait. Stand up... pull your pants back up... it’s okay, I have my eyes averted. Now... what say we get a little something to eat and have a little chat?

Visible sings: When I Lose You by Les Visible♫ When I Lose You ♫

Sunday, December 21, 2008

Thank you, Bernie Madoff for your Kind Christmas Gift

To read the spin being put on Bernie Madoff’s ripoffs you would think that every dime of the fifty billion stolen was earmarked for charities but... that’s not the case at all. There are various pieces of information surfacing and they are coming from all over the place and I mean all over the place. You’ll get a feel for what went on by reading the links and I don’t plan to give you any more of them.

Despite what those worthy of censure may think of some of the things I have to say and despite their reflexive off-the-cuff assumptions that I might have anti-Semitic leanings concerning the large amount of Israeli and other non-Semitics posing as Sephardic by way of AshkaNAZI... I tend to take people as I find them and lose or keep them just as quickly thereafter.

Now... what I’m going to say here next may keep me from being linked at the few sites that I permit to link me because I admire them; that’s getting shorter as time goes by with The People’s Voice dropping me because my erstwhile friend there took exception to my non-Advaita outlook which... would qualify as being distinctly non-Advaita also. After all... if we’re all one then I’m him right? Well... he’s forgiven and we’ll sort that out down the road. Then The Signs of the Times stopped re-printing me, for reasons that have never been clear, given that most of their readers liked me and given that many of their readers came here after they couldn’t find me there. They’re forgiven too and we’ll sort that out down the road.

This site has never been about making money or becoming an icon that would turn out to be one more face on a passing bus next to an ad for some scotch placed next to the callipygian moon globes of some beckoning lass with tiny beads of water on the polymer pseudo-human skin. If you had the benefit of super-sensory vision you could see little green reptiles from another dimension engaging in forbidden acts on the surface of her ass.

This site is about telling you what I think and sometimes it’s about telling you things I experience that some of you don’t want to hear about. You’ll have to live with that. Understand that it might take me a moment to get to my point but you know that already.

First let’s go to the reason that this might not get wide circulation. Regular readers at this site know that I engage in certain shamanistic practices that have the capacity to give me the ability to see those little green reptiles and even participate, if only as a passive voyeur. On one of those occasions... actually on several occasions (over the course of several days) all associated with the same occasion, I engaged in such a ritual and spoke about it at another of the blogs. It involved a conversation between me and someone of great power. I’ve got an idea of who that was, having been on the receiving end, however we’ll attach no sobriquets for the benefit of sanity and discretion.

The conversation went something like this ...and it went on for hours and hours and was the same on each day that passed. Yeah... I hear voices. Actually, all of us hear voices but most of us aren’t honest enough to admit it. Ingesting amplifiers tends to increase reception. Anyway... enough with the digressions and here we go,


“I want to thank you visible for waking me up. That’s a very good thing for you since your behavior hasn’t always been what I like to see but your persistence is a marvel. So... thank you for waking me up. First I’m going to stretch and wipe the cobwebs from my eyes. I’ve been dreaming you see but I’ve also been awake. Never forget that. First I’m going to stretch and wipe the cobwebs from my eyes and then I am going to have my morning coffee. Then I am going to dispense my blessings and then I am going to open a window of forgiveness and many who do not deserve it may take advantage as they will. And after I have done this... well then, visible... I’m going to kick some ass.


“I’m going to show up right in the middle of the evil right while it is going on and I am going to kick some ass. I’m going to catch people with their pants down and I’m going to catch them with the wrong person’s undergarments on their heads. I’m going to parade them before the world and I am going to take away everything they hold dear.”

For the sake of brevity I’m keeping the dialogue short. There was a lot more but it was all similar, oft repeated and with a constant backtracking to reinforce the impact of the sequencing. I’ve been afraid to go back again since then because I fear we are in the ass-kicking period although nowhere near it’s intensity yet.

Our boy Bernie was pretty cool. If you didn’t have a whole lot of money he wasn’t interested. So those who lost their money weren’t poor and they probably still aren’t but they got hurt bad and to be bluntly honest... I’m glad. Call it shadenfreude... call it mean. Call it whatever you like. I know how the well set up likes their money. They hold it dearer than their souls which are forfeit in the bargain. So... when I got the news and when I learned enough to have an idea of what happened, I jumped into the air and pumped my fist in the air and cried... “Yes!!! Yes! Yes! Yes! There’s going to be a few less dead Palestinians in the bargain.

Spare me all the rhetoric about these poor charities and spare me the implication that all of these charities were goyim related and how the underdog is so very much on the minds of the rich at all times. Spare me this lying bullshit. I know rich. I’ve been all around them at times and I’ve seen what they are like. This is not to say that there are not some decent people with money but they would be the exception. This is sad but true and when they do give it’s from all consuming guilt and fear of the unknown; the desire for some salvage of reputation or has more strings attached than Malawi has mosquitoes.

Brother Bernie gave me a Christmas present and I am truly grateful. And even though, as it appears... most of the money, like most of the money most of the time, found its way to the world’s number one terrorist nation on Earth, I am still really grateful that there is no honor among thieves.

I’m sick and tired of .0025% percent of the world’s population controlling most of the world’s wealth. The time has come for them to learn a lesson and it is coming full bore. People tell me here that I should be utterly equanimitous and people tell me I should be Jesus Christ and Buddha and every kind of human doormat simultaneously but I’m just some guy whose primary beef is the perception of ongoing injustice and brutality and I don’t like bullies and I don’t care for liars and thieves either.

I understand why so many people kiss the asses of their perceived betters in hopes of a greater portion of the crumbs that fall from the table but ...that ain’t me babe. I’ll starve first. You’d pretty much have to strap me in irons forever because that’s how long I would wait.

Thank you Bernie for being an unprincipled sleaze and for all that you have done to make my Christmas a merry one. Thank you for hitting the rich where it hurts and thank you for destroying yourself at the same time. I know you’re going to take the midnight train to Israel pretty soon but... son? You done good.

Oh... this just makes me feel the spirit of the season. I know it’s shameful. I know it diminishes me. I know more people won’t like me even more now but... I like the way I feel at the moment and it has just begun. Don’t go thinking Armageddon is just some ‘one size fits all’, iron maiden suit. Armageddon is a selective thing and just as capable of good fortune as bad.

I’m an optimist and maybe that’s because I never wanted the things everyone else broke their lives on the wheel of desire for. I just wanted justice ...and baby... justice is on the way. Thank you Bernie and Merry Christmas!

Visible and The Critical List: Not Politically Correct by Les Visible and The Critical List♫ Underground (We shall all be) ♫
'Underground (We shall all be)' is track no. 11 of 12 on
Visible and The Critical List's 1992 album 'Not Politically Correct'

About this song (pops up)

Not Politically Correct by Les Visible and The Critical List

Friday, December 19, 2008

Welcome to the Cloaca Maximus and the Gowanus Canal.

I’m writing this, five days (it ended this evening on the eighth day) into the loss of my internet service. I don’t know how long it will take to get it restored. Down here where I am, such things are a mystery. I don’t think there’s any foul play involved. Two companies are merging and it could be that new technology is being installed or it could be another example of the strange modus operandi of this charming culture where ass backwards is known as full speed ahead.

It’s been occurring to me that I don’t really care when it goes back on and that’s a very good thing. It’s stress free and it accommodates the circumstances which are always unpredictable. It also puts me into the situation of imagining what is happening out there. I don’t watch TV so, without the internet, the only news I have is the on site weather report which involves my going outside and taking a look around.

I’ve been harvesting my olive trees and it looks like I’m going to have what amounts to about two fifty gallon oil drums. That’s a lot of oil and as much as it has been raining lately, I could invite a few of Bruce Willis’s stripper friends and a couple of Eddie Murphy’s transvestites and have a real whoop de do of a hot oil and mud wrestling match. It would put a real dent in my pesto production but it would also heighten my credentials as a wild and crazy guy. It’s a tough call.

Wild and crazy doesn’t have the appeal that it used to because the world has cornered the market on wild and crazy and the world doesn’t possess the collective élan to do it with the necessary je ne sais quoi. The world’s idea of wild and crazy is much less fun than mine. It’s more Hellraiser oriented with Pinhead as the master of ceremony. Why is that do you think? Are we essentially sadists and masochists down deep? Do we prefer swimming in sewers without scuba gear?

If life is the sum total of all of us then it can be said that what we get is the sum total of all of us. If you’re rich and powerful than you probably don’t notice what’s going on from behind the walls of your private world. Regardless of what’s happening to the economy your scene isn’t altered that much and you can always depend on topping up the tank again when the need is upon you. As someone once said, “You’ll never go broke underestimating the taste of the general public. “ Those aren’t the exact words but the meaning is the same.

I guess my problem is that I always want to fix things. It seems to me that things could be a lot better than they are. In fact, I’m sure of it. I wonder why it has to be the way it is and that always causes me to look more closely at the people involved. I’ve found you can get a pretty clear idea of how the world comes to be the way it is by watching the people you run into. I’ve noticed that people lie and steal in all kinds of ways and that a lot of the time they aren’t even aware of it. When I hire a vendor, whether it is here or on Maui where I used to live or anywhere that I’ve been, I notice that they don’t show up when they say they will more than half the time. I notice that they try to get more than was agreed on... often. I notice that they don’t do what they say they were going to do either.

I listen to people when they are talking to me. I watch them. This is a dying art. It’s such a dying art that people take it for granted that you aren’t listening to them or watching them. That can be very revealing. I once heard that listening is not just waiting for your turn to speak. Well... people didn’t get the way they are all by themselves. They had help. I’ve turned this thing over in my mind for some time, looking at it from all of the angles and it seems like the world in which we live has been designed for the purpose of corrupting the inhabitants. People want the power to exercise their will and that invariably leads to pursuing power over others. And, as we have heard, “power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely.”

This is a basic life drive. You see it in the animal kingdom but they sort it out a little better than we do. It’s become an obvious truth to me that it’s not the people running the sewers that are responsible for all of the shit. That shit is the sum effluvia of all of us. As long as we think shit and talk shit and do shit we are going to have a whole lot of shit. Some of it is pretty shit and some of it is ugly shit but it’s all shit. Right now, somebody is thinking, “Man, that’s a grim view of the situation.” No shit.

Okay... so some of you want to put wrapping paper and ribbons on the shit and some of you prefer shit tartare. Some of you like to gold plate it and for some of you it’s marine varnish cause you like the natural look. Some of you want to romance it and some of you just want to screw it but it’s the same thing colored and coiffed according to taste and according to the capacity and direction of your imagination.

There are people who object to the use of the word ‘shit’ but I think it’s a fantastic word. These people are the ones who get out of the shower to take a piss. ‘Piss’ is another word some people object to. It’s funny because these are the same people who think nothing of making money off of the deaths of people in distant lands or poisoning their fellows with whatever new form of shit they come up with for the marketplace. These are the cultured folk who don’t like rough talk and using the wrong fork.

I can understand the motive force behind the alchemists who wanted to turn shit into gold. It was Paracelsus who displayed ‘the first matter’ for the right fork people of his time. He lifted the top off of a silver chafing dish and there was the real McCoy in all its resplendent glory. I’ve wondered on occasion if it was his own but I don’t suppose I will ever know.

Turning shit into gold is an interesting concept and something worthy of investigation but it would probably be a good idea to get a fix on what is real gold and what is not. See, I think what everyone calls gold is the real Fool’s Gold and a commodity that will definitely land you in the shit sooner or later. I’ve never understood the attraction for gold, or diamonds for that matter. I don’t own either and wouldn’t consider any lasting engagement with a woman who did.

Yes... as we approach this holiday season it is the best of times to see what kind of shit we are in. Why we are in shit and not in clover can be understood in the simplest of terms and that term(s) is self interest. It’s ironic that this is the season of giving. It’s more than passing strange too that there is a season of giving. What are the other seasons? Are they seasons of not giving... ...seasons of taking? ...seasons of maybe giving and maybe not giving?

It’s true that there’s a hardcore contingent of materialistic psychopaths that manipulate you and shape the world in which you live... with your help ...but they can’t make you buy their shit and they can’t make you believe in the glamour and attraction of their world where you are not presently a member. You do that. You like the shine on the shitmobile and you are the one who wants the shit bling and shit chateau of emptiness that sits in the center of your crucified heart and gets all lit up from the blood that you shed for shit.

Not everyone is panicked or unhappy or afraid. People have found solace and peace of mind. Those for whom wisdom is the preeminent goal will find some measure of tranquility in the midst. It’s another one of those mysterious laws of nature, just like the one that makes your paddles disappear when you’re up shit creek. There’s no real injustice. We did it to ourselves, one way or another.

Visible sings: Almost A Capella by Les Visible♫ Right Thru My Heart ♫
'Right Thru My Heart' is track no. 5 of 12 on Visible's 2007 album 'Almost A Capella'
Lyrics (pops up)

Almost A Capella by Les Visible

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Waiting for Dawn in the Graveyards of Night

I was a big fan of Oswald Spengler. I thought The Decline of the West was one of the most prescient books ever written. Everything does come and go in cycles. You can think of the world as a big washing machine doing the same load of laundry over and over. Eventually the spin cycle comes and everything gets pressed into everything else. Some of it may even get hung out to dry. Somehow the laundry always gets dirty again without ever leaving the machine. There are different kinds of dirt and then there’s filth.

If you’re like me you’ve been walking long stretches of bad highway more than you’ve been drinking Martinis at The Ritz. Half of the world hasn’t even had the good fortune to be on my stretches of bad highway. Most of them might have considered themselves fortunate to have been able to. It’s selfish to complain when the low points in your own life are uniformly higher than the high points in the lives of so many others. Most of us lack perspective. Every level of comfort accommodates some degree of denial about the world around you.

If you were free of self interest and... very few of us can make that claim... the world would look like a seething madhouse of runaway appetites. The plague of vanities would turn you into a recluse unless the state did that for you. I push hard and harder to see more clearly but I cannot. I am limited by my own personal darkness and sometimes I can’t even help myself, much less anyone else. I’ve come to see that there’s no point in looking at the world and its serial injustices with anger. A blinded world is feeling its way along an endless wall to nowhere. They encounter each other in the darkness and having no capacity to see or understand, they tear each other to pieces.

Most of those who read here know by now who the enemy is. At least we know the face of the enemy. We’ve seen the handiwork of the politicians, the bankers and the corporation heads and most certainly the Zionists who are one of the premier criminal organizations on Earth. We’ve seen the religious peacocks parading around as if they were the thing they were meant to represent. Yes, the juries out on whether there’s a God or not but I’m pretty sure he/she doesn’t wear a Rolex.

We’ve seen the apparent face of evil in David Rockefeller and his protégé, Henry Kissinger. We’ve seen it in Bush and Cheney. We’ve seen it in Rupert Murdoch and his diligent armies of orcs and trolls who pander to the lowest common denominator in everything they do. We see it in the former heads of Lehman Brothers and A.I.G. We see it in the ruthless mimicry of every hustler who wants to be like them and who move among us everywhere we go.

These are the faces but they aren’t the source. Sometimes I imagine that there is a malevolent spider, like a massive Shelob that squats in the darkness of the collective human mind, spinning out dark fantasies that the individual imagines are his own.

I like physic and metaphysics. I enjoy history for the lessons and the books of arcane wisdom that tell me there is something more than what we see. Something tells me that there is a bright land somewhere whose rays seldom fall upon us here. Because I have seen great art and heard great music; because I have read great poetry and books along with various media that bespeaks a powerful inspiration and genius that appears here and there, I know there is a wellspring in the human heart that continues to awaken and inspire so many of us who come across the evidence of its presence. I’ve seen the evil but I have seen the good as well. The origins of both of these are shrouded in mystery.

The biggest problem we have is Materialism with his consort, Glamour. They bring out the worst in us... they do. They blind us to the requirements of what makes us human. What makes us great and truly human is our capacity to see the circumstances of others and to have compassion for them... and to demonstrate it when we can. The Honorable Rupert Murdoch and all of those who operate according to that ancient software of Corruption 1.0 are busy as bees, informing us that we are not human but beasts and that the fulfillment of appetite is our appointed destiny.

They’re old hands at this. They know how to manipulate our attention and activate our desires. It’s the medium of the marketplace to make us consumers of things which need to be replaced. The first rule of the propaganda mill is that a stiff dick has no conscience and the second rule is that the enjoyment of any hard to obtain item is increased in direct proportion to the amount of people who do not possess it.

Now... everything is a business. Art is controlled by business which means the well goes immediately dry. Business knows as much about art as I know about business. Religion is a business. Charity is a business. That’s why they have Charity Balls. It’s their business to ball Charity and often not in the primary opening.

While some few build dream empires for themselves like Henry Nicholas and show us what comes with the package... most of the rest of the world waits for their turn and even when they see the consequences... well... consequences be damned. That’s insanity but you can’t fix it without destroying the system that made it happen and that brings us back to Spengler and even this post is cycling... cycling back to the point.

Today in Palestine and in Zimbabwe; in Western Papua and Darfur, in The Congo and in places wide and far and even in The Shire now... The Nine... the horsemen are afoot. You hear about Zimbabwe and Darfur because the interests that caused the problems want control of the space but are being denied by forces like themselves. You don’t hear about Palestine and Western Papua because they’re already underfoot and may soon be stamped out altogether. In the meantime... for the portion of the world that eats every day and looks at horizontal expansion as a sign of well being... these things are no more than scenery seen through the window of a passing automobile. It’s not real. It’s like TV.

I realize that my passion here has given the impression of occasional anger on my part. I’m not really angry. Anger is futile and the best weapon that I can give the enemy against my own peace of mind. As Lao Tzu said many centuries ago, “Compassion is a weapon from the sky against being dead.” There’s no future in anger. There’s no future in what we’ve built because we built it wrong and it all has to come down and be replaced by something that better reflects what we intrinsically are and not what we have become. Whether we will accomplish this or see some of the better dreams that are possible is not a call I can make. I can say that our track record isn’t good but I am forever optimistic and I know that even if I can’t have the world community that I long for, I can certainly have one of my own as time goes by.

What I want to say is that, yes, the faces of evil are obvious to the opened eye that processes for the awakened mind but that is not the primary evil. Those are merely the instruments that were weaker than us and became what we still have the dignity and self respect to refuse. The essence of the evil lies in the shared ignorance seated in the hearts and minds of every one of us and until we root that out we will do no good in this world. You might say that that is the greatest good we can do and the real meaning of Jihad and other terms that have been perverted for the manipulation of those who were most inclined to twist the landscape out of shape.

The sooner we do our own laundry, the sooner these people won’t be doing it for us while we’re still wearing it.

Visible sings: The Sacred and The Profane by Les Visible♫ Gone Too Far in Front ♫
'Gone Too Far in Front' is track no. 2 of 13 on Visible's 2007 album
'The Sacred and The Profane'

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The Sacred and The Profane by Les Visible

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Out the Door and Innuendo

I get a lot of comments from people and a lot of emails too. Most people are quite satisfied with what goes on here at Smoking Mirrors. Then there are those who are not. Well... we wouldn’t want to satisfy everyone would we? Some people have told me that I have to love everyone so... maybe I should buy some velvet chaps for the comfort of those who would like to take advantage of that love. Some have told me that my implying people should take their country back ‘by any means necessary’ is too severe and wouldn’t work anyway.

There are people who think I am anti-Christian or anti-Jew. No one seems to think I’m anti-Muslim. My spiritual roots are in Hinduism but... so are the spiritual roots of every other religion... like it or not. What it is is that I don’t care for fundamentalism of ‘any’ stripe and that includes Muslim as well as any who fit that description. I don’t like ‘by the book’, ‘by the numbers’ ‘sex is bad’ bullshit “if you’re not saved you’re going to Hell” garbage and I don’t like Sharia either. I don’t like Zionism which is racism and neo-Nazi tactics. If you happen to be a member of any of these groups and in fundie mode then we don’t have anything to say to each other.

People who tell me I should love everyone certainly do not do so themselves and also don’t know what love is to begin with. The cloying, new age, treacle of kissing everything and making it better are easy words to say and hard words to live by. I do my best to love and care for others but you don’t take an asp to your breast or pet a scorpion. On the day that you are truly one with all, there won’t be any questions to ask or problems to solve anyway but... this is here and now. If everyone who was pointing out what is going on were to stop, then the people who do rely on them would be reduced to getting their information only from the people who are abusing them.

It happens every now and then. A handful of wealthy psychopaths decide that they don’t have enough and have managed to gain control of the press and the police, the governments and the courts and, of course, the means of production. Then they squeeze the world in their hands to drain everything of value from the lives of those they consider to be less than human and by virtue of this, they show that they are the least human of all bi-pedal travelers.

They had a revolution in France because of this and they’ve had them other places too. Heads rolled, literally. Violence and bloodshed do not make me hard. I don’t like that kind of thing, at home or abroad but... it happens. Lately it has been happening exclusively to a certain class of people and not at all to those who deserve it the most.

Gandhi did a marvel with non-violent protest but it was certainly not non-violent. Martin Luther King took a page from his book and that wasn’t non-violent either. There’s no shame in walking away from the world in times of darkness and many wiser souls do. Some of us are meant to be engaged in one way or another. Or maybe it is all a random pinball game and some of us just choose to engage. Some of us screw things up worse than they were before as has been seen in the efforts of certain social and moral reformers.

I’ve had over 250 postings here. It’s a no brainer that they haven’t all been cutting edge or more useful than not. I wish I knew what to tell you, once and for all, but I do not. Another day comes and another week follows. There’s always something more to say, even if there was nothing to say to begin with. You can say it’s all pointless and you can say it has a point. You can say there is a God and you can say there is no God. Whatever you are, you are the sum total of what you believe to be true and that is what motivates you. Regardless of what we believe or do not believe, the world goes on. We have our parts to play and for the moment this is mine.

The psychopaths who are engineering all of the nasty shit that you hear about and, in some cases, experience, are getting ready for one of their periodic slam dunks on the heads of the human race. Governors are getting white powder in the mail. In Mumbai they softened up your credibility and let you know the boogeyman was around. They’ve been taking away the homes of millions of people. They thrashed the financial system while looting the same. Now they are going to throw the world into turmoil, close borders and restrict travel. They are going to tighten up on the food and other staples and necessities in order to keep the population focused on survival rather than the loss of their freedom and security.

I know there are many people out there who can see what is happening and who have not sold out their humanity for a mess of potage. I know many of you have tried to do your best and will continue to. One thing history teaches us... regardless of the appalling body count and bloodshed... is that sooner or later it passes. Life on Earth may be a cakewalk for some but it is a struggle for the majority. No system seems to be a solution because, sooner or later, the gangsters take over. This is why you hear that, “eternal vigilance is the price of liberty.”

Tyrants and despots have done their share to make portions of the world unlivable but bankers and corporations have got them beat in all directions by the incessant longevity of their evil ways. For these men and women, it is a game and you are mere ciphers on a balance sheet. Theft, usury and the destruction of the competition are applauded. They congratulate each other on their efforts and they laugh about the carnage. They do.

Many times here, I have suggested that if the people would only step away from the machine and refuse to contribute; refuse to work, refuse to buy, refuse to watch their televisions and gather in silent protest in their communities across the world that the engines would grind to a halt. I have always felt that this was the greatest power the people have. It is the complicity of the people in their own oppression that allows for it to continue.

Unfortunately, the majority of people are not very bright. It may not be only the lack of intelligence and a capacity for objective reasoning that is the problem. People are also inclined to obey. For some reason they believe that those in authority have their best interests at heart, regardless of how many times they are shown otherwise. Regardless of how often they see criminal behavior in high places they somehow think that someone, somewhere, is honest and knows what they are doing.

I’ve looked at this from a lot of perspectives and all I can come up with is that people have to suffer. It’s a mysterious component in life. They hunger for their own destruction and their lives bear this out.

Here at Smoking Mirrors, we like beating our head against the wall and pointing the same thing out, over and over. It’s what we do, so we must enjoy it. We don’t always get it right and we hope that, at those times, we are at least entertaining. It’s hard to know what to say to someone who won’t listen. It’s hard to know what to do in an enormous ocean of fish, swimming in large schools into the nets.

You stand on one side of the river and you cry and you stand on the other side of the river and you laugh and neither of these affects anything. I believe that people wake up here and there as time goes by. I believe there’s some grand summing up somewhere up or down the road but I couldn’t tell you what it is. Take what is useful and freely given and leave the rest. Given that it looks like bad weather up ahead, I suppose it’s only fair that winter is coming too.

Visible sings: The eponymous Les Visible Music Album♫ Patterns ♫
'Patterns ' is track no. 10 of 10 on Visible's eponymous
'Les Visible' Music Album

Lyrics (pops up)

The eponymous Les Visible Music Album

Sunday, December 7, 2008

Hmmm... Should I Stay or Should I Go?

“If I go there will be trouble. And if I stay it will be double.” So the song goes. There’s about 44 days before Chicken Shit McGrew and Shotgun Slim are set to sail into the sunset. Chicken Shit is probably thinking about punching cows because cows don’t have fists and can’t punch him back. Ole Shotgun is dreaming of aging lawyers levered off of skeet machines but... that can’t be enough for them, can it? Once you’ve gotten a taste for innocent, undefended blood it’s a hard jones to kick.

I can’t see them just packing it in and heading for Israel where you can bag your limit every day in the occupied territories. Yeah, I know there’s no limit, that’s just a figure of speech. So what’s an unemployed serial killer to do? It should have been a movie; they could have called it “Dean Corll and Elmer Wayne Henley go to Washington.” If it had been a movie you could have chosen not to watch it but we didn’t have that choice.

I know when their day comes, wherever they may be, those wraiths from the movie “Ghost” are going to be coming up out of the storm drains for a hundred miles around. It will look like one of those days on Lake Malawi when the mosquito clouds show up. Like the photographer, you don’t want to be too close to the action.

But will he stay or will he go? Will this demented Don Quixote and his naughty little Sancho Panza go away? 44 days and a wakeup, that’s what we got but don’t count on the wakeup. Now that Obama has loaded up the important slots with what would make his predecessor green with envy, he’s doing a brush overlay with reasonable people in places where it won’t interfere with business as usual. I’d have been a lot happier with Shinseki as Secretary of Defense but that’s probably something you would look for when defense was the intention. When your main objective is being offensive (in every sense) then you want the pieces to reflect an Obamanation.

Of course, you know what’s really going on in Pakistan. Our boy is gone and behind the scenes there are people who don’t want to perform public felatio any more. Some of these people don’t even think we’re the good guys. Whassup wit that? It’s a cold world and I’m not just saying that because global warming is bullshit. I’m saying it because of how it makes you feel when the people who aren’t your friends in the first place no longer enjoy acting like they are just because you threaten to destroy them.

♫ It’s beginning to feel a lot like Christmas. ♫ No it’s not. I think I speak for a lot of people; a great many of whom aren’t even around any more, when I say that a few public executions would make the day an embarrassment of riches. I warrant the photos would be a lot more popular than manger scenes and the videos would knock the youtube servers out of commission. I’d like to vote that the next time we start a religion that the main holiday be based on the deaths of some bad guys instead of the birth of one good guy. It’s clear to me that if we lived on some other planet in the solar system that Earth would be considered a malefic when it appeared in your chart. “I hate to tell you this but you’ve got a Saturn/Earth square in your eighth house.”

Where could I possibly be going with this? That’s a very good question. You see, every now and then I wake up feeling like Howard Beale and I want to run to my window and scream, “I’m mad as hell and I’m not going to take it any more.” But this isn’t a movie. This is real life and I would be the only person doing it. The days when Eldridge Cleaver could get away with saying the things he did are long gone and even though Mother Nature was kind to me, I couldn’t get away with wearing those pants he designed and expect anyone to be impressed with my passion. You’re all a bunch of sissies. That’s what I say. Even those of you who do get angry and pick up a gun just wind up shooting your relatives or co-workers or your boss. You never shoot the right people. If ten guys could do what they did in Mumbai- even though it damn well wasn’t ten guys- could you imagine what a thousand pissed off patriots could do?

What the hell is wrong with you people? Don’t you remember that, "The tree of liberty must occasionally be watered with the blood of tyrants and patriots"? A pack of common thugs waltzed into your house and kicked you into the street. They kept your wife and your daughters though and I expect you know what’s happening to them right now. They boarded the place up and they’ve got spotlights up at night and some bought and paid for killers are patrolling the grounds. It’s not so bad yet though. You’ve got a little spot down by the railyard and a plastic sheet and some blankets. You can cook your food right in the can over the fire you made from the broken wood palettes and if you were smart you had the good sense to hitchhike south anyway. But here’s the kicker. These good old boys are gonna get bored sooner or later. They’re gonna get liquored up and grab their guns and go looking to bag some homeless ass.

You have to understand that it’s not enough for these people just to take everything you have. The real charge comes with humiliating you and shoving what little dignity you have down your throat while your companions wait their turn. I’m surprised they didn’t tie you up and let you watch them have their way with the women before they threw you out. It must have been an oversight. Yeah, they’re going to kill you but they want to have some sport first.

Something is wrong with the world. Something is very, very wrong. They just did another ‘bait and switch’ and you still don’t get it. You’re going to sit on your couch and watch TV while they empty the contents of the house into their vans. Then they’re going to take the couch so ...you’ll sit on the floor. Then they’re going to take the TV. Then they’re going to boot you out of the house and then they’re going to arrest you for loitering.

44 days and counting... then comes the winter. Pakistan this and Iran that. Palestine is a hunting preserve and the settlers don’t even need permits. The Congo? Zimbabwe? None of these things are any of your business are they? All the money needed to fix these things and to fix everything else is in the bank accounts of less than one percent of the people. All the injustice and evil in the world is happening because the very worst people on the planet have all the money. If someone says something about equitable sharing then they’re a goddamned socialist and you nod your head. Hell, you might win the lottery tomorrow and then what?

Brutal fucking murder by men in pinstriped suits; worse than murder, far worse, as they play with their food before they eat it and you envy and admire them. You can’t get your head around it. Obviously it is supposed to be this way or it wouldn’t be happening would it? You can’t grasp the concept of how these people can be so measured and dignified and know which fork to use and do so many bad things. It has to be someone else who is doing it. And who would that be? That would be someone just like you, only in worse shape... some sand nigger; some non-English speaking guy who can’t afford a car but has his own communications satellite orbiting the Earth.

You just keep watching your TV and listening to the things they tell you. You keep listening to the people who fucked things up beyond recognition and you listen to their solutions about how they’re going to make it all better again and tomorrow when you cash your unemployment check you can hoof it down to the convenience mart and buy that lottery ticket. Hey... you never know. Precisely... exactly... and maybe you never will.

Visible sings: The eponymous Les Visible Music Album♫ My Pickup Truck got Pregnant ♫
'My Pickup Truck got Pregnant' is track no. 1 of 10 on Visible's eponymous
'Les Visible' Music Album

Lyrics (pops up)

The eponymous Les Visible Music Album

Friday, December 5, 2008

They Live, they Control and they Feed.

Well... let’s start off with something we don’t hear much discussion about and that would be about Bush buying a huge parcel of land in Paraguay. You may scan the various articles at your leisure. You’ll find sometimes they are talking about Little Boots Bush and sometimes they are talking about Domitian Daddy, Bush senior. That the son preceded the father in the analogies doesn’t mean anything.

Paraguay has a history of being a Nazi getaway so the choice of this country shouldn’t be surprising in the least. I throw this information in just to say that the Bush’s and their associates, all poker buddies of Asmodeus and Abaddon, have got their bolt holes secured for the coming world upheaval. They probably don’t know that the demons they play cards with are not their friends but only around for the purpose of accompanying them to their future ‘long term’ homes.

As you read some of these links you find that Stepford Wife, Laura and the genetically engineered Jenna the Hut are also playing footsie in Paraguay which may be not unlike ‘picking your feet in Poughkeepsie’. I imagine that part of the attraction for Bush Sr. is a closer proximity to certain aspects of his dope operations but, maybe not, since he’s pretty global. I’m supposing there may be less hassle about the age of his alleged love interests but I doubt it much matters where he is in that regard. I don’t know if the rumors are true. I do know that he/they is/are capable and guilty of much, much worse so it wouldn’t be a big deal for him.

I don’t know if these things are true. I do know that these people have no moral compass and are not burdened with a conscience so that they would certainly do anything they wanted to, any time they felt like it. These people are monsters.

One of the things I’ve been doing lately is to be reading up on the economy and the forces that are driving it in the direction it is headed. I’ve looked into this derivatives thing and I’ve looked at the wealth disparities and the rate of income increase for the various percentiles of wealth. I’ve looked into the toxic loans and who sold them to the unsuspecting buyers .I’ve tried to see who has been hurt the most and who profited from it. I’ve looked at the banks that have gone south and the banks that don’t get mentioned and who haven’t experienced terminal status. I’ve looked at a lot of related things and I can tell you that I don’t like reading about finance and don’t have much interest in it.

The picture I have been getting tells me several things. You have to understand that I’m not the sort of guy who’d be tapped to act as a financial writer or a financial policeman. Still... it looks to me like this has all been engineered as part of the plan to impose mass suffering upon a large portion of the human race and it seems as if the motive is to provoke them into destroying each other, leaving only a selection of the elite and those who are preserved to serve them as a permanent underclass. There doesn’t seem to be any other motive. You look at it and you tell me.

There’s a really badly done movie called “They Live” by John Carpenter. The acting is atrocious, with wrestler, Roddy Piper, in the main role. The direction is pretty shabby too. But the plot and the way the overseers are presented is chilling. Many other people have noted the power of the imagery and what it says about the world in which we live. There’s no doubt in my mind that something like this -e cosi- is going on. I can watch people going through the motions of their lives and it’s apparent they are being herded in some B.F. Skinner/ Pavlovian sort of a way.

The world financial system is crashing. You haven’t seen anything yet. This is what my cursory investigations have told me. It is interesting to see how the press handles it. There’s a sense of same old, same old business as usual going on and it’s no big deal even when they say it’s a big deal. It seems as if there are powerful, subliminal messages that impact through sight and sound but are hidden from the recognition portion of the mind.

You can’t even have a decent terror attack these days without a whole bunch of annoying questions. Like, how could ten guys create such damage and why are they saying that some of the terrorists were staying at Nariman house for two weeks before the period of assault? Whatever happened to the real, wild-eyed cats that cooked up some explosives in a back room and then blew up an embassy or a government building? Are any of them still around, even? Imperialism and corporate super swine have swallowed up every area where entrepreneurs once thrived. They drove the small businessman out of the illegal drug trade and now they’ve driven the legitimate terrorists into taxicabs and Falafel Shops. As a result the quality of drugs has gone down and the terror body counts have gone up.

The whole shebang is now a seamless enterprise for the benefit of the few who are now using the immanence of financial meltdown as a cover for all the other triggers and turning points that are part of the carnival ride which ends in an entropic swamp or the soon to be ubiquitous McMassgrave locations or FEMA Concentration Camp Theme Parks.

You can’t tell me that everyone is as stupid as they are pretending to be. Yes, the MSM doesn’t hire anyone who doesn’t toe the company line but wouldn’t you think there would be hundreds of disaffected former employees, whose small shreds of integrity got over looked when they hired them? Now they’re on the street because some faint flashbacks of a formerly sunlit world where they were someone different; not all twisted and corrupted as they became, got in the way of their formerly non-stop lying ways. Yeah... there’s something going on behind the scenes. I keep saying it because it keeps coming up for me. I figure you find out what ‘that’ is and you have found out what you need to know.

This thing with Obama’s birth certificate won’t go away and Clarence ‘the clown’ Thomas stuck his toe into the oil slick and not because he wanted to see a rainbow on the nail. I don’t believe in accidents and Clarenzo was one of the players in the illegal investiture of Little Boots Bush into the White House. I’m doubtful that Obama wasn’t born here... of course the whole thing could have been set up way back and there’s your martial law trigger like it had eyes.

You know its coming. You see it. You hear about it every day. It is only a matter of when. All those constitutional guarantees getting hammered and this Homeland Security thing now run by some of the major players in the attack that birthed it. The soldiers being deployed... the fears and threats... the whispers. The spying and the torture along with the airport dehumanization’s, while the jobs and incomes disappear under the umbrella of a manufactured, financial meltdown. The retail industry can’t survive what’s coming.

Since you and I can see it happening, the only questions is, why? Why are they doing it? If you throw in the seeming food and fuel shortages and the civil unrest that is bound to follow along with the wars necessary to motivate the economy, your eyes finally swivel around to the population explosion and what to do about all these people. Then you might think about the eugenics considerations of certain particular, wealthy psychopaths and a picture begins to emerge.

Swine flu is walking on two legs through the arcade. I realize that this is just more talk about the same things but it is apparent there are a lot of questions we aren’t getting any answers to. Meanwhile, Hannibal Lecter is browsing through his Dean and Deluca picnic box.

Visible sings: God in Country by Les Visible♫ Prevail ♫
'Prevail' is track no. 6 of 11 on Visible's 2001 album 'God in Country'
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God in Country by Les Visible

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Whistling Past the Graveyard in the Night of the Living Dead.

A couple of days ago the main headline at MSNBC shouted that by 2011 there would be 20,000 soldiers stationed on U.S. soil for the purpose of protecting and defending against acts of terrorism and acts of nature. The image I got was of ranks of men firing into the ground to stop an earthquake or firing into the air to stop a storm. The other image was of ranks of soldiers firing into crowds to defend the authors of a domestic attack, engineered by the leaders of the country.

The next day the headline screamed that America should expect a biological agent attack by 2013. This is something that ‘they’ wanted you to know. Ask yourself why they would tell you something like this.

Watching Obama go about the business of filling the seats of his high command is a gruesome ordeal. He has appointed Rahm Emanuel. As I am writing this, Obama is seriously considering appointing Jane Harman to a top intelligence post. This is a very dark individual. Jane Harman is deep under the covers with the most prominent serial killers of our time. She sneaked HR 1955 into operation under the nose of the American people and you don’t need to know about her other dirty deeds, this one is enough.

Dennis Ross is a Fox News kind of a guy and like Harmon, a Zionist Gollum. He’s Paul Wofowitz’s good buddy. Obama has put him in charge of Middle East policy. Given what I can only imagine these people are up to, I would say it is time to get far away from large population centers. Here be psychopaths, my friends. Here are the faces of evil and they are soon to be pustulating with venom for the human race, in a room crowded with like minded snakes.

For those of you intelligent enough to see what this means; those of you who supported Obama and his talk of hope and change... what must you be thinking now? What must you be thinking? What Obama has done is appoint George Romero as Secretary of Reality. America... you are screwed and, by extension, so is everyone else.

I don’t want to go into the sordid details of these individual lives and their ceaseless efforts to make life as difficult as possible for those they have been empowered to serve. You can educate yourself about these dung slugs on your own time. I don’t want to trouble my beautiful mind, picking the white spots off of the chicken shit.

I’ll just give you a little analogy about one of them. Let us say that you go to school in a bad neighborhood and that it’s 1958 and the school is mostly white and the school is somewhere in Mississippi and that there are five young black children who have entered this school for the first time. Let’s say that these kids are in 6th and 7th grade and let’s say that there is a gang of white, high school dropouts who hang around in an area near the school that is also a place which you have to pass by on your way to the black neighborhood. Let’s say that this gang hates black people and thinks that they are animals and that they can do anything they want to them without fear of consequences. The head of this gang would be Dennis Ross and the little black children would be the people of Gaza. There is no hyperbole in this description... none at all.

You could say that the other members of this gang are some of the names already mentioned and you could find out the other names by looking at Obama’s other appointments. You could add some other victims to the list that includes Gaza and they would be the American people and any other people anywhere that are in the way of anything that these gang members want. You should remember too that the parents of these gang members are all friends of the local police, the politicians and the judiciary. There is no hyperbole in this... none at all.

Before the dawn breaks and break it will... there is going to be one long dark highway into night that we must travel. We must walk past the cemetery and there are flesh eating zombies there. We must rely on our wits, our reflexes and whatever we have placed our faith in to protect us and the ones we love. This is very like the video game, Doom.

I want to find something positive that I can say to you and it is a difficult task. I could tell you that challenges and adversity can strengthen your resolve. I could tell you that you could afford to lose a few pounds or that materialism has been clouding your mind and stifling your spirit and that what is coming is going to make you a better person if you make it past the graveyard. I’m not sure that this is the positive message that you want to hear. I’m wondering if this message is even positive.

I will tell you that humanity has suffered some grim periods of transition. I will tell you that this is definitely one of them. I can also tell you that there is an indefinable power in humanity that rises to the occasion when the need is upon it. I will not attempt to define this or speak about its mysterious origins in the hearts of the true heroes who appear in our time of crisis. I will tell you that it is there and it will appear. Across this land and every land there are hundreds of thousands of us, possibly millions of us who will “not go gentle into that dark night.”

This is the hour that you must look within you and seek out who you are. It does not take a genius to see what the combination of these individuals and their henchmen and lackeys implies for the fate of the world. If you are not in deep denial about what is happening in front of your eyes then you are most likely troubled indeed.

The same people who did 9/11 and who engineered the London Tube attacks and the Madrid Train Station bombings are the people who orchestrated the Mumbai attacks. They have quite a few more events planned in their relentless pursuit of world domination. They are no differently intending than Hitler or Stalin or Mao was. They are this year’s representatives of the same malevolent evil that appears as regular as the seasons in human affairs. It can no longer be in doubt who this Obama is and what he has in mind. It would make no difference if George W. Bush were to just stay where he is for another four years. The proof is in the pudding and it is there to be seen as clear as day in the physical evidence of those with whom Obama has chosen to associate himself.

I’m not Gandhi or anyone like him. I can’t lead you to a better world. I am no well-placed general with humanities interest in my heart. I have no political or social cachet. I’m no one, in the middle of a rural farming community, telling the few who will hear this that you had better think about where you are and what you are doing and you had better think about it now. There are people and places that will weather these times and there are people and places that will not. It is for you to decide. It is for you to look within your heart and determine what is best for you and yours.

Make no mistake; what infuriates these people is the very idea of human freedom and positive, creative expression. It makes their cold blood curdle. They hate what is good and true and decent and if that is you then... they hate you. Take comfort in the fact that they will be dealt with when the time comes. But there is a space of distance between now and then.

Simplify your lives and clarify your hearts and minds. Find what you know to be true and hold fast to it. One of their chief weapons is to make you degenerate and to weaken your will by distracting you with banal and trivial entertainments. It is past time to find the unbreakable cord of strength that runs from generation to generation. It is inside you. You can find it if you will. If you can find your calm center within, you will pass through the zombies who will most certainly grab the others who are lacking the connection to their essential core. Define it any way you like, just make certain it is real.

Visible sings: I Love You by Les Visible♫ I Love You ♫
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