Julian Assange and Abe Foxman get Married

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

Well now, I was wondering what I might write about today when I saw this. It’s impossible for me to resist an opportunity like this, so I’m going to go on record and say that Wikileaks is an Israeli scam and Andy Warhol Jr., better known as Julian Assange, is a Rothschild backed, Israeli stooge. Knopf and Canongate are giving Assange 1.5 million dollars to team up with hungry Ghost Writers in the Sky and spin his autobiography, accent on ‘auto’. I had heard that Rupert Murdoch was involved. I realize that since this involves dark places under large rocks, near unregulated, septic systems that... Murdoch has to be connected somehow, still... I don’t actually know that he’s engaged, so I shouldn’t say so. However, as a line in Murdoch’s theme song goes, “the butt bone's connected to the smut bone” so we can’t discount him.

Let me encapsulate the main thrust of the last paragraph, Assange is an Israeli stooge and Wikileaks is an Israeli scam. I hope that does it. I hope I make the list. I don’t know how much time my mother may have left and I do want to make her proud. If I don’t make the list, I’ll be devastated and she’ll be disappointed. I’ve been singled out by members of The Neo-Pharisees for career destruction in various media, as well as being blacked out in the major markets and, I have to admit, that is a sign of disfavor that wears well but, it’s not the big time. The big time is when you are not just ignored but publicly noted as someone to be ignored. It’s a toss up really. Do you settle for nothing as a sign of something or do you throw in ignominy and calumny and take the risk that there might actually be no such thing as bad publicity? It’s a two-edged Ginsu is what it is.

Assange is getting the full boat spread. I’m not likely to get anything like that. He gets the ‘tropo caro treatment’ that includes accusations of testosterone rampaging as a red herring overlay on sexual ambiguity; something I occasionally favor when my kundalini is acting up but which I don’t recommend practicing at home, unless you’re alone and like to dress up... Julian... Julia... costume ball on Corfu... detecting... detecting...  “Rothschilds! Meet the Rothschilds; they’re a plague on human history.” I don’t suppose I have to mention that goes with the tune to The Flintstones. “And over here we have the Silas Marner exhibit which is next to the Jack the Ripper diorama"... moving right along. I don’t know how much truth there is in this; more than Wikileaks or less than Wikileaks? “wiki, wiki bra”

Yes, when you’re Assange you can get the 96% Neo-Pharisee owned media to paint you as a bad guy and turn you into the people’s hero at the same time. This is like being crucified with red gelatin nails on a custom, comfort cross. It’s got an off-Broadway, Jesus Christ superstar kind of a feel good, fun for the whole family thing, especially if this is the kind of family you come from, only it isn’t listed in the theater program; that’s where hungry Ghost Writers in the Sky LTD comes in.

Um, let’s see; Julian Assange is an Israeli stooge. Julian Assange works for Israel. Julian Assange got paid by Israel to not publish cables incriminating Israel in doing what Israel does 24/7. Cue the ADL and... start up the war machine for another crack at the Litani River. As it is, the water coming in from the taps in Tel Aviv, looks like the water that’s going out of the drains through another fixture. One hopes it tastes like that too.

Abe Foxman is a 100% ambulatory, shit golem who looks like Tottie Fields when he’s naked. Someone should unscrew that wooden leg, carefully, and then beat him into shit kibble for the coprophagia crowd that meets at oh... any one of these people’s houses after one of those major openings at MOMA. Well lookee there, David Rockefeller is the big cheese. No visible, that’s not cheese, that’s just more shit kibble, made to look and taste like cheese and old socks, slow cooked on a car radiator, until it’s ready to serve. It goes really well with a chilled Sauterne.

Am I being unnecessarily rude and crude here? I assure you that no Palestinians were harmed during the writing of this essay. There was no animal testing involved either but... there may be once this becomes available to read.

What can you say about a guy like Julian Assange? Well, not the truth of course but you could repeat what you’re being told. I’m sure we’re all walking a little taller and standing up a little straighter now that we’ve got a real, one hundred percent manufactured hero to admire and study. He’s environmentally friendly, since he’s composed of completely recycled materials that you can burn in your Prius, if you run out of gas in the outback and Julian happens to be in the car.

I haven’t seen them yet but I get the feeling there’s a whole crew of ex-Vogue photo people who follow Julian around because of all those artsy, back-lighted, fashion pics that keep showing up in the media. I’m guess they’re dressed in black turtle necks and look like they do air guitar backups on Robert Palmer music videos. I imagine they’re all just one big happy family; the hair people, the FX people, the publicity corps and of course the liaisons and flacks that work the space between Julian and the people who want to touch him. My guess is that like Andy, he just like to watch, or says he just likes to watch like Andy since, I know for a fact that Andy didn’t just watch.

It’s hard to imagine this whole extravaganza hasn’t come to reality TV yet and then I realize, it is reality TV, it’s just pretending to be news but it’s scripted so... oh, I see, the news is scripted too? Okay then, it’s becoming clearer.

Well, it’s good to see that the Anti-Defecation League has got Julian’s back and everyone else has got his front. Chief anti-defecator, Abe Foxman made the point some time ago that anti-defecation was a primary concern of the organization because they would run out of material in no time otherwise. Basically, it’s a plumbing thing, where the material backs up, until the pressure of social need squeezes the toothpaste tube with an invisible hand and provides the world with something to eat, snort, drink or make love to. Don’t worry about whether it’s love or not, attention will do.

I’ m going to ask the reader to join me now in a little creative visualization. It won’t be pleasant. If it is, I’d rather you didn’t come around here anyway. I want you to imagine Abe Foxman naked in an elementary school playground at recess. I want you to imagine it’s a really big elementary school and that Abe is the school principal but that aliens took over his mind and forced him to disrobe at noon near the swing sets. I want you to imagine Julian Assange dressed up in a pink party dress with ribbons in his hair and a big load of Wiki-Leaks in his arms and that he’s standing in front of Abe and trying to hand Abe the Wiki-Leaks papers but Abe has suddenly been overcome by yet more alien intrusion and has begun to masturbate in a wild frenzy and that his eyes are rotating in his head. Children are screaming and covering their eyes.

You can hear police sirens in the distance and there are a number of teachers running into the playground with blankets to cover Abe with but the blankets catch fire when they get close. Abe picks up the pace and goes turbo and then begins to gasp as he gets closer to release. His face turns crimson and his knees begin to buckle. It looks like he’s trying to get closer to Julian so that he can finish on the big stack of Wiki-leaks but... just as you think he’s going to manage it, you can hear his heart explode like a tire blowing out on the freeway and then he falls to the ground and lands on his face with his big ass up in the air.

The sirens are getting louder and then you see two bicycle cops pull in and one of them parks his bike in the crack of Abe’s ass and dismounts. He scans the crowd and says, “Okay, what’s going on here?” Julian replies, “Nothing officer, nothing is ever going on here. It just looks like it is.” The one officer looks at the other officer and then back to Julian and says, “Well, that’s the important thing, isn’t it?” Julian answers, “Yes sir, it is.” Then a man in a trench coat comes into the playground and picks up Julian and takes him through the gate in the chain link fence and tosses him into a white panel van and drives off.


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Visible and The Critical List: ♫ Multicultural Cowboys ♫
'Multicultural Cowboys' is track no. 1 of 12 on Visible and The Critical List's 1992 album
'Not Politically Correct'
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I guess I'd better not kid with people about the avatar thing. Why anyone would believe certain things frightens me more than it does them (grin). I guess personal humor isn't as desirable or as convincing an effort at self-deprecation as it used to be, now that the times are cosmic.


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Smoking Mirrors Mirror.

Metamorphosis from Thanksgiving to Christmas

Dog Poet Transmitting.......


On Christmas Day.


Thank you for liberty as license
in excess to
make us fat and stupid


like turkeys portrayed
as what they are not
but they taste sweet
like the memory of
what we lost

God Bless us for being a nation of assholes
in every country where
they don't celebrate
what we have
lied ourselves into believing
was representative of our gratitude


where
irony is
the cranberry sauce
and the gravy lines the arteries
of our super highways
in the portable mashed potatoes
of wide load bodies
yearning to be free

where our children are pierced with
navel rings
and tongue studs
the one hidden in decadent folds of flesh
and the other 'in house'
hard body of the moment
hardening Daddy's
fat cock
while mom cruises the aisles of the
open 24 hours Giant supermarket
in a Valium haze


"searching


I been searching


I been searching every day"


and generating vipers
like The Bible in hiphop
done by Snoop Dog and
dressed by Diddy
and available in Spanish
and Braille for those who
need to touch what they can't feel and


joined at the hip to
the country we fought to achieve
independence from
who never stopped running the show
and who joins us now
in another nation where
death is the technicolor
dream coat of false idols
pretending to be gods


and we like it better from behind
with a reach around than
we do on our backs and looking
into the face of the rapist
who made sure that the only people
walking on the sea of Galilee are
Palestinians running too fast to sink


Yeah, I got your
gratitude swinging
I got your illuminated text
and the bloated bodies that
Rumi might have mentioned
if he had been Nostradamus instead


or Nosferatu
in the White House where
they don't get mentioned


We hold these truths to be


we hold these dark woods and
serial killer drop zones in the
ice plants along the sides
of California freeways to be
self-evident.


I wish I had a country to love
I wish I hadn't died in the loading zone
I wish I had not
shit in one hand and
wished in the other


I wish



I wish



I wish


we thank you lord for these blessing we
are about to conceive
indivisible
with no kind of fucking justice
in thrall
to the Homeland in-Security pigs
in the hall.


(there was another Christmas season
lacking Thanksgiving) where my
Mom made me hotdogs
because the chili
the family was having for dinner
on the
night I got back from the hospital
was too spicy for my 12 year old stomach ulcer


that I got because
someone was so angry and cruel
that I
burned my insides out


I lost it-


for awhile before
I even knew it was there

my health
my life
my heart broken inside


I cried


I wept


I died


My father called me a
special privileged character
he whipped me
like a dog


that's what I got for Christmas


that's what I got


that's what I got
for Christmas every day
and he was a soldier for life
in the army that protected
the land of
fat blessings
for which Thanksgiving is the
day before shopping is celebrated
for a Christmas where the point
got forgotten


suffering
and succotash
cartoons and life
animated characters poping up out of the sidewalk and one of these days


one of these days


"ba ba bada ba bada 'bing' that's all folks."


cartoon spiral sucked back into the real spiral
"buddha budda budda" said the machinegun scream


"Down on your knees!"


"Good grief, it's Daddy!"


For these gifts we are about to receive
from a god that looks like John Wayne Gacy in a clown suit
on a bed of clouds with handcuffs


Thanksgiving for Christmas
we thank you god for the rain of fire that
we richly deserve
more for the fundies and missionaries than
we do for the porn


What does it take to paint sugar water under the
eyes of starving black children for
photo-ops in a Banana Republic Safari Suit?


the same thing it takes to be in charge of
exploited children
the same kind of photo-op
of men congratulating themselves for
killing half a million people
so that
their buddies in supply and demand can
make enough weapons to defend the bottom line


I am thankful
on Thanksgiving and grateful on Christmas
that
I am not you
and grief sticken too that
you are a part of me
Here in the hot apple and pumpkin pie wilderness of
the land of the free.


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Patrick Willis narrates:
Thanksgiving the Day After


Visible sings: ♫ Imaginary Queen ♫
'Imaginary Queen' is track no. 10 of 11 on Visible's 2001 album 'God in Country'
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What's any of This got to do with That?

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

Well, maybe it’s time for a general mea culpa of sorts along with various bits of evidence that might help in the general understanding. Some people want to know ‘when things are going to happen’. I suggest you look around and you will see that things are happening. It can take a long time for circumstances and events to trigger the inevitable. Once that happens, you will find things happening a great deal faster than you might like and find yourself wishing you’d done a little more personal work on yourself, when you had the chance.

I mention my invisible friends occasionally and some people take exception to that, without knowing who and what they are. I’ve refrained from getting into specifics because it could very well sound outrageous. I know it is outrageous from my view. Often people think if something isn’t happening to them then it can’t be happening to someone else. I would ask those people to consider how much effort and sacrifice they have put into it. I would like to ask those objecting, to be honest with themselves and ask themselves; what have I done to make contact with higher life forms? I warrant you will have to admit, not much, if anything.

I’m not here to justify myself. Anything I may have accomplished is possible for anyone else who wants to go through the trouble ...and history is littered with the names of those who did. It’s true that the number is quite small in comparison to the general population but the general population spends its time on other things. If any of us can play an instrument- and that includes our own being- and also instruments not generally recognized as even being in existence, it is because we took the time to learn how to do it and went to the right teachers for the training and information.

Some people come here to interact and experience what gets said because, for whatever the reason, they keep coming back. A very few come here to snipe and I would say that the extraordinarily low number of those who want to play the troll should be evidence of something, because I very rarely censor any comments and you have to develop a long track record for me to shut down your personality. I can only think of two people who have accomplished that since I started this and there’s one other who comes and goes, goes nova, goes away and then comes back again at intervals and I always let him back in.

I have intentionally painted myself in a bad light at regular intervals just to keep a fallible human perspective operational. I don’t like doing it. Having to do it should speak to motive. The idea that I should do still more is ludicrous. It is important for those who are repelled by the singular amount of complements that this writer receives to realize it is not the fault of the writer fishing for them. The writer’s character does not need to be reduced to more and more of less and less in order to offset what the readers say. The writer doesn’t prance about and bask in the glow. The writer seldom acknowledges the comments. Eh?

I’ve had to deal with this sort of a thing for a long time and it’s about to get a whole lot worse (grin), if I can say it that way. Destiny is a fact and a feature in all of our lives. Our possibilities are limitless but we don’t take advantage of that very often. So it is, that later in our lives we are hounded by our failures, based on the degree to which we have sold out and compromised ourselves and not lived as we should have. In some cases this means having been an outlaw, when the alternative was to bend over for the bad guys. In some cases, this means living as one ostracized for not having followed the accepted avenues of conformity. In some cases, this means behaving as if one were insane in the eyes of all of those who think themselves sane and who are actually garden variety nutjobs, filled with twitches and ticks; obsessions, compulsions, neurosis and all sorts and varieties of secret activities that shouldn’t require my listing them.

It takes a tremendous amount of force and fearlessness to go against the common grain and live in varying states of pariah status. One has to disappoint friends and family and sometimes walk some long roads without being understood, while incapable of presenting any convincing explanation. If you imagine that tales like these always end in madness; suicide, censure, poverty and whatever negative connotation you can come up with, think again. Anyone who is sincere and perseveres, gains the friendship of angels and all those invisible beings who assist humanity, just as demons work the other side of the court.

Those who can resist the attractions of the underworld, win the favor of the overworld. Those who pass certain tests find that there are results. Sometimes this can continue until late in life, depending on the point the universe wants to make. However, no force on this planet is equal, by any stretch, with the greater will of the cosmos, which is conscious and aware of everything. This is why some of us can act with impunity and not fear any reactions from the lower realms; can in fact say, “Kiss my ass”, with authority.

I could tell you some incredible tales, sometimes I do but mostly I don’t. Anyone who doubts whether I have invisible friends should research what happened with me at that gladiator school, Petersburg Reformatory, under the name Les Crook (ironic name eh?). Besides those who are aware of what happened, I’m sure there are people still around who were there and remember it. You might also research the same name in the courts of Hawaii, where I remain the only person to prove against the government and walk away from a life sentence and I had no money and a court appointed lawyer. There are plenty of people aware of that one. Afterwards, some people said, “Well, he bought off the jury.” With what? And this is the state with the highest conviction rate in the nation.

There are quite a few other tales but I don’t see the point of telling them just to make myself look good. That’s not my job. That’s the job of my invisible friends, who are also not going to stay invisible.
We are coming upon a time when the fabric of reality is going to tear. The dream web is going to fray. The hypnotism and hallucinations are going to be ended, so that people can see what they haven’t seen and should have seen but they weren’t looking hard enough. That’s the trouble with people. They don’t look hard enough and they don’t try hard enough and when they do it’s for material gain.

Do you think it is an accident of enforced celibacy that led to all the priest molestations in the Catholic Church, all over the world by sheer coincidence? Think again. There’s more at work than you might suspect. Do you think it’s just the nature of the game that all of these politicians are so corrupt around the world? Do you think it’s the nature of corporations and banks to be not only vile in their methods but ratcheting them up in turbo phase as they are doing right now? In some cases this is true but there’s more to the whole thing than that and it’s going to become increasingly clear what that is.

This is all a movie and it has a director and now the movie is going to change. Believe it or not, it will or it won’t and we’ll see. The whole thing is coming down and being redone for a new existence under a new template. The old world is passing away. The world is simultaneously in its death throes and the travail of birth.

It’s been no accident, the generations who have shown up recently and the ones in play at the various levels of the moment. New generations are coming now too. You can argue about it all you like. There are a lot of people pontificating. We have an epidemic plague of experts who don’t know shit but they are going to see too.

I have a job and everyone else has a job to do. Most people are not doing their job; they’re doing something else because of the personal cost of doing their job. Most people are not being themselves because of the personal cost. Most people aren’t living their lives because of the fear that comes when you find yourself up against the manifest obstacles to true self expression. That’s all going to change and it’s not going to be very long at this point.

Take a good look around you. Open your eyes. Look at all the forces massing for one thing or another and all the social games and experiments that are at work. Something is coming out of the mix, right up out of the heart of humanity and it is going to bless and to punish accordingly.


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Visible sings: ♫ Rocks in the Stream ♫
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The Early Bird gets Cosmically Wormed.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

So now we are hearing that it’s not happening in 2012 but going to occur starting Dec 21, 2010. We could be in an, any minute frame of reference, or we could just be getting further annoyed with whatever we are waiting for, continuing to not show up. However, since we don’t know what’s coming, not having it show up can be a very good thing, depending on which end of the equation you are on. Well, you can take off your mind any concerns about the ‘no show’ factor. The show is on, you are in it and part of it and if nothing has happened yet, that means you should be... happening.

I’m flat out exhausted from having stood for several days on the docks of time and watching my ships come in. I can see the prows and the masts from here but they haven’t come into the port proper yet; haven’t tied up at the metal rings in the concrete walk. Laurence Oliver came back from the dead to do one of my posts and I must say I am both surprised and honored. Thank you.

I now know the meaning of ‘too much of a good thing’ because of the necessary physical and metaphysical preparations necessary to receive them. Three days of being bounced off the walls and thrown from side to side, as extra-dimensional physicians, do removal and implanting can make you gun-shy of ever getting close again, (grin) unless you’re me, heh heh... ah well, you had to be there and I am told some of you will, soon enough.

I can’t tell you how difficult it is to have to viscerally accept that everything is under control, absolutely and completely and that there is no reason to worry about anything. We think we know ourselves but we don’t. We don’t know ourselves at all, so it doesn’t project into the affirmative that we know each other either. I’m assuming the latter is predicated on the former. That’s how it’s looking from here.

I met the divine on a beach at the age of 21 and he told me that “everything is under control, take the reins”. I’ve lived with that and other quotes I received that day for all of my life up to this moment. Countless times, I have repeated them in my head and turned them over, looking at them, thinking I knew what they meant and remaining puzzled about some of them. Meaning is a funny thing. It has dimensions like height and width and depth. Something can mean one thing on the surface and something else entirely when you meet it in the depths.

As with some number of events in my life, there were witnesses for this meeting, which I guess says something. He spent the day with me, only once talking to someone else that I can remember. Douglas Hume, brother of Brit Hume, traveled all the way from Virginia to Lime Kiln Creek in Big Sur to check on this because of what was happening with me and there he met Donovan who wanted to string a big bell across the valley and others who confirmed the meeting. Longjohn who comments here is aware of these things and was around most of the time through many following occurances.

The Man on the Beach also told me, “God is a serpent. God is sleeping and this is his dream”. I said, “but he’s going to wake up right”? “I don’t know” was the reply. He said, “I like to fuck but I despise deals.” I said, “but you don’t have to make any deals.” He said, “Deals have been made”. Near the end he turned to me and said, “You’re a celebrity here, you know.” I had no idea what he meant and still don’t. What I remember is that the point came when I started saying, “I don’t know” and I knew that I didn’t. I was emptied out. He had total control of the whole day and I was never really aware of it. I didn’t think much about it in the following weeks, except to notice that I was making that snorting sound that he made as he forced the air out of his nostrils.

He looked like one of those Chinese sages. I asked him if he was Chinese and he said, “No”. I asked him if he was about 28 years old and he snorted and said, “No”. The lines of force in his face were incredible. His body was like that you see on the statues of Lord Shiva. He was immaculately clean, in a brilliant white t-shirt, chinos and Clark’s Desert Boots but his nails were broken and dirty. It was three months later when he activated my kundalini in the woods one night in Virginia, causing my acquaintances to become so freaked out that most of them never spoke to me again.

I realize now that I’ve never been unwatched and never been abandoned, over the whole course of following events, as I sometimes thought. I’m absolutely certain of that now, given what I’ve just been through. I should tell you that just because you aren’t seeing things at this very moment does not mean that they aren’t taking place. The bad guys are going to learn the meaning of incredible humiliation and abject fear. It’s happening right now.

All power comes from one source. David Rockefeller and Obama, the Rothschild’s and those garbage life forms in Israel and elsewhere, all move around and do what they do because of power loaned out for the performance of their evil. The switch can be thrown at any moment and will be. They’re being informed of this and toyed with. These monsters don’t take things the way we do. Most of them don’t believe the information being given to then. They think they are supreme in their realms. They’re going to find out otherwise, really soon.

The divine can wipe out every standing army on Earth with a simple gesture; can make weapons useless and defenses as permeable as gossamer silk. This force can accomplish anything, any time, anywhere. Just because it isn’t doing it, doesn’t mean it can’t, or won’t. We don’t and can’t comprehend the mind of the one who has been here from the beginning and always will be. We have no clue as to the immensity of the awareness and power. The divine has activated his agents and you are going to see some mind-bending and spectacular things.

I was told to put these coming days aside and relax, sleep, watch movies and not concern myself about anything. I was told this at the beginning and I can see now why it got said because I am wiped out. I keep going into the lamia and laying down, drifting away, staring across the way at the woodstove as the coals and flames do their dance. Occasionally being arched backward from the middle and tossed to and fro. “If you knew what you were getting, you wouldn’t mind this one bit”

I got some several kinds of internal injections that released chemicals from their storage holdings inside. This was accompanied by “Merry Christmas” and other things. I don’t want to talk about a lot of the details because it will piss some people off and I also don’t know a lot of the details, just some of them. I got some gifts and some of you are going to get some gifts too, soon. Some of you have already contacted me about this. Keep it in mind that the divine never does things in a small way, when it comes to setting a table for the ones he wants to lunch with.

He told me that to be named his friend and given his favor is a very rare event but that variations of that are going to be happening here and there. “It’s disappointing” he said. “Nothing gives me more pleasure than to dispense gifts among the worthy but there are always so few. I know I made it difficult but I put the value of what could be gained into the minds of those I was testing.”

I’m supposed to be telling you these things, against my will in some respects, because coming events are going to prove what is said here true. The divine is aware that I don’t want to look like a fool and also aware that I don’t really care either but that I might not say some things as a result. I’m told there’s a lot more to be said and that soon, too.

You should all take heart regardless of appearances and even celebrate. I don’t like to drink but I was forced to go and get a few beers to toast my good fortune. I’m about to be shown just how deep and comprehensive that control is and everyone reading this is in a position to profit immensely if they just take it to heart and listen for instructions. I’m going to go watch some movies. You’re watching a movie now. Watch closely to see what the director is about to do to the film.


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Visible sings: ♫ It Always Breaks Your Heart ♫
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