Songbird McCain
Has sullied the name
Of all who’ve gone to war
The original “Top Gun”
An Admiral’s son
He was just having fun—
When he killed 134
Destined for great things
The stories remain
Behind the invisible wall
But for those in the know
The ones running the show
McCain was their attack dog
He was Israel’s stooge
Who brought a deluge
Of lies to start more wars
While playing both ends
He brought terrorists in
To keep the narrative formed
A hero for hell
And now the bell
Has made its toll for thee
But let it be said
May you meet with the dead
You took from their families
So remember McCain
In the time that remains
Of a life both good and bad
Thank the stars and the sky
That your soul hasn’t died
Inside a prison camp
Monday, August 27, 2018
Saturday, August 18, 2018
The Valley of the Trolls
Lately, I’ve been commenting on some on-line boards for a couple of reasons. One is that I think many commenters are beginning to realize just how dire our circumstances have become and wish to discuss what to do about it. The other is that I’m starved for intelligent conversation.
I understand that all of these boards are honeypots for self-incrimination to the State, but I no longer care. I understand that freedom isn’t free as well as what awaits me if we lose this war for humanity.
But primarily, I seek the truth. I don’t do the research I once did but use the patterns of previous behavior as a reference point to where the information wants to take me. I see research as learning the fundamentals. But something awaits beyond the assimilation of facts. It is this path of the imagination that can lead us out of this quagmire to a better way.
Amidst those who seek the same that I do lies the Valley of the Trolls. I’ve noticed that many of them often cite obscure references as to why they disagree with you, as if they’ve been taught this information at school as a form of rote memorization. I’m learning to determine more quickly these machine-mind bums who not only have nothing to offer the conversation, but are paid to disrupt the flow towards anything that has meaning.
At least those passionate about being on the Left and the Right believe the bullshit, but the trolls only believe what they are paid to believe. They see their victims as impediments to their profits rather than actually offering something of substance.
I once knew someone who would always want to debate the opposite of what I believed to be true. Even then, I knew that he was losing himself and the day would come when he too would only believe what his paymasters wanted no matter what job he held.
I have never met someone who would admit that he or she is a troll in person. This is because they are cowards that don’t have the guts to back their play. They stand for nothing because they don’t even believe their own words.
Personally, I see trolls as little more than modern-day lepers. They hide themselves from the light of day while lashing out at others in the darkness of their self-hatred that comes with the selling of their souls.
Since snitches who seek to stifle free expression of others can never be trusted even by their masters, they will be eliminated by both sides once they are exposed by those in their employ.
Sleep well, you sellout bastards!
I understand that all of these boards are honeypots for self-incrimination to the State, but I no longer care. I understand that freedom isn’t free as well as what awaits me if we lose this war for humanity.
But primarily, I seek the truth. I don’t do the research I once did but use the patterns of previous behavior as a reference point to where the information wants to take me. I see research as learning the fundamentals. But something awaits beyond the assimilation of facts. It is this path of the imagination that can lead us out of this quagmire to a better way.
Amidst those who seek the same that I do lies the Valley of the Trolls. I’ve noticed that many of them often cite obscure references as to why they disagree with you, as if they’ve been taught this information at school as a form of rote memorization. I’m learning to determine more quickly these machine-mind bums who not only have nothing to offer the conversation, but are paid to disrupt the flow towards anything that has meaning.
At least those passionate about being on the Left and the Right believe the bullshit, but the trolls only believe what they are paid to believe. They see their victims as impediments to their profits rather than actually offering something of substance.
I once knew someone who would always want to debate the opposite of what I believed to be true. Even then, I knew that he was losing himself and the day would come when he too would only believe what his paymasters wanted no matter what job he held.
I have never met someone who would admit that he or she is a troll in person. This is because they are cowards that don’t have the guts to back their play. They stand for nothing because they don’t even believe their own words.
Personally, I see trolls as little more than modern-day lepers. They hide themselves from the light of day while lashing out at others in the darkness of their self-hatred that comes with the selling of their souls.
Since snitches who seek to stifle free expression of others can never be trusted even by their masters, they will be eliminated by both sides once they are exposed by those in their employ.
Sleep well, you sellout bastards!
Friday, August 10, 2018
The God of Unconditional Love
Being a middle-aged Steppenwolf by nature and speaking generally, I have no great love for humanity. I’m probably closer to being an adherent of Sartre’s adage, “Hell is other people.”
I don’t go out into the public sector as much as I once did but the times that I do does little to change my outlook. People are becoming more erratic from their driving habits to their impatience in standing in line at the post office. They move as if they have a whip on their backs and have little tolerance for those who are in their way. And as the noose tightens it will continue to get worse.
But just about the time I feel like giving up on them completely, something happens showing me that would be a mistake.
Have you ever noticed that when you first walk into certain grocery stores that they have small doors that carts going in both directions can hardly make it through and afterwards you’re usually guided inside to narrow walkways with displays that further clog up the lines?
As I was already pissed off for being herded in this particular manner, I felt someone behind me. I don’t like this as it is against my nature as well as my conditioning of not trusting others. Making a society into a high-tech prison camp doesn’t exactly bring out the best in people.
I pulled myself and my cart to the side waiting to give my enemy a dirty look when I was met by the gaze of a man with both a kindness and a depth to that kindness in his eyes that I have rarely, if ever, seen before. In that moment, I felt ashamed of myself for my behavior.
The story of Christ being crucified along with the two thieves comes to mind. The only guilt that the thief on the left-hand side of Christ felt was for getting caught. He mocked the spirit that could have saved him even then because it had already been lost unto himself.
But the thief on the right side of Christ felt the depth and breadth of love in the Savior’s eyes and it broke the hardness of his heart. From this came the natural repentance and the healing of the mind from within that followed even though the life of the body was coming to an end.
In this way does the God of unconditional love convict the hearts and minds of his own.
But for the mind-slaves and criminals at heart, they will always need someone to rule them through coercion. They no longer have any guilt for the harm they do to others, including those who think they can get away with it because it’s “legal.”
Personally, I don’t care about your politics, religion, skin color, where you are from, level of intelligence or anything else that the system tells me to love or hate about you.
I care only about which side of the cross you’re on.
I don’t go out into the public sector as much as I once did but the times that I do does little to change my outlook. People are becoming more erratic from their driving habits to their impatience in standing in line at the post office. They move as if they have a whip on their backs and have little tolerance for those who are in their way. And as the noose tightens it will continue to get worse.
But just about the time I feel like giving up on them completely, something happens showing me that would be a mistake.
Have you ever noticed that when you first walk into certain grocery stores that they have small doors that carts going in both directions can hardly make it through and afterwards you’re usually guided inside to narrow walkways with displays that further clog up the lines?
As I was already pissed off for being herded in this particular manner, I felt someone behind me. I don’t like this as it is against my nature as well as my conditioning of not trusting others. Making a society into a high-tech prison camp doesn’t exactly bring out the best in people.
I pulled myself and my cart to the side waiting to give my enemy a dirty look when I was met by the gaze of a man with both a kindness and a depth to that kindness in his eyes that I have rarely, if ever, seen before. In that moment, I felt ashamed of myself for my behavior.
The story of Christ being crucified along with the two thieves comes to mind. The only guilt that the thief on the left-hand side of Christ felt was for getting caught. He mocked the spirit that could have saved him even then because it had already been lost unto himself.
But the thief on the right side of Christ felt the depth and breadth of love in the Savior’s eyes and it broke the hardness of his heart. From this came the natural repentance and the healing of the mind from within that followed even though the life of the body was coming to an end.
In this way does the God of unconditional love convict the hearts and minds of his own.
But for the mind-slaves and criminals at heart, they will always need someone to rule them through coercion. They no longer have any guilt for the harm they do to others, including those who think they can get away with it because it’s “legal.”
Personally, I don’t care about your politics, religion, skin color, where you are from, level of intelligence or anything else that the system tells me to love or hate about you.
I care only about which side of the cross you’re on.
Saturday, August 4, 2018
The Edge of Darkness
Vampires biting their victims turning them into vampires. But for reasons unknown, some of them don’t turn into vampires in spite of it all. To learn why would be a good use of time and effort as a way of combating this epidemic. For now (and probably forever), we can only call it Grace.
Although this particular form of trauma was not inflicted upon me personally, I know of the horrific results to families for generations to come. Even if the behavior is not replicated, the destructive after-effects of just being in its proximity can lead to such things as problems with trust, intimacy, and an unbalanced libido. Religious zealots, drug addicts, prostitutes and the growing number suffering from sexual ambiguity are often lost to these extremes as a result of the vampire’s bite.
So are the power mongers. I assume that most of these types do indeed replicate the behavior. Politicians come to mind. Also, we know that these practices are used upon the children of the elite and the celebrities if they wish to reach a certain level on this hellish inverted pyramid
scheme.
As with ancient Rome, this behavior is a good indicator of a collapsing empire as pedophilia is a form of spiritual suicide, a way of assuring destruction of any moral restraints that keep civilization from degenerating into barbarism. Once a people allow this violation of innocence on a grand scale, what else is left besides death and destruction? The soul has already been destroyed.
Everything seems to be going from bad to worse here in this collapsing empire and it is difficult to know where to put our priorities. But our continued failure to protect our children from these sexual predators will invariably lead us to the next Dark Ages with the pedophiles running the show only until the cannibals can take over.
Although this particular form of trauma was not inflicted upon me personally, I know of the horrific results to families for generations to come. Even if the behavior is not replicated, the destructive after-effects of just being in its proximity can lead to such things as problems with trust, intimacy, and an unbalanced libido. Religious zealots, drug addicts, prostitutes and the growing number suffering from sexual ambiguity are often lost to these extremes as a result of the vampire’s bite.
So are the power mongers. I assume that most of these types do indeed replicate the behavior. Politicians come to mind. Also, we know that these practices are used upon the children of the elite and the celebrities if they wish to reach a certain level on this hellish inverted pyramid
scheme.
As with ancient Rome, this behavior is a good indicator of a collapsing empire as pedophilia is a form of spiritual suicide, a way of assuring destruction of any moral restraints that keep civilization from degenerating into barbarism. Once a people allow this violation of innocence on a grand scale, what else is left besides death and destruction? The soul has already been destroyed.
Everything seems to be going from bad to worse here in this collapsing empire and it is difficult to know where to put our priorities. But our continued failure to protect our children from these sexual predators will invariably lead us to the next Dark Ages with the pedophiles running the show only until the cannibals can take over.
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