Wednesday 30 June 2010

To sea again. To open our eyes.

As you know I was wondering yesterday over at To see you must stop. To stop you must be blinded what kind of society would suddenly realize that the ChiComms are destined to surpass our technological prowess whilst we quite literally incinerate vast piles of cash in a global bush war that can only lead to the destruction of that same society by a massive misallocation of resources?

You know the scenario. Hand over tonnes of cash to mercs and perps, don’t teach your young anything and then flog of the newly refurbed schools to rabid belief merchants for a song. That’s UKplc in a nut shell. Or looked at another way. The most important economic activity in UKplc for the past 500 years is the supplying of fine wines, fresh meat and pleasure gelphs to TPTB, everything else and I mean EVERYTHING else doesn’t count. UKplc that explains the rotten kit supplied to our troopers and their high casualty rates in what is a rat hunt with the rats being supplied better everything, according to their needs, by the guys seated smoking cigars, quaffing fine champagne, biting succulent game from the bone and boning and roasting the gelphs in the Big Room.

Until very recently we were allowed to partake of the crumbs from the banqueting table and even to join in the fun of knowledge. However once the final sacramental voyage was completed in 1972 we have entered a period of decoupling from the Big Room and are to be expelled into the yard with the old retainers and dogs. We’ve been shown the door and are not wanted. Mission complete.

GV echoed my thoughts when she said yesterday “We've done to our football team what we've done to our country, i.e. we've bought in foreign talent because it's easier than training up our own.”. Exactly GV this is a process that has a long, long history. The Venetians couldn’t maintain their fertility rates either physically or philosophically. Another way of looking at this is to say that if you are unfortunate enough to be born British expect to spend most of your life ignorant.

We are nurtured in a deliberate state of ignorance. The “economic” needs of the fiat money machine cannot be fed by its own efforts. For at its basis is a cheat and steal by the lazy. The machine is constantly seeking new pastures to loot and people to burn. The import of human capital at slave wage rates takes priority over educating the new born within the nation. That is why it is abundantly clear where the next shooting match is going to be. Check the immigration stats. The linguists, eves droppers, spies and special ops bods are being born into bi lingual households. It is one of the covert ops carried out by Blair und Braun.

Oh and of course the Floating City got lots of money to launder and legitimize through its IP services providers. Service providers that will have nice big shiny jobs for the bi-linguals on the poop deck of the pirate ship.

In a world view that seeks to lavish more care on constructs than real things the struggle to make sense of what the nonsense sun seekers actually make of their existence is a never ending struggle of the blind leading the blinded.

One of the symptoms of this disease of the human spirit is the constant destruction of people who can actually do real things. Watch the following, which is just this past few weeks in one of my favourite unvisited places.

When the Excavators Came to the Rice Fields

TPTB have been at this in South Korea, Japan, Philippines in fact all through the world at every time and every place. Destroying productive land and making nations sell off their grain stocks so that there is no buffer when the bad times come again. And come they will, it is the nature of nature to wax and wane in a cycle that mankind believes it may have conquered. However look behind the scam and you’ll see that the cycles are manipulated by the markets and a deliberate intelligence will ensure they all coincide in a great conjugate catastrophe for the rest of us.

The great false construct will not stop until the point where no one on the planet knows how to grow a turnip. Watch overhead UKplc, they aren’t just sniffing the airwaves to see if you are plotting to blow up the Big Brother house in a false fags incident. Oh no, they are also watching to see if you are growing FOOD!! Shock, horror, probe.

“Bloke grows spuds in back garden. Authorities arrest ecobalance terrorist in underground tuber terror”

All this great human commotion is not just a natural Darwinian system. This tumult is an exercise in supplied intelligence. The dynamic comes from outwith our main human population. I believe that if it was not an external stimulus then the total fuckwittery that is our way of life would not manifest such thorough criminal activity that we see rolling over the world day after day.

We would take sanctions against the perps.

Who else but the blinded could countenance trade with a slaving gangster state? One massive prison. A gated community so beloved of the Boys in the Big Room. If we awake we’d tell them to go stuff their gear and make do with our own, thus depriving the international criminals an opportunity to enslave us whilst they enrich and steal for their larcenous bloodlines.

So who blinded us then? And how long ago did this event take place?

Well hopefully you’ve wandered through the stuff posted here after Jan 1st when I turned this obscure mind muse into Lalaland, so what I’m about to drop on you shouldn’t come as a surprise.

To try and attempt to answer the first question I pose lets try and see what kind of humanity we were. A long time ago in a forest clearing or steppe far, far away we lived hard and died young. Apparently. Though I believe the evidence suggests that natives of North America and South America lived better and healthier, were bigger and stronger and had greater life spans than the decrepit dregs of what were imprisoned in our stinking industrial cities in 18th and 19th century UKplc. In fact check out any 3rd world slum today and the denizens would be happier and healthier transported back in time 10 000 years to the High Andes I’ll wager.

Though I will admit it wasn’t all sweetness and light. I remember from the Campaigns of Alexander the description of the shore people encountered on the return from the Indus in what is now the coast of Iran leaving me in no doubt that these guys lived right on the edge of subsistence.

We also know that these ancient peoples remembered back a very, very long way. The current native residents of North America can still recite traditional stories of stars falling to Earth with an approximate date and place. Sure enough there are craters in the North American landscape that match the time and place remembered by these holy men.

Any civilization that can put together a long count and work out how long we take to cycle through the galactic plane has access to very ancient knowledge, if they didn’t generate that knowledge themselves.

If we look at the conventional narrative, that should immediately start the alarm bells ringing if you are starting to think properly, we have grunting Neanderthals wandering around in a megalithic primitive Stone Age, then Stone Age, then Bronze Age, then Iron Age and modern society. If you’ve got that then I’ll simply remark that in the short period of modern man more murder has been carried out under various guises and beliefs than in the whole of recorded human history and that the number of souls currently on the planet now exceeds all previous souls incarnate since the dawn of time.


What Do You Believe?

My eye is drawn to the Watchers. The Watchers which Andrew Collins brought to my attention way back before the pups turned up in Trent Park. One of the themes running through our history is the destruction of our memory the cause of which I do not believe is accidental, but Oriental.

The Watchers seem a distinct group of esoteric, classically Arthur C. Clark, knowledge/magik wielders. The role they play seems akin to the legends that infest ancient belief systems about the tall bringers of civilization. Bringers of animal husbandry, crops, metals and urbanization.

Who do these shamans bring the gifts to? Our heroes of course, wandering the savannah, pampas and steppe. The well fed fellows remember them, who confidently set about carving a niche for themselves out in the Wolds. There weren’t many of them of course but that is the way things have been since the bottleneck in human numbers 70 000 years ago.

So someone thought “I’ll tell you what these guys that I espy from a far need. They need a good dose of modernity. Just like we used to do it. Then we’ll set about finding the rest of us. We need to get them ensnared in a belief system that will be mimetically complete and self replicating so that when we are gone they will continue the work”

Now just for a second let us fast forward again to present day and what do we find. We find that all the socialized health care systems have been secretly checking our DNA. That the UN health programmes that swarm all over the planet have been cataloging the DNA. Whose DNA have they been looking for?

The Watchers descendents?

That minority of our population that is the 4% path. The ones that were actually in the vast majority, say 99.9%, when they were taken down. It could be that we the present 96% or so are not the original inhabitants of the old high culture. It could be that back then we were as the Shore people that Alexander spied all those centuries ago and thanks to a disaster the ecological niche was made available for us to become the dominant part of humanity.

So they blinded us.

They blinded us with science and the arts. The time would have been the founding of the first cities and the start of the sacred voyages using trade to bring the world together again.

However I have deliberately left one thing out of this discussion which you might have picked up on.

“Why were the Watchers waiting INCOMING!!!!!!!? Why were they more like the Waiters? How long had the waited?”

Well they were waiting for our Sun and the local fabric of space time to affect our minds to their purpose I believe.

You see in the Electric Universe the human mind and its Sun are one. This is the truth taught in the mystery schools, this is the truth of astrology and tarot, hidden to the blinded.

If the nature of the Sun changes then we may leave our urban traps and take to the oceans of freedom again, we might see clearly for the first time in millennia. For all that obscures our clarity is but a thin enchanted veil held to our selfish faces.

When I was a young boy it was very clear to me that in order to understand the fuckedwitz Muppet herd around me the, unknown to me then, rules of Heisenbergian uncertainty should be observed. This infuriated those around me; they just did not understand what I was about. Now is the realization that a great need to affect the outcome is even more urgent. I knew the lie of the land; it is now time to change it, though I may never know the lie again.

Friday 25 June 2010

Control and Uncontrol

An age of self realised nothing.

Into which we wilful if not artful.

Do you remember the 1980s when we were bombarded by MSM mind sluice about how we were barging into the new economy? The new Hi-Tech economy that would see us all retire at 50? Remember that? It was all over breakfast time thelly .

The new service economy was going to liberate us. Untold leisure awaited the wise investor.

Well it certainly has liberated us. It has liberated us all of our wealth. No one is going to retire. We are split into two groups; the multi-millennial born idle who we all work for.

& We who die in the harness.

Remember this is this. You are not to notice.

We are not the service economy, this is the servant economy.

Amnesia and Cognisance

What is and what was the bargain?

The bargain was; feed the strong to get the benefits of stability.

The bargain is give us food, water and shelter and we’ll ignore the crap.

The bargain is gangster and RICO

The Bevan Boys

H/T Tom Quelch

Opposition to the Social Revolution in Britain
Source: The Communist International, 1921, No. 16-17, pp. 99-100, (1,597 words)
Transcription: Ted Crawford
HTML Markup: Brian Reid
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In Britain the capitalist class and the working-class stand almost with the definiteness of contending armies, openly opposed to each other. The class lines are clearly defined. There is no mistaking who is a capitalist and who is a workman, who is rich and who is poor. The organisation of rich class is almost complete. The capitalists are banded together in their Chambers of Commerce, their masters’ and manufacturers’ associations. The workmen are organised in their powerful trade unions, or, as they are now, industrial Unions; such as the Miners’ Federation of Great Britain, the National Union of Railwaymen, the Iron and Steel Trades’ Confederation, the Amalgamated Society of Engineers and the Transport Workers’ Federation.
While there remain many workers outside the trade-unions, for all vital and effective purposes—as in all vital industries—the organised workers dominate the situation. That is to say, that while the industries of the country could be run without the unorganised workers, they could not be run without the trade unionists.
Outside of these two main classes there is a nebulous mass of professional men, literati, commercial travellers, petit-bourgeoisie, hangers-on of the capitalist system. This mass is reactionary, corrupt, just raised above the proletariat by lying and cheating. It provides recruiting material for White Guard organisations; for middle-class unions, etc.
The British capitalist class is the most astute, the most cunning, the most resourceful and the proudest ruling class in the world. It has been made so by centuries of experience of robbery and pillage and piracy in all parts of the world. It has learnt to “govern” by possessing colonies in every corner of the earth. The past five years of outrage, rapine and murder in Ireland would seem to point to the truth of the maxim “that statesmen never learn.” It knows how to create the atmosphere of liberty, and yet rule and rob with an iron hand. It knows how to manipulate democracy. It knows how to have “freedom of speech” and “freedom of the Press” which is no freedom. It knows how to break up and disperse incipient revolt. It knows how to corrupt leaders of the masses in India, in Egypt, in South Africa and at home. It knows how to purchase Labour leaders with honours, flattery, social position, money. It possesses a wide and profound knowledge of the economic and political forces. It possesses a secret service well and elaborately organised. British commercial and secret agents are perhaps the best equipped and the best supplied of all such creatures, and their number is tremendous. They are to be found everywhere.
Such a ruling class, naturally, knows well the art of protecting itself, both from internal revolt and external attack. Of all political policies, the policy of Britain has been the most Machiavellian, the most perfidious, the most cunning. Is not capitalist Britain known among the nations as “perfidious Albion”? How often has Britain encouraged Continental nations to fly at each others’ throats so that they should remain weak and leave her in a position of dominance? And how often have the working-class revolts at home been either cunningly betrayed and dispersed, or crushed and drenched in blood?
The British capitalist class has at disposal, first: all the “forces of the State.” These forces comprise Parliament, a well-organised bureaucracy, a strong judiciary, a powerful police, and the Army and the Navy. The Army is no longer a conscript army, but a volunteer army, an army that is kept in barracks and apart from the people. The Navy—the pride of the ruling class—is even more isolated from the masses. Only occasionally do the sailors, those fine sons of the working class, get leave to go ashore. Such leave is usually spent, in the ports—like Portsmouth. Chatham, Dover, Liverpool or Glasgow—and is usually a time of morbid excitement quite natural after so much confinement on board the battleships.
Secondly; the British capitalist class has at its disposal a powerful and wonderful Press. The capitalist newspapers of Britain are like no others in the world. They are unique, and their hold over the masses is supreme. Every morning and evening these newspapers circulate in millions amongst the workers, colouring their outlook on life, determining largely their political opinions, fashioning their thoughts, moulding their minds to a servile acceptance of things as they are or as the controllers of these mouthpieces of capitalism desire them to be. “Give me control of Fleet Street”—the centre of the British Press,—“and we will have a revolution in a couple of weeks,” said Robert Williams at a recent meeting in London. Williams was right. If Communists controlled the “Daily Mail”, the “Daily Mirror,” the “Daily News,” the “Daily Sketch,” the “Daily Chronicle” and the rest of the capitalist newspapers for two weeks, there would undoubtedly be a revolution, so great is their influence. The capitalists realise their strength in this connection. That is why in Britain there is only one daily newspaper—the “Daily Herald”—claiming to represent the working-class movement, and why the weekly journals of the workers are so small.
Thirdly, the British capitalist class has its interests defended by numerous religious and semi-religious organisations—from the State Church to the Wesleyan Brotherhood movements. Religion, as such, has very little interest for the masses, but many of these organisations possess thousands of members, and influence them, because they provide a social milieu, gathering places, clubs, gymnasia, games, concerts, etc.
By these various means the capitalist class in Britain holds down the masses.
But Britain also has, in great superfluity, its Mensheviks and social traitors and misleaders of the workers. They are not so well educated as the same breed on the European Continent—there is, for instance, all the difference in the world between Arthur Henderson and Emile Vandervelde. The one is a stodgy narrow-minded, rather puritanical man of mediocre attainments, while the other is a thinker of no mean order. Yet—apart from Ramsay MacDonald and Philip Snowden, who are Mensheviks sans phrase—Arthur Henderson is the leader of the misleaders. He represents the type—for the British Labour leaders are a type peculiar to themselves. In the majority of cases they have no knowledge of Socialist thought, next to no knowledge of the history of the working-class movement, and possess all the insular prejudices and heavy-headedness of the mass of their compatriots. The British Labour leaders usually develop through, first, their trade union branches, then the district councils of their trade unions, and then on to their executive committees. Their progress enables them to develop fluent speech, a genial spirit, usually very superficial, and a degree of cunning.
We have stated elsewhere that the British capitalists’ first line of defence is these Labour leaders.
The strange fact about the Labour leaders is that they do not “lead”. They call themselves leaders. The Right Hon. J.H. Thomas, for instance, and the Right Hon. Arthur Henderson frequently refer to themselves, either openly or by inference, as leaders. But they do not lead. They retard. They check. They hold back. They are used by the capitalist class to prevent any forward movement on the part of the workers.
As soon as there is rumour of discontent, in the factories, mines or mills, or the threat of a strike, these leaders are trotted along to the dissatisfied area, there to use their powers of persuasion, their diplomacy, their cunning, to ensure the smooth running of the industrial machinery.
The Government spent thousands of pounds on Labour leaders during the war, and thousands are still being spent on them. At trade union congresses and important Labour conferences, when the shambles of France and Flanders were soaked with the blood of British workers, when, every day, thousands were sent to their death, it was possible for anyone who knew the working-class movement to pick out the leaders and to tell what Government Committees they were on—paid Government Committees then sprang up like mushrooms—and, if one had inquired deeply enough, one could have told something concerning the amount of money these men were receiving for their support of the brutal war policy of the British capitalist class. These Labour leaders bargain their influence with the masses to the ruling class for social position, honours and money. In this respect they are like the plebs leaders of old Rome who frequently betrayed the plebeians to the patricians. The reputations of these Labour leaders are enhanced by the capitalist Press—which lavishes great praise on their wisdom, their sanity, their sound patriotism. They are feted and dined by the capitalists. When the capitalists consider them safe and reliable instruments, they are made Right Honourables—members of the King’s Privy Counci1—and C.B.E.’s and O.B.E.’s, and generally loaded with social distinctions. The leaders of the British Labour Party—The Right Hon. Arthur Henderson, the Right Hon. J.R. Clynes, the Right Hon. J.H. Thomas and so on—are most honourable men, as is also the secretary of the Trades Union Congress—the Right Hon. C.W. Bowerman.
As a matter of fact, the working-class movement in Britain is enmeshed with the webs woven by men “honoured” and paid by the capitalist class. Mainly recruited from the trade union bureaucracy, much advertised in the newspapers, generally less keen-witted than their masters, they readily play the part of Judas.

Harold Shipman


More gravestones

Witch gravestones.

Any comments?

That is because the next round of cull is going to be so appalling there is no language to describe it.


Tuesday 22 June 2010

The Entropy of Ignorance.

Whatever is written, mouthed, signalled or screened you can be sure that a great osmotic stillness is at work on your life.

If there is a place of knowledge then you can be sure that dark mattered particles of ignorance will work their way through the membrane of your life. Or will be carried in the diplomat's pouch to infect your daily life. Either way the contagion will reveal itself in your poverty and ignorance. Though you will not give it credence.

If in the next few years you find yourself alone it is because you never understood the Wii.

The we is a great contagion space where the affliction meme Romes free and strikes the victim with happiness.

If you’ve ever wished to improve your lot in the allotted space then a great conundrum will immediately stair you down.

What tribute to give?

Easy if you receive tribute. However a tad more ticklish if you do not believe in tribute.

What if you are free and wish only to have intercourse with the free?

What if the free are not free? What if the satraps are constricted? What if the tyrant is unfree?

What if there is no entropy?

Only the Oligarchopomorphic Global Anarchy.

This is where I object.

Just to make this clear and unhidden in clear sight, I am postulating that there is a directed human intelligence that intends to cover its quiet objective in as much violence as possible.

It will throw sand in your eyes at every and any opportunity.

There are too many false flagged to count now. However that is not a problem. There is only one eventuality for the parasite no matter how adjusted and normalised.


Eventually we stare it down,

However we take the hits as always.

Remember your flag, it will count soon, it flags your certainty in the anarchy.

Get your nostrils flaring. The smell of the turncoat is ubiquitous and unmistakable.

It wears the smile of dead people.

Wednesday 16 June 2010

Aardvark and Sage.

One Ball Radio has shut down.

However I knew the main man would take a shot quite soon. I did so hope he’d goal for it at his new place.

Sure enough I wander over to his (re)new(ed) site and the first blast is at the main event.

“I have said many times that the masses are controlled by the ‘symbolism’ and the ‘geometry’ that they subconsciously 'take in'. I have said many times that our physical reality is created by our thoughts. I have said in my books and articles that we also carry out spiritually binding vows through prayer and hymns (even those that open football tournaments). I have also said previously that stadiums and other locations used for global events are linked together. I have always said that the enslavement of the human race is created through the worship of the SUN and the symbolism behind its creation. (I also give explanations as to why worshipping the sun is so important) I have stated many times that multi- dimensional entities and their agents on Earth (the Serpent Cult) control the human race by manipulation of the collective consciousness and by using ritualistic trickery.”

Now you know me, too much aardvark and I will ask for some more zebra. Too much kafir lime and I want the sage. Contrary. Well Matthew gives us the full spectrum of succulent morsels and twanging seasonings and from his menu you can place the number on the others chefs and cooks at the alter/altar.

In you go, see you on the other side of the recipe.


Pyramid sense & nonsense.

Here’s Andrew Collins having a bit of a yak. Very interesting stuff too, from one of my faves.

Two points though.

He links the Emerald Tablets and Hall of Records. Andrew may the gods bless you but no. The Tablets are control devices; they are technology for use by males and have nothing to do with the HoR.

That great obfuscator, bullshitter, autoerotic manhandler & gate keeper Dr What’s Your Real Handle Hawass sticks his oar in as always. He’s nothing but one of the control devices to keep us away and off scent. I’ll bet I know where his bread is buttered all right. And the mention of Cayce just adds to the bollox. Come on Andrew you are better than that. No one predicts, who has been exposed to the Affliction, they simply predictively programme us. Alan Watt can tell us all about that.

Enjoyable and good info all round and I’ll be parking a copy of his latest on the bookshelves here in the Catacombs.

Thursday 10 June 2010

Eclectic Universe

Ever gazed into the eyes of a dead thing? Ever gazed into the eyes of a wolf? Then you know what I mean, no words need be spoken. Ever wondered why you see? Ever wondered why you would need to see? What do you see and why?

Repeatable experimentation is the basis of our modern world view. Essentially the mantra is “If I’m to give credence to what you are saying, write it down, show me the method, if I can repeat it independently, then you’ll get my attention.” That way all the jiggery pokery and fakiry can be sorted from the wheat. Over generations the scientific method was refined and the great wonders of science were revealed and engineered for our betterment.

This process gave us mighty works from the likes of Newton, Curie, Dirac and the award winning big brains over the centuries steeped in the Madrassas.

What happens though if that is all wrong, what happens if under certain circumstances what you see is what you effect?

Let me give this a bit of torque steer.

The number of universal constants being “discovered” has kind of petered off. Newton’s got one; Planck’s got one etc. Arrived at all through the repeatable experimentation process. What if these are local constants? What happens if they are constants for a limited period of time and that limited period of time just happens to encapsulate all of our known history? Well what we are allowed to know about our known history.

I read a little while back something along the lines of the fact that the Vatican get the inside track on all astronomical observations, not just its own looking glasses.

I thought, “Interesting, must park that away in then grey matter somewhere tidily for later use.”

There are a lot of other things beside terrestrial telescopes staring at the sky. Is it all routed through the Ex Nazi’s desk top before we get a squeak?

How’s about this one IRAS or this Chandra, maybe this WISE?

Whatever; that’s a lot of observing going on by quiet people who keep things quiet.

Fans of the Electric Universe will now be getting the drift here. Scientific observation is dependent on the tools at our disposal. What if our tools aren’t big enough, sensitive enough or ingenious enough for us to spot that the current model of our Solar System and indeed Universe, is wrong. Or at least needs a major overhaul.

What if the constants change as our local part of the universe, our spiral arm moves or our spiral arm changes our solar system’s basic physics as we move through the area near the spiral arm itself.

Within the past week a big hit was observed on Jupiter. That’s our other star, our goal keeper.

That was a perturbation.

Something might be diddling with the Solar System.

Voyager is already helping to change the model we had. So what if something has popped through the Heliopause?

If you are thinking Electric then that means charges exchange and a current/plasma in our reality. If you’ve got your head around scalar and torsion physics described at Tom Bearden’s place then you’ll expect the Sun to manifest changes even before the agent arrives. Changes transmitted through the underlying fabric of 4D at supra light speed, almost instantly.

This will have you soiling your underwear. Forget the Gulf spill. What Gulf?

Just saying that’s all. Our ancestors saw it and recorded it on cave walls and stone carvings.

There is no global warming, there is no AGW, there is no Earth pole shift symbiotic with the Sun flipping its polarity. What’s happening is that we’ve been given a new instrument to check out a more accurate natural philosophy right here on our door step.

The constants may be changing. We might not survive though.

Just saying that’s all.

If that is so then the Affliction’s science is going to break down. Universal constants and the Laws of Physics are a manifestation of Admiralty. They box us and keep us trapped. Just where we are wanted.

How big the change? Who knows but it should be amazing. We might even get to use the redundant 90% of our DNA and unleash our minds. We might really make observational and repeatable scientific method redundant.

If it happens that is?

Just saying.

Tuesday 8 June 2010


Older than time.

The new is the old id.



Monday 7 June 2010


All ships chronometers are reset.

In the great aggregations of the reality we amount to nothing. In the vast constructs within which we live our lives each one of us is as never. Yet within the framework we work so assiduously to fancy and hang our souls there lives a light and we feed its non existence. Every day, every way and we do it willingly. It lives despite us and seeks to favour and flavour our indifference.

If I’ve tried to do anything since I wondered out to alter the state of things then I hope I’ve got you trying to see the World as “they” do. Now don’t misunderstand the “they”. This is not TPTB or Rock/Roth or Bilderbergers. As I’ve repeated many times “If you can put a handle to it then it is just stage scenery”.

I give as an example Richard Holbrooke. I’ve given you a heads up on what this genocidal maniac is really up to as UN nosferatu. What is his real handle? He attended the Bilderberg love in this weekend. Why was he there? Did he savour the delights of the Corby trouser press in his massively appointed State room? You know the Corby trouser press? Two serfs are waterboarded in close proximity over a sustained period for the pleasure of the elite’s sartorial elegance. Did he prance around his room and then compare creases with the other degenerates at dinner. Did he nudge Queen B and ask her to feel the sharpness of his red hot trouserings?


He’s there to fuck about and check the pedigree of the next bunch of pig swilling “leaders” that will be invited soon to continue the pony show. No doubt great catalogues of DNA profiles stolen from the socialised medical systems and insurance scams from all over the world would have been scrutinized so that the ideal mounting of pleasurable organs can be arranged.

Bastards or not.

No the “they” can never be known; to know them is not to love them. To see them is to be blinded. To hear them is to be amnesiac. The “they” are only detected by revelation at a distance.

So this heaves into view. It isn’t Capability Brown but it is a marker. RIBA

So let’s get a movin’ who else do we know?

Rev Sun Myung Moon


Ever wondered why it takes so long to do anything? Go on then check the IP . The date you are looking for is Nov 2003. Synthetic rubber and petroleum my arse.

In order to get your head round this approach you must realise that one second of “they” time is one hundred years here. Just like London Underground and Transport not for London.

Consuming great chunks of time at an instant will bring you to the inescapable conclusion that there is a continuum of action. Though by no means intelligent, it does seem to be intent on surviving at our leisure. How to tell? There is the Turing test, but that fails every item of political discourse. There are the laws of robotics and there are the four principles of artificial life. The last one requires a means of passing on information to the next generation.

However what if the “they” is immortal?

Sunday 6 June 2010


Once, very kindly, hinted I may be misanthropic.


I am simply a very keen student of misanthropy in all its forms.

I’m watching.

I know it is going to get shittier….

.. but they can all go fuck themselves.

Seriously I think the control of the mob is breaking down and that means the Affliction is


And again.


The Rothschild Corporate Enmity is nothing but a land Pirate Ship

Go on search what I think about pirate ships.


When was the last time a cut throat delivered a child unless it was Hollywood? When was the last time a panda bear cub wiped your disabled child’s arse unless on Hollywood.


Saturday 5 June 2010

Las rain to Clarkston

This is what we do. We are not born out of time.

Some times it is hard to realise this simple fact. We never were.

We navigate. In nothing.

We navigate in sunshine and shadow. Light bearing.

We do not stand still. Though others do not.

We have choice. We have no habit. They have habit and are not born.

We do not look back. Only an Angel might.

Habit is set in stone. For now.

We were created in the now with free will. No free will will separate the Gold.

We are mutable and error. Unmistakable in our joy.

Our love is very, very difficult. Our mark.

That is what we do. Not unknown.

Welcome all. As they welcome us.


Now that is settled. Can anyone tell me who has sold all the Admiralty maps to the ChiComms?

Go on then. Who owns the Corporations then?

Go on, gowan, gowan, gowan, GOWANN!!!!!!

Tuesday 1 June 2010

Be careful of what you hate for & never wish upon a failing Star.

If we stand back and put on our millennial trifocals we spy a terrible pitfall awaiting the glass house dwellers and the unwary of foot.

I mentioned a little while back it is striking that there has been a very recent upsurge in the amount of negative reportage released into the MSM and nonMSM about the Rothschild Corporate Entity. The new base of operations centred on Tel Aviv which has been instrumental in the removing of industrial capability & scientific knowledge from the West and the transfer of wealth from ordinary Westerners into the hands of the fraternal Book followers of the dunes.

This recent upsurge in negative coverage has marched hand in hand with a very serious raising in intensity of the outrages actually perpetrated by the Corporate Entity’s enforcers upon the weak and unarmed of the world.

Why has this twinned process occurred now?

If you think that this is a non trivial question then you are awake to a long prepared automated trap.

Where to start? Which dogs did not bark? Of the dogs that bark, which are ducks?

Well a bunch of backward bog dwelling Nazi’s, trained by the COMINTERN in terrorist techniques, resistance fighters to you and me (and have you ever checked out the Pripyet Marshes? Harsh, I don’t think I’m being hyperbolic). These clowns, unwanted in the US of A, simply got on with doing what they were up to in the Pale but with a bit more sunshine and dynamite. Commie fuckedwitz.

Zionist, Kazars, Terrorists? All the names distract from the actuality. TPTB told Roth to build them a base of off operations in newly freed up Ottoman land to further an agenda that has been working through for the past 1500 years or so.

What is the agenda?


Where are the dead?

The danger is not realising that there is a memetic dynamic at work which we are part of. I’m not saying that there is not a certain enjoyment to be had by those perpetrating these crimes in carrying out their assigned roles. Go on, go ask Soros how much money he swiped from his branch of the Trinity before sending them off to the camps, go on. No. The reality is that the Corporate Entity is simply carrying out its natural programming, just as security might in any of the foreboding and ghastly unwelcoming fortresses in the magic squares of any of the world’s great fiat money cities. They are indeed chosen to carry out their assigned role of intergenerational security and for that a genetic and memetic quarantine is required.

We, if we are not very careful, will lend further weight to the increasingly manic automatic degeneracy that will accompany any fierce focus on the perpetrators. They are being used as a great hate feeding dipole into the Noosphere. That is their assigned role, always was always will be, in the spiritual realm. They draw hate energy from the other two parts of the Trinity and despite our degradation; we in the Christian third will supply the fullest amount of that hate. That is our inescapable function if we are not awake to the trap.

Deafened in The Cacoffinic Void

Which dogs did not bark? The dogs that are owned and seek to clothe their studied objectivity with an alternate focus. Agreed that I would not expect the Online Journal of Axle Greasers to comment on the activities of Long John Silver hijacking and killing on the high seas. However the polito blogs out here that do not hear are revealed as nothing more than subsumed satrapies. Sterling in their Ernest debate on so many other subjects that they would bury their gaze in.

And the ducks? Watch the carefully crafted surgings and emetic styling of the ducks for they will lead and drive you to the allotted outcome and date with fate. Pulsing the waves of hate with these continuous probings and thrustings into our spiritual peace. A process designed to make us uncaring for ourselves and others. We, every one of us have been deliberately atomised with a view to conquest corporally and annihilation spiritually. However that means we are sovereign. What we believe is the truth now. Realisation of that simple fact will lead to a massive body count as the dependents die off. Truly the work of evil minds and as always a precursor to the cursed death of millions. Seemingly balanced in outlook, or rabid in their bent, the ducks all outpour into a sewer that they are blind to. Once in the debate you seal your fate.

There is an unrealised though deeply felt motive in the deadly ballet being squared around our circle of friends. The fact that so much time and effort is spent on the actions and statements of these pathetic immature actors in the gargantuan stage of their tiny minds tells us that we are falling into the trap.

Spiritual Onanism.

Without prompting, more than once, those never afflicted have exclaimed to me that the societal residue, within which they find themselves, far from home, is nothing but a selfish lament. The thoughtful non afflicted see clearly the selfish centred nothingness that is the vacant core of all the Trinity. Whether it be Kazari Magik, Roman Spellings or Meccan Wiccan. They are all utterly selfish and reveal themselves by their actions and thoughts to be nothing. A devilishly cunning nothing, but still void. So it has seemed to me since I was a child and the comfort of strangers has confirmed my deepest musings.

If a very steady gaze is focussed on all three of these psychopathys a very clear non Heisenbergian opinion can be formed about their base nature. They are purely temporal. They are all a guide to survival on Earth and have not the slightest aspect of the spiritual about their essence, no matter how loudly they protest otherwise or cloak their foul stench in the sweetest incense sandalwood boxed. They are truly devil’s spawn and their birthings in the second part of the first millennium AD is no coincidence. Something brought them back into play to counter their opposition and destroy the spiritual dimension of humanity.

That is correct you read that faithfully. They are all the same. They are co-conspirators in human misery. They are in it together. Hate any one and you unwittingly hate the other two and this is the sweetest part, which means that if you belong to either part of the affliction you will spend all your energies on nothing. Clever. Maniacal and oh so typical of the set up.

So what is the plan?

The agenda is ongoing since the Trinity started their work on killing off Byzantium. It has never stopped and the clearest manifestation of that in modern times is the fate of Russia. Again look closely and you can see the clearly revealed objective of killing off as many non adherents to the affliction as possible. In fact taking a good long stare at the vehicle designed to do the killing and it is clear that what really stuck in the craws of TPTB was a clear threat to their whole enterprise being revealed as Earth worship by a religion that truly was spiritual and unworldly. Petty jealousy and insecurity all rolled up into a genocidal godless killing machine run by atheists. Hahahahahahahaaaa. Atheists, fuckwitz. Atheists, they are the ones sitting in the corner sucking their thumbs and gurgling down their bibs, crying out for their mommy because reality is just too difficult for them.

This has not stopped.

All the fucking around in every part of the globe is a deliberate ploy to ramp up the tension, fear and uncertainty. As Icke would say it is stirring up the primitive centres of the brain. Oh yes TPTB know how to pull our strings all right, they’ve been at it for millennia. All the primitive emotions, all the visceral reflexes, all the dark psychology arrayed against us to ensure that the agenda continues. An MSM fully primed to pump doom and gloom 24/7, hate and mind meld, obfuscation and confusion, leaderless leadership and falsity.

The affliction hates peace.

Look away.

Wherever this is touched off, be it NE Asia, SW Asia or Asia Minor and Babylon the whole point is to rub out the guys who can actually point the finger at any member of Trinity snuff film society and laugh. A good hearty laugh that says “I know you lot are full of shit.”

God they hate that, being laughed at. It offends their godless god, the Red Man.

We will contribute to this endgame if we do not stop and look carefully at the actors and their assigned roles. We cannot throw rocks in this glass house because that is what we are supposed to do. That is why the proddings and the set ups.

Heads up.


.....keeping it together despite the foundation bitchboy.

Hancock trys to keep it real.


Wonderful to behold the work of their monied agents.

If you've paid attention to the mindburp here you'd know how the "miracles" might have come to pass.