I was wandering, as is my want, Saturday morning mulling
stuff that you only get a whiff of here, walking the dog and as per usual got
to chatting with a random fellow stroller. This dog walker was, stone the
crows, fully up to date with the “Everything is bullshit” model of true reality
and sure enough we got down to subjects like the Library of Alexandria false
flag/21st century EMP equivalency, Aaron Swartz (I Hacking- The
Suicide Weapon- JStor 2008), Assange/Snowdon and Earth’s geological ages.
Anyway unreality broke through after a good old yakk, he was off to watch Spurs
v Arsenal pronto, and we parted before I could get into quizzing him about gold
and related items, what with him being an ex-City lad.
We, moiavecmeinhund, trundled back homeward and as every
piss point was being dutifully sniffed, my reverie resumed. I had hoped to
broach the fake securities publishing business, a couple of years back I bumped
all accidental into someone familiar with the 57s, with my new acquaintance.
Perhaps next time. What is quite clear is that the background noise level of
what we all know is rising inexorably judging by the random conversations I have
with persons actually making a way in this world without government crime
support, sponging handouts and welfare typified by Goldmansucks, RBS, SMOOGLE
people smugglers, ARSEBOOK and PERPitter spylocks; in fact any "modern" business you
care to name. Everyone seems to know its all a load of horse shit. Now that
means as sure as night follows day that I am not the only one into Lepharmacievitesseélevée.
Anyway on the way past the Hospice I was musing upon a dearth
sky, no snow, and the idea that, similar to what the monkey’s from Grenada
found when turning up all “unexpected” again, got told by the natives, “What?
That shit? Nah mate wasn’t us. All that was ancient long before we tooled up.”,
I expect that the first Celts in my part of Naarf Laandahn Taahn got the same schpiel
when they heaved onto the area of the henges after crossing, the land where currently
oil rigs are no longer drilling and gone now redundant, from the East. I mean
how long do you need to be somewhere to get to know the Earth precessional cycle
and ideas about dark light?
I mean how many modern trauma attrocities can you count on
the fingers of one hand before you get to 9/11? Let me see. Taiping Rebellion,
Spanish Flu, Holodomor, Hiro/Nag…er 9/11. Just made it.
If we look at things as they really are, not as we are
taught to, then commercial migration is a survival strategy practiced by
unexpended rounds of ammunition. All the great benefits of advbalanced uncivilisation,
as flogged to death in the late 20th century, involved rice, pizza,
ice cream, kebabs, ciabatta and the other means of holding societies hostage
eventually in the dry goods area. Trans.=Kapo Engineered Famine once the lines
of credit are burned out by Rothbosses.
The next day up the Heath and we all got down to the 2017 library
suppository Trump Plaza shootings, for that is the only way to explain why the
dodgy photos of Trump kick starting a ladyboy to death have not surfaced in the
altPRAVDABBCSewers. So after chuckling that the Irish cannot seem to get rid
off their glorious leader after their general election, despite being told by a
TM to “Phekk the Phekkoff” in the Dáil, shades of commiephukkwittzNokiachuckingmentalist
Broon there, we snikkered at the prospect of doing a faceoff on Boris and
Donald. Would anyone notice?
So if we assume that no instructions, antiDnoticeshitspreaderlicences,
to the MSMbitchboybitches have been made known to splash full page technocolor
3D VD spreads of a naked BorDon arspearing a pull start hookerboy or kick start
transsexualady to death in a Palambang CIASIS safehouse, then we need to look
at the VP and the coterie around the crown for the bit players in the next
instalment of totalmentalness western democrazee stylee. Once DonBor is safely
ensconced in the Whitehouse Panicspacumisolationtank then at some point a full
spectrum of
TexMexApacheBDSMFembotCommieLBTGISISPKebabKMafiaCultrueClubPTSDdislexiGREENwhaleviolater
offworldhitmenofcolourassassinstransgenderwombfeeders, flown, tunnelled, bused
and diversityswancharioted in from all over the world, with full alt/MSMersatzarseblast
cover stories and paidfauxconspircrackpots ready to roll, would blow his Barnet
off in a freak man made global warming/universal cooling negentropic sunspot
storm/calm in full view of the pixellated pissed in the eye by NKHDTV
publicmerkins.
Then and only then, Johnson/Haig/Bushstylee would the Veep
annex British Columbia and nuke Vancouver to save the Himalayanpenguins.
Simples.
Anyway as we giggled our way to oxygen starvation at the
thought of Palin hitting her big red G spot to launch the Red Orchestra glare from
her silos, I couldn’t help wondering about what the ancients knew about quantum
optics.
One does not look up at the sky when doing serious long term
stargazing, and in choosing not to do so one reveals a mastery of earth geology,
mathematics and nonlinear physics.
