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Seeds Of Deception

Thursday, September 15th, 2011

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© September 11, 2011

Today is the 10th Anniversary of the event that escalated the course of our government’s outward expression of disrespect of the civil liberties of the citizens it supposedly represents and the first bold cutting of the Constitution into paper dolls. Rather than go through point by point the inconsistencies in the government’s conspiracy fable on what occurred on that day, I am going to present a few ideas that may suggest that, like in the movie Inception, ideas that you think are your own have been carefully planted into your head. But unlike Inception, these ideas were planted while you were conscious, or as conscious as one of the human flock of farm animals can be.

I walked around today wearing my 9/11 WAS AN INSIDE JOB T-shirt that I got from www.infowars.com, the home of the fat fear-mongering exaggerator Alex Jones. While I find some of his exaggerations to be downright lies, I do credit Alex’s documentary 9/11 The Road To Tyranny with pointing me further down the rabbit hole into which I had already dove headfirst.

Alex Jones. For once his hands are empty and not containing a megaphone or a hoagie.
Alex Jones. For once his hands are empty and not containing a megaphone or a hoagie.

One main objection to people thinking that 9/11 could be an inside job comes in the form of a question asked in a doubtful tone:

“So you think our government would kill 3000 of its own people?”

My answer to this query is an unequivocal, “Yes.” But their objection comes less from history and logic and more from their personal ethical and emotional system not being in alignment with the idea of killing for personal gain.

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http://rebelyogi.com/seeds-of-deception

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Osama Bin Lied To

Monday, May 2nd, 2011

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Unless you’ve been hiding in a Saddam Hussein bunker, you have seen the mainstream news that: “WE GOT HIM!”—United States Special Forces have killed Osama Bin Laden. If you read conspiracy websites, some supposed high level sources from inside the Bush administration have said that Bin Laden died years ago and was Osama Bin Kept Alive by our government to act as a boogey man to pull out of the hat whenever approval ratings slumped.1 I have looked at both sources for years and I don’t know what to believe anymore. The only thing that I don’t believe—but know—is that the government has been lying to us for a long time about Osama Bin Laden, that the media is their mode of distributing their propaganda and they’ve finally decided to Bin Lay Him To Rest.

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http://rebelyogi.com/osama-bin-lied-to

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Plugging Back Into The Matrix

Tuesday, November 9th, 2010

© November 9, 2010

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[After a hail of gunfire doesn't stop V]

Creedy: Die! Die! Why won’t you die?… Why won’t you die?

V: Beneath this mask there is more than flesh. Beneath this mask there is an idea, Mr. Creedy, and ideas are bulletproof.

—From “V for Vendetta”

I was a little down last Tuesday.  I got a call from Chase and found out that the IRS had put a lien on my bank account. I went down to the bank where my friend Quiche works and asked what exactly this meant. She explained that it meant that they had sucked the $108 that was in my account and that anything else deposited in there would be swallowed up like Eric Cartman does a bucket of KFC. Still, I could appreciate the Universe choosing 108 as the amount, which is supposedly a very spiritual number, to have a cosmic joke at my expense. Bitch.

I considered calling up the IRS and talking to one of their lackeys and telling him or her, “I want you to realize that that $108 means the difference of me feeding myself and my dog—or not. Malcolm X said, ‘If you are not part of the solution, you are part of the problem.’ YOU, working for the Federal Mafia, are part of the problem. I want you to go home tonight and tell your husband (or wife) that ‘Today I was responsible for a man and his dog not eating.’ And as you eat your home-cooked meal think of us not eating and go to sleep proud of yourself.”

“But again, truth be told, if you’re looking for the guilty you need only look into a mirror.”

—V from “V for Vendetta”

As a de-mystic, I don’t just leave with my feelings and reactions and call it a day. I saw that while I know that happiness cannot depend on circumstance, I was having a hard time not falling below the standards of my normal bitter self because of this whole mess. But while no question was necessarily deeper than a reflection on Self, on a human practical level, I thought came to mind that I had believed my brain was no longer hospitable for: plugging back into The Matrix.

“You know, I know this steak doesn’t exist. I know that when I put it in my mouth, The Matrix is telling my brain that it is juicy and delicious. After nine years, you know what I realize? [Puts piece of steak in mouth and chews] Ignorance is bliss.”

—Cypher to Agent Smith from “The Matrix”

After doing about three years of research on the Income Tax, it became clear to me that it was being misapplied to control the American citizen [See The Income Tax Fraud at http://rebelyogi.com/the-income-tax-fraud] and I didn’t want to be a part of this. This resulted in me losing a job I had—and liked—for about ten years at a health club and two yoga teaching gigs (although one was lost in part was because the faggy Fitness Coordinator, Blane, felt threatened by me because when he pointed at me with his best limp-wristed intimidation, I just laughed.)

What I was also to discover is that everyone is brainwashed into this system and all they know is, “You have to fill out this paperwork” because they just do what they are either told or have always done and the government doesn’t educate anyone in any other way besides How To Be A Slave 101. In straight talk, this meant that no one would hire me.

So for the last six years or so, I have worked exclusively privately with individual clients who didn’t see the need for any paperwork besides passing me some green paper for my services. But this has slowly dried up to the point where I am looking like a nun’s vagina, minus the Pope’s gold pinky ring inside of me. And now I am finding myself unable to pay my bills and feel a bit like a douche for being old enough that I remember watching “Lost In Space” and still unable to clean my own ass without a bidet.

It is when things get really tough that you see the true meddle of a person. I was face to face with my “meddle” and it was starting to feel like tin instead of the gold that I had believed it to be. I considered plugging bag into The Matrix, coming back from my great escape from the plantation to join the other slaves in cotton picking. At least then I could say, “Wait a cotton pickin’ minute!” and we could all laugh in between whips from Mass’er.

“I don’t want to remember nothing. Nothing. Do you understand? And I want to be rich. Someone important…like an actor.”

—Cypher to Agent Smith from “The Matrix”

I put in a call and an email to two different leaders in the Freedom Movement that I had worked with and told them of my frustration. I told one head of an organization that, to borrow from the Republican’s stupid argument about the need to stay in Iraq, that if after six years of sacrificing comforts and jobs and trying to just survive I were to join back up, it would seem like I was a sell-out and all my struggle was for nothing. He told me that there was no shame in doing what one had to do in order to survive and that by using a Social Security Number, a contract that only one party ever signed, and filling out paperwork like a W-4 form, you are not saying that you are a slave and subject to their whimsical whippings. While this might have made many feel better, to have someone give you a justification for cashing out your principles, it just made me feel sick. The other guy told me that the SSN and paperwork did make you a slave but wouldn’t go into greater detail, as he won’t even hold the door for you without expecting payment. Freedom douche.

The next day I felt a little better. I realized that even with the IRS breathing down the neck of a guy who barely pays his bills because they felt I had too many deductions for which the receipts have long been thrown away, while they leave big corporate crooks to knowingly steal untouched, the sun was still rising and setting and I was still in possession of one of the largest penises the world has ever seen. And this was worth something. The sun rising and falling kept life going on this planet; the enormous cock kept my overseas pornography videos still selling.

I conversed with Osho and said, “You talk about being in the Present and forgetting the future, but how is that even possible when one has bills to pay? It’s nice to just say, ‘There is no future’ but when it comes the end of the month and you don’t have your rent money, a hell of a lot of good that philosophy is going to do you!”

He answered me as he always does, not giving my youthful ranting a scolding for its horse-blinded ignorance, but always with love in the form of Truth and support on my journey. “It is not philosophy that there is no future but a Truth. But while one is living in society, of course one needs to prepare for this so-called future. But, and this is important, while bills and clothing and actions need to be prepared for—for these are real physical needs—all the worries and the panic are not real needs but fears created in the mind. And, as I have heard you say many times, these fears serve no purpose in facilitating the needed action and should be dropped.”

On November 5th, I saw for about the 6th time V for Vendetta and was re-inspired that the fight for a principle is still something of worth. At the end of the movie, there is a crowd of thousands of citizens who have had had enough of being bullied by their government and, through the inspiration of the protagonist V, had finally come together in action—storming ever forward and washing over a gaggle of armed military without any weapons other than the strength of their convictions. I thought how I am fighting not just for myself but for others and the cowards of today would never join a march that would so much as risk them stubbing their toe, let alone losing all the trinkets they hold near and dear. So what was even the point?

People should not be afraid of their governments. Governments should be afraid of their people.”

—V from “V for Vendetta”

I know one girl who was schooled in accounting and I have talked to countless others who have basically said, “Yeah, I know the Income Tax is a fraud but it would be too much for me to opt out of participating in it.” How is anything of value ever accomplished without risking it all?

Yesterday I saw the movie Made in Dagenham through a screening series I paid for when affording my next meal wasn’t as pressing an issue.  I read that it was about a Ford car plant in England where the women workers fought for equal pay and immediately thought it was going to be the gayest flick ever. I mean, I’m all for equal rights—just as long as women keep their mouths shut and their legs open and get paid half of what a man gets paid. But the movie was surprisingly good.

The women, who sewed pieces of fabric together for the vinyl interiors of the cars, went on strike to demand equal pay. After awhile this resulted in the men at the factory being sent home, as they ran out of new seats to put into the cars. There was one scene where the repossessors came and took the main woman leader’s refrigerator from her home. In another scene, a guy at the factory that was not working while the strike was on told her, “You don’t have to work. I do. If I don’t work there is no food on the table!” and he stormed off.

Someone like my father would be philosophically right alongside that angry man. He would say, “One has to take responsibility for oneself and you have to do whatever it takes to pay the bills and support your family.” But what exactly are you feeding, besides a few mouths? You’re feeding a belief system that is based on fear and weakness to the ones you claim to love. You’re feeding their bodies and letting their souls starve. You’re teaching your kids that principles only hold up when things are easy but when they get hard—“Sometimes you have to sacrifice your principles for the greater good.” But when is a fight ever easy?

Made in Dagenham ended with the women winning their fight and everyone happy. This wasn’t just the movie magic of Hollywood but was based on the actual history of what happened. But what most don’t seem to get is that life is not a two-hour movie and that often in the midst of a fight for your principles, you are never sure if the movie will end with you getting the pay raise or out on the streets sucking dick for beer money.

And what adds to the misery is that I feel like I am completely alone. I can’t share this with anyone in my family, who have heard my views on the Income Tax and 9/11 and are one step away from committing me to a mental asylum. Every friend and stranger I know, or don’t, is in the system and can’t understand that without their “voluntary compliance” the Nazi war machine would grind to a halt. And the few people who are out of the system are like Rambo freaks who can survive for years eating nothing but rabbit turd in the woods while I’d be complaining within three days that, “Unless we get some ketchup or something, I can’t eat anything else that comes from an animal’s ass!”

Yesterday I started looking on craigslist for jobs. I even considered jobs that were mindless and labor intensive as long as it was a pay for hire and not a pay for liar, meaning they would pay me straight up and not go through a lying, cheating system of withholding and illegally applied taxation.

This struggle has impacted my employability; I’ve been fired from three jobs and can’t be hired by any others. It’s affected the quality and quantity of food I eat; I rarely if ever go out to eat, unless someone else is paying, and I no longer eat the quality or quantity that I once enjoyed. It has affected my social life; I don’t go out with friends that much anymore because “dinner and drinks” can run $30 that I can’t afford to piss away and I can’t take a girl out for any evening that is remotely fancy and by the third time most get bored of going to the car wash, long before they’ve given up the pussy. And for what? Principles? Convictions? You can’t eat principles and you can’t fuck convictions.

I guess the real test is testing my all-out trust in the Unknown and that I will be provided for. It is the cowards who play their lives safe in order not to risk losing the breadcrumbs they have accumulated. It is the pussies that pull prematurely from their struggle because “the going got tough.” It is the spiritual traipsers and not the spiritual journeyers who only follow the road that is known.

“One leaves everything that one is acquainted with, is comfortable with, and moves into the unknown, not even perfectly certain whether there is anything on the other shore, or even whether there is the other shore.”

—Osho, Your Answers Questioned (p. 174)

I like to believe myself better than this common cowardice, this pathetic pussy-ness, this tired traipsing. Perhaps I am not. But for now, my breaking point has not been met and I won’t let it be met by an organization that sickens me in how they function to destroy people’s lives. Every real battle, while there may be others alongside you, is really fought alone. For the only real battle is to discover Who You Really Are. And sometimes the biggest douchebags are actually your greatest allies in this discovery.

It seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years I had roses and apologized to no one. I shall die here. Every inch of me shall perish. Every inch, but one. An inch. It is small and it is fragile and it is the only thing in the world worth having. We must never lose it or give it away. We must NEVER let them take it from us. I hope that whoever you are, you escape this place. I hope that the world turns, and that things get better. But what I hope most of all is that you understand what I mean when I tell you that, even though I do not know you, and even though I may never meet you, laugh with you, cry with you, or kiss you, I love you. With all my heart, I love you. Valerie.

—Valerie from “V for Vendetta”

Letter To The IRS

Wednesday, April 14th, 2010

IRS

December 4, 2009

55 5th Avenue

Apartment 55

New York, New York  5555555.

Dear Manipulative Insecure Slave:

I have received correspondence from the Internal Revenue Service and have answered every response. But, knowing what a scumbag organization it is, to protect myself from fraudulent lies, I would make sure to send every piece of correspondence Certified Mail with a signature required. So, gee, when I received your letter saying that you have not received a response back to your letters, you can imagine how that just reinforced my image of you as being lying sacks of crap.

I don’t owe your organization anything but maybe a punch in the nose for being so moronic. Before you halfwits run off to your legal department and see if my last statement can be construed as a threat against a Federal officer, it was metaphoric. If you’re not clear on what a “metaphor” is, please refer to Webster’s Dictionary For Idiots.

I have sent correspondence on many occasions that said that if I didn’t hear back from you within 10 days that I would consider the matter closed. And I didn’t hear back from you. As you know, being this is one of your own tricks, this is a legally binding contract. I had then written that each frivolous (I know you like to use that word to avoid answering legitimate questions from anyone regarding the legality of the Income Tax) letter you sent me would cost you my consulting fee for wasting my time and that each subsequent offense would add interest to any unpaid balance that you owed me. At this point you owe me over $3000 and, truthfully, you are not worth even an additional minute to look up the exact figure.

As a courtesy to you, I am willing to waive all past due moneys you owe me in exchange for you having your lackeys destroy any and all materials related to me and some made up case you think you have against me. If I don’t hear from you within 10 days, I will consider this accepted. If I hear from you again, all past monies due me will be reinstated.

Seriously, get a life. At best you are a corporate mindless slave who is there for either a paycheck or because you have drank the Kool-Aid and believe you are doing something righteous, when all you are doing is enforcing a manipulated, illegal system and destroying lives. I wonder how do you look at yourself in the mirror each day? I know I wouldn’t be able to. But I have a mind of my own and sacred honor, two items that at some point have been robbed from you and which you are too cowardly to demand back.

Disrespectfully,

Swami X, All Rights Reserved UC1-308

A Nobel Obamanation

Monday, October 12th, 2009

…..Nelson Mandela              Mother Teresa

..The Dalai Lama              Barack Obama

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I sat down with a king size bucket of baby oil and rubbed my body down as I fantasized about world peace…

…Where Arabs and Jews would dance the Hora, where gays and straights would suck face and where fascist governments would not call themselves “Democracies.” After I blew my wad, I was surprised to see that an envelope had been slid under my door. Thinking it from my neighbor, telling me to shut the hell up during orgasm, I was pleasantly surprised when I opened it up and, lo and behold it said:

THE NOBEL COMMITTEE IS PROUD TO PRESENT YOU WITH THE NOBEL PRIZE FOR PEACE!

I didn’t know how I was going to spend the million-dollar prize money. Maybe I’d buy an iPod. I already have two but, as we all know and live by the doctrine, “He who dies with the most toys wins,” I was thinking a couple of dozen more could be in order, as walking around with 10,000 songs available at the touch of a button has no longer become a luxury but a basic need. Maybe I’d stop buying those skanky 8th Avenue hookers, who don’t seem to realize that when the lipstick travels off the lips and halfway up the cheek that you less resemble a contestant on “America’s Next Top Model” and look a lot more like “The Joker” from Batman, and treat myself to a couple of dozen high-priced escorts from the Emperor’s Club a la Elliot Spitzer; only, unlike Spitzer, I wouldn’t pay for the one pig in the bunch. Or maybe I’d fly to all the nations of the world where people are starving and hand out $100 bills and laugh as the hungry children try to eat them…

And then I really blew my load.

This had to be the same thing that Obama The Kenyan went through after finding out that he had been awarded the Nobel Peace Prize. I mean, even the most devout Obamanoid had to have thought, “Well, it may be a bit soon for him to be awarded the Nobel Peace Prize.” My bad, the cult of Obamanoids doesn’t think period. [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t-_zCaMHoLU]

My brother was so into Obama that not only did his constant singing of the praises of Obama annoy me to no end but it caused some marital strife for him as well. One night during his once a season lovemaking session that his wife gracefully grants him, during orgasm he shouted out, “OH-BAMA!” Needless to say, he slept on the couch that night.

I thought at least his Obama worship would lessen his visits to Internet porn in order to get some satisfaction when he tired of his wife’s idea of foreplay, which consists of nagging him with sweet nothings like, “Did you pick up any almond milk like I asked you to?” for with foreplay like that, your solid carrot quickly becomes a limp noodle. But while his visits to redtube.com did lessen significantly, he is now going to obamaisgod.com where he rubs one off to his Lord and Savior, Obama the Kenyan, at least bi-nightly.

Nancy Gibbs wrote in her October 9, 2009 Time Magazine article online entitled The Last Thing Obama Needs Is The Nobel Peace Prize [http://news.yahoo.com/s/time/20091009/us_time/08599192939500] called Obama’s award “a prize for a promise.” If we’ve learned anything from Presidential history—George Bush, Sr.: “Read my lips—no new taxes!”, Bill Clinton: “I did not have sexual relations with that girl.” George Bush, Jr.: Anytime he opened his mouth other than to suck off one of the male prostitutes who came to the White House [see purple box at http://www.newyorkslime.com/gannon.html]or one of the elites at the Bohemian Grove—whenever a President makes a good promise, he rarely makes good on that promise.

The one point where I strongly disagree with Ms. Gibbs is when she wrote, “By now there are surely more callouses on his lips than his hands.” A swimming pool full of baby oil couldn’t prevent all that jerk-off time in the White House from causing some callouses.

When Al “Manpigbear” Gore [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xf69EEL3WBk], won the Nobel Prize for making and promoting the ideas in his An Inconvenient Truth, a film the equivalent of Mel Gibson’s snuff film The Passion of the Christ—appealing to people’s emotions while being manipulative to obscure their intellect—The Nobel Committee seemed to ignore that thousands of well-respected scientists didn’t think that humans were primarily responsible for global warming—many whom have showed that the earth is actually now in a cycle of global cooling. The United Nations “environmental” committee made up mostly of non-scientists even put these people on a list of supporters on Al Gore’s hunt for the legendary fantasy creature manbearpig, saying that they were supportive of this tragedy of science!

The Weather Channel creator, John Coleman, called Global warming the “greatest scam in history.” He shows charts of the sun’s cycles of heating and cooling and these charts are almost identical with the warming and cooling cycles of the earth. His conclusion is that the sun is much more responsible for weather pattern changes on the planet than your can of hairspray.

But if you question this gospel, as I have done to countless well-intentioned but ignorant “environmentalists” holding their clipboards on the street and asking donations so that you can throw your money into their emotional fire with no scientific cooling retardant to put out their retardation, they will mock you as being stupid and in denial of a reality that “everyone knows to be true”—when many in the scientific community don’t “know” this to be the case at all.

Even Al Gore’s “science” in his An Inconvenient Truth, regarding an increase in CO2 emissions leading to global warming through a study of history based on ice core samples was said to be incorrect science by real scientists and not propagandists, but Al Gore has refused to debate anyone who challenges his non-science. [See the quick dismissal of a reporter at http://www.prisonplanet.com/man-has-microphone-cut-off-after-asking-gore-about-errors-in-film.html but more importantly, his critique of his fellow environmental reporters.]

Even a simpleton like myself thought regarding the “Gorey” award, “Before giving someone a million dollars for something, shouldn’t the committee have at least checked the science from both sides?” But most people are apparently even more simple than me and don’t even think that much—such as the Obamanoids.

But the Nobel Prize Committee did not question this because, like in most business, there is an agenda. The agenda, as was written by the NWO globalists in the 60s, is to use the environment as a crisis that people can rally behind to manipulate the people into throwing their allegiance into a world government control of their sheepish selves because they’re too stupid and selfish to control their energy use themselves without Al Gore making a personal profit by selling them “energy credits” from the armchair of his own monopolized company and the government enforcing which light bulbs you can use—with no regard to what toxic chemicals may be leaking from them and poisoning you and your family in the process.

Think about this as a business strategy: I create the widget that automatically zips up a man’s fly after he takes a piss and then I use my government influence and connections to enforce—due to cry for “decency”—that every company that makes pants has to buy and use my Fly-Lifters. Sounds like a good business model, huh? And you thought that manipulation was only possible in corporate America through whoring politicians, whoring owners of the mainstream media and a whoring Paula Abdul on “American Idol.”

So joining Nelson Mandela, a man who devoted his whole life—and spent decades in jail because of it—to ending Apartheid in South Africa and Mother Teresa, who devoted her life to helping the sick and dying not only through organizations but by getting her hands dirty and the Dalai Lama, who has been in exile for 50 years because of his championing the message of the independence of the Tibetan people as well as love and compassion—is Barack Hussein Obama, a man who excels at speaking political rhetoric and hasn’t really shown himself to do anything of substance as President yet.

Most don’t even realize that he was nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize after 12 days in office, where he had even done less than the “Nobel” tasks of throwing money at corrupt banks and supporting troops in kill and die in Afghanistan. Funny how out of the small list of people I listed who were awarded the “peace” prize that he is the only one who advocates “war.” Of course I will be dismissed by Obamanoids for even making such a statement as a racist and not someone who just still has capacity to use his mind and think for himself.

While we’re at it, why not cancel the Olympics altogether and just award the gold medal to the people who some corrupted committee thinks has “the most potential”? As it stands now, potential means nothing in the Olympics—it’s about performance (and not having the Russian judge screw you with a bad score!) If you don’t perform on the day of the event, you don’t medal.

I’m not sure when Alfred Nobel wrote in his will that he would like to see the award go:

“…to the person who shall have done the most or the best work for fraternity among nations, for the abolition or reduction of standing armies and for the holding and promotion of peace congresses”

that he ever envisioned it being awarded to a manipulative liar like Al Gore or a terrorist like Yasser Arafat or a do-nothing Kenyan like Barak Hussein Obama.

The refractory period was over and I was able to get another erection. I pulled out my tub of baby oil and started at it again. This time I was not fighting overseas in defense of our country’s principles of freedom, but I was giving a speech about how I would fight for such a “Nobel” cause. I even postulated how I might be injured in such a case. I was awarded the Purple Heart for my valor of imagination.

Swami X Endorses Barack Obama For President

Monday, December 8th, 2008

After receiving commentary on my last piece entitled, “Swami X Endorses John McCain For President,” it became painfully clear to me that many people read my pieces like they live their lives–with a quick glance at the title and then fake their way through the rest. It was almost as if I wrote a piece entitled, “I Hate Black People” where the whole piece was about how much I love and respect people of all colors and anyone who says such ignorant statements as “I Hate Black People” is an idiot, and then having Al Sharpton arrange a protest on my street corner with hundreds of black and white cookies yelling what a piece of racist shit I am. (Speaking of the black and white cookie, to me it is not a representation of perfect harmony among the races, as others have proposed, but a statement of, “We’re cool as long as you stay on your side of the line!” In my mind, hardly the poster cookie for racial harmony–more accurately racial co-existence; not “We are all One cookie,” but “We are all ON one cookie, so let’s just deal with it.”)

So, to be clear to all my “read the title and skim maybe a paragraph or two at most” posse: no, I have not “changed” my endorsement post-election from the “maverick” to the “black guy.” No, I have not pulled the psychic lie of denying my last incorrect psychic prediction and still claiming I have a 98% accuracy rating (but enough about Jill Dahne, whose stock “must buy” prediction with specific date to sell cost me over $2000 and whose love prediction date for me which came and passed and had my head going into a swirl every time I met a girl with “the name,” wondering “Is she my soulmate?” But don’t worry, her 98% accuracy rating hasn’t changed since 1952; apparently the same accountant who gave John McCain the numbers that had him telling the American people that our economy was sound has a sideline business as a psychic’s number man. (Not sure if this is better than a psychic who I know and think is one of the few good psychics, whose inaccurate Presidential prediction blog entry–giving one of two choices both of which didn’t come true–suddenly disappeared from her website.) And NO, the title of this piece is not meant to be taken seriously.

Rule #1 of writing is not to insult your readership. I think the person who made this rule was the same person who said, “There are no stupid questions.” That prick must have come from the caveman era when the only questions asked were, “We go hunt?” and after a fresh kill, “We fuck it first?”, both reasonable questions for the time.

I have heard plenty of indisputably stupid questions and many of my readers are so moronic that to not say so would be to deny the yogic principle of satya, truth. Every time I start to have faith that someone may “get it,” a complete moron like Chad comes along [see "Mein Kampf"] and makes me consider the “cup half-full” aspect of total nuclear annihilation of the human race–at least the I.Q. on the planet would bump up a few points.

I just want to be clear, because if I hear one of you rocket scientists say, “Yeah, Swami X first endorsed McCain for President but then switched his endorsement–after the election–to Obama,” unlike Jesus, I’m not going to hang on the cross and say, “Forgive them, Father, they know not what they do,” I’m going to have my last recorded words be: ”Let one thing be clear and do not allow any pedophiles to misinterpret these words of mine through the ages: You are all idiots and I don’t forgive you for this. I’m hanging from a cross, for God’s sake!”

I thought Hillary Clinton was a shoe-in for the Presidency. I heard from psychic sources and from sources who claimed that “insiders” had told them that she was already meeting in the White House and getting briefed on “carrying the ball” on the next play. I also heard she attended the last Bilderberg meeting, which usually means that you not only have sex with young male prostitutes–whether you’re male or female–but you also get whatever you desire, in the case of Hillary, human hearts and goblets of blood. 

When Hillary didn’t get the bid, I had egg on my face and even being vegan, I didn’t wipe it off and pretend I was eggless. Whether due to a change in strategy at the New World Order Scum (NWOS) board meeting, the powerful overwhelming influence of emotional rhetoric on the American people, or that this was just totally off period–it didn’t happen.

 

Before we get back to the election, let’s first get some background on a practice that has been used behind the scenes in the political arena forever. It is called: PROBLEM-REACTION-SOLUTION

Let’s use a couple of salesmen examples first:

PROBLEM: “Hello, my friend. That’s a beautiful tie. You are probably pretty frustrated by the fact that gasoline is costing you so much?

REACTION: Yeah, homey, that’s some fucked-up shit.”

SOLUTION: “If you buy these special new tires from me, it will increase your car’s gas mileage and you will in effect save money at the pump.”

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PROBLEM: “You’ve been working out for years and haven’t lost any of that weight, huh?

REACTION: “Yeah, homey, that’s some fucked-up shit.”

SOLUTION: “If you buy this personal training package and supplements from me, it will increase your body’s metabolism and you will in effect lose weight.”

                                                        ——————————–

Let’s take a look at an example from the world political arena:

PROBLEM: Hitler bombs the Reichstag and blames it on his enemies.

REACTION: The people are up in arms. They are both scared that they are vulnerable and angry at the fabricated enemies who did this.

SOLUTION: Hitler make’s a bunch of laws that took away individual’s civil liberties in exchange for safety and protection. He could now also invade anyone he wanted without question.

                                                        ——————————–

Now an example from the American stage:

PROBLEM: On 9/11 Islamo-fascists hijacked and flew planes into The World Trade Center and Pentagon, killing over 3,000 innocent people.

REACTION: Americans are shocked, scared and angry.

SOLUTION: The “Patriot” Act passes, taking away individual’s civil liberties in order to, by some twisted trick of logic, “protect” individual’s civil liberties. We also go to war with Afghanistan and Iraq, Iraq having nothing to do with 9/11 (nor Afghanistan, really) but “in order to protect America” the new policy is pre-emptive attacks on countries that may pose a threat to us, even if they, uh, don’t.

 

I look at the election as a stage play. I don’t know what Act I entailed as I had a bad case of the runs and was in the crapper during the whole act. Act II was “The stupid President that ruined the economy and got us into wars and everyone hating us.” Act III is “The messianic President replaces him and we are all saved.” I read the play before paying my overpriced ticket (but skimmed through Act I, as it was really rather dry reading) and so when Act II came along and everyone was going,“He’s the worst President ever!” I was like, “Don’t get mad at the actor, you’ll feel better after Act III.”

As any decent psychic will tell you–if you can even find one–the future is not written in stone and free-will can change everything and “Free Willy” is a good movie. As any decent person will tell you, no one has the whole truth and anyone who says they do is full of shit. My sources and myself were wrong before and I could be wrong again. But here is one thing I will ALMOST guarantee you will see in the future, according to the PROBLEM-REACTION-SOLUTION formula and also based on some of the sources that I have read:

Already occurred:

PROBLEM: The economy is down the shitter and everyone is tired of wars.

REACTION: Americans have lost faith in their leadership.

SOLUTION: We will be offered someone with a “new” outlook who can inspire people with his words and charm (was anyone really “inspired” by the “charisma” of John McCain?) We will turn up the heat so that we can play some more of the PROBLEM-REACTION-SOLUTION game. Oh, how fun!

                                                        ——————————–

Economic PROBLEM-REACTION-SOLUTION:

PROBLEM: The economy goes down the shitter, due to either more Federal Reserve Private banker manipulation, a money system that has inflation built in to the game, or perhaps world economies, like Russia and China, dropping the dollar as their trading standard, or a combination of these.

REACTION: Just about all Americans are effected. A lot of Americans seriously suffer and lose their jobs, homes, lives. Other countries will also have economic distress.

SOLUTION: Very few individual’s will oppose the government taking immediate control over certain industries. Perhaps martial law will be instilled, “temporarily,” to “protect” from looting and other chaos. A move towards socialist programs to protect those in need in our country and world governing bodies to regulate certain industries, such as financial and environmental, to “protect” not only American interests but world interests. 

                                                       ——————————–

Terrorism and Civil Liberties PROBLEM-REACTION-SOLUTION:

PROBLEM: A false flag operation bigger than the last big false flag operation, 9/11, will occur on U.S. soil.

REACTION: Panic will ensue.

SOLUTION: Temporary martial law will be enforced, at least in the location(s) where the terrorist action(s) occurred. We will “react” by bombing the country where the so-called “terrorists” came from, perhaps Iran. More power will be put into a world regulating body to “protect” not only Americans but the world from the “scourge” of terrorism, whether in the form of a new body or, more likely, an “old” one, like the U.N., will get broader regulating powers.

 

IN SUMMARY: An economic and/or “terrorist” action will cause people to forget about campaign promises, the environment and even the most important issue–gay marriage–and focus on their fears of survival. Temporary stricter actions will be instilled, such as martial law and the government taking over industries, but the overall picture will be that poster boy Obama, with as much charm as Bill Clinton without the Wandering Dick Syndrome (WDS), will start to push Global Governance, the “New World Order” that has been talked about for decades by the elite, and even written about in their own books, but ignored by the hypnotized masses.

This will translate into new world regulatory organizations being created or, more likely, existing ones, like the United Nations and the World Bank, to be given more power, in order to “protect the world economy” (we saw what happened when America’s stock market crashed) the world from “terrorists,” and the destruction of the environment by carbon taxes and other micromanaging regulations of the people’s personal lives. The bodies and regulations will really be about relinquishing control from the people to the NWOS. 

The manipulators will probably lighten up on some of the stranglehold on the economy and even violence seen around the world, making everyone feel like the programs–which basically involve socialistic programs and world regulatory bodies that relinquish American Sovereignty–are the cause for them feeling better off economically and safer from the boogey man. 

The sad thing is, coming from a “consciousness” perspective, the American people will look upon these world regulatory bodies not as a loss of sovereignty for America and her Citizens but as a savior. The sheep will walk themselves to the slaughter.

REFLECTION:

Reflect over just about any situation you have ever been in that required more than one party and a decision to be made. Notice how PROBLEM-REACTION-SOLUTION almost always is the outline. PROBLEM-REACTION-SOLUTION is part of just about every manipulative situation you can think of. Perhaps it is your girlfriend feeling you don’t care about her enough regarding her decision to highlight her hair or not (PROBLEM.) Your reaction that you are going out with the boys to play poker and she can do whatever the fuck she wants with her hair didn’t exactly go over too smoothly. Her REACTION is to bitch and moan and say you’ll never see her boobs again. Your REACTION is feeling irritated and wanting to belt her one but thinking, “I really want to see those boobs again.” The SOLUTION is that you blow off your friends, a poker game you arranged a month ahead of time, to spend the night discussing the pros and cons of hair highlights in your whining, stupid girlfriend who does have a nice pair of boobs.

Like the Hillary prediction, I pray I am wrong. As I said, I can almost guarantee on this one that either the economy will seriously crash worse than it has, a “terrorist” action will occur (Joe Biden, Madeline Albright and other big politicians have guaranteed this already) or both and the SOLUTIONS will be more Federal control, International body control or both.

MEDITATION:

Think about those beautiful boobs of the whining, stupid girlfriend in the above example. Mmm…nice. I don’t know about you, but I sure feel a heck of a lot better.

[NOTE: I had worked on this piece almost a month ago and it sat idly, as I have been working on other writing projects of mine. Since that time, I have read news reports about talks of a global economic body to "regulate" money. I have heard about Bush signing all these last-minute laws to screw with the environment (Act II) which will most probably result in our prophet Obama, peace be upon him, to come in to save the day with socialistic environmental controls that extend outside of our country in order to "protect" our environment but really in order to take control out of the individual, out of the country, and into the hands of the NWOS controllers.]

Why We Listen To Nobody’s Who Think They’re Somebody’s

Monday, November 17th, 2008

At the release party for the documentary “Holler Back,” I found myself talking to J.P., a talented graphic artist who donated one of his pieces for the silent auction [http://www.edgedeep.luckbat.com], who happens to be black. He said now that Obama was going to be President, it was important to hold him accountable for the promises he made during his campaign. I was like, “Right on, brother!” and he was like, “Stop talking like you’re black just because you’re with a black man, jackass.”  I changed my poser language and responded a little more white, “I agree with you, friend. And may I say this ‘hip-hop’ music you kids are listening to is really quite energetic!”

What J.P. was saying is that, while inspiring, Obama is first and foremost our Commander in Chief and if he doesn’t follow-through with his word, he will be considered first and foremost one more lying politician; he will not be allowed to breeze through eight years in the White House based on the color of his skin without voices in opposition from the black community who value country over color. A girl with us, who also happened to be black, said in opposition, “Why should he be the first to be held accountable?” a commentary on the seeming historical lack of accountability in our political system. I said, “It’s got to start today” and when J.P. nodded his approval, I felt like giving him a “terrorist fist-bump” but thought better of it and even pulled my pants up from their dangling around my knees position and cinched my belt a few notches tighter.

Yes, it is inspiring that with the history of our beloved country, one that contains the black mark (pun intended) of slavery, that a black man was elected President. I think I will shit myself when a Native American becomes President and completes the cycle of electing to the highest office people we have screwed royally, thus allowing us to erase from our school textbooks any mention of slavery or atrocities committed to Native Americans. There was a proposed bill in Congress called the “We Gave Them The Damn Casinos So Let’s Forget We Stole, Killed And Lied To Them Bill.” It didn’t pass by a small margin and that was only because Barney Frank and a few others had a problem with the word “Damn” but not with running a house of gay prostitution.

Besides electing Obama because his nomination represented an America that was ready to cut her ties with a racist past, there was an overall sentiment of people wanting something different than a foreign policy of preemptive wars and an economy that swirls down the crapper faster than last-nights gumbo. This is not even addressing the New World Order Scum’s (NWOS) bigger plans and voting manipulation.

One of my friends commenting on what she felt was my “negative” attitude after the election was like, “Can’t you just accept this as a time for celebrating?” And I was like, “Sure, take your time to celebrate the positive but, as far as I’m concerned, being drunk on words and promises of a politician is just as unconsciousness as getting drunk from a bottle.”

No one questions–even his detractors–that Obama is a powerful speaker. But when I see people losing their heads shouting the mantra, “YES WE CAN!” I find it almost as ridiculous as sitting in a yoga class and hearing white people chant with a serious face praise to Hindu gods. A leader that can inspire can be useful and lead us to positive action. He can also lead us to mindless support of shitty policy, stimulating our emotions like a playful hand on our testicles, helping us forget that we’re being bent over a table and getting fucked in the ass.

So after the election, I received a couple of email forwards that contained “famous” people sharing emotional nonsense from people passing it on with a fervor, which only confirmed to me that reason had gotten lost in the emotional tides, which is Rule #1 from the How To Manipulate The Masses While Getting Blown By A Gay Male Prostitute Handbook written by 503 anonymous members of Congress. It was reminiscent of when someone sent me a political commentary email from the author of “The Vagina Monologues” that was not only useless but poorly written–the only reason it was being circulated because she wrote a play about pussy.

The first excerpts come from Alice Walker, author of “The Color Purple.” I think she wrote other stuff but unless Oprah either makes it her pick of the month or stars in a screen version, I don’t pay much attention.

November 5, 2008

Dear Brother Obama,

Alice Walker seems to imply her letter is about union but to me her letter is more about separatism and I wonder when she opens with ”Dear Brother” whether that is based solely on the color of the man’s skin or the heart within. I’m not one to cry “terrorist fist bump” at a man lovingly fisting his wife but this start rings a bit too “black” even for my nappy head.

“…seeing you deliver the torch so many others before you carried, year after year, decade after decade, century after century, only to be struck down before igniting the flame of justice and of law, is almost more than the heart can bear.”

This is very poetic and as a wordsmith myself, I can appreciate the imagery. But let’s get real here, there were many white Presidents who had “justice and law” on their minds and there have been many black men who have sold out their black African descended brothers and sisters when the flag of green was waved in their face, or rather, put into their pockets; a black man in the White House doesn’t guarantee or even indicate “justice and law” by any stretch of the imagination. 

…We knew, through all the generations, that you were with us, in us, the best of the spirit of Africa and of the Americas. Knowing this, that you would actually appear, someday, was part of our strength.

Scarily messianic for me.

Seeing you take your rightful place, based solely on your wisdom, stamina and character, is a balm for the weary warriors of hope, previously only sung about.

Wisdom is based on experience and many have argued that Obama doesn’t have the ”wisdom” of politics, that he might have some “knowledge,” but knowledge is something different than wisdom, something a wordsmith like Alice Walker should know and be clear about in her own writing.

Now let’s take a reality check for a second. Obama agreed with McCain NOT to accept public campaign financing (donations) and once he saw how profitable this was for him, he completely went against his word and never discussed the issue again–even when directly asked about it at the last Presidential debate. This tells me something about his “character,” namely to bring up a phrase translated from Jean Paul Sartre and popularized by another past black leader, Malcom X, whose opinions I may have at times disagreed with but whose integrity I more strongly believe in than Obama’s: “By any means necessary.” He was involved with a shady real estate deal which everyone knows to be majorly suspect. And he was elected more based on emotional franticia than on “wisdom, stamina and character.” There were tons of people wearing Obama buttons that if you asked them, “Name one policy of Obama’s that you like?” wouldn’t have a clue how to answer.

On the surface, if I didn’t understand the game to be a stage play, I would say it was a no-brainer: McCain was an old and dying robot who picked a loser to run with him for political reasons and not with the best interests of the country in mind and Obama was an inspiring younger, well-spoken charmer who seemed to offer something different than “4 more years of the last 8-years.” But it is a stage play.

I would advise you to remember that you did not create the disaster that the world is experiencing, and you alone are not responsible for bringing the world back to balance.

She “advises” him to “remember” that the shitty situation we find ourselves in is not his fault. Maybe she should remind him that the votes he made–and didn’t make–as a member of the legislature does make him “…either part of the solution or part of the problem,” to quote 1968 Presidential candidate for the Peace and Freedom Party as well as prominent Black Panther, Eldridge Cleaver. It is the typical political gamery, whether played by a pundit or a poet, that says, “Everything is to blame on the other and any innovative ideas or positive changes are yours and yours alone.” This line of hers is written for the American people and not Obama, not for “inspiration” but “manipulation.”

A primary responsibility that you do have, however, is to cultivate happiness in your own life. To make a schedule that permits sufficient time of rest and play with your gorgeous wife and lovely daughters.

Author turned psychiatrist to a man who didn’t even lie down on her couch for fear of being touched inappropriately. If you are going to play psychiatrist, do what they do and just prescribe drugs and don’t pretend you actually care to make your patient self-dependent. And calling his wife “gorgeous” is shallow. Personally, I would fuck McCain’s old, rich wife before I would fuck Obama’s.

…We are used to seeing men in the White House soon become juiceless and as white-haired as the building; we notice their wives and children looking strained and stressed. They soon have smiles so lacking in joy that they remind us of scissors.

Here is where we leave the realm of personal opinion and go into “Imaginationland,” applying words to fit an image but not anything resembling reality. I’m asking you, the two readers who have gotten past the title and glancing down at this piece and saying to yourself, “A bit too long for me”–have you EVER seen any President’s wife or children looking strained or stressed–ever? George Jr.’s girls were boozing it up while bombs were being dropped on Afghanistan, Iraq, torture was made into law, people started to wipe their butts with Federal Reserve Notes because they were worth less than toilet paper and their father’s approval rating hit single digits.

The ONLY time I saw anyone MILDLY looking “strained” was Hillary right after it became public knowledge that Bill jizzed on Monica Lewinsky’s blue dress, an item that I fought tooth and nail to acquire through eBay but $10,000 was all I could spend without thinking, “For this kind of money I could probably jiz on her dress myself!” This is just emotional nonsense and lies. While “men in the White House soon become juiceless and as white-haired as the building” was nice use of imagery, more than give me a mild stir in my penis that made me think, “Maybe I’m not impotent after all,” it just showed me that Alice Walker is in love with her own words–probably more even than she is in love with Barack Obama.

I must say that I LOVE the “smiles reminding us of scissors” bit and think anyone who can interpret what this means should win a Nobel Prize (hey, if you can give a fraud like Al Gore the prize…)

Despite later in the letter sinking to the depths of cheesily referring to both her mother’s Bible and the Dalai Lama, she does write a few things as “gorgeous” as Michelle Obama:

…it is not yet clear to them [the people] that success is truly an inside job. That it is within the reach of almost everyone…We must learn actually not to have enemies, but only confused adversaries who are ourselves in disguise…There must be no more crushing of whole communities, no more torture, no more dehumanizing as a means of ruling a people’s spirit…Because, finally, it is the soul that must be preserved, if one is to remain a credible leader. All else might be lost; but when the soul dies, the connection to earth, to peoples, to animals, to rivers, to mountain ranges, purple and majestic, also dies…we are the ones we have been waiting for.

I cut out her extras, which actually made her rambling tighter [if only I could edit my own pieces with such finess!] but really Gandhi said it in less words and less flowery with his famous, “You must be the peace you want to see in the world.” You see, Gandhi relied on the Truth being “gorgeous” enough; he didn’t ramble on, splashing pretty images like a 3-year old with a full bladder peeing all over the floor and think this somehow enhanced the Truth. He knew Truth stands on its own without some award-winning writer turning it into a tear-jerking, Oscar-nominated, full-length feature.

She then goes on to show me that she has clearly masturbated while thinking of Barack Obama. I don’t hold this against her in the least, as I have rubbed-out quite a few thinking about him myself:

And your smile, with which we watch you do gracious battle with unjust characterizations, distortions and lies, is that expression of healthy self-worth, spirit and soul, that, kept happy and free and relaxed, can find an answering smile in all of us, lighting our way, and brightening the world.

In Peace and Joy,

Alice Walker

 

Next let’s go into Michael Moop’s (“Bubble Boy” Seinfeld reference) “I made a successful documentary so you should listen to me” email letter that has spread like herpes.

Wednesday, November 5th, 2008

Even the “th” after the “5″ annoys me from this guy!

Friends,

Okay, so he’s now excluding everyone but the two people he invites over on Saturday nights for his weekly circle-jerk. Clearly not following “Rule #1″ on alienating your readers. My question: so why is he sending his letter out to the millions of us “non-friends”?

Who among us is not at a loss for words?

Apparently you, or else I wouldn’t be forced to clean myself off from the splashings of your literary diarrhea.

We will see their [the racists'] flame of hate fizzle out in our lifetime.

I’d almost put up with poetic garbage from Alice Walker but you? Nigga please!

Never before in our history has an avowed anti-war candidate been elected president during a time of war.

According to Ron Paul, someone who served his country in military service and then in politics for about 30-years without going down on anyone, Republicans have been known as the party to be elected to end wars. But I guess I will listen to a fat film fuck over what has become an oxymoron, “an honest politician” like Ron Paul.

I hope President-elect Obama remembers that as he considers expanding the war in Afghanistan.

What the fu–? Oh, I get it. You can be considered “anti-war” just as long as you don’t start any “new” wars. You can continue, and even escalate “old” wars. Gotcha.

He describes Obama as:

A man who is not a party hack, not a set-for-life Beltway bureaucrat. Will he now become one of them, or will he force them to be more like him? We pray for the latter.

I pray for a “ladder” to climb up and from which take a swan dive onto my head after reading your crap. I don’t blame anyone their millions, but Obama IS “set-for-life,” if not from his political wheelings and dealings then from his Wheaties endorsement contract after he is done playing President. I don’t know what a “Beltway bureaucrat” is; perhaps its one of those who stands on the side of the Beltway and goes up to cars that pull over and jerks them off for money. If true, I’m glad there’s at least one non-“Beltway bureaucrat” in Congress as well. If Obama is Skull & Bones, he’s done more than jerk-off a few hundred Beltway drivers in need of a little release.

But today we celebrate this triumph of decency over personal attack, of peace over war, of intelligence over a belief that Adam and Eve rode around on dinosaurs just 6,000 years ago. 

Moops throws out intentional disinformation, as we all know that Adam and Eve rode around on dinosaurs 6,500 years ago and not the 6,000 years ago figure that he gives. Next he will tell us that “The Flintstones” is not an accurate portrayal of caveman times! For the record, I would fuck Betty Rubble before I would stick it to Cindy Lou Hensley McCain and Michelle Obama. I would even fuck Barney if it came down to it. 

What will it be like to have a smart president? Science, banished for eight years, will return. Imagine supporting our country’s greatest minds as they seek to cure illness, discover new forms of energy, and work to save the planet. I know, pinch me.

First of all, I wouldn’t “pinch” you with a set of pinchers on the end of a ten-foot pole for fear of catching Arrogant Assholitis. I like an easy shot at George Jr. as much as anyway, so I will almost forgive your “Adam and Eve” mathematical error. I agree with the premise of focusing on technology and brilliant minds to “cure illness, discover new forms of energy, and work to save the planet.” This is the premise to the solution outlined in the documentary “Zeitgeist Addendum,” which can be watched for free on Google Video and, using the rating system that I created in Junior High School when I came up with the entrepreneurial idea of making a porno ratings book for my classmates, I give a solid “Four erections standing very tall, one slightly curving to the left.” 

What Moops doesn’t see, and he is not alone, is that unless you change the very system that has created all the dis-ease, you will not come to a solution. Regarding health, I have seen over and over the situation of someone with a dis-ease, such as cancer or heart disease or diabetes, who thinks that they can take some drug or herb and beat their dis-ease–while still eating dead animals, fatty and processed foods, stressed out, emotionally depleted and even continuing smoking! It’s complete insanity. Einstein’s definition of insanity was “doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.”

Einstein also said: “You cannot solve a problem from the same consciousness that created it. You must learn to see the world anew.” And yet we think that with the same corrupt system, with an economy dependent on Monopoly money created from thin air by a private organization known as The Federal Reserve and a conditioned belief that only through competition and accumulation can you succeed, it doesn’t matter who you have sit at the Captain’s Helm, to be a bit of a Trekkie nerd.

We may, just possibly, also see a time of refreshing openness, enlightenment and creativity. The arts and the artists will not be seen as the enemy. Perhaps art will be explored in order to discover the greater truths…What will it be like to work and create in an environment that nurtures and supports film and the arts, science and invention, and the freedom to be whatever you want to be? Watch a thousand flowers bloom!

I didn’t realize that the Bush administration single-handedly shut down creative expression in this country; I thought that was more due to monopoly laws being “loosened,” thus allowing about seven corporations to control all of the media and entertainment industry–something that no one noticed Lord Clinton allowing because they were too busy focusing on where he was putting his penis. Their control, just like the Queen of England, won’t change with a “changing of the guards” and the bolded Einstein quote above still applies.

But even with this corporate stranglehold on the entertainment industry, although there have been some horses pulled in from their full gallop, there have still been some that have been able to run like creative Thoroughbreds. But I suppose if Moops says this is not the case, I can forget reality and dance in the streets shouting, “I AM A BLOOMING FLOWER AND I HAVE THE FREEDOM TO BE WHATEVER I WANT TO BE!” which was actually the Obama campaign’s original slogan but when the originator was asked, “Can you come up with anything shorter?” he responded, “Yes, I can,” and Obama apparently said, “Yeah, I like that one better.”

We’ve entered a new era, and if I could sum up our collective first thought of this new era, it is this: Anything Is Possible.

I agree with the sentiment but disagree with allowing Moop to sum up anything but the amount of food he shoved down his gullet during his last feeding.

We can wrestle our economy out of the hands of the reckless rich and return it to the people. Anything is possible!

Look at the list of the top ten financial supporters of the Obama campaign–or any presidential campaign. They are all “the reckless rich,” often many of the same “reckless rich” supporting both opposing candidates. You asked if we could imagine a “smart President.” Could you imagine a smart politician who screws the very “reckless rich” who helped finance him into power? Oh wait, you believe it was us who decided the election and political decisions are based on what the little man wants. Okay, scratch what I said then; your ears won’t be able to hear it anyway.

We can stop melting the polar ice caps. Anything is possible!

Okay, you lost me. You said you were into a return of “science” and yet the SCIENTIFIC FACT that ice caps on Mars and other planets are melting would suggest to even a moron that perhaps “we” are not the main culprit regarding this issue. I’m not saying we should be burning rubber tires and throwing our soda cans on the sidewalk [see "Let's Kick It Up A Notch"] but, call me crazy, I am still a big fan of the yogic principle of Satya (truth), and yet it seems any debate on the issue of global warming in opposition to the idea that man is primarily responsible for it is dismissed with the un-scientific argument, “You’re an idiot!”

Those who have committed war crimes will be brought to justice. Anything is possible!

I am praying for this one, too. I would list some of the names of the war criminals here but until our Lord and Savior, Obama, changes things, the mere suggestion of this will not only put me on the Flight Watch List, receiving full body cavity searches every time I want to take a weekend trip to Kansas, but will probably leave me in a back-alley CIA-friendly country’s torture prison with electrodes hooked up to my balls, something which I wouldn’t necessarily object to if it weren’t for having your eyes clamped open “Clockwork Orange” style and being forced to stare at the snarling picture of Dick Cheney placed in front of you. I’ve wacked-off to George Bush and even Cunnilingus Rice in a time of desperation when there was nothing available to spank it with except a magazine entitled “Liars Who Have No Soul,” but Cheney–despite his phallic namesake–has the instant effect of turning any hard dick soft without any seed leaving the launching pad.

Do not treat the Republicans in your life the way they have treated you the past eight years. Show them the grace and goodness that Barack Obama exuded throughout the campaign…Can we follow his example?

Are you following Barack’s, peace and blessings be upon him, example by making the blanket statement that all the “Republicans” in our lives have treated us badly? More separatist, hateful nonsense disguised as a call for hope and union. Would I be following Barack’s example if I called you a piece of shit?

Barack Hussein Obama, the 44th President of the United States. Wow. Seriously, wow.

Yours, 

Michael Moore

“Wow. Seriously, wow.” That was your most profound statement of your whole diatribe and the exact same thing someone said to me to describe the psychedelic colors he was seeing while he was tripping on acid. “Wow. Seriously, wow.” I think he might have started his mindless profoundity with “Dude!”

 

I am not in opposition to everything either one of these nobody’s who think they’re somebody’s–and because of a mild amount of fame apparently other people think they’re somebody’s enough to forward their political commentary around–has to say. Alice Walker’s advice to, “hate the message, not the messenger,” or applied to our current regime, “Torture the message, not the messenger” and how the Dalai Lama is someone who speaks softly and forever carries a big smile, is not something with which I am in disagreement. Nor is Michael Moop’s call for relying on science to help solve many of our problems or for war criminals to be held accountable something I don’t hear and think, “Wow. Seriously, wow.”

I don’t hate the message–only the messengers. More accurately, I hate the fact that we care to give them an audience, just like the celebrities who because they can read another person’s lines with passion and credibility (funny how this is the same skill of a President!) we give them a voice on our media networks to share their personal political thoughts, opinions which should carry no more weight than those of Joe the plumber (oh wait…)

Alice Walker may be a prolific writer but I rather read “The Color Purple,” which contains fictional characters expressing real emotions and feelings, than her pom-pom support of a real character to which she applies fictitional emotions and feelings. And Michael Moop, I rather not read anything coming from him, except perhaps a suicide note. No, that is unduly harsh–to the environment, wasting paper on something no one should care about.

[To his credit, check out the YouTube video clip (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mjLPbUsEkWg) where 9/11 Truth asked him about 9/11 being an inside job and his response: that since "Fahrenheit 9/11" many firefighters have come to him and told them they heard explosions in the building that they think were bombs, that the "official" investigation didn't uncover half the truth and that there must have been 100 cameras on the "plane" that went into the Pentagon and he wants to know why we have never seen a "full frontal," as we say in the porn industry, of the plane going into the Pentagon. I take back what I wrote, I think his suicide is definitely worth the sacrifice of a sheet of paper.]

“But Swami X, by your own reasoning, why should we listen to anything you have to say?” You shouldn’t. The statements I make are just as useless as anyone else’s. It’s the questions I ask you that stimulate you to question your own Truths and see whether they indeed come from you or from parents, priests, politicians, teachers, gurus, or, kick me in the balls and tell me it’s springtime–actors, writers and filmmakers–that may have a bit of use. Other than that, and a mild amount of entertainment value, the only thing I deserve is a raised middle-finger. 

I guess in a line, the difference between me and these other losers is that they are nobody’s who think they’re somebody’s and I’m a somebody doing my best to become a nobody.

REFLECTION:

Go ahead, Obama supporters. Quickly, without too much thought, write 5 positions/ideas/platforms that Barack Obama has promised to put into effect and the top 3 why you voted for him. Yeah, you defiant few will be able to tell me, “He has a program for…” but, as we all know, most of you voted for him because he was (1) a good speaker, (2) not McCain, (3) A Socialist or, dare I say it, (4) black. McCain supporters you can do the same thing and I’d be equally surprised if you come up with something other than, (1) “He’s tough on terror,” (2) “He’s got experience,” (3) “George Jr. can’t be President a third term (the one thing in the Constitution I actually remember)” or (4) “He’s not black.” Use the word “Maverick” if you want to score more moron points. “I wanted more opportunities to be able to wack-off to Sarah Pallin” is the only acceptable answer, although with the release of her pre-election sex tape, even that one doesn’t hold water–or a bottle of Baby Oil and a box of Kleenex, as it may be.

MEDITATION:

(1) Think of a celebrity you admire and imagine yourself in their presence. Imagine them sharing a political opinion with you that is totally brainless. How do you feel? Did your admiration for them drop a little? What was your admiration based on? That they can memorize lines or sing? If that’s all you admire about them, why not just rent the DVD or buy the CD?

(2) Spend the next week committed to talking to one stranger a day and asking them a few questions:

(A) What do you consider the most important issues in the world and in your community and family today? If “gay marriage” comes up and you are not in Utah I will divorce my gay partner.

(B) What do you consider the main problems in the world and in society today? Gay marriage.

(C) How do you think we can change, politically and personally, the world to be a better place? Make a Constitutional Amendment to ban gay marriage.

If after a week you don’t meet at least seven people who, even if not as articulate as Alice Walker or as fat as Michael Moop, haven’t offered you some thoughts that were truly deep and touched you as much as empty campaign rhetoric slogans, I will be surprised. If nothing else, it will take your nose out of the metaphoric ass of your newspapers and theoretical “knowledge” and put it out in the “real” world, with “real” people–and it may just smell a little better out there! Take off the Captain Kirk outfit and Spock ears and stop playing a costumed character that thinks they know what people want, need and feel based on what the controlled media tells you they do–more Nobody’s pretending to be Somebody’s.

Years ago I was touring the country with a musical and I did just this and recorded it on (dating myself) audiotape; I called it “Voices of America” and was amazed at the simple truths that the “common” man and woman shared with me. It made me proud to be an American, knowing that at the heart of the taxi cab driver and housewife and construction worker, who grew up in different States with different backgrounds and educations, was a person who deep inside held onto values that–even if I didn’t agree with them 100%–were beautiful and useful for them. Some of these people didn’t have more than an 8th grade education, but they had an understanding that was based on experience and personal values, something well beyond classroom learning that is mostly based on how well you score on a test that means nothing about nothing.

Swami X Endorses John McCain For President

Monday, November 3rd, 2008

As we are coming down to the wire, I know there are plenty of you out there who on this day before you go to vote are still thinking, “Now I’m just not sure who I’m gonna vote for. Should it be ‘Same McCain’ for another four years of shitty policy that has only led to war and economic disaster, or should it be Obama bin Biden and some serious change–changing America into a Socialist country? I wonder what Swami X would do in a situation like this…” [I've just turned myself into a superhero!] :)

The truth is, there are as many undecided voters out there as there are undecided jurors who are asked during jury selection, “The defendant, Javier Muerto a los Blancos, was apprehended with a three-foot bloody machete in his right hand and the head of a white man in his left. Can you remain impartial?” And sadly, even more truthful is the fact that many Americans won’t even vote. According to a U.S. Census, in 2004, 64% of Americans 18 and over voted. For those of you challenged in math, that means 36% didn’t; maybe it should be called the U.S. “Senseless.” The scariest statistic was that 87% of Americans under 18–and even many under the ground (dead)–voted!

Why don’t people vote? There are a couple of award-winning documentary films I would suggest you check out regarding this topic. The first is “American Blackout” directed by Ian Inabi, which follows the struggles of Congresswoman Cynthia McKinney and the disenfranchisement of black voters in America, delving much deeper into the voting irregularities in the last couple of Presidential elections than the controlled media ever did, to the point where only a total jackass could not see that voter fraud heavily played into and swayed the election. From their website (www.americanblackout.com): American Blackout critically examines the contemporary tactics used to control our democratic process and silence voices of political dissent.” It can be watched in its entirety on Google Video (until Internet 2 comes around and attempts to take control over the web, resulting in a bunch of sex, gambling and sports addicted Internet junkies going full-blown into revolt.)

The second award-winning documentary is “Holler Back: [Not] Voting in an American Town,” from Lulu Fries’dat, with whom I have had the pleasure of sharing an Om or two [Let me just suggest to you that if you meet her and think you are going to be clever and ask her, "Would you like fries with 'dat?" to be prepared to spend the rest of your life with only one functioning testicle.] This film follows a particular town and interviews many Citizens as well as “experts” to explore why people aren’t voting. There is a big fundraiser party today, Monday, November 3rd, 2008 which involves food, music, an auction and a free blowjob given by Ms. “Fries With That” to the 600th entrant–that last prize alone has got my one remaining testicle pumping overtime in excitement for the chance to win and have 15-seconds of respite from her gabbing on and on about the importance of voting! [info at: http://www.hollerbackfilm.com/party.html]

There is NO DOUBT that the voting system in this country is completely broken and manipulated. I remember reading a news piece in The Americans Bulletin a few year back that, for whatever reason, didn’t seem to get coverage in the mainstream media, that something like three out of the four electronic voting machine companies had been PROVEN to be easily broken into and manipulated and the fourth company refused to be tested, saying, Trust us,” which is Yiddish for “Fuck you.”

In an interview, Bev Harris, who runs the website www.blackboxvoting.org, which is one of the best websites covering the voting system fraud, said how she set up a call-in line after one election to report if you experienced any voter “irregularity.” She said the numbers were staggering–a couple of million, I believe!

If we had this kind of irregularity in our bowels we would either seek a colonic to clean the crap out once and for all or remove the butt plug that we keep in there for “medical reasons.” But in our voting system we seem to be like, “Yeah, it’s not perfect but it is still better than anyplace in the world.” I’m pretty tired of being compared to China where they torture prisoners and have their military policing the country–wait, did I say “China” or “America”? I guess the comparison is okay then.

Does this mean we don’t vote? In ancient Athens they had a policy that everyone had to participate in the political system. If you were like, “Politics is just not my thing. You guys voice your opinions how you like and I’ll just sit this one out” they’d be like, “If you don’t participate, the only ‘out’ you’ll be doing is getting the fuck out!” We have to vote, if for no other reason than to force the manipulators to work harder for their soul-selling actions. But don’t kid yourself that your vote counts; that would be just downright silly.

So who is Swami X voting for? Was the title of this piece too vague for you dimwits? I am putting all my efforts–with phone calls, handing out of fliers, talking to people, wearing Chinese sweat factory made “John McCain for President” buttons–in order to see this man become the 44th President of the united States of America.

This is not because I agree with his policies or think him any more than a pathetic robot whose only good decision was to dump his crip wife and marry that hot moneybag. It is not because, like the media, I turned a blind eye when he went to a fundraiser sponsored by the Rothchilds in England–which is totally illegal according to our campaign policies. It is not because I believe the amnesty bill for illegal immigrants with his name on it wasn’t part of a bigger plan to destroy this country or that despite the lame bought-and-sold media spoonfeeding the public that his “anti-torture” bill that “defeated” Bush’s torture bill was yet another “maverick” action, when anyone who actually read the bill would see that it gave Bush every torturous thing he wanted and more.

“Heh-Heh, now thanks to John, I can put pliers to young boys genitals in front of their parents and not only make the parents tell us anything I want them to but get my own rocks off because I like anything to do with little boys and pliers–come to think of it, I wonder if that Pope there in Spain, I mean, France–you know, that place where they all wear the big steeple hats and colorful dresses–has any priest jobs open for me when I’m done with this gig. I hear it’s much easier to sneak male escorts into the Vatican than it was into the White House.”

It is not because I believe him to be gay lovers with General Betrayus–I mean, Petraeus–after all the non-stop love rants about him given at every opportunity (perhaps if they allowed gay marriages these two could come out of the closet and proudly hold hands and McCain could kiss him on the lips instead of constantly blowing kisses to him from afar.) It wasn’t even because he called his wife a “cunt,” although in my mind this is his most redeeming quality [Go to http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iOl4iT46Eec to watch a one-minute clip of a town hall meeting where I guy asks him about this, one of the moments I recorded on my journal page entitled: "Why I'm Proud To Be An American."]

My decision is also not because I think the only “change” Obama represents is fake change and that I couldn’t vote for him because–come on, I mean he’s black! I actually think because he is a great speaker and his rhetoric is motivating (as opposed to the warming words of McCain: “A hundred years in Iraq–sounds good to me!”) he has more of a potential to wake up Americans to nonsense with his RAH-RAH cheer and put them to sleep regarding the real tyranny at their doorsteps. And if I wanted to vote for a motivational speaker for President, it would be the horse-faced, Nephilim giant Tony Robbins, hands down. Nor is it the fact that he gave his word to agree not to  accept public campaign financing, until he saw how good at it he was and then went totally against his word, showing that his word is worth about as much as the American dollar and that he is just another whore and in the United States of Benetton we need a whore of every color to make us feel like we’re selling a product that cares about everyone equally.

What about a Third Party candidate like the Libertarian Candidate, Bob Barr? I was campaigning for Ron Paul, one of the only honest politicians left, and when he dropped out of the race I did look into other Third Party candidates. Most of them seemed like total religious freaks to me: “Not only will I make abortion illegal in every State in the Union, but I will also make hangers illegal in case any of those murdering mothers try to kill those fully-formed 3-week old clumps of cells–who I, incidentally, think should be granted full voting rights.”  

And Bob Barr is just too much of a pussy for me–or anyone in the world–to take seriously. I could see him trying to give a State of the Union address and no one paying attention: “Good evening, fellow Americans. Hi, uh, guys? Would you mind keeping it down, I’m trying to give my State of the Union address here. Uh, cameraman, I’m over here.” I think about as many Congressmen that I see in attendance on C-SPAN coverage of the House voting on any particular bill would attend any event at which that King Pussy would be speaking, honored, or even doing valet parking for.

It would also probably look like you were watching one of those “Bloopers” shows anytime he attended a world event, with the other leaders constantly bursting into tearful laughter at what a joke he is. I’m not one to wave my “Made in China” flag and say, “America, fuck yeah!” but I would probably choose to put on an orange Guantanamo jumpsuit for asserting my First Amendment right to free speech under one of the two top-tier dictators before donning the stars and stripes with that pussy as Commander in Chief.

Once McCain is elected, I will put all my efforts, sitting in meditation and praying to the God of George Bush Jr., known as “Satan,” focusing cosmic energy–or by hiring a hitman if needed–to see that Sarah Palin becomes the 45th President of the united States of America (After the Feds didn’t consider three white supremists with guns who admitted they were planning to kill Obama a threat, I’m not too worried about them showing up at my doorstep with this joke of a “threat.”) 

And this is not because I admire her ability to compartmentalize her thinking on ethics to find it repugnant to vacuum out a zygote the size of a piece of rice while having no problem killing and skinning a full-grown animal herself. Nor is this because I favor her support for pussies who call themselves “hunters” to be able to shoot out of helicopters and kill innocent animals with no effort in the name of “sport,” which is as “sporting” as the riflemen about to blow to kingdom come a blindfolded man standing 20-yards away against a wall who was accused of saying, “Queen Elizabeth II is a whore“–because apparently the truth in Orwellian England is considered a crime. Nor is it in admiration of her political savvy when she attempted to subvert the legal system and not allow a vote to take place that would clearly shut down the savage practice of aerial “hunting” because most Alaskans are against it. It is not because I think she would be about as competent at being Vice-President or President as Borat. It is only partly because I want Saturday Night Live‘s Tina Faye to forever be employed as her impersonator. The real reason is to show the American moron that this isn’t a joke, that we get wasted one night and vote and the next day we sober up and say, “Shit–he won?” And “Damn, if he dies that total incompetent Tina Faye look-alike will be President!” We need to get our “Patriot Supremist Groups” together, joined on the principles of love for our country based on the Constitution and Bill of Rights, and start “assassinating” these fucks long before they get into the White House.

The failings of this country are not because of a President, even if he seems as moronic as George W. Bush. People will argue both sides of “the power of the President” issue. The same person that responds to, “He has no foreign policy experience!” with “That doesn’t matter, he’ll hire people on his staff that do,” will blame either the other candidate or the lame (duck) President for being solely responsible for our present or future downfall. According to Sean David Morton, New Life Expo headliner and remote-viewer, “Getting mad at George Bush is like getting mad at Ronald McDonald because you have a beef with McDonald’s.” Like Ronald McDonald, the President is just the clown who stands out in the front, the only difference being in the case of George Bush, Jr., unlike Ronald, he only wears his red and white stockings behind closed doors.

With all the “checks and balances” that our Founding Fathers put into this “Great Experiment,” the Legislative Branch was supposed to be the most powerful (that’s the Congress, jackass.) So the few of us left who actually care about losing our civil liberties say, “The President is the worst with his Patriot Act and the doing away of Posse Comitatus,” while totally ignoring the fact that the Congress is the one that voted to approve this totalitarian legislature.

My last computer broke right after I heard Hillary Clinton answer the question, “How come you voted in favor of the war in Iraq and now are talking against it?” with the rhetoric, “I didn’t vote for the war, what I voted for was giving the President the authority to do whatever the fuck he wants,” in which case I couldn’t help but to put my foot through the computer screen. This is like giving a 13-year old the keys to the car and when she crashes it into a telephone pole saying, “Not my fault–I wasn’t driving.”

This is the same Congress that voted in favor of The “Patriot” Act when it was totally revamped at around 3:00 in the morning on the day of voting with additions that had already been rejected by members of Congress in debate because THEY WERE PLAYING POLITICS and were too pussiated to vote against it and then have to tell their constituents “Sorry I wasn’t tough on terrorism. I mistakenly thought your civil liberties meant something to you and would be a mistake to vote on something I didn’t read that would risk those. My bad.” So is Congress to blame? Not exactly.

Back in the old days, the Colonists were unbelievably well-read; book sales showed that they bought significantly more books than their English brethren overseas (of course it’s possible they were using the books to provide tinder for their fireplaces but I’d like to keep the dream alive.) And, like the men of Athens, they knew that they were a vital part of this newly forming Republic and that they couldn’t “sit this one out.”

Ultimately, I think it is us who have fallen short of our duties and I think most of the blame falls on “We The People,” a reference to the opening line of The Constitution for those of you who haven’t read, you know, the document reportedly referred to as “A goddamn piece of paper!” by George Bush, Jr. We haven’t lived up to our duties as the ultimate “checker and balancer” of the system.

The historian and moralist Lord Acton (1834–1902) wrote in 1887: “Power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men.” The Constitution is not a piece a paper that grants the Citizen any of his God-given rights but is a whip and chair to keep the government in line, because the Founding Fathers knew from their studies of men and government that Lord Acton was right–that given the power to rule over others, even “great men” would turn bad–even if he made his great quote 100 years after them.

The other thing that the Founders said was necessary for this “Great Experiment” to work was an ethical society. Due to many reasons, ethics have flown out the window allowing greed to occupy the house. The elite manipulators use a monetary system that has built in flaws, such as the money automatically being inflated and inevitably deflated, to keep the Citizen always struggling. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist, but apparently it requires an economic scholar, to see that if you keep printing money and dumping it into circulation that it makes the value of the dollar worth about as much as single-ply toilet paper and only mildly less absorbant.

You ask many people about the social issues they not only care about but actually champion and most will say that they aren’t really actively involved with any issue–that they’re just trying to survive, pay their bills, put food on their family’s table, send their kids to school. On the one hand this is admirable, taking care of your pack. On the other hand it is a sad expression of manipulation, the elite stuffing into their own mouths the bread sweated into creation by the kneeding of the hard-working man and woman, leaving them just a few leftover crumbs to feed their families–and calling this “The American Dream.” 

It is not going to be easy to change a system that has been controlled for many years by an elite, especially when we have been conditioned to believe that “This is the best we can do,” that “Only by the sweat of your brow can you succeed.” There is another way. And that is not through competition but through cooperation. I will write more about this in an upcoming piece but a good primer would be to watch the documentary Zeitgeist: Addendum, which can be seen for free on Google Video.

So who am I going to vote for? I’m going to probably write-in “Ron Paul.” “You’re throwing your vote away!” One could say that Obama is definitely winning in New York and if you live in New York there is no need to vote anyway. One could also say that voting for a Third Party candidate is a “wasted vote” because they never win. This is again the conditioning that has chained the elephant to the tree for so long that even after removing the chains he has been trained not to go far from the tree.

In most States, a Third Party candidate can’t even get on the ballot. When watching the Presidential Debates–the only time all year I turned on my television–I heard one of the moderators say, “One of you will be the next President of the United States.” Not “might” or probably” but “will.” What a fuck you to the Bob Barr pussies out there! And also to the American people, telling us that the choice we have is really a limited choice–and if you don’t choose one of these two people then you’re “wasting your vote.” It’s this type of conditioning that has us voting between Hitler and Stalin and feeling that we are somehow free and that we are deciding the future of America.

In the last Matrix movie, Neo came across The Architect, who seemed to be the personified computer program running the Matrix. To paraphrase what he told Neo, “You think you’re ‘the One’? You’re the eighth ‘One.’ We give you something to fight over, like the freedom of Zion, and then you occupy your time and minds and efforts on that and miss the bigger enslavement that is going on.”

In The Declaration of Independence it is written:

“…all experience hath shewn that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed.”  

We can decide the future of America but that involves more than voting on manipulated electronic voting machines for one of two New World Order-controlled Ronald McDonald’s, while struggling just to make ends meet and pretending that this is the best it can be. Maybe the suffering has to increase to such levels that they are no longer “sufferable” before we stand up and shout out our windows: “I’M MAD AS HELL AND I’M NOT GOING TO TAKE IT ANYMORE!” (“Network”)

 

The following are some of my election and immediately following the election predictions:

(1) The newscasters are going to be pushing “The Bradley Effect,” the idea that while people being polled say they would vote for Obama, that they are really racist and are lying to the pollsters. A question that any prober for truth would ask is, “Why wouldn’t they just tell the pollster that they are voting for McCain?” This is a bullshit excuse to justify how Obama could be up in the polls by over 10% one week and then “suddenly” it is a head-to-head battle again. If it were an honest vote, I don’t care how racist our country is, McCain wouldn’t stand a chance. If McCain does win you can count on “The Bradley Effect” being the front story over “The Voting System Is A Manipulated Joke.”

(2) The controllers are going to make the election appear to be very close.

The final tally…either or:

(3) Barack Obama will win the Presidency and will be assassinated within a month, resulting in martial law being declared in our country. This could have the potential to lead the country into a serious rebellion but, most likely, the Citizens will go back to sleep once the corporate “news” starts broadcasting the latest Britney Spears scandal. The more obvious martial law signs, such as military patrolling the streets, curfews, having to suck-off the “fingermen” if they catch you after curfew (“V for Vendetta” reference) will lighten up but they may keep martial law overriding, which subverts the Constitution and its protections.

If he is not assassinated, there will be some world event, be it real or created “terrorism,” a world economic crisis, or one or more countries vying for control–such as China and Russia dumping the U.S. dollar. Trilateral Commission co-founder and top Obama advisor Zbigniew Brzezinski and NWOS (New World Order Scum), Joe Biden, Colin Powell and Madeleine Albright have all voiced about “imminent problems” coming when Obama becomes President or the need to essentially “Stay with the Team Leader and wave your pom-poms no matter what! Give me a ‘C’…Give me an ‘H’…Give me an ‘A’…Give me an ‘N’…Give me a ‘G’…Give me an ‘E’…What’s that spell? ‘CHANGE.’ I can’t hear you. CHANGE! Yay team!” as cheerleader Biden put it.

In conspiracy circles, when NWOS voice about what “may” happen and what we should be prepared for “just in case,” it’s as nefarious as when all the White House main players loading up on Cipro and then it “suddenly” Anthrax was sent to people in a “terrorist” action blamed naturally on Islamos (which breaks down phonetically to “IS-LAME-OS”, meaning it’s a lame scapegoat and not the real cause of anything) that later was proven to come from inside the U.S. and then later was pinned “definitively” on a scientist who many have said, even co-workers, that he didn’t have the technological ability to transform the Anthrax into the military-grade version that it was. Oh, he conveniently “suicided” himself and it seems the case is closed. But then we were back to American Idol and forgot all about the lies and cover-ups. There were other people who were “suicided,” like the DC Madame, conveniently before she had planned to give names of high-end clients (possibly Dick Cheney, one of the last few politicians who likes pussy almost as much as he likes taking it in the ass), and others who “suicided” themselves with multiple gunshots to the back of their heads or by “drowning themselves” by throwing themselves in a lake with their mouth gagged and their hands tied behind their backs. An “issue” occurring soon after if Obama becomes President is as much a given as the fact that last night millions of Americans masturbated thinking of Sarah Palin in doggie position, with a few perverts imagining giving her the old “Dirty Sanchez.”

(4) McCain will win the Presidency and it will be so obviously due to voter fraud that there will be uprisings, especially in black communities. The local governors will declare martial law and troups will be sent in to “keep the peace.” There is the possibility that so many uprisings will occur that lame (duck) President Bush will declare national martial law until things settle down, but I don’t see this. They will also use one of these first two scenarios to try out their Haliburton-built concentration camps that can hold altogether over 100 million people.

Some other possibilities:

(5) Some false-flag, homegrown terrorist action will happen here, maybe even as big as a suitcase nuke, and martial law will be declared. They will probably blame it on their already dead and cold CIA asset, Osama bin Laden or perhaps on “Al-Qaeda from Iran”–as if they would ever bomb us–in order to push through the papers that are already sitting on the President’s desk to authorize war with Iran, forgetting of course that only Congress can declare war.

(6) If McCain gets in, the possibility of war with Iran is more likely.

(7) No matter who gets in the economy will probably crash, as after being force-fed on a diet of Bush and Dick over Cunnilingus Rice, there is no question that out of our Colin’s will come a stink that not even a courtesy flush will dissipate. if not immediately then within the next two years, especially as other countries start to cut loose our once bucking buck that is now heaving between gasps. There will be emergency legislative measures that will attempt a “new” money system, like the Amero, to be a combination currency for the unannounced North American Union. The people who denied this before and called anyone who mentioned it a “conspiracy theorist,” will be praising it as a savior.

(8) As a surprise, it is possible that while we are focusing on the safety of the future President (especially if it is Obama) and the future administration, that there is going to be some drama that happens while the current administration is lame duck until around January 20th when the amscray-=besides all the Executive Orders that Bush is putting into law, something of which I always questioned the Constitutionality. Georgie Boy may be “suicided” by an “Islamo” and/or Dickhead may find himself six-feet under or at least unable to continue his post through to the end, probably due to “health” reasons. Might be like throwing all your money on Red #34 but in these crazy times anything is possible!

(8) The big dump that the current administration has taken in the Red, White & Blue toilet bowl, whether NWOS planned or from deciding policy based on tossing a coin, has stuffed it up and the clean-up crew coming in is going to have to get on their hands and knees (reminding them of their “Skull & Bones pledging), take the plunge(r) and get their hands dirty. Regardless of who gets into Captain Kirk’s seat, and no matter how hard Scotty the engineer is “Giving it all I can!” there’s going to be a shitstorm ahead.

 

The future is never written in stone and any psychic who tells you what will definitely happen in the future has assured that the only thing “definite” is that she is a fraud. We have tremendous power to create change. The New World Order does its best to keep us in fear, struggling, feeling separate and hateful of others so that we can’t step up into our full power and easily kick them to the curb. Sometimes a “dark” prediction sends out an energetic counterforce–between the “light workers” who are working against the settling of darkness, to the “naysayers” who send out, “That prediction is bullshit!”–and this also energetically shift things.

Unlike others who make predictions, I hope that all of my “dark” ones are wrong. I also see great hope and light as one possible future but, truthfully, not without a lot of great difficulties first. I hope that we band together and create a light force that no amount of darkness can penetrate. I believe this is definitely possible but requires a change of consciousness. Like an alcoholic only finally accepting that he has hit bottom when the jail cell bars slam in his face, great tragedy from without is sometimes the only way to force great change to occur from within. It doesn’t have to be, though.

Let us pray we are strong enough to create change without tragedy and if we are not, that the suffering is not great, that we endure, and that the light at the end of the tunnel is not an oncoming train but Heaven on Earth. Either way, it’s exciting times–let’s enjoy them!

REFLECTION:

Who do you blame for the country not being as optimal as you believe it could be? Who do you blame for your life not being as optimal as you believe it could be? Where can you accept responsibility–without blame? There is great power in accepting responsibility for our futures. There also becomes not one else to blame for our lack, which is kind of a bummer.

MEDITATION:

Imagine the elections going off without a hitch and that whoever becomes President–no matter what his previous agenda or who was pulling his strings–his heart and compassion grows to such a level that he drops all “politics” and becomes a real LEADER. See him bringing us all together by fostering union and caring–not through flag-waving rhetoric but through authentic caring. FEEL how AWESOME it feels to KNOW that the world is now a better, safer place for us and our children, not just the children of this country, but the children of the world…for they are all our children.