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Showing posts with label neo-Nazis. Show all posts
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23.6.14

Lumpy Koalas And Other Stuff

Dateline-Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia: For many years, I've wanted to come to KL. Imagine my cisappointment when it turns out to be Singapore, Jr.

Regular readers will know my animosity towrds the saccarine neo-fascist state called Singapore.  Western gourists love it because they can tell all their friends they've been to Asia without ever leaving the safety of their nanny security state.

KL is a rubber stamp of that grotesque place.  From the same damn plastic money that won't fold, to the painfully clean streets and clockwork traffic, KL is as bland and unthreatening as Ohio.

Oh sure, there are the Petronas towers and the dancing water show, which to me are just more ant piles and attempts at a cultural life, to be found in any major metropolis near you.

Hell, even the gobs of palm oil plantatioms passed on the endless journey from the airport to city centre look like Disney-fied versioms of jungle. Even the colors seem carefully chosen by Imagineers to be painfully unthreatening.

We're here on business, and lest you think that affects my perceptions, disabuse yourself of the notion.  I spent three months in deep jungle on business and had the survivalist wetdream.  The experience would have scared the hell out of those pretenders on that survival 'reality' show I never watched.  So, I am ready for about anything on business trips...

Except more of this bland Western imperialistic crap that passes for much of Asian culture anymore.

Perhaps this is what the Visigoths felt when they finally got fed up and sacked Rome.  They just couldn't take any more of those damn coliseums and vomitoriums.  Probably because they came with those damn Roman legions groping you at the door.

Anyway, back to KL.

I'm here to tour the national theater and look in on the rigging system before it ships.  Four days at the Hangingtree hotel in a rubber-stamped room over a consumer orgy called a mall.  I can't even bring myself to buy the usual refridgerator magnet because it looks just like the one fron Singapore.  The only difference is it, like all the tourist crack here, has two ant piles on it.  At least Singapore has their nifty little seahorse-lion logo.  It's the only thing that distinguishes it from all the other imperial strongholds of the world.

One thing here feels like home. Even though the roads are in good repair and there's almost no traffic - wildly different from Jakarta-there' not one damn right angle to be found.  So it takes for-freakin'-ever to go anywhere.  You have go jump down, gurn around and pick a bale cotton just to cross the bloody street.

Food, bed...doggie style?
Who'da thunk this Texas farmboy, Mr. Solitude, would miss the anarcho-silliness of life in Jakarta, a city of 20 million nuts packed into the space of Houston's innerloop?   I guess it's because Indonesia still has a flavor. Despite the empire's best efforts, it just can't turn that country into a rubber stamp.  You gotta respect the tenacity of those folks.  I love people who see law and order as something to be actively ignored and dismissed.

Hell, Facebook won't even let me log on because I'm not in my usual cubby hole.  I hate when corporations try to nanny me.  I'll watch after myself, Mark Zuckerburg.  Get the f¥£k out of my business!  Like FaceBook is so dzmned important I can only log on from my home country?!  Worried that someone won't get tagged correctly, or what?

Oh yeah, back to KL...what do you call someone from here?  Oompa-loompa?

6.1.12

Turn Off, Tune Out, Take It Back

Hmmm...so now Bammy wants to cut the military in half?  What gives?

Oh sure, we can write this off as election year posturing, and no doubt that's part of it.  After three years of slaughter, he wants to come across as the Man O' Piece.  He can read the polls.  He can see that Ron Paul, despite everything the blowhards are telling the world, is screaming up the ladder because he wants to put an end to all the military adventures in 170 countries around the planet.  But there's more to it.  A lot more.

See, the bastards in the Medieval World Order never do anything without 20 different angles from which they can profit.

In this case, one thing they have are their precious drones.  They can now project force anywhere on the planet without the risk of using soldiers who can think, read their oath of office and get tired of BS.  Now a handful of die-hard, brainwashed, mental midgets can play video games in a cave in Colorado and kill thousands by remote control.

It protects Their investment in the mental midgets' training, and they can blow up as many drones as they want and just build more on the taxpayers' backs.  What a great plan!  They can even paint them different colors and blame it on other countries, since there's no pilot inside to give it away.  Hell, they can even blow up a wedding party and blame it on equipment malfunction.

Gosh, why didn't WE think of that?!

Wait!  There's more!

The gummint's new enemy du jour is now the American people, right?  All the laws are in place to turn the War on Terror into a domestic game.  So who needs the military any more?

Heck, there's what...tens of thousands of militarized police in America?  And with a couple hundred thousand soldiers out of work, they can find gainful employment gunning down grade schoolers in the hallways of America's fine educational institutions!

Ultimately, that's the Goal of Goals.  Going back to those polls, They can see that Americans are getting restless.  They aren't drinking enough fluoride and swallowing enough Xanax.  They're starting to wake up and smell the Arabica bean juice lovingly picked by Juan Valdez in Columbia.  It could be the Bolivian marching powder, too.  But regardless, folks are starting to ask too many questions and they aren't happy with the pat answers.

Time to up the ranks of the home-grown military.  Yup, so many folks though it would be the Ruskies or the Cubans or the Chinese.  They never expected that their own fighting boys and girls would be turned on them. Makes you proud to wave your little Made-In-China plastic flag, doesn't it?

And the beauty of the whole plan is that the good American people won't stand together to protect each other.  They've been so Balkanized into hating this group or distrusting that group, and even when they can organize, it doesn't take long for folks to start calling each other "feds" and "agents provocateur".

It'll all start with rounding up gangs or drug runners.  Everyone will cheer, because they are happy to see their perceived enemies treated rough.  But then it will be Muslims.  OK, still no problem.  Then it will be 'preppers' and 'conspiracy theorists'.  They're all weird and crazy, so that's OK.

By the time they're carting off Joe Six-Pack, there won't be anyone to protest.  The only folks left will be the mental midgets who can't scratch together a complete sentence, but who make pretty good servants for the bloated uber-klassen.

There's still enough folks who: 1) think they still own anything, and 2) who are so desperate to believe everything is still normal, that no one is willing to put up a good social disobedience.

The way things SHOULD be working is that when they come to repo the neighbors house, the entire neighborhood pours out and surrounds the house.  Folks should be spending their two remaining dollars at mom-and-pop stores, but they're all owned by...*gasp*...THOSE people, so no one will give them the business.  They'd rather throw it all at Wally-Mart, where everything is made in another country and whose management would love to be Uncle's Company Store.

People have been completely warped by the propaganda.

Hell, even China recognizes it.  The other day, they ordered all the low-brow rubbish to be taken off of prime-time TeeVee, and replaced with classic dramas, literature and other high-falootin' fare.  Jus try that in America!  There really would be riots if folks couldn't get their Two and a Half Men fix, or plant themselves in front of the NFL/NBA/WHL/WWF/etc. mindlessness.

To paraphrase Tim Leary, turn off, tune out, and get real.

My last column seemed to strike a chord with a number of readers.  They really liked the idea of taking back the culture...of establish a counter-culture to fight the Medieval World Order.  One latched on to the statement that, "We always loose because we always play their game."

Remember, everything you know, everything you do, everything you think, is a product of the elite casino.  Everyone knows that the casino is a cash cow, because everyone always loses, and the house always wins.  When it's your game and you make the rules, then you are guaranteed to win the game.

Get out of their game.

Look at it this way.  Take complete stock of everything and everyone in your life that you don't pay tax on.  If there's anything on your list, then that is really what you have left.  For most folks, about the only thing on the list will be air, and they're trying to tax that with cap-and-trade.

You have nothing, so you have nothing to lose.  Anything you think you can lose is an illusion.  They can take your house, your car, your children, and your life and get away scott clean, because they own the courts, too.

The time for feeling complacent is over.  You are Their property, until you do something to stop it.  The neo-Nazis are NOT the idiots with shaved heads spouting racist claptrap...the real ones are in political office right now.

1.5.11

Feudalistic Orgy

King Arthur: Old woman.
Dennis: Man.
King Arthur: Man, sorry. What knight lives in that castle over there?
Dennis: I'm 37.
King Arthur: What?
Dennis: I'm 37. I'm not old.
King Arthur: Well I can't just call you "man".
Dennis: Well you could say "Dennis".
King Arthur: I didn't know you were called Dennis.
Dennis: Well you didn't bother to find out did you?
King Arthur: I did say sorry about the "old woman", but from behind you looked...
Dennis: What I object to is you automatically treat me like an inferior.
King Arthur: Well I am king.
Dennis: Oh, king eh? Very nice. And how'd you get that, eh? By exploiting the workers. By hanging on to outdated imperialist dogma which perpetuates the economic and social differences in our society. 
King Arthur: I am your king. 
Woman: Well I didn't vote for you.
King Arthur: You don't vote for kings.
Woman: Well how'd you become king then?
[Angelic music plays... ]
King Arthur: The Lady of the Lake, her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water, signifying by divine providence that I, Arthur, was to carry Excalibur. THAT is why I am your king.
Dennis: [interrupting] Listen, strange women lyin' in ponds distributin' swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.
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Dennis: Oh, but you can't expect to wield supreme executive power just because some watery tart threw a sword at you.


Dennis: Oh but if I went 'round sayin' I was Emperor, just because some moistened bint lobbed a scimitar at me, they'd put me away.


Dennis: Come and see the violence inherent in the system. Help! Help! I'm being repressed!
King Arthur: Bloody peasant!
Dennis: Oh, what a giveaway! Did you hear that? Did you hear that, eh? That's what I'm on about! Did you see him repressing me? You saw him, Didn't you?
-- Monty Python and the Holy Grail

The past week, we witnessed a disgusting display of oligarchical power.  The whole point was to let us peasants know that we can't possibly throw a party like these inbred, insane and megalomaniacal scum.

We are told that the whole world came to a halt to witness the re-inforcement of our servitude.  Supposedly, all us serfs stopped our grinding labor to witness our owners display their superiority, sovereignty, 'divine right,' and absolute power over us.

Wilhelm Hanover, Prince of Whales, wed his selected breed-stock, a supposed 'commoner' (actually descended from a break-away branch of the House of Hanover thus re-uniting the estranged family).  The breed-stock, often called 'Kate,; as if we're all friends and equals, comes from a family of 'self-made millionaires.'  Well, of course.  The scum wouldn't chose some poor Cinderella for this perverse 'fairy tale.'  What's the bet they even genetically tested 'Kate' to make sure she was proper breed-stock for little Wilhelm?

We are told that the new breeding line will not take an immediate honeymoon.  Little Wilhelm must return to active service in the RAF, where he can mount his magic carpet and sail through the Heavens, collecting bodies of real commoners in his blood-lust rituals of passage for our Masters of the Global Elite.

Just look at the photo here.  Notice Little Wilhelm's bared teeth, in a primal display of intimidation, like an alpha wolf putting down his challengers.

Look even closer, there on the right side of his uniform.  Why...isn't that a goat's head, symbol of Baphomet, and two lightning bolts, most famously used by the Nazi SS, and symbol of Zeus/Jupiter-King of the Gods?  So this guy actually thinks he's one of the Masters of the Universe.

Ah, to be an inbred hick with delusions of grandeur.

It's all rather sickening.  And what adds insult to injury is that the lap-dog media worldwide has fallen all over themselves to tell us how we are all breathlessly awaiting this 'sacred' event.  Every network, every paper, every fawning internet outlet couldn't tell us enough how we are all just begging to see this Orgy of Feudalism. In fact, to hear the media tell it, this is the event of the century, just as Wilhelm's daddy's joining with his own breed-stock was the event of the last century.

Oh really?

So landing on the Moon, two bloody global wars, the first Depression, and all the other major events of the 20th century couldn't hold a candle to Charlie taking possession of his cow.

For anyone who knows about animal husbandry, especially dog breeding, the events taking place here are very familiar.  One selects a good sire with strong lines and good stock, and mates him with a good dam.  The pups will be sold as 'leaders' and 'masters' and 'royals,' but they're just dogs, after all the marketing clears.  I suppose the terms sire and dam are a bit more elegant than cur and bitch, though.

It's really amazing how hard the media are pushing the idea that the whole world stopped to worship at the foot of royal spectacle.  I imagine a lot of people watched, in the same way rubber-neckers slow down to see a car wreck.  And I'm quite sure that a lot of loyalists who love groveling and sniveling at the heel of inbred lunatics watched their beloved Masters perform fertility rituals.  Heck, even the Jakarta Post, which caters to Australians, has been chock full of fawning and drooling, as if any white person gives a rat's patoot about royals.

I wasn't going to acknowledge this whole spectacle of oligarchical power, but the rubbish is just everywhere, and it begs for comment since it is foisted on one's eyes in every possible outlet.  So, there it is.  With any luck, we won't have to listen to too much more about the royal dog breeding festival.  It's nothing more than a massive waste of resources surrounding what is literally just a straw full of bull semen and a prize cow.

Now can we get back to more substantial matters?