Thursday, February 22, 2024

"Even Pigs are Turning Left and Right... as if They Heard The Cry of An Animal in Pain... Close By... That Can't Run Fast."

God Poet Transmitting.......


Now... on all admissions forms... white students are checking every box... especially indigenous and... various areas for the sexually ambiguous. They are lying... so that they can get into colleges... where they will be taught nothing but lies. whaddya know? The system works! Oh, Dreadful Irony that has such terrors in it!


On the front page of CNN, Putin is threatening another American election. (cough... bullshit) It's in the links for tomorrow... today... I can't remember where I put it. It's bullshit... who cares?


I am... presently (God help me!) watching one of the worst series ever produced. It's the 4th season of True Detective, starring Jodie Foster... who... as a prominent lesbian... felt it was necessary to perform a completely animal simu-fuck. Then... whoops... she did it again. The foreplay involved dirty words, and there is the casual dismissal of the act... as nothing more than discharging a biological need. It was similar to sitting on a toilet where the toilet was the other person.


There is a relentless tone of utter despair and dystopia all through this hack of a shitstorm... of retarded film-making, replete with references to... “there is no God.” One of the characters did a song that would have made even Leonard Cohen commit suicide. Foster has a Sumo-Eskimo... lesbian daughter of sixteen, with a little cutie blonde girlfriend who... sniff... sniff... abandons her in one of the many atrociously bad... camera moments... that are the signature dish of this cinematic embarrassment.


It's filled with ghost story garbage that will turn out to be irrelevant... except for the occasional jump-scare. Jodie uses fuck... literally and conversationally... the way a child will lose it over a new toy. She does everything with it... while hooking her thumbs into her Sam Browne belt, like she is the gay Sesame Street version of Clint Eastwood. She definitely does not have the squint. I am halfway through episode 5. There are six episodes. None of it makes any sense. It sucks! It really... REALLY sucks!!!


Why do I continue to watch this... this... something... something? I can't believe how terrible it is. I have to see the wrap-up. I just know it is going to be a colossal... late-term abortion of epic proportion.


Foster looks like her own grandmother working as a law enforcement... hands-on... chief of police in one of the rowdiest locations in the country... far north Alaska. They also brought in a looming... permanently menacing black female... professional boxer... tattooed graffiti board character... with very little acting background... other than the kind you get in professional wrestling. Well, you don't really need any skill in this... this... something... something.


She's also sex-mad like Jodie... who is dealing with a terrific case of reverse menopause, so she is filmed in a near-rape of her male partner... riding him like Slim Picken's did that A-bomb in Strangelove, but... like she might be a character in some version of Unnatural Born Killers. It's a real hoot... as someone from Deliverance might say... only... there is no deliverance.


Why am I bringing this up? It's because of something David Chase said; he was the man behind The Sopranos. He said there was no way to do anything creative anymore. The industry shills told him to... “dumb it down.” Recently, I have heard several other actors say the same thing.


This is pay cable stuff. HBO! I can't imagine how bad network TV must be now. I'm guessing that more and more, one is required to say, “Hail Satan!” to get any work. Jodie Foster looks like a walking gut-punch. I have to carefully research whatever I watch now... or turn it off at some point... early or in the first episode. This is also true of novel writers. It is certainly true of the music industry. Art? What art?


I am seeing signs of a revival here and there. I know it's coming, cause... it really can't get any worse.


Besides The World waking up... by degrees... depending on the level of previous stupidity in action; some more so... some much less... everyone somewhat. Even the ears of pigs are turning to the left and right... as if they heard the cry of an animal in pain close by... that can't run fast. Besides The World waking up... the deceivers are getting clumsier and more Alphonse-Gaston... Keystone Cops-like... because the pipes of Pan are playing in their lower bowels.


So... what this is causing is... everyone exposing themselves... or being exposed... by the ubiquity of Mr. Apocalypse. It is getting ridiculous... the extent to which world leaders will go... to hold on to the shreds of a dignity they never possessed in the first place. Like... wow! The Emperor really does have no clothes, and... it is not a pretty sight.


They are really all becoming mad as hatters... all out of character... no matter what role they are playing... or what their previous personality was known for. Right... Left... and Sideways, they are losing their minds... EVERYWHERE!!! It is astonishing! It is frightening... and... it is delightful. How is this not the main topic of the day? It was bad already but now? Now it is ever so much worse and getting worser. (heh heh) ♫ Just you and I... ♫


Well... it is what it is OR... is it? On the one hand... in professional (snicker) media and entertainment... in politics and religion... among those who bought the rights to the roles they play... on the condition they could exclude everyone with any real ability... they are losing it. They don't know if they are coming or going. They are on a white-knuckle ride of sheer terror. Neither drugs nor drink are getting them through this segment. Who knows what they will look like when The Director yells... “Cut!”


These personalities... with the transitory transparency of a dream... are coming up against the light of reality, and it is shining right through them! They have no substance. They are not real!!! They are getting informed of this... like the characters in Alice in Wonderland. They really are... after all... nothing but a pack of cards . Am I the only one who is seeing this? Nah! I'm not that far ahead of The Pack. (of cards) Besides... other people tell me they are seeing similar things.


Sometimes... I wish I could write about some of the things I don't write about, BUT... that might cause problems of credibility, and... give fuel to my enemies. I'm sure I have a few. Jesus Christ had plenty of them, and I am not even in the same ballpark as he was. I wear slip-ons because I have trouble tying my shoes. Ain't technology grand?


Still... I have seen and heard things, and now... I know why they (The Great Companions) caution us against talking about certain experiences. They lose their value in the translation, and... the only reason I can think of that people do run around grandstanding about events that occurred to, and around them... or that they made up... is in order to sell books... get on TV... or inflate their undeserving ego, and I know precisely what kind of a fool that makes anyone look like.


It's money that seems to be at the bottom of the matter... once you have torn away the covering of pretensions, and mystery... that people cloak their justifications in. It's all about The Money. Fuck Money!!! I have a currency that NEVER gets devalued, and constantly increases in value, and... no one can steal it! I don't have to worry about moths and rust.


You know... it's a pity that people don't persist until the end. It is a tragedy that they do not continue... despite all of life's hardships and broken promises. It is a terrible thing when they settle on some aggregation of dead matter... that they hope will defend them against the hurt inside. We've all gotten knocked about... I'm sure. Existence works that way. Unless you are a complete sleaze you are going to get hammered for doing the right thing.


Those who miss after almost winning should have known the end from the beginning.


The sleazes only run into poetic justice... most of the time... upon their departure from this realm, and... on their return . It must be written into their contract. I know it wasn't written into mine. (grin) However... and I say ... I say... however... this is an apocalypse. People expecting the same-old same-old, and... who are acting on that premise, are in for a big surprise, oh... yes indeedy. Maybe that is why they going crazy. Everything they anticipated and expected to be waiting around the corner, is... not... there. Heck! The Corner isn't even there.


Yes... a whole lot of people have been betting on it coming out the way it always did... with the tables getting turned, and... the same people still sitting there. Oh, golly gee wiz... whaddya know? It turns out that the whole thing is ALIVE!!! It turns out that Existence from every point of observation and perspective has been watching you, and... with a single-minded purpose, and... writing the whole thing down, as if we were all storybook characters and it turns out that this is so.



Don't worry about me. I'm going to escape in The Final Reel.




End Transmission.......



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