Wednesday, March 31, 2010

In for a Penny, in for a Pounding

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

In the Lam(e)ass Media today we find the headline saying that Climate Data was not manipulated. The British had an inquiry which, “largely cleared the scientists”. Here’s my favorite quote from the article-

“One that attracted particular media attention was Jones' reference to a "trick" that could be used to "hide the decline" of temperatures.”Hide the decline" was not an attempt to conceal data but was scientific shorthand for discarding erroneous data, the committee concluded. Similarly, Jones intended "trick" to mean a neat way of handling evidence, rather than anything underhanded, the inquiry found.” Isn’t that special?

I am more amused than I like, more often than I like, at the sheer unbridled hypocrisy that wars with sanctimony for the top honors in professional behavior. Priests playing ‘ring around the rosy’, or rosebud, as you prefer... is, of course, a heinous violation of trust. However, buggering the credibility of the public on a daily basis ‘en masse’ is an equal act of treachery, which comes to a rape of faith and assorted offenses against trust misplaced in the hands of those whose job it is to be trustworthy.

Whether it’s the misappropriation of public funds; the outright theft of public funds, treason, mass murder- both domestic and foreign or simply a non-stop conveyor belt of lies, which kill a nation’s faith in all those shining ideals that have turned out to be just so much confetti catching the sunlight, with the implication that it is generated there... well, you got to hand it to these people. If you don’t hand it to them they will just take it, I suppose.

I’m guessing they brought the 9/11 commission out of mothballs to use their ruthless capacity for truthseeking on behalf of Climate Gate. One thing they did find was that no missile hit the University of East Anglia's Climatic Research Unit. They also were unable to find any direct link between Phil Jones and Bin Laden except for rumors of an affair while at university in the early days.

Dr. (snicker) Jones reminded the committee that this was proof of his foresight in wearing leather elbow patches on his tweed jacket all these years. I suppose that anything less than good leather wears out in the first year of employment, when you’re trying to get a leg up in ‘the game’.

I’ve said it many times and I will say it again; this is all an expression of the unveiling of The Apocalypse and... the batshit frantic efforts to re-cover it all and keep all ten fingers in the dyke at the same time is as impressive as it is embarrassing. Forget about all this Masonic-illuminati- NWO nonsense. When the cosmos moves, everything else moves too.

We go about our world conquering ways for periods of time. We acquire the goods, the girls and the boys and velvet ropes part, just as the legs part for us. We get used to it. It goes on for so long that we are convinced that we can do whatever we want and kill anyone who gets in our way. We do the most terrible things and call them business and practical necessity. Modern day eunuchs sing our praises as we toss the chump change in our pockets at the canaille, the rabble. We’re beautiful people in appearance and theory and monsters and motherfuckers in practice; that would be your mother. We rule the world in our minds and for appearances sake.

That’s the key... in their minds ...and it is in their minds that the voice is going to come, bringing with it an arctic terror and uncontrollable incontinence. They won’t have to worry about whether to shit or go blind because they are already blind but... they will not be deaf to the voice of retribution and it is coming on the wind and with all the force and sovereign magic of Nature. Personally, I go in awe of her. She feels my footsteps and hears my every word. She sees everything I do because it all happens in her realm.

The mockeries that we make out of her substance stand as testimony to our incompetence and lack of imagination, not to mention our greed as; “they put up a bunch of ugly boxes and Jesus, people bought them”. You impudent swine are going to get a lesson that will not pass away for an age and you will live every jot and tittle of it in the lifetimes to follow. Saturn is going to take you by the hand and show you the meaning of desolation.

The cosmos is merciful, far more merciful than any of us deserve. It beggars comprehension so... even at this late date; many of you could come before the throne; which is everywhere at once and ask to be forgiven. In most cases this would be granted. In those cases where forgiveness might be withheld it would be for the reason that there is no desire for redemption; that is the true meaning of being a demon. They have cut themselves off ...as has been noted, the quality of mercy is never strained. It comes like the dew on every day. But... you will have none of that, will you?

Many of us, because we cannot see the mysterious workings of the cosmos, doubt that it is present when it can be seen in any moment; in the sun and moon and all of the heavenly bodies in their courses. The ancients studied these things and found a perfect symmetry there. They could see the wonderful mind of the maker in the beauty and profundity of the gifts. Far too many of us are not impressed and would rather rub our noses in our own shit and think it perfume. We would rather fix our minds upon the most superficial travesties of Nature, distorted by the basest among us. Madness is afoot and it is going to turn upon the minds that carry it.

The creator lives inside the mind; permeates and composes it. At any time it can reveal itself to the entity that has usurped its rightful place for its own enterprises and amusements. It’s watching you right now. It is sorting all of the thoughts and emotions of every one of us in a collective analysis. It is before, in the midst and after every impetus and ambition. Only a fool does not ask for help throughout every day. Only a fool walks the path he insists on by himself; full confident in his abilities to master whatever comes. May you have the good fortune to fall early and comprehend, before the inevitable circumstance comes upon you.

I cannot help but laugh when I see anonymous committees exonerate the proven miscreants of all their deeds. When the evidence stands inarguably before them they declare that some deeper meaning was missed or, “They’ve just lads”. I wince when I see those who have taken it upon themselves to be spokesmouths against the empire, behave just like those they rail against; patently lying and misdirecting, even while they present themselves as white knights on a charger, lance or bullhorn in hand and fearlessly facing down the dragon. Methinks they know dick about dragons. They made their secret deals outside the sight of the stupefied and deceived world. In the darkness the kissed the ass of the devil and now they can be heroes one and all. Now they can advertise and cry out for donations because the cosmos hasn’t seen fit to cover their every whim to grow as big as their targets. I wonder why?

Well, we shall see. I don’t know anything so I could be wrong... but my direct experience of the cosmos tells me otherwise and I would not want to be in another’s shoes were they not in complete surrender to that which is greater than themselves. The road is long. One forgets their purpose and the promises they made themselves. Adjustments had to be made. Compromises were required. “That’s just how it’s done” is what they were told and “why not get yourself a piece of the pie”?

In the world of secret handshakes, where the master’s of the universe practice their feckless arts, something is rising all around them. It is not the mob, though that may come and it is not their master, the frightful visage of the personal will. It is something else. For the moment, it seems as if there is only the need for one more public relations release that details how everything is okay and that whatever was done is perfectly understandable once it has been properly explained. We shall see. We shall see.

Visible sings: The eponymous Les Visible Music Album♫ Sing it Loud ♫
'Sing it Loud' is track no. 6 of 10 on Visible's eponymous
'Les Visible' Music Album

Lyrics (pops up)

The eponymous Les Visible Music Album

The New Shangri-La.

Petri Dish Mirror.



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