Little Georgie Sorrows and the Cowabunga Cowpie

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

‘May your noses always be cold and wet’.

Little Georgie Sorrows (sounds like a serial killer in a Clive Barker book, channeled by Thomas Harris after being ghostwritten by whoever handles those things; reminds me of that trenchant film, that slipped under the radar, “Where Sleeping Dogs Lie”.)

When it comes to 24 carat bullshit, Fox News gets The Golden Hippo, Cowabunga Cowpie. You look at the stupid things that Mossad, MI6 and CIA do and you think wtf, if you think at all, which may be the point. Besides the outrageous and impossible occurrence of 9/11, which Bin Laden directly said he didn’t do, you get someone trying to light his foot on fire and being unable to; yet ‘they’, supposedly, did 9/11? and then you get someone trying to blow up a plane with his explosive underwear, with his handler caught on video, which also didn’t happen and... they supposedly did 9/11? This all leads to the pedophile TSA, with satanic robo-girl, Napolitano and ‘no dick’ Pistole, feeling around in the undergarments of children, in public, with government sanction because...? Well, because that is the kind of thing they do recreationally and religiously in their spare time and just like those children they are ‘grooming’, the public to accept a police state. What motivates them? That would be greed, perversion and fear. Fear is the most operative working force, because The Apocalypse hits them different than it hits you and me.

I don’t think there’s any question that Napolitano wants to muff dive pre pubescent girls, preferably on Oprah, while the audience sits in bondage chairs, with a gag reflex ping pong ball in their mouth. Pistole, on the other hand is likely a boy banger, who wants the laws to reflect his own personal tastes. These tastes were probably implanted in these tools by Chertoff and Lieberman Associates.

It all comes down to stupid, which is why there is so little concerted objection, except in some states like Texas and Maine and why the people of Indiana are not standing in front of the state Supreme Court with ropes, torches and tar and feathers. Stupid is very obliging and stupid is going to get what stupid deserves. You’re not stupid are you? Thank God for The Apocalypse because, unbeknownst to them, there are good people in the middle of all of these operations, following orders out of fear, duty and simple lack of comprehension, combined with a sense of helplessness in the face of mounting absurdity and the apocalyptic time bomb is ticking away in their hearts and minds, setting off incremental explosions, because it is all coming about by degrees of ever greater intensity.

Shoes and underwear are a couple of items that they can command you to make available for investigation, so as to continue with the preeminent satanic drive for the violation of innocence and the creation of naked vulnerability, before the eyes of a hijacked country policy, aided and abetted by vultures, perched on the ugly tree, whose mantra is, “Screw patience, I’m going to fly down and kill something”.

It’s patently clear that the corruption of the tenets of The Constitution, The Bill of Rights, Posse Comitatus and Habeas Corpus are all about unleashing the engines of corporate/banking directives, to the lawmakers who then send the interpretation of their documents to the vultures perched on the ugly tree. These are not stupid people (relatively speaking) so they are either motivated by a fear greater than any virtue they can muster against it, or jolly well, into it. They want to be able to go out to a public restaurant and order Consommé of Palestinian children with some missing, milk box kiddies’ pate in an upscale way, beyond the routine McDonald’s burgers that the rest of you enjoy, when they package and feed your progeny to yourself.

They let you cannibalize your children, while they take the best parts. That, is serious relish and once again, thank you for The Apocalypse.

Freedom is a living dream. I am living it inside myself and it is going to happen unpredictably.

What is it that keeps oceans of money, like Fox News and Oprah, slinking into your mind, from actually doing something about what they report on? What keeps this whole scenario in your face, while it reorganizes itself for another place of operation? It is serious business and it is usually under a certain order of control so, according to your karma and industry, a game plan gets followed but... this is The Apocalypse and all bets are off.

I don’t know if little Georgie Sorrows knows what he’s doing. He is the guy who broke the Bank of England, or so they say. I don’t know anything about gold. I don’t wear it and I don’t really care about it. I think there’s some lying around hereabouts but I can’t even remember where. The particular system of the moment, is of the ‘house of cards’ variety. It’s a Ponzi-Hindenburg and it’s a matter of when, not if, it crashes and burns. They are playing musical chairs with pieces of paper; physical gold is something else and then there’s that other gold (grin).

Yes, it is coming down around their ears now and they have to operate in so many locations, at so many levels, that the police presence thing becomes a necessity. Like I said, they’re not stupid, so they factored all of this in, without factoring in the ineffable, which they don’t get and... because they are allowed to get away with a lot of shit for periods of time, they figure it isn’t an immediate concern. They figure it won’t come around in their time. It’s the same game they play with finances. It they can get away with it for awhile then they can get away, they think. Now, they’ve come to the point where they have been able to pervert the laws, so that whatever they do, it is no longer illegal. The hubris is amazing and it follows that they now want to prance and strut and brag about it and rub it in your faces, which is their downfall. If they only kept their mouths shut and their behavior more discreet, they might have been able to go on and on for awhile... but not forever.

The note has come due; that which they have put off, detoured around and avoided by every trick in the book; employed armies of lawyers for, has come upon them. It’s here. Nemesis is here.

Rapture junkies are saying that they are going to be raptured on May 21^st. They say the world is going to end in October. Of course, they predicted similar events a few years ago and then before that. They keep their rapture suits in a humidifier closet and bring it out on certain years, like the Fasching carnival, marching bands in European cities. You see ranks and ranks of hundreds of men in dresses with big faces and breasts behind identical female masks; blowing horns and pounding drums, in a kind of kumbha mela extravaganza that says what?; That’s life; life and what you do with it, is in your hands to the degree that you are capable of taking the reins of your own existence as much as you are allowed.

If you are like me, you welcome The Apocalypse. You are that glad that it’s finally come around. No one knows how it is going to express itself because a lot of it depends on your reaction to what you are newly discovering about them and about yourselves.

I’m happy to be here. I feel a little banged around and bruised from the constant struggle to understand what I can’t comprehend and the accidents of my deficiencies in the mix but otherwise it is better than it has ever been. I hope the same is true of you. I do not hope that the fortunes of Little Georgie Sorrows get better. I hope he and they step on the mother or all cowabunga cowpies and then it explodes and covers them in shit. It would be a relief for the rest of us. Sooner or later that day is going to come and Sooner is leading the pack.


End Transmission.......

Visible sings: ♫ Persephone ♫
'Persephone' is track no. 7 of 12 on Visible's 2007 album 'Color Ball'
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