God Poet Transmitting…….
The crazy is moving like chained lightning through the neighborhoods of America. Every link you click on in this story leads to another similar story, and links appear with similar stories... in each one of the linked pages... on each of those stories. Soon… you got a whole lotta links with similar stories
Now here it comes with Pandemic Fever. Have you got Pandemic Spirit? Raise your glasses! See you at the Pandemic Pep Rally!!!
We must be losing big when your Trash Media has to start churning out garbage like this, BUT! That was yesterday. Today we have Measles. Tomorrow? Tomorrow we have sweet potato pie, and I don’t like sweet potato pie, so I’m leaving town on The Outward Bound, trailing the future behind me.
Yeah, the joint is jumping because the elections are coming up, and there’s gonna be literal Commies under your bed. Every now and then, when it gets really intense, over you not being able to talk about the specific group that rules over you, Communism sends red flares at sunset and at dawn. That’s ALWAYS the end game with these psychopathic... mass murdering... Old Testament monsters.
There’s something about people separating themselves from God that drives them to behave like those legendary monsters out of pagan times. Of course, those screaming about God are usually the furthest from God. Maybe that’s why you get the megaphone treatment from them?
Anyway, remember how I said there was a lull in the action? How nothing was moving up or down the Information Highway, and how there was gonna be a convoy coming one way or the other soon? Well… here we are less than a month from Halloween, which is Trumplestilskinstein’s favorite holiday, although it’s not a holiday, I don’t think, AND… already they are rattling the skeleton bones of that old transsexual boogeyman, Pandemica. Will you catch it? Will you survive it? Will you become a celebrity and talk about it on your podcast?
Remember in the last post how students going to college were having to return home because it was just too hard… really lonely… there are no pop tarts (except the ones running around in the short shorts)… everything is big and scary, and… my personal favorite: Mommy made me gay, so now I have to stay at home unless my groomer calls. Yeah… it won’t be long now.
Need I mention… once again… that I study Trends and Patterns? Probably there is a group out there who don’t get what I mean when I say Trends and Patterns. I do have that annoying habit of mentioning things that are not readily identifiable soundbites. Of course, The World that I live in is not around anymore
Hmm, I said, hmm, apparently something really is going on around here, and you don’t know what it is, do you? Mr Jones? We are awash in trivia and meaningless shit. There is no value or integrity left in the sequencing of events. It’s all just shilling and agitating for more Bread and Circuses; More! More!! More!!!
The amazing… ever-expanding… stretch-pants wonderland of Fatville, where it’s all an endless lunch in double-wide jeans, is appearing daily in a neighborhood near you today. Fat is the new thin, and... it’s going to get fatter… and fatter… and fatter because those rolls of flesh… those trembling Jell-O bodies are flat out… life and death necessities now… because the terrified hearts that cannot permit themselves to feel… must have… absolutely have to have… the insulation. It’s colder in there than it is out here!
See… this is what the absence of love gets you. This is what happens when your portion of love is transformed into an attraction for things, and appetites have been deified. That is the same place where people become things, and it no longer matters what happens to them, as long as it happens to them before it happens to you.
Every other day when I am at the gym, I marvel at how few people are there. Thousands of people live here, and… sure, during the summer the snowbirds are all in Canada, or Minnesota, or Wisconsin, which is where they seem to come from, BUT… even in the winter there is only a slight increase.
HOWEVER… every other Friday, when I pull into the center, even the distant lots that are nearly two football fields away start to fill up, and I find myself walking into the community center with legions of people carrying big hampers of food and drink. When I leave, an hour or so later, there is not an open parking spot to be seen.
Why is this? It’s Trivia Night!!! Yes… Trivia Night! That is the night dedicated to the celebration of your ability to remember the non-essential… the incidental… and the meaningless, if… you haven’t been clubbed by Al’s Hammer yet. If you have, well then… every question is an adventure until you wander off during the intermission.
I move through life… most of the time… completely unaware of the fact that there is a huge demographic, a demographic far larger than I ever imagined it to be, that cannot… absolutely cannot think outside of the dream it is living and dying in.
These are where those enormous crowds come from... where the battle lines are being drawn, and everyone’s right cause nobody’s wrong. These are all those faces I never see because I never go anywhere, except every other month for a few hours, and mostly I walk around these quiet streets on which I live... after everyone has gone to sleep at ten o’clock.
I can’t talk to anyone, not that it bothers me. After all, I have you to talk to. I’ve been going to that gym for ten years, and I don’t know ten people. If someone engages me in conversation, a rare event, it’s never about the things I want to talk about, and if I insert mention of The Divine in the conversation, the subject gets changed. Maybe word has gotten around that you don’t want to talk to me.
This is not my demographic, and they all play golf, which is their religion, and I am not kidding when I say that. It is… LITERALLY… a religion. I will say this: it is the safest place I have ever been, in the safest town in this country… according to the statistics. I’m pretty sure I am supposed to be here in this place that I call Death’s Waiting Room. When they figure out the permaculture wisdom of burying these people on the golf course… then… then we be happening.
I’ve yet to figure out the cultural connection between all of these fat people and the people who play golf. I know that material culture is responsible for both phenomena.
Here is what I see: material culture takes humanity away from God, and the main exponents of material culture are Diversity and self-indulgence. The more that material culture becomes all-embracing, the more the rulers of the culture are increasingly despotic… Draconian… sold-out… and incompetent. Then the more unstable the culture becomes... because no one is protecting it... from the forces who seek to destroy it. Eventually, it either implodes or the barbarians plunder the land.
None of this is new. It is an established component of Trends and Patterns, and the most visible truth about Trends and Patterns is that they repeat.
I watched it get to where it is today. They did it through the music and videos. When you can influence and manipulate the sexual nature through the soundtrack, you can shape the culture. They did it through MTV. Then a few years down the road, schools were having pimp and ho nights at the school dances, in… the… seventh… grade!
I witnessed this all happen BECAUSE… I was paying attention. It first morphed into nihilistic... suicide music in the 90s, and then transitioned into mindless rap, and it wasn’t long before women were transformed into tattooed sluts, and the culture, which is an aspect of feminine energy... transformed the men into cowering… posturing metrosexual bitches, and… if you don’t like it… too bad.
It’s all the way it is because the architects of The Weimar Republic who went on to kill 60,000,000 Russians are back for another turn of the wheel in Satan’s latest playground. It’s already hot and heavy where the bodies cause the heat. Otherwise, it’s everyone at an arm's length in the don’t touch me zones. The people doing it know what they intend. Their master calls for chaos and confusion, and… they deliver the same, just like DoorDash.
Well… I’m leaving the country again. This time I’m not going so far, and it’s to a much more active and engaged location… culturally, and wild nature is right next door, and... the ocean is on the other side. It’s one of those zones where a number of the readers and many similar minds are in attendance. I don’t know what that means. I’ll still be walking around at night, only everyone won’t be asleep. Well… we’ll see about that, won’t we.
Usually, when I am changing locations, something is about to happen. One of those times… the time before the last time, it was 9/11. Last time it was The Scamdemic. I hardly noticed it here... where the controls were more relaxed. They did close the gym for a year or so, BUT… I had a workaround for that, and my own sauna. I always have a workaround. I always have a sauna. It amazes me still that people just don’t catch on to the health benefits of a sauna.
Heh heh, most people don’t catch on to the benefits of a good diet, or a moderate lifestyle, or an absence of wanting, or inner peace, or a god-centric existence, or love as a central driving force, or so many… many things. Sooner or later, eh? Either it crosses your path, and you catch on, or… conditions force you to acknowledge it. The clock is ticking, and…
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