Climate Hysteria + Agenda 2030

I was cross yesterday after watching Lester push the diamond ring poop story along with his ‘in-depth’ Climate in Crisis propaganda series.  I quipped ‘do the math’ in irritation, and that’s not nice, I don’t even like math, a lot of folks don’t.

So, in a calmer tone let me try to be helpful in a positive way, with a few hints in what those two stories are really meant to tell us, we of the subservient masses.

Diamonds, like the one pooped out in the national news story, are made of carbon.  Carbon credits are what we all must pay in the great climate change hoax scenario.  In fact, diamonds are not even rare, just like CO2.  Diamonds are plentiful and a semi-precious stone.  CO2 is plentiful but it’s water vapor, not CO2, which is our most prevalent greenhouse gas.

Diamonds are given value by the market, based on propaganda that they are rare and precious. Just like in the news story, we, the public, swallowed a lie.  Now that lie is coming back down through the pipeline in another carbon-based lie fueled by propaganda.  That’s my kind of math.

Tragedy & Hope Diamonds: The Jewel of Denial, Outgrowing Stockholm Syndrome

What does this have to do with U.N. Agenda 21/2030?  Because this is what the Climate Change hysteria is really about, it’s that simple.  Global governance and global control of resources are what’s required to enforce Agenda 2030.  They tie it up in pretty packaging, just like they did with the ‘diamonds are a girl’s best friend’ campaign, to get the public to buy it.

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In fact, what’s really causing the ‘climate chaos’ we are witnessing, which really is happening, is being carried out by weather modification/climate engineering.  Climate change is the ‘red herring’ of weather manipulation on a global scale.

The Weather Modification playlist at YT NeverLoseTruth is an ideal resource for those who still do not understand that weather is being used as a weapon against us in this and many other countries.

To make up for my crossness and frustration in yesterday’s post, please enjoy along with me this funny toe-tapper by Tim Hawkins!

MSM News Beats Comedy Central

Great fun, tonight’s show tops the week, I’d say, how about you, Lester?

Good stuff, very good stuff.  Loved that bit about the engagement ring, right, classic.

Indeedy-doodle Lester, pooped it right out, how about that.

Good skill in the presentation too, right?

Oh yes, but of course he’s favorite for nearly a decade now, very trusted.   Notice how he took the story from offer, to dream, to swallow, to poop, in the nightly news, nationwide, right before the ad, Lester Holt, really a professional.

Follow his series on the Climate Change Hysteria, big names there, good stuff, you’re going to love it.

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Seriously folks, I just watched this on the mainstream news that gets pumped through homes, businesses and airports worldwide.  A story about a woman who poops out her engagement ring after having a dream that she must swallow it.  That was the national news, with Lester Holt, just now.  Followed by the ad about Climate in Crisis, his current ‘in-depth’ series.

Do the math. Or just, help me vomit.

 

 

The Cost of Being Good Company

You sold the lie you bought the lie doesn’t really matter the lie is still the lie

Why we dance, to the song, or to the bullet

Aces & Eights, we do the hokey pokey, that’s what it’s all about

The game of fates, of soul’s lost-lost souls

paying the ultimate cost

Bored with the plants and the bees and the truely finer things

Driven to their greater, that they call the stars, life on Mars, mason jars

I had a once upon a time

At the very birth of the days of rhyme, and reason

And its nature, they are of season

Like the figure 8 times 9, like chimes

Me for you, and you for me, and all one big happy family

Should I catch a shooting star?  Should I bring it where you are?  I will.

The cost of being good company,

a dying pathetic cacophony of never could’s and never wills

I don’t like when they feel sorry for me

They just don’t see, it’s Persephone calling, and she needs my company

Don’t worry, I know her well

her cries and colors don’t scare me anymore

I know her toll strikes loud and hard

Her bite stings and her rhythm so slow

an excruciatingly low tempo

But, I dry her tears and she dries mine

and when the tears turn to sobs, she does not turn away

She is not afraid

There’s but one beam, or thread, how to say

The mind-buoyed

I know to trust, to bring me back up, someday

How do I know

It’s her colors, her subtle deep dark tones that tell me so

The dark gentle giant of the undertow

 

Misbehavior Is New Word for Abuse

As the lifetime actors in the Hollywood-Politiko class try to reign down their terror on anyone who questions their absolute authority we have on MSM the latest Weinstein’s piggery, or I guess it’s Epstein this week, left to digest during the dinner hour.  Yum.

”He should be spanked for his so HUGE Mis-behavior,” says the bleach blond tween posing as a news reporter.

“For sure! Nine spankings, and eleven Hail Mary’s! Right? Get it . . . the code,” says the greased up fat turd next to her . . . wink, wink.

Translation following, for the unhappy few in this asylum who miraculously still possess a set of standards and a moral compass:

Abuse is relative, you know!  

You got it!  One boy’s abuse is another’s sexual fetish.  It’s all good.

It’s really sad more folks don’t understand that. If you pretend it’s not abuse, then you think it’s not abuse, so obviously then it’s really not abuse. It’s all about perception management.

Yes, for sure.  They subject themselves to more abuse, because they can’t understand that their abuse was totally relative.  Why keep whining about spilled milk?  I mean like, you didn’t get your dick chopped off, right? Because, that happens.  And that didn’t happen to you, so I really don’t get why you can’t get over it already. Consider yourself lucky.

And besides, you know misbehaving can be fun!  I misbehaved in choir once, but it wasn’t really my fault, I mean, she practically ass-ulted me.  Really.

I sometimes fantasize I meet these assclowns celebrating some nonsense at a local bar with a small band of their mesmerized fan cult.  Two vodka sodas is just enough for me to say the following, without a shadow of remorse, laughing myself to sleep for days.

”So, do the folks around you in your life really put up with your bullshit on a regular basis?  I mean, they must right?  I’ve been watching you for a year and it’s like one con after another—denial, gaslighting, whitewashing, spinning, selective memory holes.  It’s like you’ve learned from a true master.  I imagine you must treat everyone this way, right?  I mean a person’s professional work bleeds right into their intimate life.  Every time I watch you I feel bad for the future man in his old age who’s going to have to look back at the shyte he did to make a living, and he’s going to see bright and clear what a douche he was his entire life.  That’s gotta hurt.”

Blank stare from the professional tele-prompt readers.

“And I can imagine how hard it is to keep all those plates of bullshit spinning! No wonder you have migraines and chronic IBS.  Sucks to be you.”

”Hey, but let me be a sport, ok, no hard feelings. I’ll buy y’all a round if you give me a bit of advice, it’s about my neighbors.”

They don’t mind being insulted, because they’re locally famous in this these rural parts, so they agree, just another crazy story to share on Instagram.

”So, here’s my problem.  My neighbor’s dog keeps killing my chickens.  This has been going on for a couple years now and the neighbor refuses to do anything about it, considers this to be my problem, for having chickens.

“Being the solution-oriented person that I am, I’ve got to solve this problem.  But, being a dog-lover I hate to shoot the dog, or poison the dog.  So, I thought what if I just break the dog’s leg, that way he can’t chase the chickens?”

Wide eyes and astonished looks from the peanut mob.

Greased-up fat turd replies and all nod in unison, “You’ve got to give up your chickens, DU-UH!”

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Never Forget the Lies

If all you watch is the mainstream media you most likely have no idea that the official story of the collapse of the 3rd tower on 9/11 has been proven false beyond any reasonable doubt, by independent experts.

In fact, if you’d venture to question a dozen of your neighbors right now, I bet the majority have still  never heard of WTC 7.

Another win for the conspiracy theorists!  Well, probably not, because most Americans will still never hear about it.

A research team at the University of Alaska’s Department of Civil and Environmental Engineering, led by Dr. Leroy Hulsey, Dr. Zhili Quan, and Professor Feng Xiao, Department of Civil Engineering, Nanjing University of Science and Technology, released yesterday for public comment their findings from a four-year study of the collapse of World Trade Center Building 7 on September 11, 2001.  This is the first scientific investigation of the collapse of the building.   Here is the conclusion:

The principal conclusion of our study is that fire did not cause the collapse of WTC 7 on 9/11, contrary to the conclusions of NIST and private engineering firms that studied the collapse. The secondary conclusion of our study is that the collapse of WTC 7 was a global failure involving the near-simultaneous failure of every column in the building.” Paul Craig Roberts 

9/11 After 18 Years

I would appreciate hearing from readers whether they have come across a report in the print, TV, or NPR media of the highly professional four-year investigation of WTC Building 7’s demise.  The international team of civil engineers concluded that the official story of Building 7’s destruction is entirely false.  I reported their findings here: https://www.paulcraigroberts.org/2019/09/04/the-official-story-of-the-collapse-of-wtc-building-7-lies-in-ruins/ 

I suspect that the expert report is already in the Memory Hole.  Popular Mechanics, Wikipedia and CNN cannot label a distinguished team of experts “conspiracy theorists.”  Therefore the presstitutes and assorted cover-up artists for the 9/11 false flag attack on the United States will simply act as if no such report exists. The vast majority of people in the world will never hear about the report. I doubt that the real perpetrators of 9/11 will even bother to hire their own team to “refute” the report as that would bring the report into the news, the last place the perpetrators want it to be.

Conspiracy Theorists’ Theme Song Vote, or something

1. Baby Got Back

Whaaa?  I like big buts . . . Get it?

But . . . How did the magic bullet get ricocheted from the high rise to the grassy knoll, through the driver then the head and then Jackie stayed in sticky, bloody cloths all day? Have you ever tried that, even for like, half a day?

But . . . How did their passports just appear on the pavement of serious destruction, like serious fire and brimstone shyte, while the rest of the rubble was being shipped to China? 

But . . . What’s up with building 7?

But . . . Who is John Galt?

I LIKE big BUTs, yo! You, no?!

2. You need us, Gilligan’s Island

So obvious already, right?  If I need you and you need me and we need us and all this fuss, well, clearly we are a happy needy collective stuck together on a tiny island singing crappy songs that were shoved down our throats since childhood.  

3. B-52s, everything they ever did.  Own private Idaho, is your mind, what, I’m not your little girl? Limburger? WTF is she screaming that we called music and lyrics? That played in our malls and on our radios and now reinstalls itself in triplicate on my current rainbow filters, you assclowns!  Induce psychosis, call this alternative music.

4. Back in Black Aka, Nihilism 3.0.  Take the black pill, everything old is new again, we can dissect JFK until the cows come home in 2525.  If man is still alive.

Nothing new under the sun, son.

Rock the crowhouse, casbah.

5. Trump

I met a girl, of about 7

Her grandfather loved to sit on her, and laugh

Her uncle loved to throw seaweed on her head, and laugh

She was such a funny odd girl, they all said.

Why not throw seaweed on her head?

How she screams and gets so cross!

Can’t she see it is but moss?

Little fool, join the games.

Your kin delight in your chagrin

Sensitive girl

you see the lies we buy

but you don’t understand

how we love them.

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The Miracle of the Monarch — incidental naturalist

The most beautiful true story I’ve ever read, what a miraculous world we inhabit!

This is the story of perhaps the most extraordinary creature on the planet. An insect that forces us to question everything we think we know about life on earth. Individually beautiful, collectively mesmerizing, the Monarch Butterfly has a remarkable story hidden deep within. My Monarch experience started in New Jersey. I knew something about them, […]

via The Miracle of the Monarch — incidental naturalist

Take the Cat Fight Challenge

I double-dog dare you!  I challenge y’all to prove me wrong.

Go to any adult woman that you know and start a conversation about one thing you know is wrong with the world, and watch closely.

Sell your female friends crap they don’t need at your Pampered Chef Party and that’s considered fun, share actual evidence and data that the weather is being used as a weapon and that’s faux pas.  Most likely the things that actually matter in life don’t matter to her at all.

But you might get lucky.

You could pick anything—the forever wars, censorship, politics, poverty, education, health care, child rearing, vaccines.

You could even pick a ‘Leftist’ favorite of the social justice warriors, like the faux climate change ‘debate’, feminism, racism, animal rights, gun control, abortion, veganism, anything at all.

Bring up the subject and if one of the following does NOT occur, you win the challenge!

  1.  She immediately deflects, minimizes and/or changes the subject to something pleasant and/or harmless.
  2. She gingerly addresses your concerns for less than one minute in an uncritical way before changing the subject to something pleasant and/or harmless.
  3. She discusses the topic until you disagree with something she says, when she then either changes the subject abruptly or gets hostile.  If the latter, time how long it takes her before she insults you or rolls her eyes (passive-aggressive insult).
  4. IF you manage to debate the topic with or without insults for 5 minutes, ask her in what way she might take PERSONAL responsibility in order to solve said issue.

If you find such a woman who is willing to take personal responsibility, that is, not just complain and wave a placard and yell for someone else to ‘fix it’ but to look at her own life and her own self, and actually ‘be the change’ she wants to see, hold that woman up on a pedestal and congratulate yourself for having the good sense to have befriended such a rare treasure.

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Celebrating Labor Day Poem

It’s Not Worth It

That job you do, all day, all week, all year

To pay a tax, buy a thing,

maybe a new car, or another diamond ring

It’s not worth it

But in this world we must pay to be alive

I know

To pay the rent, the food, the gas

But did you ever stop

And step off

And wonder . . . when did that start?

And why?

Have we always paid to be alive?

Who do the forest-dwelling natives of New Guinea pay?

What is their currency?

Our current sea

floating $$$ drowning debt

awash in toys and trucks

Hobby Lobby Walmart Disney

amusing ourselves . . .

. . . the Chinese love us . . .

to death

Hit the bottle, the pill, the porn

Retail therapy

Stress sells!

Hot off the presses new drug, new game, old tricks

Step right up

Shrink your head

Obamacare will pay

Promise you’ll be having fun again in no time

Circus coming to town

Celebrate!

Rinse, repeat

Back to school

ring around the rosy

Now sit still, now jump to the bell, now skip to my Lou

Simon says!

 

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Feminine Psychology (Part 4)

Diana or Diva? Mary or Medusa?  Sinner or Saint?

Toxic femininity was the subject of the last post, so now I’d like to explore the opposite, what is Divine femininity?

It’s not at all easy to define the divine feminine through the eyes of the female, because much of its interpretation has come to us through the voices of men—whether that feminine is revered, as in Tantric writings, or reviled, as in much of the Roman writings and into the later religious traditions.

I offer this opinion simply to add to the growing conversation as a middle-aged woman coming late in life into a deep relationship with the land and nature.  I am still a novice, but an enthusiastic one.  The one thing I can say with certainty is this subject cannot be approached without including procreation, and therefore sexuality.

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Before there was the Word, there was the land, and it was made and watched over by women.If Women Rose Rooted: The Journey to Authenticity and Belonging by Sharon Blackie

I believe the divine feminine can scarcely be found in modern civilization in our time.  At some point in our history the sacred marriage of the masculine-feminine partnership was usurped by the master-slave relationship.

Like many of their Eastern counterparts, Jewish, Christian, and Muslim mystical writings also tend to relegate the physical to an inferior place—so much so that in Christian mysticism the body is often viewed as intrinsically base.  And while the feminine is still sometimes idealized in the abstract (like the Shekinah of Hebrew Kabbalistic mysticism or the Christian Virgin Mary), woman, and particularly woman’s sexuality, is frequently presented as a danger to man.Sacred Pleasure: Sex, Myth, and the Politics of the Body—New Paths to Power and Love by Riane Eisler

Goddesses and female saints such as Brigit and Arianrod were dismissed, others such as Demetra are turned into males, others become hemaphrodites (in our time now called Intersex Individuals, or Transsexuals, and considered to be the pinnacle of human perfection—the reason why children are being taught a dozen new pronouns and ‘gender fluidity’ is being pushed across the global culture.) https://www.georgepetros.com/writings/gen/newherm.htm

“By minimizing the importance of what happens on Earth and counseling acceptance of suffering (and even its embrace) as a ticket to spiritual development and divine rewards after death, the Church not only distracted people’s minds and energies from seeking less oppressive social alternatives; it actively reinforced the hold of dominator institutions, beginning with the institutionalization of male dominance.  So when women equated love and bliss with submission and suffering, and when they saw martyrdom as their highest vocation, it was in part due to their indoctrination to view abject obedience and acceptance of suffering as the greatest womanly accomplishment.” 153 R.Eisler

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Girls raised to believe they are ‘sugar and spice and everything nice’ become blind to their true gifts and crippled by their lack of power. 

Kindness, generosity, caring, cooperation, of course these are pleasant traits often attributed to good mothering, and positive aspects of femininity, but they are only divine when they are authentic.  They can just as easily be employed from a place of self-serving manipulation as they can in genuine concern for another’s well-being.

Gracious, thoughtful, considerate, charming, ok, but for their own sakes, for the sake of beauty and care and tenderness, not as tools to get ahead in the dominance game.

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All our most divine-sounding characteristics have a dark side.  Take humility as an example.  In its negative aspects we get avoidance, passivity, dismissiveness.

The divine feminine is NOT passive, she is receptive, and that one word makes a vast world of difference.

How can you tell the difference?  In a culture where constructive criticism is considered hate-speech, that’s not easy.

In a nut-shell, if it comes with strings attached, it’s not genuine.  A gift is not a gift if it’s forced upon you, or if your approval and appreciation of said gift is a requirement.

One of the most obvious (invisible) strings is ‘image management’.  Your experience is devalued, minimized, rebuffed, or ignored.  She’s above criticism, she deflects or sobs or eye-rolls your thoughts and feelings away.  Her ego and personal comfort are more important than her loved ones’ well-being.

Looking good trumps being good.

Just turn on the television or open social media and you’ll have an avalanche of toxic examples to choose from.

Or, save yourself the torture and close your eyes and imagine what the only strings of the divine feminine might be.