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Google: None Dare Call It Sedition

“Google has now flatly stated its intent to influence and control public perception so as to manipulate and determine national political election outcomes. It does this by using AI algorithms to skew search results, presenting only their political views, and suppressing dissenting or alternative views.”

Source: Google: None Dare Call It Sedition

Now, finally, maybe folks will stop calling America a free country.

Hazing is Gaslighting

This comes from my personal experience pledging the sororities at SMSU, Springfield, MO circa 1986.

Part of our plebe requirements after pledging was to memorize the names and birthplaces of all those sisters above us and to recite them, along with details of their preferences, and whatever else they felt should be important to us, for the privilege of belonging to their group consensus. Shortly after winning my entrance, I lost interest completely.

I didn’t last long once ‘Activated’ in Alpha Sigma Alpha, not surprising. I was sucked in nonetheless for another year in these ritual phases until I refused to perpetuate these abuses onto the new coming plebs, and ultimately perhaps just to record them in my own small way now in the later years of my life.

My ‘big sister’ aka ‘sponsor’ had died in a drunk driving accident during my apprenticeship . It was this tragedy that gave me mercy among the rest of the disapproving sisterhood. You see, I’d given the horrid affront of not assuming appropriate position in appropriate hour with appropriate humility, and therefore, I must suffer. I was grilled like a pale shrimp on the Barbie (bad pun intended).

It was the candle vigil, dressed in white, yes, it’s really like that, just like you see in the movies. And I was grilled. It was ‘fair’ for some, not for others, who stood up for me, and won. I was relieved. That’s how Stockholm Syndrome works. I lived in ‘the house’ as a pleb, and that’s how it works. Good cops/bad cops.

There is no time-space. These memories come to me as current, right now, right here. This is not a blessing. Since the last weather disaster this spring, these memories just come, beyond my reasoning or control.

Just maybe, it’s some sort of karma. And I’m not afraid anymore. And I pity those who are still afraid, sometimes very sincerely, sometimes with a sense of sorry superiority that haunts me in the middle of the night.

I do know better now. I am not that naive girl anymore. I’ve made choices and braved chasms beyond these putrid machinations. I’m not proud for that, I did it mostly of necessity. But I know, because of it, we will reside in different worlds, and will remain so, for the rest of our short lives.

You needed me to conform. I get that. I don’t shame you for it.
But, still, I do resent you for it. Though I’m very sure you couldn’t give a rat’s arse either way.

Phoney Baloney

Is there a point when Americans will say, “Enough is enough!”?

We’ve long led the world in all things fake, but surely, there is a limit, right?

Fake cheese was already an affront to me as a teenager, as soon as I came back from my first trip to France. I surely sounded snobby in my refusals to any longer group Velveeta and American cheese slices in the same category as real cheese. I’d already drawn my line in the sand back then, but fake foods of all kinds are now more than ever the mainstay of American cuisine.

cheeseYT — Me, a cheese-maker? Didn’t see that comin’!

Fake boobs are still on the increase; fake facial features now the norm; now we even have fake genders.

And as if that weren’t enough to be the last straw, folks have accepted fake weather.

These days are dire indeed. While I’m not particularly hopeful things will improve any time soon, I’m not particularly pessimistic either. As odd as this will probably sound to most, it’s by paying attention to the doom-and-gloomers that I find strength.

Decker, Dispatches from the Aslyum, where musical offerings come with every post.

These are the folks who see through the spin. These are the folks who care enough to take a stand, who educate themselves and then courageously and relentlessly find any other way they possibly can to educate others.

These are my virtual mentors.

It’s the hordes of rose-colored glasses folks that make me want to scream and rant and throw verbal daggers. It’s these ninnies whose ignorance and apathy inspire such ‘hate speech’ to which they whine and want to make laws to protect themselves further from anyone pricking the bubble of their own delusions!

Sometimes I have to dive very deep into my wellspring of empathy to remember that many folks are dealing with major drama and disease in their lives and for us all we have every aspect of our culture stacked against what is our actual reality. Many, a great many, Americans live more in a virtual reality than in a real one. We are now several generations raised primarily by screens, starting with the TV.

Amazing Polly
https://www.bitchute.com/video/VbOv_ClA7j0

The world of nature is no longer the norm, and this is what most scares me. I have a very difficult time relating to those who, at still this very late stage, are not able to sense any danger in our position as humans at all and are perfectly willing to lay their very lives, and all of ours along with them, directly into the hands of a complete technological takeover of society.

https://www.technocracy.news/amazon-cloud-will-host-dhs-biometric-data-on-hundreds-of-millions/

I have to be honest, as unsavory as this is, but these folks feel like a liability to me now.

https://www.technocracy.news/opportunity-zones-technocrat-deception-to-plunder-america/

AI & the G-Mafia

Deconstructing the law of large numbers and the wisdom of the crowd, our new and forever hero. I am he. You are me. We’re all one big happy family.

At the mercy of a God, as we have always been. Only it’s a new God.

Similar to the old one, don’t worry. Same, same, but different.

You see, because AI can do it better than me, better than you, and that’s good. Feel comforted. AI will take care of you, of your pets, of your globe or plane or island, wherever you want to live, all One in the G-machine.

Queen calling, another ancient skill to soon go hi-tech?
Beekeeping Today Podcast

“Dr. Jerry Bromenshenk and Dr. David Firth from the Univerisity of Montana are working together on a new application for beekeepers called Bee Health Guru. The application uses artificial intelligence (AI) to listen to the sound and based upon complex algorithms and learned history, can provide a diagnosis of the colony’s health. Simply amazing.
Jerry and David join Jeff & Kim on this episode to talk about the history of the technology and the ongoing research of the technology under-pinnings of the cell phone app. At the beginning of the podcast, you can hear Jeff listening to a audio clip of a 2-deep colony of bees at rest. Then suddenly, no… instantly, their tone changes. Could you tell what happened? The audio file was provided by Dr. Bromenshenk. In the recording, a colony of honey bees ‘at rest’ are given one (1) drop of toluene. The communication through the hive was instantaneous. Bees communicate more than we knew and the Bee Health Guruapp hopes to help us translate just what they’re saying!”

It’s better this way. Trust them. They’re on our side, as always.

Just sit there nice and cozy. Oops, lift your feet, the robo-vacuum coming through!

Can we get you more kool-aid, dear?

Or, might you consider taking an interest in an actual life, with living creatures, which AI is not and . . . ?

It’s not, right? We still know the difference, right?!

War for Fun & Profit

Here we go again with the latest of the usual lame arsenals of propaganda and false flags and nonsense narratives to get Americans to support the brutal murder of individuals because we have ‘interests’ in their countries.

I find myself seriously considering the fact that these warmongers are not all that clever, since they keep playing the same cards again and again. Of course, if the public never calls the bluff, why stop?

“Do you want to know the truth about what’s going on with Iran? The real truth? The real truth is that there’s an ever-growing, globe-spanning, oligarch-run power alliance with the United States at its center, an alliance which functions as a single empire and works relentlessly to bully other nations into either joining it or collapsing. Iran is by far the strongest nation in the region that has refused to allow itself to be absorbed into the blob, so its government has found itself in the imperial crosshairs being commanded to either submit or be toppled. That’s all that’s going on here. Everything else is camera-friendly window dressing.”

https://caitlinjohnstone.com/2019/06/18/report-us-planning-massive-airstrike-on-an-iranian-facility/

Just for the record, one more time, because I feel the need to repeat this a couple times a year because of the clear memory hole issues, I served in the Peace Corps because I’m antiwar. I was then, I am still now.

Just because now the Peace Corps can hardly be called antiwar and has a Globalist agenda same as they all do in Washington, I did not know that then. I was young and terribly gullible. I wonder what’s the excuse of the remaining nitwits still lapping it up in that and so many other of our institutions? I think there’s a strict shelf-life on naïveté, after which it’s called willful ignorance, and whisked into the camp of the patently guilty.

I have an idea why the public continues to support such blatant tyranny, and it’s because we don’t collectively face the tyrants in our own homes, so they then go out en masse to try to rule the entire world as if it’s their own private sandbox.

http://psychohistory.com/books/the-origins-of-war-in-child-abuse/

I didn’t change camps and I never will. Wherever the Left, Right, Center blockheads continue to sway to justify their greed and thieving, I remain firmly in the ‘antiwar party’ wherever it is.

While my heroes in this camp are few and far between these days, they’re still out there. Maybe their numbers are even growing? Who would know, since censorship is kicking so very hard against our kind.

“We offer here the testimonies of serious opponents of our government’s foreign policy as a rebuke to the limited and narrow debate that takes place among Washington’s elites, think tanks, and (with few exceptions) our servile and incurious mass media.” We Who Dared to Say No to War: American Antiwar Writing from 1812 to Now edited by Murray Polner & Thomas E. Woods, Jr. (2008)

”War is Washington’s big business. The military-industrial complex has never been more profitable. Last year, 15,300 earmarks for defense spending went to projects carefully designed to gain adherents in every state. The F-22 fighter plane, for instance, has 1,000 subcontractors in 43 states. Electronic chips and secret superweapons are so complicated that profits can be hidden all along the production line well beyond the scrutiny of outsiders. Even newly planned missiles for Poland to ‘defend Europe’ from Iran may be less about a grand strategic design than simply about selling more arms. Russia’s resultant concerns and European dismay are considered inconsequential.”

These wars are land and resource grabs made on the backs of tortured souls. I am ashamed to find myself even in the company of such folks who find this remotely acceptable in any so-called advanced civilization.

So I spend a lot of time alone these days. So be it.

“What difference does it make to the dead, the orphans and the homeless, whether the mad destruction is wrought under the name of totalitarianism or the holy name of liberty and democracy?” Mohandas Gandhi

The Wisdom to Know the Difference

God grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference.

Do you have a favorite song? Did you love it from the first moment, or did it grow on you?

Do you have a favorite hobby? How did you find it? Was it passed down to you from a parent or seem to appear from nowhere?

Have you ever doodled, maybe even just randomly while chatting on the phone? What did you draw? Did you wonder why?

Have you ever pondered what makes your preferences your preferences?

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When confronted with your obvious limitations have you ever said, “F*ck off!”?

When you hear again and again, apparently sold with all the best of intentions the same menu: You can’t control the weather; You can’t fight the government; You can’t be David against Goliath; You can’t conquer the dragons; You can’t rise above your lot . . . Have you ever said, “Excuse me, why the bloody hell not?!”

Some are most certainly doing it, so why not me?

You can call that a sense of entitlement if you want. I call it something else entirely.

When Loyalty Equals Liability

The more you forgive evil, the more it proliferates. Your silence equals compliance.

There’s no incentive for evil-doers to do right when the contract among the immoral offers a cornucopia of quasi-spiritual nonsense for their deeds including, but not limited to: forgive, turn the other cheek, grin and bear it, be the bigger person, don’t make waves, go along to get along, find the silver lining, suffering builds character, that which doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, let bygones be bygones, and a fat load of similar crap I heard growing up from my ‘betters’ which I now find extremely cringe-worthy.

“If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.”

Read as: repress, dissociate, normalize, self-edit, put head back in sand, become a Prozac-smiling, tyrant-supporting, authority-repeating, happy daughter and compliant citizen.

”If liberty means anything at all, it means the right to tell people what they do not want to hear.” George Orwell

Stop resisting and the suffering will end, the spiritualists say. Really? And how’s that been working out for us? Because the microcosm of the family and the community is a direct reflection to the macrocosm of the institutions and ultimately the entire global political system.

“As I make clear in my book Battlefield America: The War on the American People, we’ll soon have to choose between self-indulgence (the bread-and-circus distractions offered up by the news media, politicians, sports conglomerates, entertainment industry, etc.) and self-preservation in the form of renewed vigilance about threats to our freedoms and active engagement in self-governance.” John Whitehead’s Commentary, The Omnipresent Surveillance State: Orwell’s 1984 Is No Longer Fiction June 10, 2019

For the average citizen endless war has been accepted. Mandatory vaccines are on the horizon. World governance looks inevitable. Weather manipulation goes unchallenged. Smart cities and robot bees and fake foods, and on and on.

We LOVE it ALL! Control us more, PLEASE!

Take away our very speech! We think it’s super-duper! The sooner we all think alike the better! What on earth are you waiting for?!

This is welcomed, those who are not going along out of fear, go along out of complacency, cluelessness, or collaboration.

Thus, what we are witnessing, in the so-called name of security and efficiency, is the creation of a new class system comprised of the watched (average Americans such as you and me) and the watchers (government bureaucrats, technicians and private corporations). Clearly, the age of privacy in America is at an end. JW

How did we get here? Let’s count the ways. Here’s one:

The New Age Movement Fraud, Unslaved episode 26

If you don’t lay blame where it is due, you cannot get on with serious work. Bypass at your peril. Drug or meditate your way to inner-peace so the guilty can remain blameless, and voilà one major reason why we find ourselves right here, right now.

According to Tsarion the New Age movement’s roots were in reaction to the charlatanism of centuries of Christianity and for that they do deserve some cred. OK, fine. But, you know these movements by their fruits. Has the society become better under their guidance? Are we more caring, more secure, more happy, healthy, connected, united, thanks to these preachings and teachings, because that’s what they keep promising us, and they’ve had plenty of time to prove themselves by now.

”Until they become conscious they will never rebel, and until after they have rebelled they cannot become conscious.” George Orwell

My Man!

We can paint him black, we can paint him white, we can paint him in rainbow colors or in muted tones. That’s what makes him awesome. I could spill out his worst qualities right now for my entire audience of about 12, and he’d still love me. Not only would he still love me, he wouldn’t be offended. He knows his worst qualities (perhaps thanks to me) and he does what every great man does with such wisdom, he works to change what he can, and he works to balance what he can’t change with love.

He has a ‘real’ job that makes me cringe! He does it with a bravery and consistency and stoicism that I can hardly even fathom.

Then he comes home and creates magic. He builds structure, raises the bacon, fixes the problems, big and small and well, other stuff, but we’ll keep this G-rated.

81130E1F-412A-40AC-A162-5A197E5C1901 — He built that, mostly alone, with just me as highly UNskilled laborer.

I could write a book about how wonderful he is, or I could write a book about how much better he could be, and he wouldn’t argue, and he wouldn’t say, “Why don’t you write a book about how much better YOU could be.” Because he knows me, and he knows how much time and effort I spend on trying to be a better me.

That he is a good provider, a good worker, a gentle-man, with a long list of other positive characteristics and attributes are all secondary to the way he earns my adoration. I am secure in my devotion because he does not ask me to self-erase. He does not expect me to falsify my experience to make him look good or feel better. Life squashing is not an amusement for him.

He knows when I’m hurting and he knows I’ll get through it, but he’ll face my tears with the same courage he faces the great big Gulf. And smile at the little ways I find to soothe myself, like goofy garden art. 🙂

I love you, my sweet, Happy Birthday! I hope and intend to be with you for the rest of them.

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