Before you get upset by the Epstein drama, remember, the televised drama of the Iran-Contra scandal in the 80s, and how it is now a blockbuster hit with Tom Cruise. Now that’s progress!
Take a deep breath, count to 3, and just try to imagine: Who would you like to play the character of Epstein in this blockbuster drama 20 years from now?
Fun stuff, right?!
Aahhh . . . now doesn’t that feel better?
You’re welcome! 🙂
Before you go bonkers over the climate changing, remember Al Gore has a mansion and a yacht, like in this Looney Tunes clip, and just look what happened to him.
You see . . . Cartoon karma . . . It’s ALL for you!
Before you cry over the pension you will lose in order to pay for more criminal acts in the Imperialist forever wars and everyday fleecing, just listen, and, relax.
Listen to the lyrics . . .and just . . .relax.
Or, if you’re an adult, and have had enough of the history repeating, perhaps this article is just the thing for you. No pressure! A bit of light reading before bed, perhaps?
We have all been misguided, of that I have not a shred of doubt anymore. Our culture, our history, our news, our entertainment, our religions, our future, have been fabricated and falsified and manipulated in such horrific ways as most folks can hardly fathom.
And it’s going to get worse. This is not some apocalyptic vision of mine, there are plenty of those going around, and for a very long time. Forever, even. I’m a tiny fraction of a grain of sand in that vast hourglass.
“. . . A clown-like, grinning mockery of the victim(s) as a show of power and macabre arrogance.When this is performed in a veiled manner, accompanied by certain occult signs and symbolic words and elicits no meaningful response of opposition or resistance from the target(s), it is one of the most efficacious techniques of psychological warfare and mind-rape.”—Michael Hoffman, Secret Societies and Psychological Warfare
We can lay blame, and I often do, on our own selves, as well as others. I didn’t invent society, I can’t change the shit-show I was born into, that was fate, or something. You can complain your shit-show was worse, or better, and I won’t argue. I imagine most folks around the world had it much worse, or better, for whatever that means.
When faced with this truth, the truth that we’ve all bought a pack of lies, we don’t have a lot of choice on how we react—anger, resentment, bitterness, confusion, frustration, apathy, hope, forgiveness, fear—the list goes on. I know all these reactions have value, I take them seriously, I dismiss none of them as of more or less value than another.
But when they are not a transitory state, but where one then chooses to reside, we’ve allowed the reaction to dissolve action. We must make great effort to move from the reaction to the response.
Our response, not our reaction, is what defines our humanity. Every animal will react in fight, flight, fawn, freeze, in order to save their own skin, unless they are impaired.
Human nature has a higher calling. You stand for, you stand against, it doesn’t matter, you’ve got to take a stand. Once you’ve taken a stand, you know you fall, you know what falling feels like. That is the wisdom of the gods.
A boxer once told me, while I was cringing, trying to be polite in delicately couching the fact that I hate his so-called sport — “Boxers don’t train to fight. We train to get back up.”
I was flabbergasted at the wisdom in that simple statement, which I’d never considered before, and with which he was able to so tactically and efficaciously respond to my reaction.
I think of this now, because, as much as I never liked sports, or games, still I’m somehow wired to think strategy. I was born into a game I don’t understand, which no one gave me the tools or teachings to navigate, but to which I was expected to adapt nonetheless. At some point I chose, and still choose, to not simply adapt.
I’m weakening, physically, but my mind and tongue are still sharp enough to benefit where age and injury weigh me down. I think that’s a sign of one’s wisdom years, now beckoning me to return to the studies that will find new meaning in re-engagement, with now decades of life experience to inform on their deeper meanings and interpretations.
I feel blessed for this time and space and luxury to reconsider.
In high school one of our teachers played a trick on us, an ‘experiment’ for which we were uninformed and had given no consent.
Half-way through the year he changed the grading scale.It became the new rule that we would have to earn a higher score in order to get the same grade.So, to get an ‘A’ now meant achieving a 95% instead of a 90%, a B required 85% instead of 80%, and so on.
Once the year and the experiment were finished we learned this ‘research’ was part of his dissertation, and that it had ‘worked.’His purpose was to prove that students would earn the grade they think they are capable of, and not try harder or achieve less.He was working on a PhD in sociology.
I was one of the ones who ‘succeeded’ in proving his point.I would’ve gotten a ‘B’ in his class, instead I got an ‘A,’ thanks to his arbitrary new rules.I was expected to be grateful for this.When I complained, this teacher, in classic narcissistic fashion, couldn’t imagine how his successful experiment would bother anyone, especially someone who ‘benefitted’ from it.
Narcissists don’t look any further than their own noses to justify their actions.Was he concerned what it took for me to earn those extra 5% points?Did he care that my motivation was simply not to get a ‘C’ in his class, because at home we were not allowed to get C’s in school.My mom would’ve been extremely disappointed and my allowance docked.I put myself through months of stress to avoid this fate, including quitting an extra-curricular activity in order to spend more time on his class.My other grades that year suffered, thanks to him, and I was sick more often.
Oh, but it ‘worked!’He achieved the results he desired by manipulating everyone else.The ends justify the means, according to these types, even though they never bother to ask what those means actually meant to anyone.
When it became clear to me, once a teacher myself, that I was being used as a flying monkey for narcissists and psychopaths, I quit, remembering this moment in particular.I was expected to compromise my students’ autonomy, their privacy, their trust—not to mention my own ethics—in order to comply with the orders streaming down from above, and constantly changing.
This has become the new normal.“Get on board, or get out,” was what I was commanded.I know I chose wisely to get out.Most of my colleagues did not.
This is obviously a societal issue not isolated to the realm of education.Not only are we expected to accept the experimentation done on us in the name of whatever the psychopaths upstairs command—whether that’s with the weather, the vaccines, the 5G, the Frankenfoods, the forever wars, the pathetic political theatre, and the relentless social engineering that is off-the-charts insane, like the rebranding of pedophilia as a ‘preference’—we’re supposed to be grateful for the opportunity to be their guinea pigs in whatever brand of f**ckery they care to shoot down the pipeline next.
At one time I blamed solely the narcissists and psychopaths for this clear social dysfunction they are perpetrating.
But after further research and contemplation I realized this is a dysfunctional relationship, where those flying monkeys and order-followers and social climbers are clearly benefitting from the tyranny inflicted on all of us through their lack of moral fiber and courage, greed, apathy, laziness, fear, and/or whatever other personal character issues they refuse to grow beyond.
Someday the social climbers will lament, probably when they suddenly find themselves under the boot—but, where have all the heroes gone?!
I cherish that day, when I will respond with a condescending shrug and smug grimace and say, “Looks like they don’t work for the tyrants and their minions anymore!”
Great read here from the Asylum, hope you’ll take a moment!
I will add my personal touch to the opening paragraph about understanding among long relationships. I think there’s an ‘astral’ or cosmic element to this—a kind of repel and attract, that’s part of a greater field we’ve no real control over. I know that sounds rather mystical, maybe that’s what often comes with age?
But as an example, when Hubby and I are ‘on’ as in ‘connected’ we communicate easily even without words sometimes, completely effortlessly, like two seasoned dancers in a perfect duet, gliding through the day together.
And then, another time, we get nothing but stepping on each other’s toes, losing our words as if our balance, talking past each, getting aggravated over nothing—just like that—like our tempo suddenly shifted. The astrologers might suggest Venus went retrograde, or something like this.
Or, the conspiracy theorist in me might muse, someone might be deliberately altering our frequencies with Directed Energy Weapons.!
Baffling reality. 🙂
“People understand me so poorly that they don’t even understand my complaint about them not understanding me.” ― Søren Kierkegaard, The Journals of Kierkegaard If you’ve been with your significant other, for any substantial amount of time, the above quote is something you’ve probably muttered to yourself in some fashion or another, and then quickly forgotten the misunderstanding […]
I know this woman does not buy her own B.S.!She’s a tool of the Club of Rome and a nitwit to boot, and I say that in the nicest way, since I think the lot of those ‘running’ with her are total SODS.
How do I KNOW she does not buy her own B.S? Good question.
Because she knows it’s not about race, because she lived in southern Texas and she lived in Michigan, and unless she’s totally delusional, she knows there are no race wars happening here, at all, since, like 196-.
Give me a damn break, please!
I was just at the laundromat, I go regular now, since our washer broke, again, because unless you pay $1,000 you get a pile of crap.
Anyway, I like the laundromat, to be frank.I learn a lot.
What I learned this last visit?I did not understand but every 10th word from my local kinsmen in rural East Texas. “Bingo” that’s what was being discussed. Literally, Bingo, the game, that’s one of the only words I understood, and I speak a conversational level of several languages. This was, apparently, English.Bless their hearts, they even tried to include me in the conversation.
“But, I’m not a ‘game person’,” I tried to explain, and the elderly black woman who I could hardly understand, generously trying to include me, with sweet yet cataract eyes, speaking my own language, in my own town, said, ‘me neither!’ For shame you so-called spiritual leader pretending there is conflict here, or there, of just a color nature!
I’ve NEVER felt threatened here, or anywhere, just by some ‘black threat’. Nor them from my ‘white privilege’. We are at the laundromat together, you f*cking brat.
And this so-called “spiritual teacher” Marianne Williamson, is a fraud of the highest degree.
”May We Engineer the Climate? Not only is the science of climate engineering uncertain; the legal issues are also highly uncertain. Although existing international law does not specifically limit the freedom of states to undertake climate engineering, the international community would likely demand a say should climate engineering move from the realm of speculation to concrete proposals. The experience of other environmental regimes, however, suggests that developing an international decision-making mechanism would be difficult, and that the international community might opt for a simple prohibition on climate engineering on grounds of ‘precaution’.”
And, ready now, steady now, last one, folks! Take your time here, it’s the wild card, how will you play it, will you get the picture? And, if you get the picture, will you see the forest f/or the trees?
Is our culture in a bottomless well, free falling since, well, I don’t know when, exactly?
But the decline sure seemed to accelerate sometime during the decade of the 1980s.
Aptly named album: “The Road to Ruin” — song: “I want to be sedated” — That about sums it up, no?
I think there’s only two lines of lyrics yelled to a monstrous ‘melody’ that gets stuck in your head like a really bad TV ad. Included here for illustration purposes only. Please, don’t listen, unless you have an immediate and effective brainwashing remedy to get the slime out.
What sophisticated music fills my adolescent memories?Bach? Tchaikovsky? Dvorak?
Well, I was enamored with the ballet for a while, so I’m luckier than many. And, of course there was Bugs Bunny. I fear the kids today don’t even have good cartoons anymore!
In more ways than I can currently count, I think Crrow777 is spot on when he repeats the old adage: “All roads lead to Rome.” Unfortunately it seems to mirror the lame cliche: “What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.”
For those in the rest of the world trying to figure out what kind of insanity is happening in this country, let me assure y’all, we have only a few clues, and please do understand, Americans are the most propagandized population in the world, I’d be willing to bet.
George Carlin had it as close to right as I’ve heard so far: American Bullshit. Brilliant.
Nonsense.So many of these old adages should be read as the exact opposite.
The Truth will burden you mercilessly.It will chain you down.It will promise to crush you.
That’s why most folks can’t handle the truth, don’t seek it out even momentarily, and change the subject if you try to broach it, even when it’s coated in marzipan.
But it rarely comes candy-coated.
If you’re an animal lover it will come in the form of a video clip from Siberia of a mink being skinned alive and shrieking in tones that will haunt you for a lifetime.
If children are your greatest weakness it will come in the form of the decades of elite pedophiles and abusers regularly affronting you in the news, with nothing of consequence ever being done about it.
If nature is your refuge you will see, over and over, images of its destruction, forests burning, waters poisoned, skies sprayed with toxins, atmosphere altered in horrid alien ways.
If you are a foodie, an aesthetic, a lover of beauty, a Dionysian even, you will watch it all destroyed to make way for concrete and cardboard, and synthetic, tasteless, lifeless, gaudy goo.
If you’ve been cursed with the trait called ‘sensitivity’ you’ll be harpooned with each of these in turn, flashing in neon, at all hours of the day and night.
The truth is, you can’t handle the truth.
I can’t handle the truth.
I work at it, constantly.
It promises to break me, daily.
One aligns with Truth, not because it will set you free, but because it conquers all.
