The Vice of Kings: A Book Review

The Vice of Kings: How Socialism, Occultism, and the Sexual Revolution Engineered a Culture of Abuse by Jasun Horsley

On the pervasiveness of child sexual abuse and trafficking in the global culture, Horsley’s book adds a critical dimension of insight.  Examining his own upbringing in elite, or at least wannabe elite circles, he weaves an intricate tapestry of how these deplorable practices have come to be accepted and even to proliferate in our modern era.

From the back cover: “The Vice of Kings maps the shadowy intersection between progressive politics, psychosexual research, intelligence programs, behavior modification, occult ritual and philosophy, and organized child abuse, to reveal long-term social and cultural engineering goals throughout the twentieth and twenty-first centuries.”

This book is a conspirology, to use his own terminology.  In it he takes the ‘whistleblower’s path’  which is a path I deeply respect, but which socially, as he rightly claims is: “the lowest and most despised station of all, a traitor not just to my class but to my blood—a dirty rat.”

“To bring it down to very simple terms, and to what I know for sure: The conspiratorial legacy I have inherited is that my father hated his father and was never able, or willing, to tell us why. He died still hating him, perhaps partially because he could never talk about the reasons why.  My brother also hated his father, and likewise died with (into?) that hatred. I am the last man standing, left staring at a powerful ancestral bond of hatred that, like Shakespeare, goes back countless generations. To begin to understand how and why this bond was created is to start to dissolve the hatred with understanding, which is the first stirring of love. But it also means looking more closely at the reasons for that hatred, and so finding the source of it.  And the closest, most immediate source is right here and now, within myself.”

He discusses at length the influence of The Fabian Society, well-known to conspiracy researches as the ‘wolf in sheep’s clothing’ of social engineering groups, displayed proudly on their ‘logo’. 

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I became interested in his work hearing this interview on Skeptiko: https://skeptiko.com/jasun-horsley-socio-spiritual-engineering-392/

“The prevalence of child sexual abuse in our society is a bitter pill to swallow. The idea that it could be organized, systemic and intentional (part of a ‘hidden policy’) is a whole bottle of bitterness.  Correlation does not equal causation; just because we can map an interest in promoting the idea of child sexuality, or in prematurely sexualizing children through various forms of interference, or, most disturbingly of all, in using the psychological trauma (stress) of sexual abuse to ‘crack’ psyches open and thereby shape culture at large, none of this proves that widespread child sexual abuse is a direct result of these interests or agendas. But I trust even the most skeptical reader will allow for some relation between the two.”

I’ve found this book to be a valuable contribution in navigating the shadowy world of the swamp creatures where the culture-shapers roam.

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Totally normal, nothing wrong here, the kids love playing dress-up, that’s all.

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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Trump’s Lies

President Trump is the true trump card because he is a master manipulator.  This is a skill that is highly prized in American culture—the gift and craft of the card sharks, the Players—we reward this brand of flinchless bluffing with high praise and big $$$.

We even give its own fun, fuzzy word, so it doesn’t sound like lying. Just bluffing.

Most of Trump’s lies are lies of omission.  A perfect example would be his recent lie about this being a good year for farmers in America.  For a select few corporate farmers this has indeed been a very good year.  All you have to do is show a couple tall smiling types in cowboy hats on stage while presenting this Trumpspectacle and the public buys it.  Sure, a miserable few know the whole truth, but the majority believe their eyes and ears and not their sense of reason, which is why this tactic works so well.

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As long as a few are getting fabulously rich, it doesn’t matter what the hordes of losers think.

The truly clueless ones will play along each election and convince themselves, despite all odds, that the next guy will be different.

Update: Trump’s USDA Trade Bailout Flows to City Slickers, a D.C. Lobbyist and ‘Farms’ on Golf Courses

Losers we are indeed, according to the sociopaths running this asylum, because we’re not good at their Big Games, yet we keep coming back for more.  Wouldn’t you be feeling bloated and boastful in their shoes?  They keep winning, while we keep playing and after all—All’s fair in love and war, and it’s always about love and war.  That sums up the entirety of modern life and politics right there.

We’ve got the great ‘lovers’ like Epstein on one side of the ring of distraction and division, and the great warmongers on the other.  And what a match it is!  Timeless, universal, griping dramatic strategy all around—we are indeed privileged in this country to have a front-row seat—just like George Carlin joked to laughing audiences for decades.

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Isn’t it so funny?!  They got us again, how about that!  The little devils, how do they keep getting away with it?

Such a mystery! Whatever will they come up with next?!
Stay tuned . . . I’m sure the next gripping episode is right around the corner.

Thelema Trumps Agape?

Passion is not chaos.  Drama is not intimacy.  Love is not Care.
I am not you.  You are not we.

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If you insist my blood, sweat and tears be used to line your pockets, then I will instead choose to fertilize the roses with them.

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If you insist I choose your laws over my own well-being then I will break those laws by every means, hook or crook.

If you insist I donate my organs to serve your nefarious aims, then those organs will come to you riddled with the poisons I willfully ingest, that I gorge on simply for the pleasure of poisoning your agenda deeper in return.

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If you insist I offer my thoughts to you, measured, tempered, on your silver platter, twisted in pretty plaits and coated in marzipan, thine will be done, my Lord and Master, but their bitter core you will still ingest.

So still we dance that macabre dance, mon seigneur.

The Shadow is NOT the Dragon

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!

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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?

Say No to Psychology by Michael Tsarion

People will do anything, no matter how absurd, in order to avoid facing their own soul – Carl Jung

Unslaved Podcast:

Killing the Shadow Self: The Making of One-Dimensional Man

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Right the Wrongs

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

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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.

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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.

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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.

Well-fed Sheep

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.