A new series for me, quite inspired actually, and not at all unrelated to our themes here on the wee homestead, even though that may not appear as immediately obvious.
We’re going to approach it in a completely non-confrontational, voluntary, super simple journey. KISS—keep it simple, stupid!
How does nature form the divine feminine?
Jolene by Dolly Parton
Are her fears valid? Does she spend her precious life energy protecting herself and her family from the perceived “Jolene”?
How does she do this—a boob job at 60? Bleached hair? Botox to make her eyes look brighter? How much time does she offer to her gods?
Maybe surrounding herself with only admirers, to boost her perceived public value?Maybe shaming attractive women who dare to compete? Maybe rebuffing conversations that make her uncomfortable?Maybe by using her charm to get out of yet another traffic ticket?
How does Hollywood exploit your/her vulnerabilities?
How do you give this level of low-brow passion-play manipulation a free pass to your psyche every damn day?Through your music, your soap operas, your cruise vacations, your TV programming, your social media?
And don’t pretend it started with flocking Instagram, bitches!Your mothers were raised on Harlequin and Shirley Temple. Get a bloody grip.
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.
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.
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.
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.
“Much like the Gestapo’s power to render anyone an enemy of the state, the FBI has the power to label anyone a domestic terrorist. As part of the government’s so-called ongoing war on terror, the nation’s de facto secret police force has begun using the terms “anti-government,” “extremist” and “terrorist” interchangeably.
Moreover, the government continues to add to its growing list of characteristics that can be used to identify an individual (especially anyone who disagrees with the government) as a potential domestic terrorist. For instance, you might be a domestic terrorist in the eyes of the FBI (and its network of snitches) if you:
Much like the Gestapo infiltrated communities in order to spy on the German citizenry, the FBI routinely infiltrates political and religious groups, as well as businesses.”
Some day soon we will all have to draw our proverbial line in the sand. Laws must be universally applied, by rich and poor, by the powerful as the disenfranchised, and by the lawless as the law-abiding. If those making the laws don’t follow them, then we are all living a charade. And please, make no mistake about it, they want us living in a fantasy-based reality while they usurp the entire natural world.
This is exactly what the establishment is pawning and now what we the little folk have come to accept. The establishment ‘intellectuals’ tell us such ludicrous lies and blatant baloney, like we should accept Vampirism, and we shrug and say, “Ok, whatever you say!”
FYI: 1905 Webster Dictionary definition of Vampire—from Vampyr, an imaginary demon from Greek mythology and “the practice of extortion”. Get it yet?!
Your silence is your acceptance.
“How did the Gestapo become the terror of the Third Reich?
It did so by creating a sophisticated surveillance and law enforcement system that relied for its success on the cooperation of the military, the police, the intelligence community, neighborhood watchdogs, government workers for the post office and railroads, ordinary civil servants, and a nation of snitches inclined to report “rumors, deviant behavior, or even just loose talk.”
In other words, ordinary citizens working with government agents helped create the monster that became Nazi Germany.
This is not to say that they were unaware of the Holocaust; Johnson demonstrates that millions of Germans must have known at least some of the truth. But, he concludes, ‘‘a tacit Faustian bargain was struck between the regime and the citizenry.’’ The government looked the other way when petty crimes were being committed. Ordinary Germans looked the other way when Jews were being rounded up and murdered; they abetted one of the greatest crimes of the 20th century not through active collaboration but through passivity, denial and indifference.
Much like the German people, “we the people” have become passive, polarized, gullible, easily manipulated, and lacking in critical thinking skills. Distracted by entertainment spectacles, politics and screen devices, we too are complicit, silent partners in creating a police state similar to the terror practiced by former regimes.” JW
Passion is not chaos. Drama is not intimacy. Love is not Care.
I am not you. You are not we.
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.
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.
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.
There are tears fogging my eyes and my jaw is on the floor listening to this monumental speech from this heroic Austrian-American woman.
She saw what National Socialism and Hitler’s rise to power did to her native country. She saw him voted into power by a nearly unanimous population, watched as he took over the education system, the healthcare system, established an intricate bureaucracy over all the farmers and business owners, forced registration of the guns and then confiscated them, and exert his tyranny over every aspect of life and death in the country.
You don’t have to be in the Tea Party or a devout Jesus worshiper to see she knows what she’s talking about. Of course when you search her online you get loads of slander about her coming up first, go figure.
What are her wise words of advice to us all from this octogenarian? Make sure you have plenty of ammo! Yes, m’aam!
This speech should be played in every classroom, boardroom, civic center, mall, warehouse across this entire country!
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!”
