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the miraculous white supremacy

the miraculous white supremacy is a random off the wall word project with little to no meaning or context, much like white supremacy in the US and I needed a year long project just in case.

365 day of ideas and topics to deliberate, things to do and see, something to write home about or not.

defiantly dadaish.

got an idea to add, comment below, I’ll add it to the day with credit (if you want).

no cost to participate, a.k.a free.

started 082017

Day 1. winning the lottery could cure the mundane.

Day 2. go to the Trevi Fountain write about something there no one will ever read.

Day 3. people create things, write songs, make inventions and each inventor declares that some low income based family receive a chunk of the financial benefits of the creation.

Day 4.  in three words.

Day 5. 4327.18

a. national cherry popsicle day is fast approaching, stock up! (jasper)

Day 6. in America it’s every man for himself – in the US Corporations you’re an employee, prepare to die for the profits of Wall Street.

Day 7.


a. it’s all yours, tanks!

Day 8. do you ever suffer from hydro-oxi evapotranspiration?

Day 9.
“That which is falling must also be pushed.” -Nietzsche

“Having a high IQ only makes you clever it doesn’t make you smart” -ish

“…. he wasn’t much into fame or fortune, and though the death was tragic and sad, it was highly unusual. No one had ever drowned by eating too much watermelon before. He made it into the Guinness World Record Book. Death By Watermelon. Killed by a pink squash. You just couldn’t make that up.”

Day 10. “So like I ask God for help and he’s all like, “Okay, here, go pick up this shit up again!” And I’m like, “Wait a sec, let me check my numbers, and then I’m like thinkin’ what’s the point of living?””

The Nazi party died in 1944 – the tyrants today are behind all the wars and run all the banks. You’re angry and fighting an imagination put in your head by your masters, they control the media. Turn off your TV, your chains will turn to dust.

Are you awash in savings?

Day 11. every once in a while it’s good to ask, “Why are we here?”

Day 12. just how deep does my autist run? Today I read War and Peace, the Brothers Karamazov, listen to 41 Mozart symphonies, baked a crumb cake, cleaned out the junk drawer, touched up all my paintings and folded 5 grocery bags.

Day 13. epoh?
no response is a response

Day 14. swordfish

slowing I turn, step by step, inch by inch

Day 15. Normies are everywhere!
So this government person, Equifax and Hillary Clinton walk into a bar…

Day 16. why fee fie foo fum
has anyone ever actually died of embarrassment?

Day 17. there’s this old(er) gentleman in my building, he’s a little crazy, but I guess in a good way. He’s tall, least 6 feel +, white hair, wears a tweed cap, bent over a bit forward and he’s a heavy walker. He does mostly nice things, odd, but nice. Like he’ll buy candy or flowers, fruits or yogurt; I think for himself, or maybe it’s for someone else, not really sure, but he always seems to have a little extra of what ever he buys. Same with either a storage locker or maybe he goes to a thrift store… not really sure. I see him couple times a week and noticed he always ends up giving some, if not all, of the stuff he has with him away either to people in the building or people walking by. Today he gave me a scratch off lottery ticket. I won $100! How bout dat?

Day 18. just then

“… just then she realized he wanted her dead.”

“…just then the north wind blew through the prairie and cleared the land.”

“…just then a letter arrived.”

“… just then he found a strudel.”

“…just then ja ja ja.”

“… just then it was a cold and rainy night.”

“…just then she realized that she was stuck on number 18.”

“…just then…, just then…”

“…just then, it was time for bed.”

“…just then it was time to wake up.”

“…just then the coffee was ready to serve.”

“…just then the light flickered.”

“…just then the phone rang.”

“…just then he vanished.”

“…just then a letter arrived.”

“…just then he was rich!”

“…just then the glass glass fell.”

“…just then a child appeared out of no where.”

“…just then he lit up a smoke.”

“…just then his phone died.”


Day 19. Today is the ?? anniversary of discovering that I could toss kleenex into the toilet and not the garbage.

Day 20. George Orwell Elementary School.

Day 21. Later is always now.

what daemons took you?

Day 22. Fingale’s Cave Tours

I am but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a handsaw.


Day 23.superseikendensetsu 3

benevolent emperor ~xadiem



Day 24.

Torches of Freedom


Day 25.
Embrace the Suck

Day 26. angry weather makes me angry!

-kicked in the groin, found it



Day 27. today

this too

and this

Day 28. nobody’s coming and you’re never going to win.

Day 29. right time, right place for everything, coming to a theatre soon.

Day 30. new tv ad – “dying is hard, dying alone sucks!”

be prepared – only $29.99


-People are given so many blessings in life. Of course they are not distributed evenly and many could argue even fairly, but there comes a time when you are certain the bowl is empty, you’ve used the spatula to it’s full extent and the bowl is all, but licked clean. The question now is, what do you do? We will talk about that issues and more tonight, right after the commercial break.

-does eczema really cause heartache?
is the heartbreak of psoriasis real or just another conspiracy theory?

Day 31.

Day 32. Good news for parents, 80% of you fail. That’s right your kids hate you like you hate your parents for mostly no good reasons. Find solace in that.

…and we’ll be back to descending on the path to nihilism and mediocrity right after these messages.

Day 33.

Day 34.
This is the water and this is the well, drink full and descend.
The horse is the white of the eyes and dark within -David Lynch
cDay 34.

wanted audience

Day 34.
time stopped

Day 37.
there comes a time when love turns to hate that turns to indifference that turns to art.

Day 38.

summer has ended… 
Day 39.

nihilist band names

irony escapes
civic failure
in passing
cheap shit
money hungry
defiant dadaist
here comes the apocalypse
satan’s love child
bad seed
i hate my job
infected finger
band width
fucking flash drive
i hate this computer
ms windows sucks (last good OS was WIN95)
the end

Day 40.
I met this incredible man, he said he could send me back to the beginning of my life and that I could relive it all over again, and if I go back soon I would remember everything I know now and could change all the bad things and relive all the good things over, even make them better. He said that I would still meet all the people I have known throughout my life so far.

Day 41.
falling into madness

Day 42.
“The leaf cries out in pain as it rakes you” -metokur

It’s that time of year again for, Little Death Words of Wisdom:
remember when you’re an utter failure you can cry all you want, no one will care. focus now on the moment when you won’t wake up – find solace and comfort in that, make it a little game now, cause, well later you’ll miss the moment. don’t be too hard on yourself, take it one day at a time, the end is inevitable and once you reach your goal, well… it won’t matter. namaste. don’t forget to treat yourself now, go ahead open that new box of band aids rather than use the last 2 old ones, YOLO! look around you, is this how you want them to find all your things, in such disarray? don’t worry, you’ll be dead. is it really worth going through all the books looking for that $20 you hid in one of them for a rainy day 10 years ago? prioritize. when the day comes, how will you be remembered? again, you’ll be dead, it won’t matter. work on those memory skills now. what happens to all the internet stuff when you die? have you thought of all the people who have typed in forums, on blogs, left comments, pictures, unfinished

Day 43.
today I went to the grocery store, picked up the usual, bread, milk, cheese, eggs, butter, cereal, coffee, leaches, lettuce, sleuth, and honey. when I arrived home and put the goods away at the bottom of one of the bags was a bottle of nail polish. xtreane nail polish #139. what is the meaning of this?

I read a poem today, or was it a short story or a dream story or poem? it was in spanish, in the story an old short man accosted another man, the old man was looking to create a bouquet of blue eyes for his lover. defiantly not neruda.



if I had a cafe…. I’d have Bunuel et al, Hitchcock and Fellini clips, my own work of course, along with all the other interesting finds on youtube, with permission, projected, running all day. Id have a side room for special no talking film events which included live piano or chamber music for silent films weekly, radio theater for the holidays and the best homemade cakes, stews and soups this side of the Mississippi all reasonably priced.


Day 44.
“…to live in fear is to be a slave.” Roy Batty, Bladerunner


fiat justitia ruat cælum

Day 45.

Day 46.

need to stop scaring the middle class with the poor


Day 47.
hurry, think of something quick!
Day 47.
into the blue again

must use this


Day 48.
you could have it all…

Day 49.

Day 50.
better, but shaky

boomers turned out to be greedy, pedos and perverts
Gen X & Y Nihilists YOLOs
Millennial self absorbed n bat-shit crazy
Gen Z the new commies and nazis


Day 51.
got to be hard to always hate half of who you are and to admit that genetics and race are real.

with all the differences between alt-right n alt-left; including blm/antifa, one topic they have in common is Israel, funding and favor.

still, one needs to ask, if the white race, is so gullible, so uncaring for their own people, are they worth bothering over?


Faith is believing in something you know to be untrue



Day 52.


Day 53.


some game toons

Day 54.


Day 55.
Monday – chicken curry special or masala dosa, muttar paneer & salade
Tuesday – carrot miso and grinder
Wednesday – red chicken ench cilantro
Thursday – string pot roast whole carrots and oven baked russet potatoe
Friday – swordfish asparagus capers
Saturday – chicken chili fresh whole grain bread irish butter
Sunday – salmon strawberry cucumber

always on hand:
eggs all ways
home frys with farmer cheese and pepper (hot sauce)
crapes and swedish pancakes with lingering
carrot orange juice
beet wheat grass w/ pineapple or grapefruit
mixed berry cream custard smoothie
homemade cherry, chunk apple pie
apple pudding bread
cranberry quick bread w/ sunflower seeds or walnut
one seasonal: pumpkin, strawberry rhubarb, blackberry, blueberry
cold gazpacho, tomato soup and cheese sandwich (seasonal)

cinnamon stick coffee
drosty cocoa
real whipped cram
hot chai black tea
sleepy time

Day 56.

Oswald and Warren Commission – Live In Dallas



Day 57.



white genocide

Today’s Visualization
christ on a cracker

Day 58.
looking for the light in 1000 metaphors


Day 59.

the only good time to be a centrist is when someone asks you, what’s for dinner?

spring ahead fall behind now it’s back to real time

Missing for over 7 months long lost hour finally returns home.

a man is wakened, startled
he sits up in bed
he squints, rubs his his eyes
struggles in the dark peering down a windowless hallway
he sees a familiar shadow
he struggles to look, acclimate
a stark realization comes over him
he leans forward and cries, “Come to me Sunny Boy!”
he knows, he is now certain
he sits upright, extends his hands upwards, the creature flies into his open arms, they embraces, they hug tightly for a moment then fall away into sleep, united and happy once again for that long lost hour.

the biggest bubble in the US is the one you’re living in your head
hedge funds and big banks have managed to steal almost every penny off boomers
they are now dying in debt average is $63k

Day 60.
A Short Story
It was a dark and stormy night and then there was this little old lady who every Thursday afternoon and Sunday morning would take a bath though she was partial to showers, and on Sundays she would wash her hair (description). She would tidy up around the place a little, make ready the trash, check clothes, air the place out, do the dishes and make a healthy lunch or sup. Usually a salad (description) [more on the ritual of making ready for the event]. The event was – wtl/ctn – tbc.

Day 61.

… last words were, “Leaving now, goodbye.” Yet, in those three words lay so much, a whole life of things said and unsaid.Yet, even though they held immediate relief, there was a guilt and regret that would haunt and linger until his death, and they came in the quiet moments, the moments that gave excuse to self-medicate, remain in a now vanquished and hopeless relationship. Regrets do that, they travel in packs and attack when sullen and alone. Some reach out to animated spirits while other look to the grave and into the dark unknown.


Day 62.

Big Foot

How is it that one can be the nicest, most pleasant person in the world and yet, be completely unaware of the way in which one takes their stride? Like an approaching train full of iron and heavy coal, a cyclone swirling fast as it draws near, a truck on a road full of exploded land mines, 21 consecutive pianos falling from the roof of a 5 floor walk up… add at will…


A Happy Tragic Tale

There was a man, poor in purse, who inherited his father’s bad luck, [the logic], one day he realized that regardless of all his efforts he could not move forward in life so he decided to give it up. He sold all his possession, cashed in what little pension he had, maxed out all his credit cards; which was harder to do that one would think, then took off to see the world.  -[ the world  ]- The plan in the end was to jump off the highest cliff and plunge to his death [the death].


Day 63.
I have a dream where I am lost in an alien land. We are surrounded by foreign faces. We are strangers in a land tamed by our ancestors. Our numbers continue to decline. Our hopes continue to fade. I am afraid. I am afraid.

I live in the 21st century. Here, at the end of western civilization. I’m so despondent about everything. Everything I try goes completely wrong. There is no escape from this hole here. I feel drained. So far I still haven’t found a real purpose in life. Sometimes I’m afraid to get out of bed in the morning, and there’s noting to get up for.

But, I begin to see reality for what it is, rather than what I wanted it to be…  but then everything changes. Apathy becomes idealism. Cynicism gives way to stoicism. A generation of men find their purpose to proudly carry the flame of their ancestors into a new century.

I begin to change. I harden myself for what it come. I learn to steady my rifle. Yet, I have not discarded my compassion. Once a man is robbed of everything, when is destiny is no longer his own, then, when he has nothing left, he is free.

I still have that dream where I am lost in an alien land. We are still surrounded by foreign faces. We are still strangers in a land tamed by our ancestors. Our numbers still continue to decline. Our hopes still continue to fade, but I am not afraid. I am not afraid. – anonymous

What the heck were you thinking? There are no excuses, how could you not know better. How could you let this happen? There’s no rhyme or reason. There are not enough words regarding the outcome, no explanations that could suffice. I’ve seen some ill-gotten behaviors in my day, but this is beyond all comprehension. How on earth could you just up and die?

  Sacred Flame – Lagerlöf [pg 221]
Day 64.

An Ongoing Conversation – Overheard:
Two people who do not know each other, but know of each other at opposite ends of a cafe.

N: “What makes this person think I’d be interested in any of this drivel?”
S: “His last work really sucked, guy’s a narcissist. Why do I bother to help?.”

E: “You do know the faults we see in others is what we hate most in ourselves?”
S: “He wishes she were dead so he wouldn’t have to think or worry.”
E: “Fucking karma,eh?”
S: “You don’t believe in that shit, do you?
E: “I don’t know, sometimes I do.”
S: “What did she do?”
E: “Not sure, he won’t talk about it, acts like nothing’s wrong.”
S: “Weird. When I ask how’s she doing, he always says she’s fine.”
E: “Yeah, but he hasn’t seen her in 10 years.”
S: “Really weird!”
E: “Yeah, fucked up.”
E: “Ya know, someone said something nice about her to him a couple times and he said, “Thank you,” like nothing was wrong, but he hasn’t even talked to her in 10 years? Well not 10 years, but almost.”
S: “Still.”
E: “Yeah, still, that’s fucked up.”
S: “Yeah, that’s fucked up.”
E: “Now I’m curious.”
S: “Hmm?”
E: “Why?”
S: “Why what?”
E: “Why, what happen? How can he be that way?”
S: “I don’t know. I think I want some cocoa. With whipped cream!”
E: “I’m thinking I’ll have the Mexican coffee.”
S: “Mmmm, that sounds yummy, what is it?
E: “It’s the house blend with a cinnamon stick soaking in the pot and real whipped cream, a little sugar or honey.”
S: “Wow that sounds good. Now I don’t know what I want.”
[they settle on the coffee]
S: “Still, To produce a kid who hates his mother that much, she must have sold him into slavery.”
E: “Or spoiled him rotten.”
S: “You think so?”
E: “Yeah, did you ever meet her?”
S: “Once, maybe twice.”
E: “He was always so rude to her.”
S: “Really, I never noticed. She was pretty quiet, didn’t stick around long, but now that you mention it…”
E: “You couldn’t be too nice to him or he would talk to you like, like, like…”
S: “Like you were putting him out?”
E: “Exactly! And he knew he was doing it too.”
S: “I wonder what makes people the way they are? I hope I don’t do that.”
E: “Nah, you’re a good egg.”
S: “What caused the fall out?”
E: “Well the way SW tells it, he helped her move and then never called her again. Then when she’d call him he sounded like she was putting him out. That was that.”
SW: “Hey guys!”
S & E: “Well speak of the devil!”
SW: “I am what I am!”
SW: “What did I do to speak of?”
E: “Oh, not you, we were talking about NW”
S: “Well, about him and his mother.”
SW: “Yeah was tragic, I guess.”
E: “Tragic?”
SW: “Yeah she’s dead, they found her about a month ago.”
E: “Holy shit, that’s just so weird, what happen?!”
SW: “Man, I don’t know if I can say it without crying, she left this really long letter. He let me read it. Fucking breaks your heart. I don’t think anyone can feel that deep and live very long in this world.”
E: “Whoa! Shit! I don’t want to know.”
N: “I do.”
SW: “We’ll not here, let’s go someplace else, but I gotta eat first I’m starving!”

N: “Oh hey,”
W: “Hey.”
W: “Well?”
N: “Well What?”
W: “Did you get them?”
N: “Yes.”
W: “When will they arrive?”
N: “One year.”
W: “A year?!”
N: “Yep.”
W: “Why a year?”
N: “That’s actually pretty fast, they have to build them and program them.”
W: “How does that all work?”
N: “There was a long questionnaire and I had to send a bunch of photos.”
W: “Are you sure you want to do this.”
N: “Too late now, and yes, I thought about it a long time.”
W: “How are you going to explain all this to everyone?”
N: “I was thinking I’d move. I’ve got a year, so it wouldn’t look suspicious. Some place no one will knows us.”
W: “That’s pretty smart.”
N: “I thought so.”

Day 65.



Day 66.
Recipe for Rage
Imagine if you will holding a smart phone in your hand and through some strange transference you could actually feel and see the lives, the pain, the anguish of the people who work to put it all together. You walk in their shoes, you see their lives, feel the endless hours, the boring days doing the same thing over and over and over and over again, reaching the point and understanding how death would bring peace to an imprisoned life with no end. Follow as they lead you through these empty lives all so you can waste away time using some clever ap, a trivial game, send a pointless text message, ignoring what is really important and worthwhile all by choosing to remain ignorant of their suffering. Then imagine there is someone looking into you who is now holding and feeling all the sorrow, pain, and future regrets you’ve set aside and like those workers choose to ignore. Bake for 30 minutes.

Could it go there? Does that question even matter?

the rise of AI
To produce a kid who hates his mother than much, she must have sold him into slavery or spoiled him rotten.

“Knowledge is knowing what to gather, wisdom is knowing what to leave out” -ish

“An absolute truth, no matter where you go on this planet, in this dimension, in our time, the only place you are truly free, is in your mind.” -ish

I am the archetypal unperson
the one who bowls alone
nihilism is my middle name
cynicism my bread and butter
apathy is what I long for at the end of the day

I am told I have inherited nothing from my ancestor
I am told not to carry anything with pride
I am told it is all my fault
I am told I should die alone

then let me go
no more shall I count the hour
no more prayers for the swift end
no ashes no dust no element shall be saved
no compassion for those who will remain.

Day 67.
new side little project – #swpl

Day 68.
Day 69.

“Come, gentlemen, I hope we shall drink down all unkindness.” -Shakespeare
can you hear me now?

we gone from howdy neighbor, to who is my neighbor? to as long as it’s not me, now we’ve crossed into every man for himself. I can understand now why people get religion. every decade, every year, every month, week, day and hour it all gets more and more convoluted. Lies do that.
how many people each year die of a broken heart?

Day 70.
Oppenheimer’s bomb was really just a fancy intellectual box once owned by Pandora.

well I’ll be! Manson wasn’t guilty of hypnotizing those girls, it was all a terrible corrupt, drug deal gone wrong, propaganda of lies. The DA, the judge, the lawyers, the police, the prisons, even the media, they all lied to cover their asses, make money or gain status and power, and who cares about a depression era jailbird, mentally ill, con-artists drifter from the mid-west? Some Humans really suck!

Day 71.
before the wizard left his mind; upon their death they’re so inclined, with hermetic word and gesture did he move, for there was nothing left to prove. His voice did rise with a powerful breath his last words rung with poise and depth. “Right here is where I took a stand, and down below; his pointed hand, is where you’ll go if unworthy be, my staff is now a lollipop tree.”

orange yellow blue and beige
a dash of green and caraway
a crunch a mosh and a chewy chew
so sorry, no leftovers for you

Day 72.
-a list with distance
Jane: “So Martha how was your holiday?”
Martha: “Oh, you know just waiting to die.”
Jane “That’s nice.”
Day 73.
the one call fixes everything card

Day 74.
slacking for the daily bread and old debts

Day 75.
white magic


and bring it up a Notch


Day 76.


Day 77.

Day 78.
on this day the last son of the west was born and died
materialism and darkness swept the earth
all was lost
the end had finally come

Day 79.
“Think I shall die now. FTR. some of it was good.”


Day 80.
obiter dictum:
“Had someone looking out for me, they died. There just wasn’t enough time.”


Day 81.
obiter dictum:
“…when you’re a kid and no one cares the greatest lesson learned is, no one cares. It’s a lesson you bring with you into adulthood. We have a lot of that.”



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alt-right alt-ready Almost September 2017 is at the bottom


flagcircleAs always I am inspired to write through what I read and document my perceptions, often they are topics that come up in the news that I have time to observe, research and digest. I’ll expand this entry later with more nuances as they occur, along with any corrections that need to be made upon receiving new information and of course I’ll add links for back up and clarity, eventually.

The topic of ANTI-FA and all that has gone down since Trumps inauguration has been a heated topic of late, from Marches to Milo, Pepe to Pepper Spray, Hitler to Stalin, Nazis to Commies, the alt-left v. the alt-right.

What got me going was an event again inspired by homeboy Jeremy Scahill. Just briefly Jeremy Scahill is one of the few who stood up against Obama and Hillary, Bush and Clinton and now Trump. I really shouldn’t say against them, more like exposing the rights and wrongs, uncovering the truth and what is really going on in the world, especially when it comes to US foreign and domestic policies.

To set the stage it is my belief that Trump is really a creation of the left. I’ll elaborate with more details on this topic later, but readers who are on top of current events already know why I would make such a statement. For now a quick summary: Over the last 8 years the left, save Code Pink, never stood up to Obama and as we now know they let the Democrats cheat Bernie Sanders. The streets during the DNC convention should have been packed when the DNC double-cross Bernie, especially when the DNC shut Bernie’s supporters down, both physically and by the use of technology at the convention. However, I suppose there’s some solace in the fact that due to wikileaks and the FBI Hillary didn’t win.

As a side note – The justification for a Sanders win would have been:
Those who voted for Hillary.
Those who voted for Trump because they wanted to shake the system up.
Those who hated Hillary.
Those who stayed home because they wouldn’t vote for Hillary because she and the DNC cheated Bernie out of the nomination. <— this would have won the Office for Sanders and the DNC.

As another side note – If Bernie had won would he get anything through even a weak GOP Congress? Highly unlikely, however, he would have opened the door wide for a massive change in Congressional seats for the 2018 midterm election, and he may have put an end to all the wars in the Middle East. Had he approached and used the public half as much as Trump is now he could have pushed through a few other goodies as well. That fantasy aside, what we see now is Antifa using their aggressive tactic to destroy what is left of the left, of the DNC.

Regardless, better late than never, I guess.

antifa1A new twist to this plot has been surfacing out of the mouths of a number of Democratic Operatives declaring that Antifa is really a concoction of the alt-right. Antifas are really secret neo-Nazis out to destroy the peaceful protests of the democrats. This news, or as some have called it a conspiracy theory, has now alienated those who lean center-left, moving them to the center and the center over to the center-right, while pushing the center-right over more towards the right, all of which is in the process of creating exactly what George Soros desires, a Police State.

Further, Trump just sent the BATF into Chicago and in less than 24 hours Democratic Mayor Rahm E decided he wants even more ATF agents than Trump employed.

George Soror’s dream of The Police State (for profit of course)  has sadly begun.

What will happen? The heads of all the gangs will leave town and lay low. They will make their way over to Gary, Detroit, Milwaukee, St Louis, Oakland and LA, and while waiting for things to calm down they will  use this opportunity to set up some new ventures in the burgeoning field of mass thuggary.

Meanwhile, the ATF in Chicago will grab whatever low level gang soldiers are left for Props and PR while dissembling #BLM, and without much effort infiltrating #Antifa thus, setting a new precedent for the FEDs who will no doubt utilize both the Patriot Act and NDAA (say thank you Pres. Obama for that bit, all the tools needed to lock Americans up while de-funding the long and lengthy with gobs of red-tape legal system), the surveillance and physical abduction of any and all so-called radical groups in the US is about to begin, again.

Every Antifa member should have a sign on their back now that says either, “Kick Me!” or “Stock Certificate: Property of the US Private Prison System.”

All I can say is, nice going Antifa, your members are on their way to becoming the next commodity on the NY Stock Exchange. BOOHA!

Further, now that Trump is tossing out Dodd-Frank; as weak as it was, they can also become derivatives and piled into a new Synthetic CDO.

What shall we call them?
Anti-Fa-D O or just Fa D O?
Perhaps, do ra mi fa so la te do?
For the sophisticated crowd how about, CDO solfège or Solfège CDOs?



Further random thoughts on the issue:
02/12/17 – Trump has the military and law enforcement on his side – when he was campaigning that was not done by happenstance and little came about by default, Trump nurtured that with intent. Anyone paying attention to #OWS saw Jamie Dimon do it with money and later Scott Walker; a Union buster, commandeered that very tactic by preserving just the one Union – the police.What Scooter did was not a new idea, though very timely, many then were generously reminded of Nixon talking while cowering with Kissinger in fear. Reagan’s brilliant use of patriotism didn’t escape Bill Clinton and it fueled Bush43 from 9/11 onward. Obama on the other hand kept a low profile by keeping the bankers and war profiteers happy, mostly by not investigating their theft and corruption coupled of course by their disdain that he be martyred while in office. Trump didn’t let their lessons and techniques fall to the wayside, though thinned skinned and full of vanity, Trump is a lot like death and taxes, he is the very essence of a walking, living, breathing government, hard to get rid of and made mostly of red tape.

The hate toward Trump is palatable, but he is surrounded by a titanium wall that is self-healing forged by his haters. Though his enemies are not strong or even well-organized to actually see their desires through, in reality they are not meant to, their job is to feed the divide and keep that beast alive. Most of the energy that funds their food is tainted by even worse, George Soros, meanwhile their anger and rage blinds them from seeing that fact or they just don’t care.

then this happen, this will turn the tables




Almost September 2017

How deep is the FeD buried in antifa?

they have 1000’s of names, videos, audio, e-mails, home addresses, phone numbers, recorded calls, fb pages, tweets, reddit posts, the technology that’s being used is so advanced it seems like a waste to use it on so many of these hygienically challenged people.

the surveillance of this group is the most extensive in the history of mankind, they have FeDs inside the operations, people compromised and a long list of soon to be compromised. They’ve literally made the Stasi and Stalinists look like kindergarten teachers – irony, eh?

.the FeD is shaking the tree of radicalism and they are all falling into the net like Asian carp in a southern pond. Now that Congress overwhelmingly  voted to get rid of police search warrants if you weren’t already fucked, you soon will be.

so the three real questions are/were, #1. why didn’t antifa debate instead of riot, they were silent and rather peaceful under Obama? #2. has diversity actually made America better or more stupid?

these two questions will never be discussed within the MSM, and that’s the third question, why?
consider this


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House of Cards – Season 3


Sorry, this is going to be a brief, but terrible review for House of Cards Season 3.
I never do TV reviews, but I was hoping, I don’t know, something… something better… something more…

First, I do like Kevin Spacey as an actor, and there are few who could play his cold-hearted, disconnected, pent-up, self-absorbed wife better then Robin Wright; of which I wonder if Cate Blanchett made a great study of for her role in Blue Jasmine.

I’ll sum it up. First two episodes were fine, last two were back on track, all the stuff in the middle was nothing, but filler which could have been either tossed into one, maybe two episodes, or rewritten completely to reflect the dark underbelly of what’s really going on in the world today. So yes, Clare, it was all a big fat lie. The whole Russian thing was stupid and borderline propaganda, no wait, it was propaganda. Does someone have a bone for Putin? Maybe someone can’t get past 1917? All the other foreign conflicts/appointment were ridiculous. Doug’s obsession/revenge was way too long. The Press Corp was basically stupid on the scale of a mockumentary, as was Frank’s book; which would have made a better TV series than the one they gave us. Seriously, know your audience no need to insult them. That said, if I missed anything else it’s only cause I’ve already forgotten. So why am I writing this review, because I feel tricked and manipulated, I expected to be in on the secrets, not one of its victims.

There’s so much ‘real’ already out there the writers could have picked it up like gum off a New York City Street. How interesting it could have been, but they gave us this cheese-wizzy version rather than the truth from Frank’s perspective – it could have been great! Instead the writers were either paid off or calling it in.

Side note: Author, Michael Dobbs, er… Baron Dobbs, is a British Conservative Politicians – SURPRISE!

Finally, the best line in Season 3: “I have God’s ear now.”
Well, I beg to differ.
Oh, and Spock died 😦


Oh, and Lee Camp just reminded me of something else in HOC
Common Dreams: Real-Life Frank Underwoods: Netflix, ‘House of Cards’ and Third Way

Response to AmericaWerks:
“We should do away with the absolutely specious notion that everybody has to earn a living. It is a fact today that one in ten thousand of us can make a technological breakthrough capable of supporting all the rest. The youth of today are absolutely right in recognizing this nonsense of earning a living. We keep inventing jobs because of this false idea that everybody has to be employed at some kind of drudgery because, according to Malthusian-Darwinian theory he must justify his right to exist. So we have inspectors of inspectors and people making instruments for inspectors to inspect inspectors. The true business of people should be to go back to school and think about whatever it was they were thinking about before somebody came along and told them they had to earn a living.” – R Buckminster Fuller

more of that kind of stuff

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ISIS as Art

Catchy title, eh?

If you thought this was about the goddess of Egypt please catch up here.

If you thought it was about establishing the “new” Caliphate – you’re pretty much on the right track, maybe, sorta, well, we’re all a bit unsure right now.

I haven’t quite decided if ISIS is a religion on steroids or some strange art project put together by a bunch of nihilists working at the CIA or some other covert world government group – take your pick.

Regardless, they have my attention.

So here’s the latest video by the kidnapped journalist/hostage John Cantlie.

youtube keeps taking these down so copy/paste this in ⸮GOOGLE⸮ if the video doesn’t work John Cantlie Lend Me Your Ears
I’ll add them all here as they are published.

Is life stranger than fiction?

So before I get into this video a few preliminary notes:
The one thing I’ve picked up on regarding this particular group – isis the beatles – is that I feel like I’ve just tuned into watching a new series on HBO; like Game of Thrones – though this is supposed to be real life with real people suffering and dying. But, it’s so hard to tell: Experts say Foley ISIS beheading video likely “staged”. Do I cower in fear, raise my fist in anger, or get the popcorn?

Welcome to the Game of ISIS.

I’m convinced what is causing this confusion is the huge mistrust we have in our own governments. I don’t know exactly what straws of lies broke the camel’s back over the years, but there’ s no way to restore trust in our governments; not in the US ever again, not without a clean and thorough sweeping and prosecution of just about everything walking on two feet in DC and Wall Street. I think for that to happen the capitalistic system that has been set up and we have allowed to flourish must collapse in and on itself, or concerned and dedicated citizens must gather in one state and secede.

In the mean time, slaves are back in fashion, slaves are the new black and what makes the best slaves are slaves who don’t know they’re slaves.

Two questions I have for ISIS/ISIL, is it your intention to crush that system, and if so how?

I guess we will find out as these videos unfold…

What do I know?

The first thing I noticed about this video and the preceding ISIS videos is these men approach what they are about to say with an atmosphere of resigned personal doom and gloom – they are covered in a veil of nihilism. Putting that aside, we believe they are being told what to say or forced to present their words in a certain manner, they convey, “I am going to die, you are going to die, we are all going to die anyway, so who cares!” attitude. Then it’s topped with this Elliot Rogers arrogance of, “and it’s all your fault!”

I don’t know if this is a brainwashing technique, one person talking or editing their writing, but I get the urge to slap whatever being this attitude is coming from; and that’s where is stops for most of us and that’s where your government and the corporations say, “We’ve had enough of that.”

Perhaps, years of watching the US/EU/IS slaughter children makes a body jaded in this particular manner, it certainly is a form of mental illness and understandably so, but I can’t seem to identify what this illness is and that makes what is being said hard to trust; more fantasy than injury.

That’s not to dismiss the elephant in the room, that the men behind all this are killers. Whether they are Islamic Jihadist or if they are working for the CIA/Mossad/MI5 or other.

The one thing I have learned from life, the movies and history books is never trust a killer or anyone who’s worked on Wall Street. EVER.

One small sidenote, and perhaps I can expand more on this later, I see Jihad John in this show as the Doppelganger of Russel Brand. If not in a real sense certainly in a literary sense.

I’d like to expand on other aspects of these videos as time goes on.

The close ups in HD of Cantlie face which are disturbing, but seem to mean something. The whole reason why they fake the beheadings, or perhaps there are many video takes before they perform the actual deed, and the gruesomeness of that back story when they get their final take, or to commit these videos to some of the worst propaganda inflicted upon the human psyche in the history of humanity. Why is our government subjecting us to such horror; they have been told over and over by experts that what we are doing to these people in the middle east will result in exactly this behavior, and finally, when and how does one walk away from all of this; is it even possible?


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Truman Capote created the nonfictional novel – I’m working on creating the nonfictional fictional comment or blog or something half as clever.


Someone purposed the idea that Blythe Masters  (a.k.a. Hela, daughter of Angrboda and Loki),  may take the fall for JPMorgan.

The idea that anyone would think Blythe would fall on her sword for JPM isn’t playing with a full deck.

Even if this women had a come-Jesus-moment and became a tell-all whistle blower within a fortnight they’d find her bloated polluted soaked body floating in the East River, or a couple of her cocktail rings scattered in the muck on some New Jersey pig farm.

When you’re up that high in a corrupt organization you play for keeps.

The best you’ll get is knowing she may lay awake nights wondering if they will take her or a loved one out by “accident,” or worse, “Madoff Jr. Style.” Current trends say the latter is very possible.

Common Sense says you can’t screw that many people over and not think about it.

She may even break out in hives over such worries. For the cynic I guess there is some solace in that.

But, propheting they may lock her up in a federal institution is giving way to false hope.

In ten years time, when all the books have been written and the part she played exposed, people will gaze upon her with contempt and mistrust; she’ll feel their stares like a chill passing through her brittle and splintered old bones. Her life will then be a prison of her own construct, and one day when some lowly naive borderline psychotic young banker who ended up doing time for the ground she laid steals up in the middle of the night and whacks her across the head with an ax none will be surprised, and every hipster will think, “um… yeah, karma.”

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