The Message Column

out of control . . .
Rants as such need to often be filtered
Breath!
on one side we seem to have
Alex ranting about 'globalism'
and accusing eeryone in the
leadership of the dim party
dem party people, as being
'globalists'
It's him believing something
and them saying 'ya, so what
what are you going to do about it'
just to goad him on . . .

Calm down, Alex.
They still have time 
to turn into Saint Paul.

If there are really
people like Alex believes,
these 'globalists', who
worship globes (The Mapporium?)
then they need to be prayed for:

Demons flee, 
in the name of 
Jesus Christ, 
from anyone who is really as
or similar to
as Alex seems to believe
who he imagines (deludes)
to be Globalists.
If there really are such people
then may the demons who would have to
invest them be cast off
to where Jesus Christ
would find appropriate

Yes, it might seem
superscitious
but, here is what it says:
we see you as human and
you don't have to act like that anymore,
if there really were anyone acting
that way and it wasn't just a delusion.

And my message to Alex:
It's an election, just another election.
And if your narrative is true
it's abeen true for a very long time,
and you being all upset doesn't help.

Calm down. Breath.
She's not a demon, she's an old lady 
under constant medical care.

Alex, if they were real,
and not just a worst case
effect
the cause of which
is institutinal dementia
then wouldn't they not
see the real purpose 
of life is not to be
that way and that their
behavior would cause
great harm, and then
they would wake up and 
change, and reform
the governance from
within? 

Would they not all
become as Saint Paul?

In any case whatever
someoen did to rial up
Mr. Jones, he's probably 
got his reasons: constant
psychological operations against
him by the crowd from spooky hollow
mansion row (in gated New York).

Calm down, take a breath.
It's all OK.
You don't need to
die for the cause.

Folliage might not be that
good this year, but you could go
to Vermont and hide out for a few
days, take a mini vacation, enjoy
the weather.
And I hear rumors up there that
very many people are not voting
for the first lady . . .

I am not paid for my endorsements.

But seriously: 
calming spirit of love
descend upon you and let you see
as those who were fleeing from
any tyrannay
can fall back on ways
and cast a golden calf:
even though they were seen to be
deplorible sinners
they were still very much loved
by the Lord.

And even though Moses was
as great as he was, the condenmnation
that he felt 
towards them
is said by some
to be why he was never to set foot
in the promised land.

So stop hating on the Globalists,
if there are operatives amoung them
that are F-in with you
It can't be the whole crowd
because, seriously, 
does anyone, anyone at all
self identify as a 'globalist'?
if they do, they are just screwing 
with your head.

What you think you see as
globalist is just the
collective institutinal effect of
demented zombie governance.
Grandpas and great grand pas set up
these fully funded off oft he general yum of the world
insitutions and after 4 or 5 generations we have
the collective effect of dementia
in some of them.

In the rest of them,
well most of them
are still doing what 
they were designed to do
and the 'globalists' that
you delude to see
is just the collective effect
of the institutional dementia
of many of these organizations.

When the reformation comes (soon)
it will not be a dismantling, but
a salvage operation.
Most of who you see to be 'globalist'
are just scared conformists who
want to get along and have their life.

For those who do delude to rule, and
set up their domminos to topple them upon
the unsuspecting, and play
peoples against peoples,
nations and religions against
nations and religins
and practice a sick form of
conformity
with a twist of bitter meanness:
Those oh so Spooky of Guys (to 
use the words of Glen,
Glen who?
Ya him)
If anyone has been behaving
tratorously and criminally
Justice will prevail
Believe that.
Shelter within the Shaddow of the Most High!
Be still and know
Let Jesus and Saint Michael
cast the demons down.
And exercise the ones that you encounter
and free the captured human from the twisted
horrors of harboring demons, some inherited,
others chronic.

Out, yee demons!
Out! Go where Jesus would send you!

OK, you can see it as a methaphor:
the demon is the harmful delusion
that becomes a trigger-urge.
Anyone who challanges the fallacy
is met with hatred and derision.

Or you might believe in fallen angels
and that they can rest within someone
and take over.

The model of spirit possession gives a way
out for the person who has
deplorible
behavior.
Instead of the person 'being' the
evil, he/she/? is possesed by it
and thus redeemible.
Does it follow science?
what do Psychologists say?
There was no Psychology, as a
formal science
in Biblical times.
Any ideas of psychology
would have been discussed in
some other way
like through
Apocolyptic Prophecy
as a map of mind:

Of course 
I can be wrong about
what some people
seem to think
or how it all seems.
Whatever the outcome
the election is
not the Apocalypse.

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El Capitan

Some years back I travelled to Yosemite a few times. What a place. Here is a link to some images of El Capitan

Censorship is just . . . wrong.

Journalism is a serious business, and we ought to augment the presentation of real journalism by disallowing the idea that a journalist is ever hired by a corporation, etc. Instead they ought to just be able to sponser them: so that journalism would retain it's integrity. and the sponsership ought to be secret, so that there is no quid-pro-quo. And that would prevent stupid and horrible behavior like what Fox nouse did to Greta, and her Greta wire. Shameless censorship at the level of what Stalin demanded be done to those who he purged.

So it's a tough thing, this 'dismiss the poison headline' ap. What if someone uses it on you without you knowing it, an AI entityt that has a line on everyone's news feeds and is so super smart that AI entitty, a thrall of some big governance, would know everyone and feed as all different flavors of BS. Not something that we wouldn't find out about after a time. OK, so they can delete 10 years of journalistic effort and then they still want us to take them seriously? Screw off. I've canceled yuo. I only watch occasionally on an ap, if there is abslutely nothing else on. And as for Greta, I am sure she's got a new place by now. I should find it and give her a plug.

Ya, censorship is just wrong. Stalinist deletion of a whole ten years of effort by a well respected journalist? Shameless and wicked.

21 sept 2016

When commentary is written as poem
clearly something has gone off to roam (it ryhmes)
clearly something has gone wrong.

how to find Greta Van Susteren now

Where is greta now? She sitll owns one of the domain names and she has redireted it to a pet adoption web site. I have not found any new blog by her, though I haven't looked very hard.

Greta may have been purged from Faux Noose but her mug still shows up on their ap (at least it did a few days ago, I havne't gone their lately).

I took a picture of it. I'll post it here if I remember, but you get the idea.

Change Your Own Mind

Instead of trying to change the mind of your readers for some fowl paid-for message, and being a shill, change your own mind and don't do that.

Sept 19, 2016

In your ruby crystal dreaming
you see the whole world as red
you see it all
like the cardinals call
to bring you to the happy place
with free rent.

In you saphire crysatl dreaming
you see the whole world
as sad and depressed,
bluer than blue, but
minor chord blues
and the sound of sad weeping
isn't you
isn't you
isn't you

And a minor key
is how you used to feel
you can change the mood
so fast
just step it up 
to the major key
and suck it up
just suck it up, whatever bad that's happened.

If you could be
a happy man
you'd be dancing
on the emerald sand
where it's always Spring
and all are romancing
Cher-che le femme, don't you know
(but I don't speak French)

If you were an emerald dreamer
of the sea and the smell of home
how far would you go off
away from your love
at least seven seas
to roam?
To Rome?
No, to wonder off into, 
not a city 
In Italy
Not a city in Italy.

but a city
in Italy
might make a fine place
to call home
And wondering off
off to Manhattan
make the world be more kind
wondering off
to the desserts of Cali
Cali-forni
yaaa
Cal - i - forn - ia
California
California

From New York to LA
in less than a day
and everyone says
that's no big deal
or from Roma or Parma or Napali
to Boston or Philly or New Jersey
And maybe you'll be
Band in Boston, 
someone's already 
trademarked the name
It's a cute name
I didn't make it up
I've never even heard them play
He's never heard them play . . . 


Yes, a city
in Italy
to Boston, or Philly
or Italian Heaven
the shores of New Jersey
and a quick plane ride to LA
to make the world more kind
and to always find
that someones is safe
and at home.
Yes most are safe and at home
no matter how far
the Piasano roam
the children are safe at home
safe at home
where's daddy?
Don't worry,
he'll be home
in a few days

A city
in Italy
Boston
Philly
LA
and the Bourough of Queens
Or Italian Heaven
the Lake in the Valley
on your way to Montreal (by Cruiser, who does that? I never have).

If you could write
show tunes
in the past
what would you write?
Daddy's Coming Home!

Daddy is Coming Home
Is it Christmas?
Daddy is coming home
Is it Easter?
Daddy is leaving
The day after Christmas
Daddy is getting on a plane
Late day on Easter

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If I could write 
show tunes
in the past
everyone would be coming home.

Or hollywood songs
everyone's singing along
and Dorothy's smoking a bone
No she didn't
Dorothy
come on home
she's tripping, Boo
no she isn't

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 heavenly blues
 wouldn't you?
 wouldn't you?
 She's dressed in,
 you guessed in,
 her 
 heavenly blues
 heavenly blues
 wouldn't you?
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 poom poom poum poum
 dippty dippity blues
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changing it now.

     oh those arbitrary frames!
      spinning, but not this line.
     
spin me a yarn neon
spin me a yarn neon
spin me every where but not here!
here is a fresh link, a new path to some older content:
   photo pile!
   
 

  Too much makes it too slow.
  content must always change.
  
  

In Wicked Need of an Edit

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Political and Media Inanity

Kafka wrote comedy. Orwell was a pessimist. Depends who you ask.

Truck-u-later

in this column Truck-u-later steps in deeper . . .

It's Sunday. Always a good time for clearing away kruft.

July 31, 2016

Billion dollar ideas? They are all around us!

Alright. We'll be changing it up a little bit!.

Deer in the Headlights Look
being lyrics to a song

You've got the deer-in-the-headlights
look about you.
Look about you.
You've got that deer-in-the-headlights
look about you.
Look about you.
You've got that deer in the headlights
look
I don't know why
you're such a crook
I don't know why
you're my misch-took
you've got that 
deer in the headlights
look

In the head lights
in the head lights
in the head lights
In the head lights

Look about you
Look about ch'you
Look about chew
Look about you

I don't know why
I don't know why.
I don't know why
I don't know why.

in the head head lights
in the head lights
in the head head lights
in the head lights

My simple blog
became this giant collection
all of these columns
and ten years of effort
from a tiny idea
one seed
becomes a giant tree



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