The Message Column

I don't post most of my speculations and conjectures.

. . . but they must feel vanquished and fear that their time is soon through. They must, I'm guessing that they must? And will they lash out at the rest of us if they get done to them what they did to, for example, Roger or General Flynn?

At any point the leaders of the Democrats could say 'we were wrong to take it this far, let us not now take this any farther.' and would the public that that without explanation? By now there isn't anything that the Democrats can do except understand what they have done wrong and do a 'mea culpa' (sp?) and say Ya, what the F with the Adam Bugyes? and we could say 'now be nice . . . ' but chuckle hillariously on the inside. This isn't about looking for retribution it's about getting the government to work like it is supposed to work. A small group of inside guys can't just decide 'we don't like what the president likes so we'll just call it treason'. The don't get to do that. Some say arrests will happen sooner but I say that they will take their time. So that when we win in the end no one can ever say it was a pogram. We are not Stalin, this is not the 1930s. we don't have any 'captialist' countries to infiltrate and invade (he jumps the shark at the end?)

They could be Menshes. But they aren't.

I don't post most of my speculations and conjectures. Nor do I say things that I know are patently false as if they are true and then say 'it could be . . .I could be wrong' knowing full well that I am wrong . . .

And I always try to convey the idea that my literature (ha ha) that I give to you (ha ha ha) here isn't a narrative of 'truth', it's a fictional narrative woven with various literal truths, no wait, not that, truths of litterature ? truthish story-telling? theory of teaching moral civic behavior? Theory of teaching didactic morality wihtout being a sellout to the power? You won't get your stuff published . . . if you don't have the cash to pay the printers. And if the printers don't like what they are reading . . . you know who is it that owns the print shop and are they really your frenz? See how I make stuff up? I make it up. But go to a print shop and just see if you stuff is really secure at all. When you put it on the scanner, how do you know? So what do you do? If you need something printed?

What you do is you recognize that my narrative of literature in the genres of 'social-science-fiction-horror-fiction (sometimes, like bug-eyed adam shittt and his freak-show hearings, a real horra-shoe) (a really big shoe)

if you need it printed you put the fowl conjecture of worry out of your head, you bring it over, you get it printed. YOu don't think about politics. You don't worry about what 'they' think. You just do it and say 'why, that's just a story. These people don't care what I print.

And then if they did care. They don't like what they are seeing (are they even looking at it?) and they feel hurt by your messaging? I mean you gotta know that everything you are doing is being watched and followed by someone if you are whacky person with far out ideas who uses affirmative vocal tensing of falsehood as conjecture in a way that , if you paused it, you might think that the person isn't just doing a bit. Here is the part where he pretneds that he believes in ship-shapping (he's a neat freak?) 'Ship-shaping is real' (and a meme of someone making a ship in a bottle? behind him,like the vinyette from a postage stamp circa 1935 when stamps were really cool and valuble?)

maybe like that. Maybe. Anyhoo . . . so ya, there are those who think that they can control 'the message'. They don't like the explosion of production that has occured in messages that they don't control. And they had a virtual monopoly on various forms of producing content, if not the copyrighting of content (so they would make the service to have a particular kind of media produced, and as well they would produce their own, at some other cost to them, but they were the print-shop-boys, with the smell of ink and back room cigar-filled places. But the smoke, that used to fill the rooms, was basically banned (and that's a good thing) so . . . but the rooms are still full of the miasma of the cray-cray of those, like Ray and his cray-cray day which could be a parody story akin to Harold and the Purple Crayon, a classic story. But maybe not.

So, ya, that whole paraanoia thing. You know they can do the larp of being that worst case guy who flips, flips out, acts all Ray-thecray-cray-day Ray who makes up shit in a pod cast (that is his purple crayon?) and it all comes true . . . Pleadians at the Taco stand? Dance rave of grey aliens at a beach party at South Beach? Dance rave of grey aleins at a book store in North Beach? A talk show host with an umbrela standing on the seat of a bike while riding on a wire wiht an elephant way high up above the sky? Grey and the Cray-cray Ray? How do you think that Ray got so cray-cray? Is it wrong of us to have a character who is called 'cray-cray' when that's something that should be reserved for private conversations between friends about someoen who they actualy care about and know? to indicate that . . . they have gone off to the dark side of the Moon? Or they are 'luney' or other such phrases. What I would say, and I think it's often true, about people who seem to be out of sorts . . . is that they seem to be undergoing some kind of a reaction of Rhus (plants) and suffering from a brain effect of alkoloids. One might say that they are 'suffering'' (but if they are laughing histerically, is that suffering?) from 'alkoloid poisoning'. And if they collect and distribute that they call it a drug, and LSD is clearly a drug and should be regulated and controlled but only to discourage it's unfettered use by people who do not know what they are doing and clearly do not know better than to not indulge. But when they read about it, maybe they are about 14. They'are a 'smart kid' (which kid isn't, really, but htey show you what they think you'll understand). They read a lot. They wonder if 'magic' is real? Does prayer really work (yes it does)? Does magic: Magic, young mind, is the perception of that you do not understand explained in a way that you don't really need to know how it goes on. In other words if magic 'works' there is a method to it that involves not really deception, but 'partial awareness' It's a lack of understanding and an explanation of 'oh, I see', vooila! (the double typed 'o' makes it look like I don't know how to spell).

Just remember you don't have to share all your stories with the world. Nor do you need to understand how something happens to see it happen. You say 'this is magic, the sun rises everyday', the Sun is a gawd. Someone else says 'no it isn't, it's a mass of matter which is also energy, it glows like a lightbulb except on a much much brigter and larger scale and in a different way but energy is energy and it can neither be created nor destroyed, one of the basic points of Thermal-dynamics and no energy that doesn't already exist can ever be created or harvasted. . .

And the baby, unknowing, stares up at their care giver who is spouting out doctrinaire pronoucnements of science and doesn't really get it what the old guy is saying, but loves to see the light reflecting off their relative's face.

The so-called 'power' takes itself far too seriously. In the end the harvast is a choice that people make about themselves. Which bin do they go into? the wheet or the chaif? But those who suffer under strong delusions might have a difficult time as the rules that they think that they know are all anihillated and the explanations of science prevail in the magic and in the mystic, and all of it that is worthy, right, just, true, and awesome (about which we should all give thanks) will still exist and seem whole, while all the dung-things of ego and overwhelming narcisscistic control freakish 'becasue I said so' dicatorship of rotten-tattors (tattors?) will melt in the warm wind of justice, and all of those enslaved within the gue of falsehood will be washed clean of it, and emerge as aware and awake creatures of what is next. That includes all the people who you current hate and loath if there is anyone. And if so I advise you to try to write a more eccumenical story, and have your retorts and come-backs be inspired instead of plotted.

But what I give in just the paragraph above is but a story. The sad part is that some don't seem able to overcome the Strong Delusions. Prethee that they should dissolve. And to meet it? Resist not? Do the right thing. Message to Adam: your impeachment probe needs to end quickly

anyway.

     If
  d
  Trump
doesn't have
due process,
then neither
   does
  anyone
   else.

   
   

Deer in the headlights-look

Lead follow or get out of the way. And Adam, you're not doing any of that. Get out of the way, your process is bogus. you are a clown-show, a disgrace, and you make the power-elite look like fools and minions of the damned.

this song is from a very long time ago:

You've got that 
deer-in-the-headlights
look about you

you've got that 
deer-in-the-headlights
look about you

you've got that 
deer in the headlights look
I don't know why you're such a crook

you've got that 
deer in the headlights look
I don't know why
I don't know why

maybe give back some of what you took?

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

I don't know why you're such a schnook

You've got that 
deer-in-the-headlights
look about you

you've got that 
deer-in-the-headlights
look about you

look about you
look about you
look about you
look about you

(a call to welcome him
into awareness
of that which is about him)




clown show
in the people's house
Drama dawg
in full costume
off his leash.

Nancy, curb your dawg!

Through insight we plan for action!

And in Conclusion

"Sky King, Sky King, do not answer"

 

Inside an unexpected
forest of you there is a 
sudden jambience 
of your style
lighting up the darkness,
darknessing up the lighting,
it's all good,
in the city of light
and love
in the valley of the
ever-present you
it's the dream of
a true angel,
but a man just like you
ready to leap out of bounds
coming to you from the fringes
of far away laughter
being "magical kind beautiful "
and me digging you from a distant plautau
Don't be lonely.



Did I really write all that?

     If
  Donald
  Trump
doesn't have
due process,
then neither
   does
  anyone
   else.


my theory: they will rue the day
that they let this go through.
they are now to be merciliously 
exposed and shamed for being 
frauds, more they are patriots to the
fatherland of communist marxist
ideology
than anything else, that is
called social suicide.


Soo even though I'm
a forgiving type, and
not a rabid right wing Republican minded
john birtch type,
the narrative 'seems' true enough now
that those who are
probably are not going to be putting up
with the leftist crap 
and will demand that
we get on with Justice.
that would mean that what has been
told about
will come to fruitition.


they will rue the day

Always choose the better narrative

I choose the fictional in some sense, the story of he who dares to say 'these people are a fraud'. It's Moscow 1936? Zombies of morality, the demorts decided to go all in.

Q At Two!

Q at Two
there were 4 Q drops
but the site is still
not back as it was,
and useful for posting.

Nov 5, 2019

Tuesday

Plan for the Holidays!

follow Ron
and 8ch (now 8kun), The Infinity Channel
by following their links.

  🌑 🌒 🌓 🌔 🌕 🌖 🌗 🌘 🌙 🌚 🌛 🌜 🌝. 🚤 🚥 
    🌑 🌒 🌓 🌔 🌕 🌖 🌗 🌘 🌙 🌚 🌛 🌜 🌝. 🚤 🚥 
  

a running headline:
blah blah BLAH blah

Still Trump wins bigly!

from left to right
Three of Boston's Mayors,
Tom Menino,Kevin White 
and Ray Flynn
Sept 26, 2006

Angels fly where they need to fly, on high!

WAKE UP!


WAKE Up

Praise the Lord!
Praise the Lord
for his unfailing love!

Jambience

Praise the Lord!

And a stadium sized fuel-cell bubble-house that floats off towards New Brunswick.

And a New Brunswick sized fuel-cell bubble-house that floats off towards a distant galaxy of light.

  Spaceship
   Snowman
Will Return!


Expand Your Thinking!


 Expand
  Your
Thinking!

expand your
spaceship
snowman




Let the Anjels fly
where they need to fly
on high!

Angels fly
where they need to fly
on high!


 Expand
  Your
Thinking!

  unclog your ears
  what is done is done
  unclog your ears

outside of time
where none of this is even real
he pauses for a while
but since there is no time
no one ever knew how long it was.

  

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  Praise     Praise     Praise
   the        the        the
   Lord       Lord       Lord!
  for    because    
 Easter  He's so awesome! 
  welcome to The Message Column!

      🖐♥♥Love♥♥🖑
      ♥♥🖑Cops🖐♥♥

      

Is it obvious parody or News or both?

 

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One Vote
here is a fresh link, a new path to some older content:
   
   
 

 
 inside an unexpected forest
 he didn't want to remain lost forever
 maybe he needed to wait for all the leaves
 to drop right off of them
 and then he'd see the moonglow, starglow
 through the trees,
 a forever of eternity.
 
 jambience
 
 

In Wicked Need of an Edit

🚛 🎓 🎔 🌀

Political and Media Inanity

Truck-u-later

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

Hello, it's October and the willful in Washington are being willful, in Washington. Trump is who he is, and 'they' have been out to get him from the start. There is nothing that can be done to convince them aside from just voiting them out but that doesn't work either in some states on account of . . . (on account of what?)

Their success in this matter would be their failure to be for real. Fully owned subsidieries of global-evil-co don't neccessarily think and act and do for themselves, but do what they get told to do.

Oct 4, 2019


Tell us
how
you really feel

a running headline:

Still Trump wins bigly!

蠱 work on what has been spoiled

Revelations that are too much information. How does one organize a life time of stuff that, once you die, is just going to be brought to the recycle? What does one do to gain relevance in middle age when the world basically passes over most people. Many are already dead? What is the point of going on?

Certainly not to just leave someone with a maudlin text. Overcoming addictions? You don't need to read my bullshit. Cheer up! Life does go on.

How does one forgive and forget? How does one stop drinking? How does one make their space less a mess? How does one protect themself from obsessive whatever?

Not with a negative put-down vibe, that is for sure. Pick it up, make it better. Spontaneity.

doesn't deserve the blow-back

the bad break up with someone who you were never really friends with in the first place. First he was too over the top and now he's too far in the other direction. Who is it really that needs to modify? the one who gets obsessed like that.

The dangers of unexploded ego

The fame-seeker projects his own anger about himself onto someone who used to be the object of his obsession. The person does not look at himself as obsessed, but instead blames someone he doesn't even really know for his obsessive behaviors. The fame-seeker blames the object of his obsession for the problem of fame-seeker having this obsession and instead of getting mad at himself gets mad at the object of his obsession, when, in fact, they don't even know each other and have never even met.

8ch is deplatformed?

a bump in the road? quick to find a new host?

8ch is shutdown. After being attacked for months and months. Most posts were then just shills. gone. never to return?

Jim Watkins made a statement on Twitter.

"8ch is a blank piece of paper" - Jim Watkins

yes , it is. But the people who don't like that kind of a forum tried to run everyone else out of it. Let's see how long there is a hiatis.

Aug 6, 2019

I speak
but there is no one there.
I know that there is no one there.
I'm not really talking to myself
but I know that I'm not talking to anybody else.

   



  Praise     Praise     Praise
   the        the        the
   Lord       Lord       Lord
  for his    for his    for his
 unfailing  unfailing  unfailing
   love!      love!      love!



  well, little else now.