Sunday, January 17, 2010


Mal-Inculcation insured our compliance. A mark on our "school" was dishonor.  The reality was a dystopian rod: predation and compromised honor.

Distracted by football too early to care, I was distant and coarse to the feeble. I hadn't the courage, bereft of a pair, then I killed, or had killed, *ethnic* people...

I'm insulted by *patriots* of all manner and stripe. Conveniently placed, most are rightists. Wattles all shaking, awash in their tripe, compassion is where they're the lightest.

"My country's right if wrong," assert these rich behind their walls. They're making all the rules, of course, so they're using all their stalls.  See it won't matter "right" or "wrong" — Democracy be damned. You have it and they want it, friend?  Then you're the one gets jammed.

And I bought it, wrongly thinking, that the States could do no wrong. See, the word I got was missing massive chunks! I was flushed with "founding" fathers who were steeped in "golden" glory, when research was clearly showing these were glad psychotic skunks!

There are oceans of difference twixt primary sources and the text books you'd hope should concede them. The text books? Disingenuous... Students conned? But, of course — where the primary source could inspire them, again!

Our text books are PAP that degrade human spirit. The kids are aware of the con! Their mommies and daddies have bought in regardless... or such "crap" would dissolve and be gone.

The UFOs hide in this cognitive dissonanceThey soar free as birds... where we will ourselves blind. These watchers must wait for a moment of incidence, when, at last, we achieve individual minds.

Dedicated to that Darling Don Ecker...

Individuality is a trial, a travail, and a toil because it is a resumption of individual sensibility. It's a shock, but a good shock because it encourages individual responsibilities, personal sensibilities, or a certain singularity of , I think, efficaious spirit.

All  of the preceding is preferable to entirely living off the cues from "compromised others" and slavishly going against your own more innocent personal intuitions...

This is the final target of the "manipulator," or "society," or "culture," you know.  It has always been thus. See,the coveted object of a culture —not remotely your friend— is ...You, reader!  Isn't that ironic?

"YOU"... that which you make, and the water that you, metaphorically, heat! Their institutions evaporate away in their own imaginations when YOU withdraw your support — why they try so hard to keep you... if they think you may be valuable to their cause.  You're valuble if so much as warm.  Though, fall out of their inconsistent favor.

This explains all their rage and retribution as they begin to accept that you have slipped away from them, in some way, provoked, it matters not, by their thoughtlessly practiced and self-serving sociopathies. This begins to occur, I expect, when you start to listen to your individual conscience and not the one mal-inculcated for you.

A person compelled to self-evaluation of conscience is why the reading in a forbidden index is forbidden. Nes't ce pas?

The purpose of their *school*, then, is to promote their concept of a *reliable* citizen. Read instead? Read "malleable" and "easily intimidated" employee... tool/beings with rotted souls pushed around without difficulty... spiritless robots... What does your intuition say with regard to that?

To that end culminating in crass manipulations of our psychopathic society, there are grievous distortions made to the TRUE histories of each bit of consciousness in the society or culture, and that aggregate consciousness therefore inhabits, as a result (!), contrived castles in the increasingly polluted air!

These inconstant castles evaporate, by the way, the moment that is convenient for the non-elected autocrat and his eager minions. I digress.

Very little has actually happened the way You (and I) thought it did... remember. The way we were taught it did... The way we were told it did. Trust betrayed then. Trust betrayed, still.

A walk on a summer afternoon beach at Panama City, Florida  —in July when MTV is there— is to be surrounded in the purest hokum of skin, consumption, and contrived presumption. Suntan oil, ass tattoos, and balloon rides from flashy corporate rock productions... chaos, one would think.

Contrast it with the same beach on a deserted day in a cold blustery November to see how tenuous reality really is. One comes away somehow knowing that the gray November day alluded to is vastly superior to the July one on more levels... even if empty and tortured, hounded by the sea, and threatened by the sky... ...but it's real.  Undistracted, you can perceive the real chaos of the cosmos!

That was the lesson of the Matrix series, eh?  Lice, bald heads, and ultimate sacrifice was a magnitude better than thinking that the matrix was the only reality and that it was not able to be manipulated by the informed user like a IPhone or an IPOD, you know? I suspect it is, and very much so.

Regarding UFO's, (another probable reality without regard to provenance), I am amused how every 'name' authority can pontificate the relative surety of intelligent life *anywhere else* in an ever expanding multi-verse, but will not cop to any potential that that astoundingly already admitted intelligence is peering down un-guessed instruments at us this very moment ... is standing inside our *closet* with us as we furtively grope our "detested" genitals... ...or that we shan't feel hot alien breath on our embarrassed cheeks even as we begin to listen quietly for it in our culture-imposed darknesses.

The 'other' exists as sure as an itchy nose. It is the ultimate sedition... Feel its breath on your shamed cheek.

Somebody explain the big words to Don.

Read on.