Smoking Mirrors — Dec 6, 2018
Dog Poet Transmitting…….
My God! The ghastly spectacle of the proud and famous, as they come to bury one of their own. They will all meet again and it will not be ‘by that beautiful river’… not for a long, long time. Here they come, in rotund disorder, their porcine features that give the terrible promise of swallowing the whole world, or rather, the vulpine cleverness or lupine ravenous; saying, “the better to see you with.” The eyes of appetite with their red corona; the feral aspect of Nature in its perversity of seeming human form. The crocodile tears of the unrepentant mass murderer.
I see the awful legacy of birth defects and epidemic cancers; the fruit of the tree of evil and the poisoned apples of terrible legacies have fallen directly to the base of the tree. “The horror!!! The horror!!!” Human offspring of the Mustelidae line; born to the stage of politics, the vampires in camouflage. drink the blood of dreaming populations.
For days… the pompous and imperious, flock to the internment of one of the criminal master minds of the last century. The dark doings are like the tip of an iceberg, with the greater mass, concealed from the eyes of the world, who mostly want to know; what’s for dinner and what’s on TV? From the mouth of the man itself came these words; “If the people were to ever find out what we have done, we would be chased down the streets and lynched.”
That vile website, Snopes, goes out of its way to pour confusion and doubt over the verity of the statement. It’s what they do. The liars know the power of lies. They have seen the efficacy of them in the historical record, which turns out to be no more than a press release, periodically updated by whatever liar is on duty at that moment. The great lies of history, such as The Holocaust, Bin Laden being blamed for 9/11, the sinking of the Lusitania and the Maine, the attack on the USS Liberty. More recently we have the conflict in Syria, the latest chapter in the toxic Circus of Endless Banker Wars.
We’ve said it a dozen ways already. We’ve said it backwards and forwards. Why do we say it again and again when our readership has again been cut to a quarter of what it was ten days ago? While our sites are now named dangerous and malicious; even the poetry site? Yes even the poetry site. I have since deleted the poetry that was inserted here. There is no reason to subject you to the raging fire of verse that was my response to the speech and action of this family of psychopaths. I will leave the songs and let them be what I have to say on the matter.
So… we’ll make this posting a collection of odds and ends of what we were inspired to say about this lineage of sociopaths and mass murderers.
I’m not going to let all this pomp and ceremony go by without at least one person trotting out a different perspective on these indifferent, murderous psychopathic, death dealers who are Charlie Manson and Ted Bundy to the 10 thousandth power and behind them in the shadows are many an archetypal and conscious darkness of The Deep State Satantic Pedophile and Endless War Syndicate.
Let us not forget his complicity during Israel’s attack on the United States; 9/11.
So then we will turn to some music where the Bush Family History gets detailed and followed by The Bush Family Manson and then is culminated in the Ballad of Kenny Lay, appropriately titled; Oh Kenny Boy (my personal favorite).
I apologize because I could not let it go by. I should have kept my mouth shut and stayed in my own lane but this is my world too, even if I am ‘in it but not of it’.
Over the last few days, some of the biggest degenerates and criminals in history, have gotten together to celebrate the passing of a monster, in this time of monsters and child killers and diddlers and stampedes of Lemmings, chasing the cliff edge in the distance; busy thumbhumping their cellphones, texting about bacon burgers and their Tinder and Grindr accounts. I mentioned in a recent post about people leaving their apartment doors unlocked, while they kneeled naked and blindfolded on the other side of the door awaiting some kind of epiphany. We are watching the impress of Materialism as it concentrates and demonstrates the mass insanity that is the product of the twisted love that is a little like temporary unity in chaos.
I’ve no use for any of it and I thank my lucky stars, although it has nothing to do with luck. Your fortune and fate are the direct outcome of whatever you have invested in and given your heart and mind and time to. I celebrate the indwelling ineffable, the master of all things on all planes and I know that this Season of Madness will pass. I have no idea of what God intends for this sad spectacle. Dear Lord, if there are even ten righteous souls will you not destroy this city? We are in an apocalypse and it will do what is does and it will do what it must and I have no idea what this implies. I wait upon and rely upon the heart and soul of the world as it shines in invisible splendor on all sides for those with the eyes to see and whose faith is equal to the challenge of whatever the illusion is that is ultimately swallowed up in the Love and Power of the one who has given life to us all and who sees and directs all that passes between the beginning and the end.
Let your hearts not be troubled. Despite appearances, I am convinced of the Mercy and Compassion of the indefinable and incomprehensible author of us all. Seek the indwelling with all your heart, with all your soul, with all your strength and with all your mind. There will come an awakening for you and you will see, in truth, that no matter what the appearance or condition that you come up against or find yourself in, that which lives in you is greater than anything that ever was, or is or ever shall be. Fear not;
“The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.”