Smoking Mirrors – October 4, 2011
Dog Poet Transmitting…….
May your noses always be cold and wet.
Watch it happen in front of your eyes. The Occupy Wall Street phenom is going viral, diversifying like a stock portfolio and popping up all over the US and in other countries as well. Look at the media not covering it. Look at the media giving out false information concerning the motivation, even to the extent of saying the protestors are protesting against people making 40 to 50 thousand dollars a year, as well as global warming. Understand that the media is owned and operated by the same people who operate at and influence Wall Street. Look at the important names that are appearing in the mix and the American Marines showing up on behalf of the protest as well. In its genesis and presentations, it is about as authentic and threatening to go nova as it can get. This is the real deal.
The traders and bankers are celebrating their imagined invulnerability. In the delusion of their fevered hubris, they are drinking champagne and talking about pouring it on the protestors, in emulation of the bankers and traders at The City of London, who waved banknotes out of their windows as they jeered the protestors. Does this look like they may and should have their heads chopped off and put on display? Does this give you the impression that Hang a Banker Day might be coming to a neighborhood near you soon? This is not an argument in favor or against this. This is an observation of the anger of the vast majority coming up against the defiance, indifference and ridicule of the minority of those causing the conditions for the anger in the first place.
None of those responsible for, the all too quick emergence of difficult conditions for the world at large, have been charged or brought to trial for their crimes, yet. Meanwhile, Americans and others, continue to be herded into for profit prisons, for feeding their heads, at the command of alcoholic lawmakers, who also legitimize and profit from the illegal drug industry in the first place. They are making it illegal for the people to grow their own food. They are arresting children who are selling lemonade. They are permitting sex change operations for pre-pubescent children. They are selling automatic weapons to Mexican drug lords, who are dumping heads and bodies in the public thoroughfare. They are out of their freaking minds and they are going down. Lloyd Blankfein and Steven Schwartzman are going down, sooner or later. Will the Federal Reserve, J.P. Morgan and The Rothschilds follow? We can only watch and wait and hope to see it.
Ah, my friends. We are on the brink. Nothing is going the way of TPTW, even though they are engineering so much of it as it goes. There is no motivation on the part of those who created this mess, to fix it to the advantage of those, who are coming to get them. As a result, the process in progress can only get worse and as it gets worse the noose will tighten, the pitchforks will rattle and the flaming brands will light the way to the castle gates.
There can only be some immense and horrible act, on the part of TPTW, looming on the event horizon. They can try to toss some of the members of their cabal to the crowd, as a peace offering but they cannot fix the conditions that have brought them to this pass, because that is not how they operate. The dynamics of the arriving age demand a complete house cleaning and no matter where they run to hide, the conditions they have set in place exist among the residents of the locales they seek to flee to.
The ironic landing of the marines on the other side of the fence indicates an awakening in the ranks of the military, which presently exists to serve and defend their interests, which operate contrary to the interests of military personnel and their families. Their treatment of the military and their sacrifice of the military to the machinations of bankers are becoming known to the rank and file. The suicides and the atrocities, as well as the gay agenda, are killing morale all through the services. The one thing that military personnel expect is respect and acknowledgement of their efforts. The one thing they do not desire or expect is to die for the wrong reasons and to be treated like shit on their return.
How long will it be before the domestic police tire of what they are being asked to do; given their own suffering in terms of the economy in their own lives? How long can they continue to live with the bad publicity of the behavior of some of the members in their ranks?
On the natural, terrestrial level, Nature is aroused and sending strange armies of ants into the living spaces, as well as all manners of ground trembling, along with fire and rain upon the landscape.
In the governments, the lawmakers wonder, as they bend the knee to Israel at every turn. Meanwhile, the world turns its sympathy and their backs away from Israel. It is a ‘consummation devoutly to be wished’ that this accelerates and the groundswell of Israeli residents also rises up again the powers in place. The time frame shrinks incrementally between now and the last decanate of October, as it comes upon the doorstep of the winter of our extreme discontent; to paraphrase The Bard, who I just quoted already a moment before.
What a wild time is rocking the house and promising to swell its ranks by the day. How many millions in distress are about to wake up and join the party? The basic principle of The Apocalypse insists upon the awakening and the awakening is coming to each of us, in its own way, depending on what we are engaged in or suffering from. Kiss my ass and call me Cupid. Heh, heh, now that’s a strange something to say; probably should be a bumper sticker (grin). What storeroom hamper of bon mots did I get that one out of? Thank god for the internet and all those newsgathering websites that brings the information to our minds, so that we can be proactively involved in the truth of the thing in the first place.
You can get your red string Kabala wrist ornaments and Banker rope on special at Target all this week. Come on down! There’s a blue light special going on, up in the ass of this K-mart store closing culture, of the great American wet dream that’s been ridden hard and put away wet, under those paint rags in the basement. Come on down! Come on down to the burial ground of the rainmakers. Come on down to the cheap seats in the back of the theater and, keep in mind, that makes you the first people in a position to leave. Remember if you are poor and don’t have very much that you are the people least likely to be inconvenienced, given how inconvenienced you already are.
Readers have been quoting one of my favorite all time authors to me on a regular basis lately, giving me those excerpts from Gandalf and company about how no one wants to live in the times when the shadow has come into power on the land and how we have to rise to the call. I don’t consider the appearance of the tales of the Lord of the Rings to be any kind of a coincidence for the world we find ourselves having to live in. The parallels are spot on. Pull up a chair, or pick up a marching sign or standard, whatever it is you are called upon to do and let us meet at the river, once the dust has settled and gone.