Reflections in a Petri Dish – July 4, 2025

God Poet Transmitting…….

Once there was a president who was so driven and ambitious that nothing was beyond him. I knew the one shooting was a setup when he raised up like a human Iwo Jima with his… fight! Fight! Fight!… power fist. The other event was just some weapons and a cut-out.

I knew he was a phony when he promised The Moon and you didn’t even get green cheese, and… when he went to all those UFC competitions because he liked the idea that people saw him as a heavyweight. He cultivates the tough-talker crowd. He likes to pass himself off as a man of peace, and then has people killed from afar and brags about it… demeaning them; al Baghdadi, he cried like a little girl OR… they shoulda taken The Deal. He’s not Don Corleone. Don Corleone wasn’t Don Corleone.

He likes that regular guy… Huey Long… man-of-the-people shtick. That’s what causes him to eat all those gourmet burgers that are probably not McDonald’s but are delivered in the authentic wrappers. When you’re a con artiste, and when you’ve always been a con artiste, it’s important that you stay authentic appearing about your inauthenticity.

What really clarified it for me was all the low-brow hissy fits with the mentally ill, like Rosie O’Donnell. Then there were the endless Twitter Wars. He’s petty and mean. That is no sign of a great leader. A leader has gravitas and restraint. He has neither. He’s also a bully, going after Thomas Massey like he does. He can’t stand it when people see through him. Cons are like that.

I thought he might be authentic when so many real low-lifes went after him. Then I realized that was only sibling rivalry. The thing is, I really wanted to give him a break. I really wanted him to keep his word and usher the country into a golden age. I wanted him to be what he never tired of telling us he was. People got angry at me for doubting him. Over and over… I heard about it. I don’t adjust what I think and say to someone else’s standards or belief systems; I go by what my heart tells me, according to the voice of my soul… as it speaks in my mind.

Then… when he proved to be a shill for The Devil… when he proved that he was a devil, by letting a helpless people… whose only crime was refusing to leave the land that a pack of rich psychopaths stole from them; when he made fun of them by saying he was going to turn Gaza into a resort, that was… more or less… the final straw. Actually, there are a whole lot of last straws.

The put-upon… offended Israeli act… about having a right to defend themselves against a rag-tag band of desperate people who are fighting The Empire to survive; that narrative doesn’t hold water when you realize that Israel orchestrated the 10/7 attack, and killed their own people in the process. It also doesn’t hold water when you look back over the decades at the remorseless and persistent imprisoning… torturing, and killing of the indigenous inhabitants. I thought indigenous people were the sexiest pin-up on the DEI wall; not if they are Palestinian. Then they are the ugly girl at the pretty people’s sleepover.

For eighty years The Satanic Israelis have murdered and tormented Palestinians with impunity.

America never did anything because the Deep State, globalist bankers, own the national debt. They also kill anyone who gets in their way, even if they are the president.

If The President was stupid then… that might put a better spin on it. I’m still waiting for them to count the gold at Fort Knox. I never cared about The Files or any of those hot-ticket items like the Fort Knox gold, I’ve been aware of the hoodwinking that was going on for a very long time, well before 9/11. I have also been a starry-eyed fool. I thought when the 60s hit that The World had changed. The World didn’t change.

I was into all the arcane and mysterious truths that were surfacing in The World and in my mind. I did not spend my time catching STDs. I showered regular, and I lived in the teeth of awesome change, even though I never had any money. I just kept believing, and then the 80s cleared my head about what was happening.

I tried to be a good guy, but… I didn’t always succeed. I almost went down the tubes a number of times, but somehow… I always bobbed like a cork on unruly waters. I’ve seen life, BUT… I will admit… often through rose-colored glasses. I conned myself, come to think of it. The President is a contemporary of mine, or… is it the other way around? Does the headliner always get top billing?

Alligator Alcatraz… where does he come up with shit like that? Personally, I have NEVER had a problem with Mexicans. I spent time around them… working and partying. I never had a problem with any of the other races, except for just that one race who screwed me over and stabbed me in the back again and again; the people that El Presidente is so tight with. God! I hope the Iranians blow up that Wailing Victim-Industry Wall.

I’ve been depressed and downhearted (to quote from a song), but I never lost my faith because I met God early on. I met him in person, more than once, so… I may not get invited to rumbles in the neon desert, BUT… I know somebody The President does not know… unless I am really off my feed. Am I wrong? Is this really all about a skilled… brave and compassionate Christian con artiste (you get an E on the end if you are pretentious) conning a group of vicious monsters, and leading them on? Are we not yet at the denouement? Am I maligning The Gipper with The Singapore Grip? I’ve never been to Singapore. Is that a problem?

The lack of Gravitas is a real tell. The inability to proceed with grace and honor as the leader of the greatest country on Earth… makes me wonder. Using the YMCA gay-boy anthem as a theme song… the fast food attractions… the coarse language when he didn’t know the mics were on… the bloviating narcissism… the callous disregard of the millions who went out of their way to support him… who waited for hours to hear him talk in circles of self-regard. So many of those people were (and still are) taken in by another con created by the very people running the whole shit show.

Did you know about this, people???

I don’t know. My antenna tells me there’s something off about that guy. Look at the cruel indifference and dismissive contempt for The Palestinians, all of it during the systematic genocide and murder of infants… of blasted limbs turning silently in a space… where no one is listening, and can’t hear the screams.

I get the equal cruelty of The Fundie prayer-rug people, raping boys and even animals… their savage treatment of women, and their tumescent appreciation for Sharia and all things painful and distressing to others. Both sides of this action will one day be turning on a spit at Hell’s 24/7 rib joint, DOWN the way. How do either of these knuckle-dragging troglodyte demographics justify their behavior with God? Obviously, none of this has anything to do with God. Like I said, I met the guy and he’s not like either one of them.

Meanwhile… this is going on every day with The President’s permission.

What is he talking about here? This is Energizer Bunny shit. It just keeps going, and going, and going?

I see dozens of these every day, and then Mr. Cyptic, who shares the space with Mr. Obvious, Mr. Devious, AND Mr. Avuncular, comes along and says this.

You know who Shylock was right? Merchant of Venice ring any bells? Pound of flesh? Wikipedia… a Zio-Nazi revisionism portal… sanitizes the poor fellow’s rep. They do this sort of thing again, and again. They make History friendly… to themselves. “If you prick us, do we not bleed?” My response to that is, not… nearly… enough.

Now The Big Beautiful Bill has been carried across the finish line, and all kinds of things got written into law. The Democrats are incensed about it. They are in a hair-tearing fury. That’s good. The Republicans like it. That’s probably not good.

“By their works, ye shall know them.” That statement by the previous avatar keeps coming to my mind every time I try to reason out what is happening and every time I try to look with spiritual sight behind the curtain of appearances. Giving a nation of bloodthirsty psychopaths 2,000-pound bombs to mass murder defenseless civilians ruins any other argument you can give me about this guy. Let’s make this the last link in a link-heavy posting (besides the stuff at the end).

We will find out. Some will find out too late. Some won’t find out in time, and some of us will just watch because we don’t have a pig in the fight. It always comes back to the junkie ego waiting on its next fix. Nothing is ever enough, but it will keep coming back until the truth of it dawns. Often that is a really long time. Happy 4^th of July where that might apply, and…

 

… one last thing.

 

 

End Transmission…….

 

Today’s Original Song is

♫ When Darkness Falls ♫

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