Dog Poet Transmitting\u2026\u2026.<\/span><\/p>\n \u2018May the levees hold and your dog stay dry\u2019.<\/span><\/p>\n The Big Muddy is coming and it\u2019s going to put a gut shot into the belly of the American farming industry. You can\u2019t murder brown people in far away lands indefinitely, for the purpose of a privileged lifestyle for people who worship a psychopathic Jesus. The real Jesus wouldn\u2019t go anywhere near your John Wayne Gacy Jesus, made in your image, instead of the other way round; listening to Alan Jackson songs about, \u201cwhere were you on that day in September\u201d? I\u2019ll tell you where I\u2019ve been, <\/span>studying things like this<\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/a> <\/span>and understanding that some people cannot be let near the banking and education systems.<\/span><\/p>\n One of the great newspapers of our time, The Pakalert Press, published that; one more reason to kill brown people who know the truth. We know what to do with brown people, who know the truth and prefer lies for their own benefit; who reverse The Emancipation Proclamation, converting themselves into willing slaves for The Empire. We put them into public office and then <\/span>conceal everything that can be known<\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/a> <\/span>about them. That\u2019s how you get your Bwak Obama\u2019s and Charlie Rangel\u2019s. That\u2019s where you get your blowhards like Jessie Jackson (Chicago Machine) and Al Sharpton\u2019s and when someone such as Louis Farrakhan comes around and tells the truth, they get slander and ignominy, because another thing certain people shouldn\u2019t be in charge of is the media.<\/span><\/p>\n A culture is damned when it turns to trivial indulgences and offers up its integrity and honor for a piece of the action. Well, the people who should not be allowed to be in charge of anything have looted the stores and bankrupted you, while you follow an imaginary Jesus, with an unforgiving whip hand, over brown people in far off lands. Tornadoes and floods are just the beginning. You have ignited the wrath of Nature and you will reap the whirlwind. Floods and Earthquakes are lining up over the runaway of the present day, like something out of \u201cPushing Tin\u201d and you just nod your head like a plastic flamingo on a drinking glass; like a ridiculous hood ornament on an SUV. You\u2019re a nation of nodwells. You don\u2019t want the truth but the truth is looking for you. There\u2019s no reverse gear on The Apocalypse. It\u2019s full speed ahead.<\/span><\/p>\n Fukushima is melting down and an enormous Magellan-like cloud is motoring to the American homeland. The perpetrators and predators are migrating to South America and leaving you to your doom. They\u2019ve stolen everything that wasn\u2019t nailed down and then they came back with crowbars. Bad Jesus, a fairytale for the minds of Dumb and Dumber, is one of the principal players. He\u2019s riding on the dashboard of your car. He\u2019s working for the TSA. Well, at least Texas has had enough of that. It\u2019s easy to see that the next step is secession. You can count on that.<\/span><\/p>\n The second half of May looms ominously. There are surprises coming, because the more you won\u2019t wake up, the more you are going to be woken up to the judgments of disaster on your doorstep. I\u2019ve told this tale before, \u201cWhen the divine wants to wake you up, first you get a gentle tapping on your shoulder. Then you get more roughly shaken and then? And then the divine shows up with a two by four\u201d.<\/span><\/p>\n What\u2019s coming on your televisions that churn out lies like an infected ice cream maker; more reality TV and what\u2019s the result of that? You are going to wind up on reality TV, praying like Tweedledee and Tweedledum for Bad Jesus to come and save your plastic world and maybe kill a few more brown people at a distance. That\u2019s why they put a brown psychopath in the White House. Mr. Empty Suit thinks he\u2019s thinks he\u2019s Henri Christophe. He\u2019s bound for the iron maiden of history. He\u2019s bound for the rack and the wheel of karma along with all of his fellow travelers.<\/span><\/p>\n I don\u2019t know <\/span>how much truth is in this video<\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/a> <\/span>but if you\u2019ve got 2.5 hours, it is riveting viewing. The things I don\u2019t know can make my head spin, if I wasn\u2019t already rotating around my own interior star. The more that gets concealed, the more surfaces and the less attention gets paid. Feed your face; masturbate to pneumatic blowup sluts, who are now standing where that lady with the torch in Columbia Pictures used to stand. These days all she does is bend over and she can do some really kinky things with that torch; of course, the torch had to be put out for those efforts. She\u2019s no one trick pony though. She can do all kinds of things on her knees and so on and so forth. She\u2019s what you\u2019ve turned your aspirations and celestial destinies into. You can\u2019t hold forth the light of wisdom and freedom, because you\u2019re too damned scared of the consequences. Therefore you get the consequences, without the satisfaction of standing up for anything. You\u2019d rather go to Iraq, Afghanistan and Pakistan and kill brown people, while your country gets sold out from under you, by the people who caused all the events that sent you there.<\/span><\/p>\n Some things are limitless and ignorance is one of them. You\u2019ve managed to reverse evolution and you\u2019re not that far off from dropping down on all fours, in order to graze in the desert. Maybe you can find some brown people there to attack, with your hooves and claws. Never fear, you probably won\u2019t wind up there. You\u2019re bound for the paddocks and the Judas Goat; bound for the killing floor.<\/span><\/p>\n All Hell is about to break loose and it never occurs to you that Bad Jesus is wearing horns; performing auto erotica and cheering you on. \u201cMom, Jesus is exposing himself to me. He wants me to get in his Hummer and go for a ride\u201d. \u201cDoes he have any good candy\u201d? asks the woman who needs two airline seats. It takes six TSA guys to grope her.<\/span><\/p>\n It never occurs to you that all of the unemployment has been in the planning for a long time. It provides brainwashed cannon fodder and it sets the table with fear and want, so you dare not complain and you can\u2019t organize with your fellows, because it\u2019s every man for himself. This is what the culture of self-interest teaches. It\u2019s as plain as day, what\u2019s taking place but you can\u2019t see it. You\u2019re too afraid to look and too distracted to see what the purpose of the distractions are. Which of your leaders are saying that Bin Laden died ten years ago? Will they finally tell the truth when they get elected? Will they finally tell the truth when they are in charge? How many bald faced lies did Howdy Doody tell in his presidential campaign?<\/span><\/p>\n How many religious leaders are standing forth and telling the truth? How many entertainers with wide exposure are coming forth? Their income and phony public image is more important than the welfare of the people who believed what they had to say. Where are you Bob Dylan? Where are you Leonard Cohen; playing in Tel Aviv. Where are you Crosby, Still\u2019s, Nash and Young? I think Nash is dead, he\u2019s the lucky one. Where are you David Bowie? Where are you Paul McCartney; attending fashion shows and calling yourself, Sir Paul. You\u2019re all cowards sitting on your bank accounts, hoping to be recognized in restaurants and remembered for \u2018what you were\u2019.<\/span><\/p>\n Where are the writers and public figures? You are icons of shame and hypocrites, whose inspiration has left you, the same way the sand went out of your balls. Go ahead, rub the missing hara on your pot bellies and wonder why you are as you are. Where are the big social engines of environmental protection and all the charities that exist to protect and serve? You\u2019re nothing but tax dodges. You\u2019re all afraid to lose the infinitesimal power of your positions. Collectively you\u2019re not worth one Cynthia McKinney. You\u2019re not worth a single Ken O\u2019Keefe. What\u2019s up with the mealy mouth, George Galloway? Accept a lesser truth and hide from The Big Kahuna? What\u2019s up Jessie Ventura, wriggling like an eel? There you are, sidestepping the obvious and becoming as much of a cartoon as when you were a wrestler.<\/span><\/p>\n I\u2019ve said what I have to say today. I\u2019ve been saying it for years now and I will till I\u2019m gone to finer shores. What a pack of cowards. How do you live with yourself? It\u2019s like you just can\u2019t accept what is obviously on the way and what will you do then? What will you do then?<\/span><\/p>\n End Transmission\u2026\u2026.<\/span><\/p>\n Here\u2019s an homage to all of you; The Big One<\/a>.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n There\u2019s a <\/span>radio show at 7:30 Central Time on Sunday<\/span><\/a> night or download it Monday.<\/span><\/p>\n