Ob-ama Wan Kanobi you were our last hope...
in fighting the weirdest creatures you've ever seen...
You will never find a more retched hive of Trumpian
scum and villainy...
On The Amazon, a loose metaphor for NYC:
AMAZON AND BEYOND:
* Extreme man-made climate change across the earth.
* Extreme displacement of nine simultaneous "Arab Spring"
Islamic civil wars.
* Extreme right wing nationalist resurgent politics worldwide.
* Millions of displaced flowing into Western and Easten Europe
and the Americas.
* Extreme economic volatility, the 2008 Great Recession to the
collapse of oil to Brexit.
* Extreme 6' 8" Tatooined humanoids gay and straight, male
and female out of Moz Cantina, NYC.
Now what is all this about extreme size and height? I don't see 6' 5" women
every time I go out. But close to it. The average height is still supposed to be
5' 10” for men and 5' 6" for women.
It’s my view that the...
internet sites and videos about Nephilim "sons of God"
“daughters of men" who supposedly existed before
Noah referenced not just on biblical sites but on
hundreds of rigged bogus blogs and videos whose
deliberately provocative fake presentation repeats
the terms "Reptilians" and "ancient space aliens"
to convince those not in on the joke that the internet
is teaming with sub IQ 80 Religious Right delusional nutjobs.
A few are...nuts that is. A few videos and comments are by
and for the insane but the majority of fringe sites and channels
are by people who’re likely far from insane. If these were a
couple of hundred sites no one including me would care.
The same troll/ bot farms likely also account for toxic internet
trolling and threats directed mainly at women always said to be
by male Gamergate fanatics of all ages. IMO, it is all done to
degrade internet usage for everyone and women in particular.
This blog might indicate who these idiots are generally which
means nothing as Leonard Cohen used to say, because “That's
the way it goes, everybody knows." Except slow learner me.
wrong with a reality that goes slightly beyond my personal
projections of what people should look like, think like or what
should and should not be? Yes I am. There's no one listening
except for a single supposedly female follower. The first one
identified as from US military intel. Stupidly bogus. Replaced
by her opposite, a retired US expatriate living South of France
who favors 911 conspiracies cultivated mainly by the extreme
right wing, and by RT or Sputnik "news" presenting
themselves as legitimate straight news outlets except when
when diverging into novelty soft “news.” Everyone is
supposed to forget they are fronts for the prototypical
surveillance klepto petrostate, Russia.
Besides my being a retired, lazy, 6' aging boomer who might
look to be 40 - 50 of average health, who doesn't need
prescription or non-prescription drugs, no hair dye, no nose rings
or ponytails. No shaved head, dreads, addictions, no tattoos,
beard, man buns, mood swings zigzagging in opposite directions.
Pretty dull and nothing in common with posthumans too numerous
to count who look straight out of a Trump inaugural speech, the
meth amphetamined "Mad Max" barren rusted-out drug infested
wasteland or like walking monument alien hookers from the 1996
movie, "Mars Attacks." The aliens are not from space. They're
from Earth. Or like the old Twilight Zone segment maybe I'm the alien.
On the internet there is a special emphasis on endtimes-all-the-time
which for many means there is no future because it's literally
always Apocalypse Now! Recycled over and over through wars,
famine and recycled lifetimes with a voice has always been SILENT.
The internal latent witness aspect is no longer silent.
Oingo Boingo from the NYC Ritz of 30 years ago:
exceed the average persons day to day experience are no big deal
for me. What I am describing is "unpossible" except that nothing
written about here can be considered proof. Except by me, a left behinder
who still can't believe his lying eyes. Per the song, my invite either
has or hasn't arrived...to a party where no one's alive...
....NYC in a time warp looking more and more like the NYC of 1984
without the crime. The city has become a dead zone, an overcrowded
graveyard reflective of things that are part of and apart from global events.
Disrupted people not accounted for by official or unofficial U-6
unemployment, the homeless, addicted or displaced migrants but
includes all of those. As of post election 2016 things are improving
slightly. As if the election of "The Don", a reality show host and
real estate mafioso, has somehow pacified some invisible beast.
Conservative appearance now alternates with Zoolander posthuman
wildlife. (A tweet by Ben Stiller who acted and wrote the movie
Zoolander just crossed my screen. Jussst coincidence. Stiller rarely tweets)
Aside from TV and movies any other existential anguish is to be
confined to fiction or paintings like "Der Schrei der Natur" a/k/a
“The Scream of Nature" by Edvard Munch. IMO, the painting
resonates with circumstances surrounding a certain Judge named
Daniel Paul Schreber (Schrei) who had his famous Freudian
second psychotic "nervous episode" in 1893 the same year as one
of the Munch paintings. With the "other", the alien, or Munch's
unfortunate sister supposedly with tinnitus in the foreground who
was confined to an asylum depicted in the background below the bridge.
A screaming comes across the sky. It has happened before,
but there is nothing to compare it to now." Famous timeless
opening lines to Thomas Pynchon's 1973 novel Gravity's Rainbow
regarding WWII German V-2 rockets over London. It happened
before and after when screaming 747 airliners used as missiles
were heard over New York City. The destruction was seen by
me at a distance from Brooklyn and also on TV.
2003 - 2005, I heard an electronically altered air raid siren
combined with a human scream sound effect. Sounding
like the old duck-and-cover sirens of the 1950's with a
scream from hell attached. Or like WWII imminent V-2
attack sirens heard over England along with the V-2 missiles
themselves breaking the sound barrier. And then it stopped.
And no, it wasn't a delayed post 911 auditory sonic shock.
It was more than subjective.
(Yeah sure, it was significant. "They" all say that)