Old style DEVOLUTION DOUCHEBAG:
“PROUD BOY” STYLE
"NEPHILIM" STYLE
Tall people are/ no longer considered unusual.
Each gen gets taller.
Long ago I briefly spoke to a woman
at the Chelsea Market in NYC probably
in her 70's, easily over 6' 4" and likely
the mother of another…
…woman of average height mentioned
elsewhere in this blog. Whose tall son
I saw in a LES drinking establishment with my
family’s name out-front. How possible?
“Coincidence?”
I stood between two 6’ 8” blonde women in the
Columbus Circle Whole Foods on the day I got
my second Covid-19 Moderna vaccine. Then
spoke with two 6’ Italian brunettes who saw my
vax button and proclaimed, “Jesus is our vaccine.”
I didn’t laugh or stare but they stuck out their
jaws as if pulling my leg.
The "whatever you do don't stare" Han Solo
warning showed up in several separate Star Wars
movies just before Solo and company entered the
Star Wars Intergalactic “Maz Cantina.”
Was this the movie zeitgeist hinting of what was
to come? Not to a galaxy far far away, but as
normalized extremes of our earth-based everyday?
* “2140 New York” by one of Obama’s favorite
writers, Kim Stanley Robinson: The beginning
takes place on 23rd St, NYC in the Metropolitan
Life tower. Where else?
The tower now owned by Abu Dhabi Investment
Authority. Next to a smaller glass IBM add-on.
In the book, future 2140 Met Life tower is a
residential bunkbed co-op with sky bridges
overlooking a flooded year 2140 Manhattan up to
the Bronx. Today’s sky bridges exist on 32nd St
and off the Manhattan High-line.
* Yesterdays distressed holes in the jeans effect
are like the beginning of Salman Rushdie's,
“Midnight's Children” where a village female
in India attracts her man by wearing a sheet
with all the main areas covered but with holes
everywhere else. Rushdie is still with us
after a Muslim extremist attempted fatwah.
* Beards and man-buns growing in opposite
directions, half mast soggy bottom sweatpants.
The Soggy Bottom Boys from the Clooney
movie “Oh Brother, Where Art Thou.”
* Recently “Good Evening and Good Night” on
B’dway re: Joe McCarthy, Roy Cohn drama
written by and starring GeorgeClooney. Limited performances, sold out.
* Deliberate blindside bumping by bruisers on
near empty sidewalks. I returned the favor by “accidentally” shoulder bumping the guy
and adding “zombies everywhere, in yo hair
and underwear.” Bruiser laughed.
* Amplified 6’ 4” white guy walks super
aggressively out of a hotel lobby. Inches in
front, daring me to step on the backs of his shoes.
Which I did.
* In a neighborhood loaded with gyms, Adderal,
AAS roids, meth, LDS(?), JW @Kingdom Hall,
Masonic and otherwise unidentified cosplay gays pretending “sincere” attraction to skin tags in the
corners of muh eyes. Lots of cannabis CBD neighborhood smoke shops. Who pretend not
to know what zyns are.
* Vacillating between desperation and deviance.
What goes on in the Religious Nationalist “discrete”
NPD cray-cray?
* With Renfield bug-eating omni-sexual couple announcing in the downtown Tao, “I’m a stalker”
while the guy pretended “sincere” sneaker
attraction. Pre-scripted bs while Vampira paid for
my drinks hiding behind Renfield “stalker” guy.
* Or paying me fake sneaker complements on
subway platforms before pretending to threaten
me with a dental pick. Just random everything everywhere stupid *coincidances.* Not.
Subway guy had a large “J” tattoo on the back
of his hand. Weeks later I get a hand written note
from Jehovah Witnesses with a nearby return
address. I tore it up w/o reading. I’d seen a few
YT stalker videos by ex-JW apostates.
The return address on the envelope? A west side
blank wall. Then weeks later? Kingdom Hall in
“worldly” gold letters. No windows? Lutheran
block long seminary and a Catholic Church nearby.
and original 1870’s very large Freemason Lodge.
All are nearby. Where lots of “flood the zone” bs
happens.
* Including J7 events on 23rd Street the night after
J6, 2021. Near the huge Masonic Temple Lodge.
No Jim Carrey Illuminutty jokes needed.
Masonic zombie dark three piece suit humor reality
is bad *enuff.*
* The above groups are known for trying to blend
in and stand out from everyday proles. (My guess:
Elder man-o-faith points to a fem, “you, you’re
orange haired girl this month.”)
* Scientology has 3 “Churches” in Manhattan.
W125th St, E46th St, W82nd St. All tax exempt
wrong addresses.
*LDS Mormon’s sold their Chelsea townhouse?
To a psychiatrist?
* Angel Moroni no longer blows his horn of
retribution near Lincoln Center.
* LDS, Masons and Scibots have much in common.
* Overamplified penguin-walk gym bros (Tin Men) Skinny out-o-shape me doesn’t want to look/ walk/
talk like these guys.
took on deliberately fake coded imposter vocal
fry ‘mission control’ speech patterns. Online
and off. I wish it were imagination.
Born in 1984, “serious researcher” fraudster
Holmes attracted many Republican investors:
Henry Kissinger, George Shultz, Schultz’s
son, General Mattis, Betsey DeVos, Ruppert
Murdoch.
I saw Holmes in Mad*ison Sq Park years ago.
She leaned over as if posing. Recognizable and forgettable. Now serving humanity in prison.
Planned pregnancy didn’t get her off. In the
same Texas prison resort as Gurley Maxwell? Unpossible! But true.
* Putin, Netanyahu cheering the Trump JDV
narrow popular vote win. FBI Director Kash
Patel rolling his eyes and still selling online merch?
* CVS, Rite Aid, Duane Reed drug stores replaced
by liquor and juul smoke shops. In what used to be
the densest residential/ employment area in NYC.
* As if awaiting Republicans to come charging
over the hill to rescue “women’s and chillins”
from smoke shop kratum and strong weed.
* I wouldn’t know one smoke shack-rack drug
from another. I don’t smoke anything, no
prescriptions, no Tydenol, much less ordering
anything except boring internet vitamins. My
intentional misspellings and grammar are my poof.
My Asian MD’s only prescription was asthma
steroid sprays. He pretended professional
insult when I told him I was not using sprays as
recommended. Non-compliance due to only
needed emergency sprays a few times a month.
Now zero times.
* No Walmart/ Costco vitamins, no smoke shop
or Fox News CBD THC gummies or kratom.
These days I don’t mix the grain and the grape.
* Signaling what? These descriptions can
easily be dismissed as subjective mood
swings and sour grape alcohol projections.
All come close to violating r1st and 2nd rules
of reality based Fight Club, never talk about
Fight Club. Which was featured at the only neighborhood senior movie event I ever attended.
* Deliberately toxic and nasty women?
Or the extreme opposite as in, “Yes sir,
you're the boss, anything you say.” Which
“very reasonably” cycled into its opposite mode.
* Loud nearby conversations in food halls either
in gibberish Engmush or like Ben Shapiro, Dave
Pool robo language software modules in adderall
fast-forward.
* For too long, "Dios De Los Muertos" skull and
snake tattoo/ clothing designs apart from Halloween.
* “They Live” aliens? No, but close.
* Occasional "dead air" effects like air sucked
out of the ear during old ear medical exams.
Cue Maxwell Smart’s "Cone of Silence.”
* With certain females a sharp point of focus
in the brain.
* Like a brief “cerebral spinal flush” when
internal house lights briefly switched on. With
a split second internal image of a huge grasshopper.
CSF, as in cerebral Spinal *Flush* not fluid
versions of same were on YT. No longer.
* “Grasshopper” Jim Carrey’s Shaman initiation:
* whether sober, drunk or super drunk, I never
have and never will be physically/ verbally nasty
to health providers or anyone else.
* Even after making it super convenient for a
few “providers” and probable fraternal ex-cops
to show who and what they are when I gave
them the chance to state otherwise on two
pandemic occasions.
* the above lied the first time and tripled down
the last time. By passing out I made it super easy.
* I didn’t rip up my own clothes and then my face.
Their freakshow way of delivering a message.
* Physical and psych waterboarding torture in
variety and monotony.
* Nobody’s p-p-per-perfect. Especially me.
Especially when drinking alcohol-n-coffee…
which don’t agree. (Provoking bad poetry)
I don’t want people to look like Tru-man
Burbank of The Truman Show. And certainly
not like TCL Tru-mp Cowardly Lion, Lying King.
Trump gets away with saying in effect…
‘don't dare laugh at my bone-spur military
deferment, my BBB, Big Beautiful Butt cranial
reticulum inverted magical surgical waistline,
and scalp BBL.
Or the clementine saffron spray-tan complexion
that elected P47 as Emperor of the US Bitcoin
Stablecoin,Sports Betting, Casablanca DC
Casino Grand Ballroom Laundry Club for life.
Gestalt Zeitgeist Wisdumb:
“Y’all got that there TDS, Trump Derangement
Syndrome acronym acrimony going on?”
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