DEVOLUTION DOUCHEBAG STYLE:
“PROUD BOY” STYLE
"NEPHILIM" STYLE
WIKI - AVERAGE HEIGHT WORLDWIDE:
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_
Long ago I briefly spoke to a woman
The "whatever you do don't stare" Han Solo
* Beards and man-buns growing in opposite
* For a couple of years too many cosplay guys
Reflective of nothing in particular:
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_
12/2024, 7.0 from Turkey vs 2.07 from India:
Tall people are no longer considered unusual.
I'm six foot and not considered short or tall.
Each generation 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 grandson
I saw in a LES drinking establishment with my
family’s name out-front. How possible?
“Coincidence?”
The grandmother was the only one I’ve
ever spoken to in that age group and of
that height which means it happens and who cares?
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
I spoke with two 6’ Italian brunettes who saw muh
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 that occurred 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, Met Life tower was a residential
bunkbed co-op with sky bridges overlooking a
flooded 2140 Manhattan up to the Bronx. Sky
bridges still exist on 32nd St Manhattan and off
the High-line.
* Yeaterdays 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 movie “Oh
Brother…”
*Now it’s Good Evening and Good Night on
B’dway re: Joe McCarthy, Roy Cohn via Clooney.
Nothing ab’t Roy Cohn’s “Apprentice” Donny?
Sold out limited performances.
* Deliberate blindside bumping in stores or on
near empty sidewalks. Once I returned the favor
by doing a deliberate “accidental” shoulder bump
and added “zombies everywhere, in yo hair
and underwear.” Big guy laughed back.
* Amplified 6’ 4” white guy walks super
aggressively jumping out of a 23rd St hotel
lobby. Inches from my stride daring me to
step on the backs of his shoes. Which I did.
The last time it happened. “Flooding the zone.”
* In a neighborhood loaded with gyms, Adderal,
AAS roids, meth, Evening and Morning Star senior temperance ladies, LDS(?), JW, Masonic and
otherwise unidentified cosplay gays pretending
“sincere” attraction to skin tags in the corners
of muh eyes. Adderall and illegal drug traffic
moved to Hell’s Kitchen? Replaced by
cannabis CBD smoke shops.
* Vacillating between desperation and deviance.
What goes on in the Religious Nationalist NPD
cray-cray? With their Renfield bug-eating
omni-sexual cosplayers announcing in
downtown Tao, “I’m a stalker.” Pretending
“insincere” attraction to my sneakers. What’s
with the sneakers? Part of a prescribed script?
* Paying me fake sneaker complements on
subway platforms before pretending to threaten
me with a dental pick. Sneaker comments twice
in dermatology offices, in bars. Just random
everything everywhere stupid *coincidance.*
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 after viewing a
few YT stalker videos by ex-JW apostate adherents.
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.
* Falun Gong, Epoch Times, Black Hebrews(?)
and original 1870’s high rise Freemason Lodge.
All are nearby. Where lots of “flood the zone” bs
happens.
* Including events on 23rd Street the night after
J6, 2021. Just down from the Masonic Lodge.
No Jim Carrey Illuminutty jokes needed.
Masonic dark zombie humor reality is bad *enuff.*
* The above groups are known for trying to mix
in with everyday proles. (Elder man-o-faith points
to a fem “you, you’re orange haired girl this month.”)
*LDS Mormon’s sold their Chelsea townhouse?
To a psychiatrist?
* Overamplified penguin-walk gym guys.
(Tin Men)
and women took on deliberately fake coded
imposter vocal fry, ‘mission control’ speech
patterns. Online and off. I wish it were/ was
*passinoyoyoyia* imagination and such as that.
* the perfect neighborhood for Elizabeth Holmes: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elizabeth_Holmes
Born in 1984, “serious researcher” fraudster
Holmes attracted many Republican investors.
Like Henry Kissinger, George Shultz, Schultz’s
son, General Mattis, Betsey DeVos, Ruppert
Murdoch.
I saw Holmes in Mad*ison Sq Park years ago.
Recognizable and forgettable. Now serving
humanity in prison. Pending appeals.
Her planned pregnancy didn’t get her off.
Liz to be pardoned by Trump? Ed Snowden also?
* Putin, Netanyahu cheering the Trump Elon narrow popular vote win. Kash Patel as FBI Chief? Patel
still selling online merch? No FBI budget? Because
casinos trips were paid out of FBI funds? Of course.
* 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 aspirin, much less ordering
anything except boring internet vitamins. My
intentional misspellings and grammar are my poof.
My old Asian PC MD’s only prescriptions were
asthma steroid sprays. He pretended professional
insult when I told him I was non-compliant due
to drinking what’s now called keto style coffee.
I only needed emergency sprays a few times a year.
Now zero times a year.
* 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.
* Covid blood clots on my foot complicated things.
Now gone except for…who cares?
* Things were moving toward the stable end of
the continuum in 2015. Then came Trump
chaos and the 2020 COVID-19 disaster made
worse by deliberate Trump Kushner inaction/
sabotage matching Republican 2005 hurricane
Katrina ineptitude.
* Signaling what? Any description of extremes
like these can easily be dismissed as subjective
mood swings and sour grape alcoholic
projections. None come close to describing
everyday reality based violations of 1st and
2nd unwritten Fight Club rules. Which
are better off remaining unspoken/ unwritten.
(The only neighborhood senior event I ever
attended, “Fight Club” was featured. Very
obscure, very far out, very good Brad Pitt movie)
* 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.
Reflective of nothing in particular:
* 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 clothing designs apart from Halloween.
Like “They Live” aliens.
* Occasional "dead air" effects like air sucked
out of the ear during an old medical ear exam.
One ENT MD jabbed me in the ear with the
cotton cue swab. I let it go.
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 had www animated human anatomy
illustrations and YT videos. No longer)
Here’s Jim “Grasshopper” Carrey:
* whether sober, drunk or super drunk, I never
have and never will be physically/ verbally nasty.
* Even after making it super convenient for a
few “providers” and fraternal ex-cops to show
who and what cowards they are by stating
otherwise.
* 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.
* Physical and psych waterboarding torture in
variety and monotony.
* Nobody’s p-p-per-perfect. Especially me.
I don't have a need for normalcy or need
people to look or act like me. Especially when
drinking beer, wine, sake, 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, my DC birthday parades
or my cranial reticulum inverted magical BBL
surgical waste and scalp. Or my clementine
saffron spray-tan complexion that elected me,
DJT, Emperor of the US Casino Laundry Club
for life.’
(“Y’all got that-there TDS, Trump Derangement Syndrome acronym acrimony going on?”)
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