I'm with you on the: Why work this hard in this entropic system?
I have slowed down most of my extracurricular activities mostly because entropy is wreaking havoc on my body. I must needs to downshift to lower gear. Actually, I'm in neutral and just coasting. Either inertia or momentum force ought to get me to wherever the heck I'm heading. I have no clue. Life is bizzar!
Merrily, merrily, merrily.... life is but a hallucination !
Good to hear from you my friend even if you are coasting, it is downhill, and in the opposite direction. There are no roads that lead out of here so not much to trying to take the highway to the ice wall.
Neurosiphilitic people are are everywhere. The human race is screwed, but I really don't give a damn. I declare without any reservations that our species is utterly pathetic. I feel nothing but contempt and disgust towards most Hu-mans. Present company excluded.
You've overcome the Lie that they sold to everyone:
There are more of US than there are of THem.
Well, for one thing: We ain't THem. We ain't even the "US".
Four another thing: WE are in the minority and have been from the start.
It's one thing for folks to have been given the Silent We Upon for a Quiet Whar that gave them diabetes and made them grossly obese.
Tain't their fault. They had no idea what was done to them.
It's a whole nother thing to have a swiss cheese brain from being a Hive Mind Syph-Mate but not even attempt to remedy the situation. Can't even call those people Fat Heads since the bugs ate all of the tasty bits out of their skulls.
The "J"man said He tain't far me is agin' me (Country Christ). So, really the bulk of bipeds are obstacles at best or clear and present dangers at worst.
Ha! Ha! Ha! I'm here for the FUNNY way you write that makes me feel joy. I would bless you for making me chuckle, but alas, since I'm not convinced there is a benevolent god up in the sky, I'll simply say Thank you!
Thank you for thanking me. A thousand years before the "J"man was the mithras cult that would have the ones who could pay to stand under a grate while they sacrificed a bull so that they could be drenched in blud. The po' foke would be off to the side where the priest would take a container of the shed red and SPRINKLE it on them witch was called a BLESSING.
So, I am full of grate that you DID NOT BLESS me, because bless my soul, I know too much about this sickass illuSzion to want to be a part of any of the hallucinatory madness.
Just don't laugh while eating or drinking. I don't want you to suffer vapor-lock.
For what it's worth Grandmaster Pat. This attack is another proof that your body of work and MO is the only way out of this mess.
I don't even know what to say since talking is pointless but the chess game illustrates perfectly what's going on with the goyim, cucks and traitors Grandmaster, cucks and traitors dragging us with them as they are sinking.
Really want to help with that sledgehammer job Grandmaster Pat, if not doable, dying while attempting to cross to purgatorio is better than this limbo in hell.
Never could do the Limbo. Can't bend my back bakwards.
So the dragging us down analogy is what is taught in open sea rescue.
NEVER get in front of the drowning victim. They will pull you down and both of you will go see Davy Jones (NOT from the Monkees). You get behind them and pull them from their chin to safety.
At our level we'd be looking at it from the chopper: "What do you think of the situation?" "They're gunna drawnd." Helo flies away...
My other analogy is that we 'wake up' to find ourselves birthed on a plateau. Because we need to recon noiter we go to the edge to have a look around to find a steep cliff.
Then...
the sounds of hoofbeats as the buffalo that were stampeded by the ones who stuck us here are charging towards the cliff with us at the edge.
Now, I say: Give them a good push to get them to their cowardly destination of spooked buffalo husks, but it is the PRESS OF THE NUMBERS that will take us down with them.
That buffalo analogy is spot on Grandmaster Pat, the first thing that came to my mind is Princess standing on a mountain of skulls just like during the bison mass extermination.
Ps. I just hope that we will have our wingsuits on when it will happen Grandmaster Pat.
OH I GET IT PATRICK!
From that classic Canadian documentary: CUBE:
"It's pointless!"
"That's my point."
It is a Hiper-Sphere no points-pointless, continuum in 3D+ My Friend, whit no 'comets' to save us...
I thought you were my friend!
Now you're taking my Comets away from me!
All Hope is Lost.
Dear Patrick,
I'm with you on the: Why work this hard in this entropic system?
I have slowed down most of my extracurricular activities mostly because entropy is wreaking havoc on my body. I must needs to downshift to lower gear. Actually, I'm in neutral and just coasting. Either inertia or momentum force ought to get me to wherever the heck I'm heading. I have no clue. Life is bizzar!
Everybody sing it:
Merrily, merrily, merrily.... life is but a hallucination !
Good to hear from you my friend even if you are coasting, it is downhill, and in the opposite direction. There are no roads that lead out of here so not much to trying to take the highway to the ice wall.
Neurosiphilitic people are are everywhere. The human race is screwed, but I really don't give a damn. I declare without any reservations that our species is utterly pathetic. I feel nothing but contempt and disgust towards most Hu-mans. Present company excluded.
You've overcome the Lie that they sold to everyone:
There are more of US than there are of THem.
Well, for one thing: We ain't THem. We ain't even the "US".
Four another thing: WE are in the minority and have been from the start.
It's one thing for folks to have been given the Silent We Upon for a Quiet Whar that gave them diabetes and made them grossly obese.
Tain't their fault. They had no idea what was done to them.
It's a whole nother thing to have a swiss cheese brain from being a Hive Mind Syph-Mate but not even attempt to remedy the situation. Can't even call those people Fat Heads since the bugs ate all of the tasty bits out of their skulls.
The "J"man said He tain't far me is agin' me (Country Christ). So, really the bulk of bipeds are obstacles at best or clear and present dangers at worst.
Ha! Ha! Ha! I'm here for the FUNNY way you write that makes me feel joy. I would bless you for making me chuckle, but alas, since I'm not convinced there is a benevolent god up in the sky, I'll simply say Thank you!
Thank you for thanking me. A thousand years before the "J"man was the mithras cult that would have the ones who could pay to stand under a grate while they sacrificed a bull so that they could be drenched in blud. The po' foke would be off to the side where the priest would take a container of the shed red and SPRINKLE it on them witch was called a BLESSING.
So, I am full of grate that you DID NOT BLESS me, because bless my soul, I know too much about this sickass illuSzion to want to be a part of any of the hallucinatory madness.
Just don't laugh while eating or drinking. I don't want you to suffer vapor-lock.
For what it's worth Grandmaster Pat. This attack is another proof that your body of work and MO is the only way out of this mess.
I don't even know what to say since talking is pointless but the chess game illustrates perfectly what's going on with the goyim, cucks and traitors Grandmaster, cucks and traitors dragging us with them as they are sinking.
Really want to help with that sledgehammer job Grandmaster Pat, if not doable, dying while attempting to cross to purgatorio is better than this limbo in hell.
Never could do the Limbo. Can't bend my back bakwards.
So the dragging us down analogy is what is taught in open sea rescue.
NEVER get in front of the drowning victim. They will pull you down and both of you will go see Davy Jones (NOT from the Monkees). You get behind them and pull them from their chin to safety.
At our level we'd be looking at it from the chopper: "What do you think of the situation?" "They're gunna drawnd." Helo flies away...
My other analogy is that we 'wake up' to find ourselves birthed on a plateau. Because we need to recon noiter we go to the edge to have a look around to find a steep cliff.
Then...
the sounds of hoofbeats as the buffalo that were stampeded by the ones who stuck us here are charging towards the cliff with us at the edge.
Now, I say: Give them a good push to get them to their cowardly destination of spooked buffalo husks, but it is the PRESS OF THE NUMBERS that will take us down with them.
Only two words suffice with that:
FUCK
THAT.
That buffalo analogy is spot on Grandmaster Pat, the first thing that came to my mind is Princess standing on a mountain of skulls just like during the bison mass extermination.
Ps. I just hope that we will have our wingsuits on when it will happen Grandmaster Pat.
Wingsuits!
Dude, you're always thinking.
I just have my bedsheet cape with a bat scribbled in crayon on the back.