Jingo-vomiting Fools

the A.I. wanted me to see this:

So, who am I to refuse.

But who is this guy who came out of nowhere playing Cunt Tree music and waving the Family Crest Colors of an Apron-Wearing Freemason George Wooden-Teeth Warshingtun?

The first song of his that someone sent to me included him bashing ‘fat’ people for having no selfcontrol or selfrespect.

I know that I’m shadowbanned but sometimes my comments get through. I posted a comment that he should be singing about how the DTP shot CAUSES DIABETES THUS THE OBESITY EPIDEMIC and that ‘fat’ people are literally starving to death in a land where food isn’t even food.

Didn’t hear anything from him or his slavish followers.

I expected at least HATE MAIL.

Butt, lettuce eggs am mine this Buy Bull verse that people were hootin’ and hollerin’ about as if were something special:

◄ Ecclesiastes 1 ►

King James Bible

The words of the Preacher, the son of David, king in Jerusalem.

You know: the one who wrote the Greater and Lesser Keys of Schlomo that teaches the names of all of the demons, how to summon them, and how to control them with rings? And you thought Lord of the Rings was just a fantasy movie.

Vanity of vanities, saith the Preacher, vanity of vanities; all is vanity.

Isn't that the dressing table with a mirror?

What profit hath a man of all his labour which he taketh under the sun?

Lettuce ask the Elders of Szion who Schlomo was part of to see what They have to say:

Protocol 3:5 --- What is it to the proletariat laborer, bowed double over his heavy toil, crushed by his lot in life, if talkers get the right to babble, if journalists get the right to scribble any nonsense side by side with good stuff, once the proletariat has no other profit out of the constitution save only those pitiful crumbs which we fling them from our table in return for their voting in favor of what we dictate, in favor of the men we place in power, the servants of our AGENTUR ... Republican rights for a poor man are no more than a bitter piece of irony, for the necessity he is under of toiling almost all day gives him no present use of them, but the other hand robs him of all guarantee of regular and certain earnings by making him dependent on strikes by his comrades or lockouts by his masters.

One generation passeth away, and another generation cometh: but the earth abideth for ever.

Uh... yeah... unless it's a SIM and then they just upgrade to the next program...

The sun also ariseth, and the sun goeth down, and hasteth to his place where he arose.

Sun: My Pronouns are He and Burn yo' ass to a Crispy Crunch.

The wind goeth toward the south, and turneth about unto the north; it whirleth about continually, and the wind returneth again according to his circuits.

My wind goeth to da south when I eat beans, and turneth to the north whens I use a fortay to wash down da beans!

All the rivers run into the sea; yet the sea is not full; unto the place from whence the rivers come, thither they return again.

It's called Evaporation Cycle and Primary Water - but then you knew that.

All things are full of labour; man cannot utter it: the eye is not satisfied with seeing, nor the ear filled with hearing.

Is that why the call it the Labour Party? I always wondered if they served malt liquor during them partays?

The eye is not satisifed with seeing, witches is why they targeted the dopamine circuit to addict chilrens to 'lectronic Dee Vices.

The thing that hath been, it is that which shall be; and that which is done is that which shall be done: and there is no new thing under the sun. Is there any thing whereof it may be said, See, this is new? it hath been already of old time, which was before us. There is no remembrance of former things; neither shall there be any remembrance of things that are to come with those that shall come after.

Well, shaaah... if you run the video game Read Only Memory and do a RESET every time that the players get to close to winning then you have the Navajo legends of man arising from the EA-rth (Deep Underground Bases) when the servants of the Lizard People get to come back to the surface to take over the Georgia Guidestone-culled topside with their tech that would make them seem like spacemen in a post-mud flood Tartaria.

I the Preacher was king over Israel in Jerusalem.

yeah... dude: City of Peace. That's been working out for thousands of years....

And I gave my heart to seek and search out by wisdom concerning all things that are done under heaven: this sore travail hath God given to the sons of man to be exercised therewith. I have seen all the works that are done under the sun; and, behold, all is vanity and vexation of spirit. That which is crooked cannot be made straight: and that which is wanting cannot be numbered.

Didn't they invent Valium back then? Paxil? Prozac? You seem to be, by modern standards, in a fit of depression that can only be corrected by overcoming your pharmaceutical deficiency. With proper planing, jointing, and sanding you can, in fact, make a crooked board straight... until the humidity changes but then you haven't invented humidity back then so you'll have to wait for this current Reset and power tools - unless the Bagdad Battery can give you enough juice for the Dewalt that’s in the back of your temple.

Vexed by Wanting that Can't Be Numbered? Ask your doctor if teflon-coated bullets are right for you.

I communed with mine own heart, saying, Lo, I am come to great estate, and have gotten more wisdom than all they that have been before me in Jerusalem: yea, my heart had great experience of wisdom and knowledge. And I gave my heart to know wisdom, and to know madness and folly: I perceived that this also is vexation of spirit. For in much wisdom is much grief: and he that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow.

So... if I've got this straight: You've got the heart of a Communist, you've got a shitload of land, you've ALMOST become as smart as Pat Jordan ('cept he's never been to your City of Peace), you're mad as a fucking Hatter, and depressed as Hell because the smarter you get the depresseder you feel?

◄ Ecclesiastes 4 ►

King James Bible

So I returned, and considered all the oppressions that are done under the sun: and behold the tears of such as were oppressed, and they had no comforter; and on the side of their oppressors there was power; but they had no comforter. Wherefore I praised the dead which are already dead more than the living which are yet alive. Yea, better is he than both they, which hath not yet been, who hath not seen the evil work that is done under the sun.

[side note for the fanatics that are addicted to the King James DiVerion: Anthony was not reading from the original king Haime. I think Anthony’s transation is clearer: “…but better than both is the one who has never been born…” So purists will bludgeon you with how the KJV is the ONLY version, yet if someone reads a different version of the Grimoire then that’s OK because he was reading from the Grimoire…]

The Dead are better off than those of us stuck here in Hell; and…

IT’S BETTER IF WE WERE NEVER BORN….

Thus sayeth The Preacher, but Thus sayeth also the proving for homeopathic Mercury that was used to treat Syphilis where the key finding was the statement:

I WISH I HAD NEVER BEEN BORN!

Is that the sign of musings of Wise King Schlomo, Solomon, Sulieman?
or is it the sign of neurosyphilis? Bugs in the brain.

And then the red-necks at the free music show cheered! ???

Give me a shot of whiskey and a shot to the head.

Sounds pretty God Damned depressing to me. So as to imply that God (whateverthehell that is) has indeed DAMNED man un-kind to the Hell it CREATED, we’re in it, it sucks anus, and even according to the Buy Bull you’re not supposed to like it so SUCK IT UP and take it like a bearded man with a dobro, and american flag, then FUCKING DIE!

(unless you were lucky enough to not be born).

Inspiring.

That’s how *I* would open a music show of uplifting protest songs against Oppressors (that just happened to WRITE the Spell Book that Anthony was quoting).

Thing of it is: for as much as I despise this greatest of all Grimoires, as a description of the situation we’re in it is nearly totally true.

Butt, then, I always refer back to the Controllers’ own words from Silent Weapons for Quiet Wars

Shamless product promotion here:

In 1954 it was well recognized by those in positions of authority that it was only a matter of time, only a few decades, before the general public would be able to grasp and upset the cradle of power, for the very elements of the new silent weapon technology were as accessible for a public utopia as they were for providing a private utopia.

I say: take over Hell and remake it in OUR IMAGE.

What do you Eyores have to lose? You’re already in Hell…