Christmas is over and though I aim to make this upbeat, anarchistic semi-satire, I cannot help feeling a pang of what if? This may be a bit early for the New Year, but I am hoping readers are given enough time to reflect for sincere resolutions. My next post will be released very soon and those eagerly waiting to read my book, “Dimensions, Deceptions and Demons” will have the opportunity of contributing for the first section.
My gracious donators did not relieve my pressing personal problems, but that would take a magician or three. They did, however, save humanity. For it was their selfless acts that showed me there must be others, lurking, shy of the attention and the responsibility. Sadly both donators were agents of the hoard of global bloggers I visit. These tireless writers contribute enough. It is so sad that none of the wallflowers could stump up anything that amounts to more than gawping. (You all have a second chance to show yourselves – scroll down)
Observant visitors will notice a sparkling new section of recommended bloggers (assuming admins has figured how to set it up). Look up. One of the links is a brand new exo-political resource with the mission of keeping the corporate “disclosure movement” honest. Bigalow Corporation recently hijacked MUFON and all its assets reducing the organisation to little more than a “propaganda machine”.
As for other websites, PPJ is a blog I highly rate being a tireless front against political corruption, the erosion of reasonable constitutional values, poor treatment of horses, aged care malpractice, our withering precious environment and so on. Peter Schreiner visits so regularly he is our resident poet (strictly vegan, as much as I try to convince him turkey is ok at Christmas, thanksgiving). Though I am not absolutely sure he exists in the flesh, a transcendental mind of the calibre of Jon Rappoport should be welcome anywhere and everywhere.
Alright, enough of the boring stuff. It’s time to focus on cam girls again. As I recommended in the post A Perverse Intermission, every decent student of psychology should ogle at cam girls at least two hours a day. The sacrifice we students of truth make! Those that have braved this treacherous pursuit will agree that volumes of girls, invariably well painted, of different sizes and shapes attempt to lose articles of clothing, slowly. It is interesting but some as young as 25 call themselves “mature”, usually, I confess, when they are overly proportioned. Conversely other women have given themselves the title Lolita and variations. One was not a day younger than 32, I swear. If my memory serves me correctly, the Israelites have a better slang word for lolita. This is “hebe” and means “the stage at which a girl blossoms into womanhood”; presumably age 12-15.
When all clothes are discarded, they do more things; far, far more risqué in some case. There is a mystery. At least one use of the title “virgin” has been noted, after the Madonna, maybe? Framing flickering video portals are robust group chat consoles that display members “nicks” by order of rank. Queues of would be tippers are perched like penguins on the precipice of an ice stack. Aimless and disrespectful chatters bark incessant commands at their virtual forlorn maidens. Eventually one of those teetering Spheniscidae titans’ “slips” and dumps a small pile of cash into a bucket on the floor. And so the clothes do shed…..
I like to give and feel historical details of my acts of philanthropy might inspire other givers (give is the opposite of take, for those that aren’t sure) to follow suit. A very small sample begins at age eight when I “found” $20 and gave it to my father. It took him seven years to pay the money back and dividends had trebled with interest (mum made sure of that!). Until I was 25, acts of generosity were always pinned on the expectation of repayment or reciprocation. Then something magical happened. I lived in a shared house (who could afford anything else at that age?) and one of my housemates had had a falling out with the landlord. He had nowhere to go and nothing to go with. I gave him 300 pounds sterling because I knew he needed enough to survive for a month. That was the equivalent of 1000 pounds today. It was a gift and I did not want or expect any return favour. That was my way of cleansing the world and it felt good; really good.
In the same year, I gave nine hundred pounds sterling to a workmate, because at the company I worked a customer had tipped me generously for doing a good job. Though I expected some form of reciprocation, none was forthcoming and I did not really care. Along this well-travelled path I have rarely given to charity and do my upmost to avoid contributing to government. As a Global non-citizen it would be hypocritical of me to do so. The bulk of my acts of unconditional giving have been directed at South East Asia. In total I have devoted what would amount to a small house over the years, never in “penny” sums, always something significant; useable. You know what? I would do it all again, given the opportunity. More recently, in these times of dire straits, I have still usually managed to find the $2 or $4 “tax deductable” (she produces a hand printed slip) amount to support the lady that stands outside my corporate supermarket representing local intellectually disabled people.
Don’t those with superior intelligence have a calling to support those that fall short of the requirement?
This Christmas I had to shuffle by, head hung in shame. I had not done enough even to raise $2.
Things must be tough for everyone this year. My local online casino has managed to call me or text eight times in three days, including a courtesy contact on Christmas Day. What a nice bunch of guys! Back in 2011 I took advantage of a UK online casino offer, invested $70 and turned it into $2,200. After much wailing and gnashing of teeth, dark threats of lawyers, lengthy extended correspondences, they eventually coughed up. My next attempt was not so lucky. $50 saw non-payment of $2,500 from a listed rogue casino. I did find this resource to assist recreational gamers. Fundamentalist Puritans assert that gambling is wrong, yet turning an irrelevant amount into a relevant one is enough to save a situation or even a life. Therefore, I am all for limited gambling in the right circumstances.
Online prostitution, gambling, charity (oh yes, those online donations too) are all forms of commerce managed by Judaism (Puritanism is a version). This is not what Judaism was, but what it has become. Every single government of the world creates laws that are built on tenets of Pharisaic principle. No one is “free”, other cultures notwithstanding. Pharisaic principle ensures that only the fit survive, no one has the right to life, money is God and to offer unconditional support is sacrilege. Ancient Judaic doctrine preceded the Torah (aspects can be evidenced in parts of the Talmud, which now consists of 6,000 pages whittled down from an original 30,000, and the Bible, also severely “downsized”). That is why the Pharisees always conflicted with the Sadducees. These have been replaced by Republicans and Democrats. Jesus was unaffiliated, an “independent”. Gracious Jews face the wrath of anti-Semitism. Though, incessant whining is showing anti-Semitic indoctrination is slowly but surely losing friends. Even people in high places are beginning to rebel. So worried are the Zionist elite, they are giving away a book to Puritan congregations instructing them how to think.
I know you all feel strongly about not giving to strangers; but what happens when strangers give to you?
On my travels, I regularly meet people that don’t give to charities “out of principle” (although I have never been able to ascertain what that principle is – greed?). Let us think the unthinkable and discover the clock turned forward sees you homeless; yes YOU. Are you going to turn down charity “out of principle”? Every time you have some personal misfortune, can and does no one help? Of course, I am not referring to relationships built on trade; those Judaic commerce principles, such as agreed bloodline reciprocation and “tit for tat” friendships. Our reality is chaotic mob rule manipulated to induce reactionary governance with alternative (often unrelated) agendas that are sold by faux Medias and corrupt hacks posing as journalists that are not worthy of darts of phlegm. Everything, in this reality, is geared to aiding and abetting a rigged trading mechanism. Trading machinations are nothing more than manipulated “poker” auctions. No fixed prices here, just fixing. Did you ever think what it might be like to be homeless; not “drug addled” homeless, REAL HOMELESS?
A Happy New Year is one of resolution
Without “home truths” there can be no hope for resolution. I read a post about the “traitor for exposing the truth” Bradley Manning, PPJ kindly supplied. What government thought about their armed forces could have been more clearly illustrated than the series of events that led to the torching of a war veteran’s makeshift “tent city” pitched in protest at the US Capitol, Washington in 1932. World War One home comers had been offered riches by government and given fire. Was shining McArthur unsupported in his attack? Surely the National Guard assisted in dispensing the wrath of commerce against the “national threat”. A hero one day shall become a traitor the next.
I ask conscientious readers whether they know why Nagasaki was nuked to “supposedly” end World War Two. In the 1920’s and 1930’s this Japanese nest of islands was a popular rest and recreation stop for people of all classes. It was known for beautiful colours and beautiful women (an earlier version of our “cam girls”), both in generous supply. Your Pharisaic masters “cleansed” Nagasaki for two reasons. Firstly, they love to purge “sin” (as expressed by the St Augustine tradition emphasising the letters of St Paul) available to plebeian classes. Secondly, they were determined that branded slaves (citizens) would not go “absent without leave” (AWOL) after the fun (war, death and attrition) was over.
Decent slaves would never be homeless
That takes us full circle because, conscientious readers, the greatest sin and dereliction of duty is to be homeless. You see, all homeless people have dialled out of the system. Because it became clear in the 1960’s that populations were growing too fast for “commerce” (rigged trade) to support them (as slaves), they turned out all but for the most dangerous mentally ill people onto the streets. After the (many veterans) “skid row” experiment, they also welcome alcoholics and, more recent, drug addicts to huddle street corners in plain sight. It was designed to stigmatise homelessness. Decent people were brainwashed, unable to see it for what it was. What do YOU see today?
To conclude and, once again, referring to the wise Jon Rappoport who has been tirelessly crusading against the joint Monsanto, FDA and “health foods industry” front attempting to turn everything natural into GMO. The good news for the elite is there will be non-GMO “billionaire foods” a-plenty. The debate is being conducted on arguments determining whether retailers should bother labelling GMO infected foods. Partisan commercial stakeholders have levelled the rhetoric on pure commerce with sentiment like “Non GMO foods will see a marketing advantage for those committed to labelling their products”. The cost of labelling will be prohibitive opening the doors for billionaire foods.
This satisfies the food control blueprint established as per the 1971-75 25 year plans (valid for millennia) with contributing illustrious think-tanks such as David Rockefeller’s own Trilateral Commission (founded 1973). Soylent Green (1973) adequately expressed their wishes, with ignorant, cannibalistic peoples crammed into dusty markets overlaying a culture of euthanasia. We don’t want a world full of useless old eaters. The price of a jar of untainted strawberry jam was $200 (that’s $4000 in today’s money). That’s the plan. What’s the action?
Our Anunaki masters tried to wipe out humans because of our “incessant chatter” and [assumed] inaction. Humans, generally, do remind me of something…