Sometimes it is hard to know what to talk about. You come to that point where you feel like you’ve talked about everything you could think of and you don’t know where to go next. There’s some kind of massive cleanup operation going on recently. A number of British policemen were found dead. A hooker and a madam wind up hung- the latter said she would never commit suicide. A CIA man gets shot to death by police. There’s some kind of Danny Casolaro virus going around.
Underneath the covers of this brave new world are unidentified bumps traveling back and forth as if there were a rat orgy going on beneath. All we see are bumps. There are no faces and no names, until you read about somebody stabbing themselves in the back thirty times and then caving in the top of their head with a hammer in a frenzy of suicidal depression. The bumps
keep moving and the bodies keep appearing somewhere else.
It’s hard to imagine this is all about some kind of exposure of the major villains. Everybody knows that Dick Cheney and his associates are a pack of whores so why would anyone be surprised that they hang out with whores? Who could imagine that the mass media which massages the common mind would ever print anything that the big whores wouldn’t like? If you told me that Dick Cheney raped and murdered pre-pubescent school girls and then barbecued and ate them I wouldn’t be surprised at all. I imagine that the only reason he wasn’t doing something like this on a regular basis is that he was getting a much better body count in his other efforts.
If you told me that Bennie Netanyahu and the Likudnicks celebrated Seder by dressing up in the skins of Palestinian women and danced around singing Hava Nagila while trampling the skinned and dying women underfoot, I wouldn’t bat an eye. They wouldn’t bat an eye doing it, unless it was part of the vamping. And if they did it as part of a promotion for a Tel Aviv supermarket opening it would be a big hit but you wouldn’t hear anything about it because no one would report it so… what gives?
After the murder of JFK thirty some people connected to the case died under mysterious circumstances. Books have been written and films shot that juggled the incidents in various ways and it didn’t come to anything. A lot of people have died in mysterious ways. Vincent Foster remains a curious mystery as does that of Dr. David Kelly. Here’s a little list and you might enjoy this excerpt. It’s my favorite.
April 10, 1987: Shani Warren, 26
--Expertise: Personal assistant in a company called Micro Scope, which was taken over by GEC Marconi less than four weeks after her death.
--Circumstance of Death: Found drowned in 45cm. (18in) of water, not far from the site of David Greenhalgh's death fall.
--Coroner's verdict: Open.
(It was said that
Then there’s the rather longer list of those who appear to have died mysteriously because of some connection to Bush or Clinton. Then there are all those dead microbiologists and there’s even that babysitter for Marvin Bush complete with other mystery connections.
Now… I’ve got other lists besides these and, no doubt, you- the reader, can find even more. People are getting wacked or experiencing spontaneous insanity resulting in strange and fatal behavior. Maybe the deaths are a warning to others. Maybe it’s some kind of flu. Maybe it’s necessary to protect our freedoms from those who hate our freedom.
My favorite coincidence is the fact that two Bush Brothers presided over the two states with the highest number of executions and who diligently went about seeing them done and, on occasion, yukking it up, as Bloody George did with Karla Faye Tucker.
I keep hoping for a military coup and a special Ceausescu moment for the administration but that doesn’t appear to be among the bumps moving under the covers. I keep hoping some world leader will stand up before the U.N. and dramatically accuse the real perpetrators of 9/11 with the evidence we have and maybe some of the evidence that we don’t but that doesn’t’ seem to be a bump under the covers either. I keep hoping for an international sit-down strike that stops the engines of the world and continues until what needs to be done gets done… not much happening there either. Every now and then some organization proclaims a day to step away from the machine and maybe some people do but nobody notices and nothing gets reported.
Some strange shit is going on behind the stage. We know that high government officials around the world are engaged in large pedophile rings. We’ve seen the evidence in The Franklin Coverup. We’ve seen the evidence in The Dutroux Case. We’ve seen evidence of high government officials in
With all these wars that have been proven to have been based on lies and the myriad connections of various governments in the distribution of
Of course, the general public is daily treated to ongoing variations of Liebowitz porn and the subtle molding of a nation of Jon Benet’s all sexed up for the apocalypse. High schools hold proms with ‘pimps and ho’s’ motifs while decrying the breakdown in moral fiber which amounts to so much roughage passing through the cosmic colon. The Walrus and the Carpenter aren’t going to run out of oysters or tears.
People are getting fat and slow and stupid. Every little tic and twist now has a pharmaceutical remedy and a support group to nurture and glorify their tribulation. It’s a world of dysfunctional Jesus clones weeping with Oprah and saving the world.
Something is going on and it’s hard to get a handle on exactly what it is. Did bad aliens take over? Is Satanism the new Christianity? Is there something in the water or the air? Is it the GWEN system? Is it a combination of all of these and more? It’s suffocating and like a heavy narcotic dream. It’s not having any effect on the bumps moving under the blanket but we don’t know what those are. The bodies keep showing up and the subway to Hell keeps running while the sidebars on the car say Disney World.
It doesn’t look like everybody is going to wakeup before the usual horrible result occurs. I’m at a loss to think what anyone can do besides hunker down under the radar until the harvesting is over. I wish it looked more like we were about to turn the corner into a healing and long awaited light. It could happen I guess but there is no light where those bumps are moving and not much hope that anyone is going to rip the covers off.
I don’t like having to end something like this with such a mournful tone. I know it will straighten itself out because it always does, if only for awhile. Something tells me though that we are on the verge of terrible events; events more terrible than we have seen before.
The Mocking of Karla Faye Tucker.
