Radical?! There you have it. I got sabotaged to get called “radical”. Is not owning a pair of doc martens a minimum requirement? I did own a bomber jacket once. Way too big, but simply had to have it for no good reason other than to have it. I never returned to that store for getting pushed to buy it. How popular could it be if they only had one? I was to make the best of it, really. Unable to analyze why I had to at all. Silly teenager unable to recognize the powers that dictate the fashions of this engineered world. But, not so silly that I would let anyone talk me into getting docs too. Better invest my crumbs of hard-earned money in school books filled with nonsense and outright lies, and learn how to fail.
Radical? I got sabotaged from enjoying life, to see doctored programs operate to keep people busy. Watching people enjoy their spot in the matrix. They seem unconcerned with the fact that their words are hollow repeats dictated by programs. Readily aligning to like what they are allowed to enjoy. One day the same as the next, really. Unable to ponder on without getting out of the shiny box. Continue reading
They are always quick to claim success. But, behind the mask of success always lurks vast cunning and conniving. These are the people who had at one time decided to fake it so they could make it, to find that they have to keep faking it otherwise they may never make it. Make it to where?
They are stuck in a system that preys on them. A system that taught them to borrow money to finance their dreams. Dreams the system promoted through propaganda and advertising. Change their death for debt. If they were willing to get into debt, then they could fake that they had made it. Made immoral. Uh, immortal. That is what they are looking for.
They flaunt ownership of the house, the cars, and their kid’s schooling. No matter, as it is easy to figure out that they do not own anything but debt. A huge debt to humanity and Nature, for taking more than their due share. These thieves have no share. Continue reading
Big Brother Surveillance Society
By Eric Dubay
There are over 30 million closed-circuit television cameras in America recording 247, catching the average citizen on film nearly 200 times daily. Every American has a 9-digit government Social Security number assigned to them at birth.
We require government licenses to drive, to get married, and have pets, government passports to travel, and corporate credit cards to book tickets, make reservations, and shop online. Our phone lines are tapped and our emails are compiled and saved. Intelligence agencies and corporations share and maintain huge databases full of information on every citizen.
The government, corporate, and media interests have all melded into one cohesive unit, propagating the “official” version of reality through every newspaper and TV set. Continue reading
Why complain about me not posting last week? I doubt that my post on the Pharma drugs would have shed any new light on the evil ones. We know their drugs are poisons, yet their sales and profits keep skyrocketing. Pearls to the swine. So, I held back the post and went fishing. Phishing for something more interesting to say. Yet, how incredible that the world kept on turning without me complaining about the sick ones who entrapped us into their stinking thinking! Let me continue my complaining anyway.
I understand that material life is an entrapment in itself, but what I learned from those safely hiding away in monasteries, temples and caves, is that the attachment to this life is difficult enough to break without sick people intent on building even better traps. The bad news is that the Matrix has already been built. It was a figment of their imagination that has been made into a reality. The good news is… Let me think for a moment. Ah. There must still be plenty of loopholes in the Matrix for some of us to be able to avoid turning into the Borg. Yep, sour grapes is all I got to give. Continue reading
I do not like to write about politics. It would be such a waste of time to pretend that there is such a thing as democracy anywhere. The world is a republic of the rich. Ultra rich. Über rich. Filthy rich. Invisible rich. New World Republic.
But, sometimes I come across an old picture, and I feel a rant on fake politics coming up. Not to worry, I will take this as an excellent opportunity to practice self-discipline. It is futile to hope that this picture was Photoshopped. We need evidence of these type of bold moves taken by these squinting rich imbeciles, who laugh at us for being poor imbeciles who are color blind. Continue reading