There was all kinds of hype about a company wanting to rebuild the temple of Baal all over the world. I thought the plan seemed far too blatant and in your face to be anything less than a farce even for a world as illusory as the one so many people think we live in. It seems they put the kibosh on that, maybe next year... Maybe it isn't even needed.
The Panama papers have also been making the rounds. I find them disturbing more for what they don't contain than for what they do. I'm not the only person who thinks it reads more like a CIA press release than an indiscriminate data blob so I won't bother to regale the story. In fact, I think it is a CIA press release after all.
I also read that jobless claims are on the decline. There's no link because unemployment numbers are the most heavily manipulated statistic ever created. But, I do have a theory about that too. Grim though it may be, the conventional punch-clock jobs just don't seem to be a reliable source of income anymore.
Insanity prevails and permeates everything it touches so it would seem. The more I read about all those transhumans that need our donations to build 'it' washrooms that fit in the 2 dimensional space between his and hers, the more I think to myself: you either have an innie or an outie, whether you know how to cope with that or not isn't everybody else's problem, fuck off! I wanted to be spider-man when I grew up but you don't hear me asking for special treatment, do you? It's all a front to keep us off guard and hating one another anyway.
Injustice simply runs rampant as most normal people would be fired for fucking the receptionist on the conference room table, but not police who can fuck in their car with only a tap on the wrist. In fact one of these officers should be having statutory rape charges, but isn't. Then a again, other ex-police are guilty of not proving themselves guilty, which, I used to think was perfectly legal. I'll add that to the growing list of things I used to think which simply are not true.
Overall, the plan appears to be working and people are being led exactly where the shadow puppet masters want them to be. Capitalism isn't broken, socialism isn't broken, currency is broken. And so long as we don't own currency, we are practising neither in the first place.
-dirtykid©
What lies behind us and lies before us are small matters compared to what lies right to our faces.
Sunday, 17 April 2016
Sunday, 3 April 2016
Washing Down Faggots With Drano
So I finally broke down and re-entered some login information into my newsreader, because I like to torment myself. This was an inevitability between all the who's and what's, Blair and Sachs were obvious, pet Viagra is icing on the cake. And while we're speaking of food (seems to be the topic of the month) you can't Instagram your faggots on Faceplant, because politically correct language Nazis are idiots.
Some people are finally catching on, even if they aren't putting two and two together. I'm certain I've declared Mulcair an Israel first, bankster puppet years ago. Digressing... Other people still appear to still be drinking drano, and yet others try to force us to drink our drano a certain way...
I feel I was way better off yesterday, before I read any of this, but I'm not overly surprised by it either.
Something is definitely ary in the world though, the banks are considering giving money to those they stole it from on the first place... I'm not sure how something like that would work.
There is one conspiracy in this world which I can make no sense of. The conspiracy against headphones. Why must I be subjected to all the shitty music I purposely avoid, played back over horrendous sounding speaker-phone intended sound systems? Headphones aren't as expensive as the cell phone, and I won't feel compelled to punch you in the mouth and toss your cell phone into traffic for wearing them. No suddenly people feel they need to invade everybody's air space with a horrible quasi-dance remake of fast car by Traci Chapman.
And now I've lost my train of thought.
-dirtykid©
Some people are finally catching on, even if they aren't putting two and two together. I'm certain I've declared Mulcair an Israel first, bankster puppet years ago. Digressing... Other people still appear to still be drinking drano, and yet others try to force us to drink our drano a certain way...
I feel I was way better off yesterday, before I read any of this, but I'm not overly surprised by it either.
Something is definitely ary in the world though, the banks are considering giving money to those they stole it from on the first place... I'm not sure how something like that would work.
There is one conspiracy in this world which I can make no sense of. The conspiracy against headphones. Why must I be subjected to all the shitty music I purposely avoid, played back over horrendous sounding speaker-phone intended sound systems? Headphones aren't as expensive as the cell phone, and I won't feel compelled to punch you in the mouth and toss your cell phone into traffic for wearing them. No suddenly people feel they need to invade everybody's air space with a horrible quasi-dance remake of fast car by Traci Chapman.
And now I've lost my train of thought.
-dirtykid©
Monday, 21 March 2016
Guardians Of Rotting Cauliflower
Maybe it's all the thumb-fucking of cell phones being the cause, but I tend to expect less spelling and grammatical errors out of somewhat major publications than this article contains. It's not an isolated incident as I have been seeing a lot of this lately. Maybe there are no real editors left in that job market, or maybe they've all been replaced by newer, younger personas who've been trained in common-core educational meat grinders that won't correct things so as not to 'hurt feelings'... Yet leads to exactly this death of the language. I've probably railed against this'd before, I'll likely rail against it again. It also leads to a whole lot of other stupid, too.
Fuck it. Fuck it a lot...
There was a big sale on mouldy rotting cauliflower at the grocery store the other day. I looked at the calendar expecting April fools, but it wasn't April yet. Then there was the Brussels airport bombing and suddenly there are security guards posted at the same grocery store... Guarding mouldy cauliflower, I presume. Funnier still they were paged twice while I shopped for twelve items, strangely, they were all out of cauliflower.
I've been catching some very strange juju lately. Recurrence of numbers, people thinking I'm someone else, odd conversations with complete strangers, seemingly supernatural sunrises and sunsets.
I've been actively avoiding media and news of any kind outside of a few choice blogs for months, yet somehow things I need to know find me either via grapevine, or random happenstance like the radio of a passing car. Maybe I miss out on the undertones buried in the din of background noise meant to trigger emotional response in this manner, and maybe it's promulgated so far that coincidence is closer to persistence. I can't say for certain without jumping back into the fray and metring it for myself, but I still seem to know more about whatever's going on in Trump Towers than a non-American should ever need to. My opinion of candidates running for president does not change my inability to cast a vote, which, I likely wouldn't anyway.
It beggars the imagination that news is presented by a minority who is known for manipulating history by inserting whichever lies were the most convenient at the time.
This post is everywhere... Probably best to end it.
-dirtykid©
Fuck it. Fuck it a lot...
There was a big sale on mouldy rotting cauliflower at the grocery store the other day. I looked at the calendar expecting April fools, but it wasn't April yet. Then there was the Brussels airport bombing and suddenly there are security guards posted at the same grocery store... Guarding mouldy cauliflower, I presume. Funnier still they were paged twice while I shopped for twelve items, strangely, they were all out of cauliflower.
I've been catching some very strange juju lately. Recurrence of numbers, people thinking I'm someone else, odd conversations with complete strangers, seemingly supernatural sunrises and sunsets.
I've been actively avoiding media and news of any kind outside of a few choice blogs for months, yet somehow things I need to know find me either via grapevine, or random happenstance like the radio of a passing car. Maybe I miss out on the undertones buried in the din of background noise meant to trigger emotional response in this manner, and maybe it's promulgated so far that coincidence is closer to persistence. I can't say for certain without jumping back into the fray and metring it for myself, but I still seem to know more about whatever's going on in Trump Towers than a non-American should ever need to. My opinion of candidates running for president does not change my inability to cast a vote, which, I likely wouldn't anyway.
It beggars the imagination that news is presented by a minority who is known for manipulating history by inserting whichever lies were the most convenient at the time.
This post is everywhere... Probably best to end it.
-dirtykid©
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