Everybody but The Brain-Dead and the Christian Evangelicals Know that Bullshit on Dry Toast is The Canape of The Hour.

God Poet Transmitting…….

It’s quiet out there… too quiet, but… it’s not quiet at all, is it? The World is filled with chattering squirrels, and there are martins in the trees. They sound like thousands of tickertape machines in concert with Blue Man Group. The dung beetles are on bad drugs. People who have done awful things already, like Ehud Barak… one of the masterminds of 9/11… are saying things they shouldn’t be saying, due to a lack of solidarity in the ranks.

The information in that last link is not new, and none of it got said yesterday or last week, BUT… I include it because the internet is flush with similar commentary. Everybody but the brain-dead and the Christian Evangelicals knows that bullshit on toast points is the canape of the hour.

They cannot contain the conversation. The demagoguery of President Humpty Trumpty… Starmer… Von Leyen… and sundry… the mouthpieces for Remphan Rothschild… have lost the plot. Credibility is terminally eroded. It was bullshit to begin with, and clear enough to those of us whose business it is to pay attention, BUT now… those who have caught on and are catching on are an order of magnitude beyond our smaller numbers in The Back When.

See… they don’t have to control or contain everyone. They don’t even need half of the population because a considerable amount of the population is disinterested in them to begin with. They’re thumb-humping their cellphones… swiping right… swiping left… texting… watching porn… taking selfies… collecting emojis… the usual nitwittery of the moment, which is always changing into more current nitwitteries.

So… you are left with little more than half the population that gives… across-the-spectrum… cursory to informed attentiveness… to what is happening, and this number is divided into pros and cons on opposite sides, due to having vested interests in the outcome of whatever it is. So… The Controllers have some percentage of that number, and they can count The Stupids… religious wackos… and don’t give a shitz in their camp as well, because they can be indirectly swayed whenever needed.

For the longest time, this divide-and-conquer scheme has worked to perfection. They were perfectly confident that Agenda 2030, and all the rest of the scams… designed to motivate uninformed action… from Climate Change to eat ze bugz, would hold the Nimrods in formation, BUT then… then… The Gazacide acted as a catalyst to break the evil spell, and the waters of The Awakening came flooding into Comatosia and inundated The World.

People began to wake up, and Mr. Apocalypse was waving one piece after another of dirty laundry… before their early morning rise-and-shine eyes. Some woke at a drop-your-cocks and grab-your-socks speed, others rolled over in bed, BUT the imagery on the dream screen was changed by angelic force. Some are still lying in the smoldering bed, but those numbers are much fewer than they were.

People woke up on the level they were capable of. Some heard the Bob Marley version and some Bob Dylan, and whether it was Redemption Song or The Times They Are a-Changing doesn’t matter. Some heard it with their Michael Jackson ears, and some remembered that The Chevy was at the levy and not much more; Dude! Where’s my truck?

The Bad Old Days were being changed into… potentially… at least something new and unfamiliar, and it’s stayed unfamiliar… given that things are getting worse since The Hedge Fund Vampires started putting the Nosferatu Squeeze on every area of the economy. It has turned into a legion of killer squids, strangling the entire middle class, BUT Gaza won’t go away. It’s become the focal point for all of the bad things happening to everyone else because what is happening to Gaza is happening to everyone else, but in slow motion and variable context, AND… it’s… the… same… people… doing… it.

Most people know very little about why they got woken up. They just know they are seeing things they didn’t see before, and they don’t like what they are seeing. Right in front of the public eye, and day after day, they are seeing the people who stole all their money, spending it on a massive propaganda caper… that is so transparent… it looks like they are wearing nothing at all. Their savior of a president is performing public sex acts on the people who have been skinning them alive, and even in the feeblest of brains… connections are being made.

Even Wendy stopped giving Windys for a moment, and the first thing she didn’t think of was, Where’s the meth? (Breaking Bad reference) Nothing that the Talmudic Slavers can come up with is doing any good. Cops with clubs breaking heads isn’t doing any good. This shit is for real. Look at the German public, and the video game violence of their law enforcement. It’s not stopping anyone. They are coming back on crutches with bandaged heads to say, Hey! Fuck you!!!

The DHS… ICE and FBI are not capable of tackling immigration and antisemitism at the same time, and there is the ever-rising specter of the clamp-n-tamp hedge fund monsters scarfing up everything nailed and not nailed down. A wild madness has swept from the streets… to the boardrooms… to the houses of Congress, and every time anybody opens their mouth, they wind up saying what they wish they hadn’t.

The gimme the goddamn Nobel Prize president’s peace plan is already in tatters once again. The whole world is starting to see that Ersatz Israel is filled to the hairline with compacted demon shit. When they start speaking, it’s in the tongue of Mordor. Sauron has got his fingers in so many holes in the dyke that the LGBT chorus is sounding like hormones being tortured in a centrifuge; it’s the soundtrack of The Rim. It’s The Call of a Banshee, four sheets to the wind. It’s harpies in a steroidal rage. It’s what it is and… what it had better not be, all… the… time… now.

You can see it approaching a crescendo. You can see the tympanis give way to the really big taikos. The Hard-on collider is about to meet the AI-generated black hole from space. It’s going to be like being turned inside out while you are moving backward at speed. Jell-O is going to get tumescent. 3-in-One oil is going to be singing ♫These boots are made for traction♫

Las Vegas, now firmly in the hands of The Hedge Fund Vampires, is charging two hundred dollars to charge your cellphone in your room. They have REALLY lost their minds. One of the things that made Vegas rich was all the freebies that lured the suckers into the money thresher. You could always say that you had a good time, even though you lost your money. Now you get sheared and shrink-wrapped at the same time.

Did I say that they have REALLY lost their minds? They have. They are committing seppuku on the sidewalks and online with voice-overs! They are listening to kiddie porn on their AirPods, while they are tossing metaphorical rocks at policemen, and can no longer tell the difference between a drive-thru and a drive-by. It’s wild! AND it doesn’t matter if they are a 5-G controlled, vaccine-loaded homeless guy or a… hedge… fund… operator. It can’t end well for either one.

The legendary quote is no longer a legend, and it is anything but a myth. God is driving those he wishes to destroy… mad, and if you can’t see it, then the sound of the cuckoo clock singing in your head is making you cross-eyed.

When Greed… Lust… and Anger get their hooks into you; and these are the big three… then you are on a runaway stagecoach on a New Mexico mesa, and… headed for The Rim. If any one of The Big Three gets in the driver’s seat of your mind or your pants, you are adios, muchachos. These are the Big Rim Magnets. These generate their own jet-streams. They are too powerful for your recognition because once they get going, there is no longer any chance that you are going to recognize the danger you are in.

You know that old sailing song about there being many brave souls asleep in the deep? This is the same kind of song applied to a different deep. It’s like dying drunk, but you don’t need to have been drinking because each of them is an intoxication unto itself. There are lights and sound effects galore, but when you are under the spell… all you see is what you want or the target of your hunger or your rage.

I’ve heard someone say that shitz bout to get real up in heah. One could also say that shitz bout to get real down in theah too. You know how you can tell when shits going to get real or… has gotten real? What I am about to tell you is the literal truth, and you can take this with you wherever you travel, if you happen to be traveling in The Land of Shit, at any time.

Many people… most people… do not know this, BUT… trust me… this could do more than save your life. You have more important possessions than your life. The way you can tell when shit is about to get real or… isreal…is when it catches fire. So… if you see anything starting to smoke because your Greed… or your Lust… or your Anger is getting too hot to handle, it is time to turn around and go back the way you came.

Now… usually… when it gets to the smoldering or smoking state… it is already too late, and the hypnotic spell that is generated by the smoke is overpowering… usually. HOWEVER… you never know till you cry out for help, and…

one last thing.

End Transmission…….

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