Author: dynorex

Lowering the Bar, Maximizing the Reckoning

People that have a way to “scam” a dollar, or have ways to manipulate someone to do something for nothing are in great demand in commercial corporate North America. Cons, grifters, thieves, are all welcome to apply. These skill-sets are in demand in any corporation and will hire people of this integrity in a New York second. As long as they do not rip off the corporation directly, these individuals will enjoy a long prosperous career. Until, however, a better liar and cheat comes along and shams them out of their seat of unctuous procurement. Yes, finally an era for the unscrupulous. Commercial Corporate North America is wistfully seeking these counterparts to be in their employ. The greatest examples of this is insurance companies. They have a gaggle of these individuals working for them and will, without hesitation, rip you off for any reason. IE: “Oh your house burned down? Well that is too bad, and I understand you have paid 15 years of premiums, but if you would of read the fine print on the last 3 policies, you would of realized that we  will not cover people that do not have smoke alarms in every floor of the home.” How would they even know this? Especially when the house burned to the ground? They don’t. But they are trained to play with half truths, all in order to deny payment of any policy. But, we all work for corporations everyday and we do not get paid. We wear corporate advertisements on hats, shirts, pants. Their corporate displays are on our, food, drinks, household products, cars, trucks, and we advertise for them during conversations by using “sloganized metaphors” to describe a common tool, cleaner or some covet level possession. And the hilarious part about this, is we pay for the packaging and print, labeling of every product, right down to the penny. You may say that this is not a big deal. But that is because you are brainwashed to think that. Just ask yourself a question. Describe the word comet? How many people thought of the cleaner instead of a celestial body first? Most likely 90%. That is the power of brainwashing. Some people say, “that is advertising, not brainwashing”. Then, if you say that, you are thoroughly brainwashed.

A Sandwich Board, One Size Brands All

But it is the lower and middle class (if a middle class still exists) that are walking bill boards of advertisements. Powerful. And they don’t have to pay you to do it because you think you are “cool” looking! In fact, to add insult to injury, you are paying them to be their walking billboard when you buy clothes and products! But in the end, you are just a corporate advertising “fop”. Do you think for on second that the upper crust of society wear those clothes? They wear $1000.00 to $2000.00 suits and outfits. Your car is probably worth less then their shoes. But we do not want to think about that because, hey, we look cool walking around like corporate billboards of advertising. We are making a statement. A corporate “fop” statement of ballyhoo. So as we hold our “fop” beer in our hand, with the label showing, wearing our favorite “fop” tee-shirt displaying our favorite “fop” product or “fop” rap/rock band or some other “fop” jettison in strong colorful lettering, or impacting display, wearing our favorite “fop” ball cap, displaying our favorite “fop” sports team,  vehicle, or some other “fop” product or corporate philosophy, listening to music  or entertainment perforated  with commercial advertising, surrounded by nothing but monarch styled corporate buildings with their corporate logos illuminated strongly in silver or gold, peppered with billboard signs and computerised electronic displays and monitors featuring more advertising, in case you missed something, we can put our heads between or legs, and kiss our freedoms and our individualities, cheerio. How may people instantly thought of the breakfast cereal?

Chapeau of Regress

Cheerio is an ancient British word of unknown origin meaning hello or goodbye, but has nothing to do with the over-advertised product in it’s association. I recently looked at some of my own ball caps, and every one had some sort of advertisement, business logo or name patched or embroidered into the cap.  Then, I was in a corporate super-mart looking for a new ball cap. Most of them had some sort of advertising, a few with “native pride” (which is designed for natives of North America) and one with no logo at all, which by the way, was the cheapest of the lot. Just a grey colored cap. Living in a corporate dominant world, I was drawn, by brainwashing, to the other ball caps that had a fancy logo or advertisement featuring some product. Possibly because of the artistically drawn logo or commercial advertisement that stood out, making a statement. But it had nothing to do with my personal statement or individuality. It was a “fop” statement of advertising. So I came to my senses and purchased the plain grey hat with no logo. Funny, I get weird looks when wearing this cap. Not sure why, but who cares. I am thinking that particular super-mart chain store carried this unbranded hat in the chance that someone like me who hates advertising, would come along and purchase this hat. Or, more likely, they sold this hat for the possibility of a business looking for unstamped hats to place their own business logos on the hat, possibly buying up the whole inventory that they were carrying. Either way, the hat looks incomplete, but it is perfect for me because I really do not want to spend my hard earned money for the privilege of advertising for a corporation. If that corporation wants me to advertise for them, then they should be paying me a wage every time I wear their stamped hat. Or at least give me the hat for free. It is a social engineering that scholars of commercialism created a long time ago. We, as corporate slaves, do not realise the implications of this brainwashing, because it goes way beyond free advertising. We are being “branded” like cattle or sheep. These corporations own our individuality and we are paying those clowns for the privilege.

Sponsored By C-u-l-p-r-I-t, The Enslaver of the Indigent

Television, tele-vision, means far-vision. It enables us to see things across the world, visit other cultures by a flick of a switch. The invention of the TV was a great thing. But it has been perverted into a tool of commercial attic-ism. With the TV, commercialism has dominated whole cultures like they have dominated individual communities. Selling it off, just to get a glimpse of each other, for a price of course. We pay to see each other, between commercialised brain washing of corporate branding. “Brought to you by” or “Made possible by” some greedy corporate entity, when it was you who paid for it in the first place, being pumped into your home via your over priced twisted pair telephone line or coaxial fed cable line or satellite feed that you paid for to install and you pay per month to have, but have to pay more for some corporate subscription, only to pay more for being subjected to their branded advertising.  Who is ultimately making this all possible? You are. Your best combative defence from the sewer driven, fop scribed, saliva dribbling, remedial psych ward path towards refuse author-ism is to shut the swill slurry generator off.

The Corporate’s Third Reich

I have a personal conflict with companies and corporations that enforce their employees to wear uniforms. And the uniforms are usually the color of their “fop” styled logos. Company colors. It is usually the lowest paying jobs that enforce this dress code. I will not list these corporate mini-monarchs because I think they are fairly obvious to everyone. The employee may think, “hey, at least the uniform is free”. Some companies may provide the branded shirt for free and enforce the colors of the other clothing worn with the “fop” shirt. Full uniforms are purchased via deduction off first pay check. What a fop-wich. But people have to eat it up because in communities bought and purchased by commercial, corporate North America, these are the only employment opportunities left. Other then the gangs, crime, or the sex trade. Whom are also equal opportunity employers. Just say goodbye to your chaste and dignity. Equal opportunity is what the government defines and enforces as politically correct. They keep changing the definition of “equal opportunity” and leave the people that are born to North America at the rear of the employment bus. Selected refugees groups and immigrants now seem to get preference over anybody born to this country by means of “employment subsidy”. This attracts employers to hire these individuals because they save 30 to 40 % off the employees wage for the first 9 to 12 months of employment. Most of these low paying jobs now are filled with these refugees and immigrants that carry these subsidies. That is not equal opportunity employment. It is “pecuniary demented” employment. Has nothing to do with skills, experience, education or integrity. It has all to do with saving 30 to 40 % off each employee’s wage. Now that is a savings for the corporate mini-monarchs whom lobbied (dictated) the government to implement this hiring scheme via congress and parliament. I feel sorry for these individuals that come into commercial corporate North America because now they will be resented by the people that are usurped from this employment, get hooked on credit and the “fop” corporate mentality, and finally, wake up and figure out that they are immigrating to be slaves to the corporation.  This further creates more separatism, alcoholism, credit abuse, drug use, medical care, and destitution, keeping the masses under the 1 percenter’s thumb. Thus, if it is the government and police you fear, then you are definitely sound asleep.

“Tex” oNid ittEnEbEd (sHow nO mErcY)

© Copyright: dYnoReX and ADGMusic/Soft/Literature Org All rights reserved 2016

Alone? We are not Alone, Just Separated

To be in a lonesome state is very vulnerable. To reject the status-quo and brainwashing is to be alone because everyone else is chasing the carrot of compliance. You may find yourself looking for interaction in the strangest of places. Or may be not. I have been finding that these places are not so strange or seedy anymore. It is anywhere. You can be solicited now by just driving down any street. A woman waves, and then runs to you car and hops in uninvited, then solicits sexual favors. Or you get solicited standing in a sports bar, by a gay male prostitute, a place where you would not even think a gay male prostitute would even spend his time. Or you go to a bar and grill, and notice couples, but all of the same sex, male or female. Now you feel more awkward and lonelier. Sure, you can succumb to that female woman offering her services. Or you could succumb to a same sex solicitation. Wait a minute. How about just meeting a decent girl looking to interact with a decent healthy male? Bingo! That is what I am looking for. But, where is it? Is there a secret place to go? Is being a regular heterosexual that does not want to solicit the services from a bisexual female prostitute that rare? Some may argue that that some of these prostitutes are straight. But in reality, most prostitutes will solicit their services to anyone, male or female, whoever has the money. The scary thought is that being bisexual is being solicited by the government as a normal mode of behavior. No big deal. But I by nature cannot get my head around bisexuality being normal behavior. But that is the confusion the main con-stream media is trying to sell to the public.

Living with the Conventionally Unconventional

Picture this: Joey and Bobby, two males, just start a new relationship and decide to live together. It starts off great, plenty of love and happiness. But, suddenly, Joey’s X-wife, Sue, calls demanding support. Bobby, who knew already, is not surprised but is jealous of the interaction Joey is having with his X-wife Sue. Bobby, who’s X-partner, George, keeps calling, asking Bobby to step out. This makes Joey, even though he does not show it, very angry. But to have an open relationship means interaction with other mates. So they both agree to not see anyone else to avoid arguments.  But the open relationship helped not to put pressure on each other to be too conventional in relationship matters. Now, Joey and Bobby fall right into this conventionality, a place that now starts feeling like a marriage.  Joey starts arguing with Bobby now every time Joey’s x-wife calls. Joey says that he has to talk to Sue from time to time because of the settlement. But Bobby does not understand and applies more pressure on Joey. Bobby then decides he will go on a date with George. When Bobby returns late that night, Joey is waiting up. They have a bad argument. Joey punches Bobby to the floor and kicks him a couple of times, Bobby, in pain, curls up on the floor in a fetal position. Bobby, being his apartment, winces out to Joey to please pack his things and leave. Joey, now apologetic, seen Bobby was not accepting the apology, went and packed his things then left.

Anarchy, The Essential Tool for any Corporate Mini-Monarch 

The point being, a relationship is a relationship. Conventionality is the key word here. To have a relationship means conventionality. No matter what sexual preference in a relationship may be, you have to be faithful and understanding. But this is not what the 1 percenters, and serfdom drivers want at all. They want chaos and confusion. They do not want anyone in the sanctity of a relationship. They want to destroy this conventional institution whether it is marriage, common law or otherwise. That is why the 1 percenters, via the main con-stream media, promote open relationships and marriages subliminally by brainwashing. They want separatism. surrogates, replacements, temporary. This achieves faithlessness and destitution, promoting derelict behavior and non spirituality. This guarantees that 90% of the masses’ money gets recirculated back to the 1 percenters pockets.  This divides and conquers to make it easier for the 1 percenters to control the masses, curbing them into a life of slavery. That is exactly what the 1 percenters have planned for us, so be prepared. This in reality should not surprise anyone. You would have to be deaf, dumb and blind not to be aware of the downgrade of humanity that has taken place in the last 25 years. It has changed for the absolute worse and is on course to enforced confinement because of the lawlessness that accompanies this mode of division and vanquishing. And we all are playing right into the imprisonment. But the 1 percenters need the anarchy to justify the confinement they want to apply. The solution is simple. Show some restraint and faith. Do not succumb to the impulses and urges that the main con-stream media is spoon feeding us on a day to day basis in your living room or whatever room. Reject this cesspool sewer-scribed brainwashed excrement that is being conveyed via TV or some other form of multi-media device specially designed to shrink your brain.  It is easy. Do things that do not require you to watch their plague invested, maggot filled vomit media that the 1 percenter’s main con-stream media barfs up for us to eat.

Rapists of our Prosperity, Pillagers of our Dignity, The Corporation

We all have to swim in the same waters, thus we all have moments of fallback to temptations we have rejected.  We need to come together and win the battle for our mind. Because once you lose control of your mind, it is game over. Capitalism is based on open environments for commerce.  But it is a system that is not sound because it depends greatly, to be fair and just, on the integrity of the people that possess the wealth. Thus creating a monarch environment, or mini-monarchs. Commercial Branded Kings and Queens. Large corporations wanting to own everything that a community has, by infiltrating, undercutting, overthrowing, consuming, then jacking up the prices right back to what they were in the first place. They create minimum wage jobs with weak benefits and no pensions. People work from pay check to pay check, paying for what was theirs in the first place before these greedy corporations came along. So as you drive by in your 10 year old vehicle (if you have one) ready for the junkyard perforated with rust holes, you see the large corporation’s displays of oversized, monarch type buildings, towering over the streets and soon to be re-mortgaged homes in great need of maintenance and paint occupied by people with little or no money being mesmerized by the main con-stream media of what they do not have and cannot afford, but can borrow for and fall further into the credit abyss by enslaving themselves to the very corporations that stole their prosperity and is selling it back to the masses with interest.

I Told Them I Said, I Said, But I told Them

Ergo if you remember, as a child,  hearing your Granddaddy’s ranting and raving in the background about how greedy corporations and millionaires are raping and pillaging our lands and resources, stealing our future economics, whilst being drowned out by some over-exasperating main con-stream media’s nauseating TV commercial,  you can rest assured that your Granddaddy was right. Because we are living that nightmare right now. Northern Ontario is the best example of this rape and pillaging right now, desecrating native tribal lands, buying up and consuming everything that is not nailed down so the can mine for gold and other minerals, leaving the communities that live there and natives that own most of these lands in the dust because Canada has a vey interesting mineral rights law. You can own the surface of the land, but the government has the rights to the minerals. So Jed Clampett, while you shooting for some food, and come across a bungling crew of prospectors, don’t shoot them for trespassing because they are not trespassing if they have to dig for what they want to steal. And Granny, you cannot shoot them either, because the dance they are dancing is not the “Potato Digger” dance. It is the “We are Stealing your Resources” dance. So, “Old Jed, you will not be a millionaire, so no, you will not get away from there, because choking on mine dust is the place you will still be, as they will load up their trucks with your minerals, and ship it to Beverly. Shills that is, what a rip-off. Y’all don’t come back now, ya hear!”

“Tex” oNid ittEnEbEd (sHow nO mErcY)

© Copyright: dYnoReX and ADGMusic/Soft/Literature Org All rights reserved 2016

Cannabin, Cannabinoid, or Hannibal The Cannabinol 

Using drugs has become an North American subversive culture. Now you can purchase 5 hemps seeds in the local feed stores for between $40.00 to $80.00. They call it hemp but in truth it is a plant (guaranteed to grow) that will produce a high quantity of THC (Tetrahydrocannabinol) which is responsible for the “buzz” you get when smoking and fully inhaling marijuana’s smoke when burned. Hemp, used for its fibre quantity and quality to make rope and other like products, had a very low quantity of THC because of how it grew, mainly to promote the stock production and not the herb (bud) production where THC concentrates in high volume before pollination or going “to seed”. Hemp and marijuana are related horticulturally, but by no means the same product. If you are mature enough, you probably remember the “Refer Madness” commercials courtesy of the main con-stream media of the 50’s. The reason marijuana is illegal is a bit of a mystery, but mainly because it became a controlled substance using the THC extract for horse tranquilizer and other related veterinary or  zoo-ology purposes. Cocaine, when legal,  was in Coca Cola (early 1900’s) when it was birthed into a soda drink with the main advertisement being “relieves fatigue”, printed on every bottle. Yes, cocaine does relieve fatigue but is highly, psychologically addictive because of the side effect that kills your natural capacity to produce dopamine cells that give us our own capacity to kill pain or feel happiness. That is why when using cocaine for prolonged periods then stopping all of the sudden or because you simply ran out of money, you lose your ability to naturally feel happiness and become very depressed and unenergetic. You may sleep for a while, but will awake in the same state until you natural dopamine production repairs itself. But before that happens, most people seek out a way to get the drug again by usually any means possible. Crack, a boiled down version of cocaine which produces a ball of purified cocaine is usually smoked in a pipe and produces a much higher damage to your dopamine production. But boiling down the cocaine is only getting rid of all the “crap” that the distributers are using to “step on” the drug, to make more profit. By the time cocaine hits the streets, it is usually 20% cocaine, and 80% garbage or “cut”, if you are lucky. In reality the cocaine content it is closer to 10 to 17%. The “cuts” can be  Vitamin b12 (turns it pink), corn starch, vitamin c powder, sugar, talcum powder, Italian baby milk powder local anesthetic (rare) or Glucose(dextrose) which is the most popular. All in all, dung because it is not cocaine. Every hand it goes through when selling, they “dance” on the cocaine a bit more. But this is starting to sound like the Reader’s Vomit Version so enough said.

Adumbral Feint of Benignancy

I could tell you why the North American governments are warring against drugs supplied from South American and other countries, but I would be just repeating what the main con-stream media is trying to mesmerize people into believing.  Who makes the money? That is the question. It is certainly not that fictitious “shady character” standing under the street lamp, on that street corner, situated on the very street where all the prostitutes are standing, in any city situated in North America, or the world for that matter. But that is where it all starts. So that is where, if you really care, you should start your own investigation. Beware, you may end up picking up your own daughter, or son, who you threw out of the house months ago, who are prostituting themselves to support their drug habit. If you think I am being callous then you should not be reading this blog. You should be reading a main con-stream media fairy tale version of what happens to your child when warded out to social services. If you investigate, you will find that social services employs people from university that have no idea what it is like to spend a minute of there time on that street corner. They just open their text book and use their slide rule analysis how best to help these children.  If you find anyone in social services that actually knows what it is like by experience, living the reality, that is a rare bird indeed. But those individuals, because of their education level, usually technical college, are used to do the “dirty work” that these university degreed individuals do not have the stomach for like, cleaning vomit and helping these people through the withdrawal symptoms. But these university degreed individuals are there, at a distance, standing with the administrators and doctors, collecting their oversized paychecks, prescribing more drugs like methadone. Good one, prescribe a drug to keep that person off the drug. Genius. It is like saying, don’t kill yourself with that shotgun, kill yourself with this dull pocket knife. It will take you longer, until you find a sharpening stone. I have seen people on the so called “methadone program” selling the methadone to other, more desperate junkies, so they can purchase a morphine, oxycodone or Percocet pill to inject into their own collapsed veins. What happens to these youths that prostitute themselves out to purchase these habitual drugs? They either overdose and die, die of exposure, or just grow into more experienced prostitutes and junkies. Doing the same cycle again and again. Prostitute, drugs, overdose, rehab or jail, methadone, prostitute, drugs, overdose, rehab or jail, methadone, prostitute……on and on. How do they finally break the cycle? Death or determination, their own. Any junkie that has broke this cycle knows they do it for themselves and it has nothing to do with social services or rehab centers who just enable them to continue the vicious cycle of North American roulette. Only the “gun” is replaced by a “fit” and the bullet is replaced by the “contaminated drug”. What is the contamination? Whatever the last desperate dealer/junkie (or manufacturer) used to cut the last batch he/she received and did too much and is trying to make up for the money he/she will be falling short because of the over usage. Usually anything white and powdery in color which could be anything, may be Ajax or Comet?  There are a lot of things used as “cut”. Only the imagination of the individual is the limit.

Doctor of the Deliriously Destructive

As human beings, being brainwashed by main con-stream media, we tend to look the other way. Or at least want to, avoiding the thoroughly depressing. But it is there and it is growing. I have lived in and near a city with 100,000 plus population and have seen what it was like 20 plus years ago and what it is now today. It is rampant now, not that it was good 20 years ago, but at least rehab was rehab. You did not leave until you were detoxed and mentally ready to attempt the “clean of drugs” life. Now it is totally the opposite. They may detox you, only if you are willing to stay. Ok, what is wrong with that picture? Because, once the Dt’s (Delirium tremens) start, not many people will stay through that. So it reduces the cost of rehab because people will not stay very long, guaranteed. The ones that get detoxed are usually the ones that end up in jail and have absolutely no recourse friends or family to bail them out. We also are being brainwashed by silly cop series (too many to mention) exemplars to show no empathy for these individuals. We are brainwashed that they are a burden of society, so let them bungle and botch. But the more we allow this and not help these destitute people, the more it will cost us as tax payers. That is what the 1 percenters want anyway. Keep the unemployed in this pharmaceutical abusing cycle, justifying the cost of health care and drugs that feed their fat paychecks while we pay, and any money these distraught individuals  manage to bungle and botch for will get sucked away quickly, right back to the pharmaceutical, health care, municipal, and federal corporations, right back to the 1 percenters pocket.  If you are confused on how this can happen, then you must be living a very sheltered life, perhaps in Wheaton, New Jersey? Where ever it is, please send me a road map.

True Stories Abandoned Decennium after Decennium

Clarisse, 26 years of age, says to the question: “Why are you prostituting?” “Because when my mother and father broke up, I stayed with my mother and her new husband started to touch and molest me as a teenager, up until I left and lived with my boyfriend. We both started to do cocaine. Then I broke up with him and started to prostitute to feed my cocaine habit. I have been doing this for several years now. I entered rehab and got clean. I hope I can continue a normal life.”

Darlene, 36 years of age, answers to this question: “Why are you prostituting?” “Because when I was 8 or 9 years of age, my father and mother forced me to dance nude on the coffee table while company was visiting and they would all laugh at me. My mother and father would both make me sleep with them while they were having sex and force me to interact. When I was a teenager, about 17, my sister set me up with my future husband. When I met him, it was at the hotel nearby he was staying. He convinced me to come into his hotel room where he tied me to a chair and forced me to satisfy him orally. He then raped me continuously for 3 days, taking many pictures, until I agreed to marry him. He said if I did not, he would use the pictures. I married him reluctantly and had 3 children with him. He continued the rape and abuse. When I was about 28 years of age, living in low cost housing, A man I met, part of a biker gang, told me he could show me a way to get free of my husband. All I would have to do is join the club. I did, while my husband was out of town. When initiated into the club, I was forced to have sex with all the members, male and female. I was forced to perform cunnilinctus on menstruating female members. I was also forced to roll in excrement and was urinated upon. After the initiation, to remain a club member, I was told I had to prostitute myself to gang members and people on the street and give back a percentage to the clubhouse. I did that for a while, then continued prostituting on my own to care for my 3 children. I continued until my 2 boys were taken from me. I still had my daughter, and to take care of her, I started to prostitute myself again. I am to this day addicted to prescription drugs. I also take medication to control my mental disabilities.”

Bettina, 37 years of age answers the same question: “When I was 6 years of age, I remember my father driving me to a cabin. It was just me and him at the cabin. Later, another man drove in to the cabin area. My father called me inside and instructed me to come to him in the kitchen area. He started to undress me, then picked me up and laid me down on the table. Being confused I tried to get away. He held me down tightly and told me to be still and not move. The man that drove in, came into the kitchen and handed my father some money. As my father held me down, the man proceeded to penetrate my vaginal cavity with his penis. It hurt so much I started to sob from the pain. I do not remember much after that point of the first time. My father sold me to a lot of different men in this way. I mostly tried to block it from my mind. When I married, I had a daughter. My husband and I did drugs. I got hooked on cocaine. The habit was so bad, that I was kicked out of the house by my husband. I started to sell myself on the streets to feed the cocaine habit. I have been doing this for 17 years.”

“Tex” oNid ittEnEbEd (sHow nO mErcY)

© Copyright: dYnoReX and ADGMusic/Soft/Literature Org All rights reserved 2016

Are you Confused? You outa be.

Media just gets stronger as time trickles by. Mostly because we are not learning to turnoff the brain swamped, cess-pooled infiltrated, brainwashed dung streamed nonsense. All programming, even movies now, are suffering from this contamination. Our children are being weaned on this propagandist deceit  and we wonder why Joey , 16 years of age, is robbing 7-11s to buy his crack balls, and why Sally, 15 years of age, is on the streets, selling her body to old men and making amature pornos to sell on the internet, to have enough money to support her cocaine habit. If you think this is not happening then you are living under a rock. Anyone with any awareness whatsoever with the events that are unfolding around them are aware of this downslide of humanity. Some people say, “It has been like this since the beginning of time! So why worry about it?” Not quite. How many marriages are breaking up because of homosexual, bisexual, lesbianism social behaviors? How many of you guys out there are losing your wives to other women? How many of you women are losing your man to other men? How many of these people end up on the street doing almost anything to get their fix so they do not have to think about their pain and present circumstances? How many end up homeless and a ward to social services? How may end up dead?

Listen to the Silent Innuendos and Whispers of Injunction, Courtesy of your Friendly Main Con-Streamed Media

It is not because of social behaviors that this is happening. It is lifestyles that the main con-stream media is slinging like snot-swill into our living room. Main con-stream media is selling addictive programming that is saying, or at least planting the seed, “Leave your husband! He is scum anyway and he is abusing you. He does not respect you and is just trying to dominate you. Leave him, leave him! Find a woman that will treat you right! Because men are all abusive, dirty and losers!” Or, “Leave you wife! She is not worthy of you! She is just using you for your money! She is sleeping with other guys! She does it every time you leave the house for work! She is screwing her boss and all your friends, and your son’s friends! Leave her and find a man to treat you right! Because all woman are whores and opportunists!” Or “Your parents are such squares. They are stupid and old. They have no brains. They do not understand you. Leave your parents. Social Services has a room just for you. Be with all your friends and party!” Main con-stream media is using social behaviors like homosexuality, bisexuality, and lesbianism, and is twisting it into brainwashed media alternative lifestyles to run to, once they have mentally convinced you to leave your spouse and run into same sex relationships, or just bisexual flip-flopping from one relationship to another, promoting polygyny  and polygamy practices. Like the two headed coin. An old magician’s trick. You are probably wondering why main con-stream media is attacking the normal, average, heterosexual marriages and families? Divide and conquer. Simple as that. Reverse persecution. The gay community should be outraged by this water-down because it is ultimately going to place the “Star of David” on each and everyone of them. Yes, people in power have found these social behaviors very useful to promote chaos amongst the masses, to keep the wealth away from the masses, and in total control for the 1 percenters.

A Fop Style, Fashioned at it’s Jest

The worst corruption that is being pitched is the attack on the children. If you are a youth that has managed to make your way through high school with out being sexually abused, raped or pushed to the streets, then the college and university tuitions will definitely lead you to a life of serfdom for the 1 percenters because you will owe a lifetime of money. If you do not go to college or university, then you are doomed for a union less, blue collared existence of slavery and toil. Or you can enter the sex trade and live the “Ultimate Fop-style”  of the millennium, specially designed for the discriminating massed populace. Where you can bungle your life away with little or no effort. Get money easily and spend it on a whole line of different addicting drugs, legal or illegal, to enhance your semi-lucrative, Fop-life-styled existence. Think about all of this and you will see that it is true, only if you open your eyes to see? Really look at what is going on and shed the blinders that create a tunnel vision to keep the intelligence zoomed in on what the 1 percenters want you to see. Once you do that you will feel alone. But you are not alone. We just have to find each other, avoiding the river of swill that has contaminated our thoughts since childhood. Taking away our pure thoughts and corrupting us into tools of self destruction.

Lets go do the Fop, Oh Baby, Lets go do the Fop. Fop ’til Morning Fop ’til the Evening, do the Fop, Fop, Fop, Fop 

Pharmaceutical Companies are the new drug pushers. Or old actually. They make sure that people have to pay good money for these drugs whether needed or not. Doctors prescribe these drugs in a habit forming pattern, ensuring that the people that get these addictive drugs are thoroughly addicted ensuring they keep buying these drugs. People that buy these prescription drugs, usually get more then enough so they can distribute the excess on the street for astronomical prices ensuring more people get hooked and stay hooked. After Amanda, 16 years of age, does a trick with a 70 year old man, she runs to the dealers room, usually located in a social services community building designed for destitute people to have a 100 to 150 square foot room, and spends the trick money on some morphine, oxy-codeine or Percocet that was the excess of an injured workers prescription, and pays 40, 60 to 100 dollars on the pill, depending on the milligrams of the drug contained. Then Amanda goes back to her room in the same building, liquefies the morphine, cracks open a fresh fit, provided by social services, finds a fresh or semi healed vain to tie off and injects the liquefied drug. This will last her approximately 1 to 2 hrs, possibly 3 before she will come down. Amanda again, hits the street to perform another trick for more money to buy another pill. Amanda could be your daughter. If you think of that in those terms, it can be a sobering shock.

A Loathing Needled Spoonful

So for all you tunnel-vision, brainwashed people out there that thinks drug pushers are some shady character on the street corner in a bad episode of Baretta, Toma or some CSI derivative, all brainwashing cop series, you should wake up and see reality, and not some overused stupid police detective epitome. Actors, of these Fop-styled series, are the people that make this horror story a reality. Because they help promote that the culprits of these stories have to be some shady character with no name, making thousands and thousands of dollars from this exchange. In reality, the pusher in that social services provided building, is a junkie himself/herself, and makes just enough to keep himself/herself high on the drug. The drug pushing middleman/woman, who is usually a junkie, ensure that there is always a strong insulator from the source, which always leads back ultimately to the government and pharmaceutical companies. But, they would rather you think it was some Columbian drug cartel that is responsible, in order to keep the fictitious “war on drugs” alive and well, living in your living room being spoon-fed to you by the main con-stream media, the insulator to the source of greed. The 1 percenters.

“Tex” oNid ittEnEbEd (sHow nO mErcY)

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Presidential “Trump” Card, The King of Diamonds, Reversed

I looked over the United Sates Presidential hopefuls for 2016 and got chills down my spine with fear and doubt. Hey, may be they could talk Obama into another 4 years? I doubt he would want to; just look at the grey hair he has acquired during the last 8 years in office. Trump for president? My God! Who’s idea was that anyway? Probably his own. What a over-commercialized 1 percenter, slave-driving, capitalistic, serfdom pushing, peon master! This man’s life has been the capitalistic, showcased, predetermined dream, whilst the rest of us lived in toil and oppression. Trump’s lifestyle has showboated this idealism for decades. He is the definitely the 1 percenter’s poster boy. Now he wants to be president? Please God, if there is justice in this world, smite him into oblivion with all your Godly power. But, he is not the worst candidate on the roster, but he is definitely in the forefront. He has the main-con stream media intimidated and scared to say anything too abrasive about him or his idealism, which is definitely feudalism. I mean really, what happened to last person with any credibility that said anything negative about this economic enslaver. That person is not credible anymore, in the commercialized contaminated main-con stream media forum or specter. Truthfully, Trump is not very exciting and is very predictable. I am surprised he has been as successful as he has in his life. However, he came from old money, thus makes his success not very surprising at all.

Do Not Forget to Lock Your Windows

I heard odd rumors about Bill Gates? I am not even going to think about that one. Commercialized pirates in the white house? I guess he could not be any worse then Nixon. And because he has so much money already, the only thing left to steal would be our constitutional rights and freedoms. May be he could write a Basic program with Quick Basics that would balance the budget! He would have to step down however, living in the old White House, and not his $600,000,000 house. Another 1 percenter poster boy. What would his campaign slogan be? “I am so filthy rich because I stole what was already stolen, but now that I am filthy rich, I will crush anyone, that tries to steal what I have rightfully stolen, into small bits of unreadable damaged sector data.”

Hilary, the Queen of Hearts, reversed.

Hilary Clinton? This picture does not improve at all. I mean, really, if you look at her personal and political track record, you would have to be in the ozone, or on mescaline to vote for her. If there was a woman that displayed the common female incapability of not being accountable, she is the definite poster girl. All the bad decisions she made or failures, she just blamed on Bill Clinton’s incapacity to remain faithful. Yes Bill was a philanderer, over sexed, and borderline sexual deviant, but at least he was accountable. Hilary is one of those “Good Wives”  that was mentally oppressed and dominated by a cheating, political, power hungry husband? Give me a break. He was probably happy to unload her, even if it cost him the rest of his last term as the President. But she has managed to weave her way into the corridors of political power. I wonder how she did that? Her brains? No, I think it was something else. I mean Bill wasn’t the only oversexed, sexually deviant male in Washington. If Hilary, as President, got us involved in a World War with the middle east, and lost, who would she blame that on? Yes, trade in you Hyundai’s for Hindu Camels. And, as all the free independent women of North America are enforced to wear veils and black robes, not allowed to talk back to their new Arabic husband, you will be able to thank Hilary, who by that time would have woven herself into the royal harem, belly dancing for King Salman.

Gloria to the Revolution, Queen of Spades, Upright

Randomly speaking, Gloria LaRiva, who supposedly translated a book written by the 1 percenter, implanted surrogate, Fidel Castro. I would not be surprised if she also read books written by Joseph Stalin, another implanted 1 percenter surrogate, who’s sole purposes were to deglamorize socialism (Carl Marx) into a militant looking, unattractive, enslaved, anti-freedom orientated system. If she wants to appear to be for freedom, then why use useless entities like Fidel Castro, a Joseph Stalin wannabe who lived in, and was never seen, in anything but military styled uniforms, like Joseph Stalin? Joseph Stalin corrupted socialism into a full fledged, communistic dictatorship. Fidel Castro although retired, make no mistake,  is still a ruthless, puppet, communist dictator even though he now wears a suit. Now, we all know it is just an act. Because, people in Cuba, although not totally free, still are somewhat prosperous, in a controlled mannerism. But the outer appearance gives us the impression of enslavement. Gloria LaRiva, definitely needs to brush-up on Marxist-Leninism, because anyone that is serious about socialism, definitely does not respect Fidel Castro. Her platform should reflect something new, and stay away from associations with communist dictators because who in their right mind would want to go from Obama to someone that idolizes Fidel Castro? Gloria LaRiva, most likely, has her own military styled uniform hanging in her closet, and only comes out when she has smoked couple of doobies , or when a revolution starts, chanting “Viva, LaRiva for the revolution!”.

The Joker or The Fool

Joseph “Joe Exotic” Maldonado. Sounds like a wrestler or a porn actor. But wherever he acquired that name, I am sure he earned it. But I think it is due to his interest in exotic animals. And I hope not in a beastie-deviant way. But because he looks strange and probably is, I do not want to waste my time researching his motivations to run for political office, only to say that in Commercial North America , almost anyone can run for political office provided they had some money, and he would be a good example, along with the late Doug Henning.

“Tex” oNid ittEnEbEd (sHow nO mErcY)

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A True Story of an Abused Sibling.

A young girl, 12, going on 13, standing, looking into her mirror. She feels her body changing, growing, shaping into an allure of sexual invitation. Her mind is becoming more vanity aware. She feels and touches herself with excitement, confusion and emotion. She feels that she is becoming a woman, but is not exactly sure how to handle the new eruptions that she feels in her mind and body as she receives goosebumps and adrenalin rushes from her pelvis, up her spine ultimately leading to her neck, then stimulating her brain. She touches her vagina and it feels wetter than usual, then receives an odd odor as she looks at her fingertips. Blood, the carrier of her first discarded eggs. Yes, she is indeed a woman. She becomes more confused and feels needless shame because no one properly explained how this event is such an important and shameless event, but more importantly, what to do and how to handle the event in a sanitary manner. Instead, her mother whom just happens to catch her in one of her most important events of becoming a woman, laughs and throws an handful of tampons at her and says, “Plug it up! Don’t get blood on my rug!”

This happens all the time coming from ignorant parents that do not care or do not have the mentality to help the new woman gain her womanhood in a respectful, honorable manner. Instead, the mother is painfully resentful, jealous, and degrading, showing her daughter, the new woman of the family, that it is not a big deal, live with it. Now implanted in her confused mind that she was somehow being “dirty” and sinning the greatest sin of almost soiling her mother’s stupid carpet. Later that night, after figuring out how to apply the tampon properly, she was in her pj’s laying in bed, with her leg exposed. Thinking about how today’s important event was inadequately explained in gym and biology class, and how shallow of an explanation was given in sex education,  she suddenly hears the door slowly open. It was about 1:00 or so in the morning, so no lights were on.  Her eyes focused on the large silhouette intruding into her room, situated several rooms from her mother’s and other sibling’s rooms. A strong odor of liquor now consumed the room and with her eyes now in focus, seen it was her father. He slowly creeped up to her bedside. She, being scared because of todays event and never seeing her father in her room at this time of the night, laid still, hoping that he was there just to tuck her in and not punish her because of today’s event.

But, it dawned on her, that she did nothing wrong. It dawned on her that he has not come to her room for a long time to tuck her in. She was too old for that. Or so she assumed. It dawned on her that he and her mother was constantly arguing lately and that they were not at all close. As he lurked over her like a dark, cloaked chameleon, she suddenly felt terrified of her father for the first time. He sat on the edge of the bed and stroked her hair. It felt good as he maintained his gentle strokes. His caresses now reached her arm and she felt the goosebumps rise as her body responded in an exciting but reluctant manner. She felt like she was tied to the bed from not being able to move in protest, but it was the fear that had bound her in position. He slowly pulled off her blanket, exposing her body, only covered in shear, loosely fitting pajamas. He felt her breasts in a gentle but firm manner, causing her nipples to harden. She tried to protest, but was frozen in fear. Her body was responding to his touches in a way that felt pleasurable, but her brain was in total fear and turmoil. He unbuttoned her pajama top and exposed her breasts. He continued caressing her, feeling the response from her body. He slowly pulled off her pajama bottoms, now having her totally nude and vulnerable. She then let out a small wince of pleasure as his hand went directly to her vaginal area, but grabbed his hand to stop him. “No, please don’t daddy!” she said in a firm but fearful, shaky voice. He then directed her hand to his already exposed penis. He made her hand clench his penis and guided it up and down in a stroking manner.

Feeling what seemed enormous in size, her mind was twisted with pleasure, fear, remorse, denial that her father would be doing this to her. He let go of her hand and she quickly drew it away. He grabbed her hand again, this time with force, making her stroke him again. “You don’t want me to tell your mother about what you let me do to you? She would be heartbroken! Please help me do what she will not help me with no more, and I promise, I will never tell her. I will never do this to you again if you help me.” As he guided her hand up and down, he gradually let go and her hand kept stroking as he instructed her. He then moved his hand down to her vagina and stroked her, penetrating her with his fingertips. She became more wet, feeling pleasure, confusion and remorse, fighting the feelings she was being coaxed to feel. He then grabbed her body, flipped her over and bent her over the bed. He covered her mouth tightly with his hand and sodomized her roughly. She tried to scream but his hand muffeled the sobs and shrieks as tears rolled from her eyes.  He continued to penetrate her anally, ejaculating a couple of moments later. The shock of the intense mixture of pain, emotion, remorse and pleasure made her very light headed, causing her to pass out.

Five years later, she was married to a man and had a couple of children. Ten years later, she was divorced. She bounced around from lover to lover. One particular lover, she felt the need to explain her youth when she was molested by her father. She told the lover that after 6 years of constant sexual abuse from her father, the last few years of the abuse became normal to her, where she came to terms with the abuse enough to enjoy the interaction. The abuse even continued from her father during her first marriage. All the time knowing her mother was very aware, but silent of the continuous rape and abuse. Her mother was divorced from her abusing father for the last 3 years of the abuse, and still remained silent to anyone about the abuse even though the daughter was left to live with her abusing father. The mother later explained reluctantly that she allowed it so she would not have to have sex with her husband. All the while, being jealous of her own daughter because her husband preferred to sexually abuse his own daughter over sexually interacting with his wife. Thus the abuse so continues from generation to generation, in different forms and slowly, our morals deteriorate into the abyss of oppression and non-spirituality.

We are brainwashed to think this scenario just does not happen very often. But think again. One out of three households on average, no matter what the income is, all over the world, experience incest. Where is the failing? It is the giant lie main con-stream media and commercialism tells us on a day to day basis. And the shame is what keeps the tale from excreting into the light for all to see.

“Tex” oNid ittEnEbEd (sHow nO mErcY)

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Feared Speared

Lets hear it for the rich! Yes the rich is why we toil as such. Toil to make ends meet, toil to feed our families. Toil to pay for our homes. Pay to be entertained (brainwashed). What is my opinion of the 1 percenters? Eat them. Hunt them, shoot them, and eat them and mount their heads with expressions of exasperated feared lunacy. Yes they would be like shooting the fabled sasquatch, or getting the “big fish” out of the fishing hole, or snagging the loch ness monster. Freezing the facial expressions when you impale them with a home-made spear or one from Sears if you prefer. Or keep them and bound them to a rotisserie and roast them alive, all except their heads so you can mount them with the remaining resultant expression. What a day that would be! Or you could just make them your slaves, they cute ones anyway. They would also make great pets. Just keep them on a short or electric shock leashes. Hell, trade them with you friends!

Prized Flamed Game

If you prefer to eat your bagged 1 percenter, then they would be very tasty with tabasco sauce and/or mustard, or even baste them with your favorite or home-made barbecue sauce. Sounds delicious, my mouth is watering as I type this blog. Yum, yum! Finger licking good. The Colonel would be insanely jealous for not thinking of that first. But yet, if alive, he and his family would be a prime candidates for the rotisserie. Yes, roasting the Colonel’s great, great, great grand daughter, or son! I mean really, we do not discriminate gender or age. However, the old ones may have to marinated or stewed. That even sounds better! Boil the S.O.B.s in cauldrons like they used boil black slaves that were not obedient in the old south. Or at least the slave men that were caught screwing the 1 percenter’s wives because the masters were too busy screwing the young slave women. Or like in Nazi Germany, where almost every non-brainwashed person knows that the 1 percenters profited off that war, like they profit off every war world war or not. Though the enslavement and treatment of the Jews were more extreme and inhuman, kept the select few Jewish women and men to perform as circus animals for the SS and/or elite alike, whomever they would be, most likely from the royal family or some deranged 1 percenters visiting checking out their investments.

Seasoning of the Rich

Just keep in mind, that they represent 1 percent of the population, so even though there are not enough of them to go around, we could all share them. If you were in a room with 100 people, that 1 person in that room that represents that 1 percenter who would roast nicely on an open fire, like a pig in a spic, searing and sizzling to perfection and would feed that 99 people in that room and probably have leftovers.  The leftovers could make nice sandwiches or hors d’oeuvre on crackers. But wait! instead of eating them all. we could have 1 percenter farms and breed them for meat, or slaves, and we could enter them in the fall fairs across the world, showing off your prized 1 percenter and win ribbons and trophies alike! We could keep them in stalls next to the horses. Depending on the breeding, they might even be worth almost as much as a prized thoroughbred horse! They could scrub our floors, take care of our offspring, do all the mundane time consuming chores freeing up more time for us to do the fun things in life. The possibilities are endless. We could race them as horses and bet on which prized thorough bred 1 percenter would win the race. How would you get them to run around the track? Just have them chase a solid gold carrot so you could get as many laps out of them as you wanted. The winner would be rewarded by allowing him to clean out the horse stalls. The losers would have to go back to their masters and be punished.

Whip the Money Whipped

But we would not physically abuse our 1 percenters because they would probably like that sort of punishment. No, we would punish them in the way they would most despise. Scrub that floor, clean the toilet. Peel potatoes. Clean out the barn, make my bed, wash my feet. Lick the toe jam from between my toes. But wait, we are getting back to the activities they may like. We must keep them in anguish and despair. Cut the grass with a pair of scissors. That should keep them busy for a while. Scrub the walls with a tooth brush. Shine my shoes. Wash my clothes with a wash board at the creek. Wash and squeegee the windows. Cook supper and serve it up. Instead of eating in the dining room, we will eat in the living room and use the one percenters as coffee tables, eating the last roasted 1 percenter’s left overs while watching episodes of how to train your 1 percenter to do tricks almost as good as dogs can. Yes, dogs would be higher in class. And of course, they would have to clean up the dog stool as well. In fact, they would be at the end of the food chain where most barnyard animals would be worth more and be more useful. And after supper, the 1 percenters would make great foot stools. But while they are lazing around as foot stools, we could still have them do additional things, like macramé or knitting, making doilies, mittens, sweaters or even blankets.

Jungled and the Crotched

But, that may be just a dream, however, you can bet your last 1 percenter produced covet level brain washing tool that they would do the same thing  to you in a New York minute. That is why they pollute the internet with brainwashed advertising and cess spew-age in attempt to keep the masses believing we are powerless. Powerless to do anything and keep being slaves so the 1 percenters can remain “high on the hog” watching gag reels of the bungled and the botched (you and me) scurry around like circus animals trying to steal the show to be noticed. They have done “all the above” to us at one time or another. When will we awake from this proselytized cajoled slumber.

“Tex” oNid ittEnEbEd (sHow nO mErcY)

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