The World’s Columbian Exhibition

Posted February 8, 2010 by ray
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Your lover who just walked out the door
has taken all his blankets from the floor

The carpet too is moving under you

 

 The empty-handed painter from your streets 

 is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets
 The sky, too, is folding under you

and it’s all over now Baby Blue

 

The millennium opened with destruction of twin babylonish towers, merchant centers aimed skyward, Columbia’s First and Second Cities.

Kicking-off the succeeding decade, on January 3, 2010, twin quakes of 7.2 and 6.5 struck the Solomon Islands, geography carrying the name of the most wealthy and famous Hebrew king.  Solomon erected the first earthly Temple, practiced a type of magick (goetic/binding) still in use, and eventually succumbed to the sexual and “advisory” powers of his hundreds of wives, resulting in the division by twinning of “his” kingdom.

Wine is strong
the King is stronger
women are strongest
truth prevails

Zerubabbel, who constructed the second Temple, was a native son of Babylon.  That temple lasted, and was found temporarily suitable by Jesus.  Zorro de Babel’s defects, one might say, were built-in.

Now when the adversaries of Judah and Benjamin heard that the children of the captivity builded the temple unto the LORD God of Israel; Then they came to Zerubbabel, and to the chief of the fathers, and said unto them, Let us build with you: for we seek your God, as ye [do]; and we do sacrifice unto him since the days of Esarhaddon king of Assur, which brought us up hither. But Zerubbabel, and Jeshua, and the rest of the chief of the fathers of Israel, said unto them, Ye have nothing to do with us to build an house unto our God.  (Ezra 4)

God digs taking flawed, weak creatures like Solomon and Zerubabbel, and using them for big shindigs.   Solomon, reputedly the wisest man on Earth, wasn’t nearly wise enough, was he?  :O)

But God hath chosen the foolish things of the world to confound the wise; and God hath chosen the weak things of the world to confound the things which are mighty; And base things of the world, and things which are despised, hath God chosen.  (1 Cor. 1)

The Solomon tsunamis bathed two islands, Tetepare (TeT-pair) and Rendova (rend ova), after which on January 9 the NRG surfaced at Eureka (EU reek a, pronounced you reek ah) in the state of Kali-fornia.  The 6.5 mag doppled the lesser Solomon quake/key.

Three days hence, Prince’s-Port in a land associated with slavery, necromancy, blood-magick, matriarchy and idolatry gets a second 7 magger.  Biblically, seven is associated with completion and sabbath: a millennium of rest and regeneration for humanity and Earth.  Seven is king and kingdom. 

Under ISIS, the International Space Station, the sky is folding, the carpet’s moving, and don’t think she hasn’t noticed.

(In a related development, Tommy over at Kosmikon has had trouble sleeping due to noise from his sister and her friends.  Among Tommy’s listed interests is nostalgia, though it’s unclear how much nostalgia’s available to a 22-year-old.   

Thankfully, AF is also aware of The Tommy Situation, reporting that last year a tree fell on Tommy’s (or whoever’s) house.  Many evidentiary holes remain, like was there a twister?  Were feet sticking out from under afterward?  Or what? We are still collating data and will advise re The Situation.)

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 Tommy

Hm, he doesn’t look def, dumb and blind.  Sez he’s a wizzurd tho, so we believe him!

Anyway, like Kosmikon Tom, Mumbai (Bombay) also has a sister, by the loaded nom of Navi Mumbai.  (See Ben Fairhall’s series on the Mumbai Massacre of November 26-29, 2008.)

Coming off its declaration of Moon-ownership — two weeks before the Massacre — and having traded in desultory Bombay for the mumbo-matriarchal Mumbai, Fairhall traces exhaustive connections between worship of the “Divine Feminine” and Massacre events, places, and persons.

In Mumbai Lunacy: Part II, Ben writes:

. . . two of the four Americans sadly killed in Mumbai were members of the Synchronicity Foundation, a meditation group based in the goddess state of Virginia.‘ 

Led by Charles Cannon, whose techniques for inducing deep trance include the application of binaural-beat technology (after the fashion of the Monroe Institute), the Synchronicity Foundation claims that a very special guest has been making daily appearances at their 450-acre ranch near Charlottesville. The following is an extract from an article written by local journalist David A Maurer, eighteen months before the tragedy in Mumbai.

Maurer writes:

‘According to Charles Cannon, spiritual director of the Synchronicity Foundation in Nelson County, an apparition has been making itself known to visitors on a daily basis since last August. He refers to the apparition as the Blessed Mother and says she is more than the Blessed Virgin Mary, mother of Jesus.

“She refers to herself as the Divine Feminine, the Divine Mother, the Blessed Mother, not just Mother Mary,” Cannon said recently before going to the nearby site where the visitations are said to be occurring. “She is the divine consciousness- the essence of all those forms. What is amazing here is that so many people are seeing her, hearing her, smelling the fragrance [roses and gardenias].”

Similar Fairhall musings (non-contiguous):

As we have already noted, the former Victoria Terminus was built on the site of the original temple (sacred to Mumba) from which Mumbai derives its name.

Its present name of Mumbai- used, formally, since 1996, and informally for many centuries before that by speakers of Gujarati- is combined from the local goddess Mumba, and a word meaning ‘mother’, ‘Aai’. According to Wikipedia, Mumba was the patron of the original inhabitants of the seven islands, the salt collectors and fisherfolk; who is still deeply venerated in the city’s seventeenth-century Mumba Devi Temple. Most intriguingly, Mumba is depicted inside the temple as a black stone sculpture: evoking obvious comparisons not only to the Black Madonnas of Templar-infused Catholicism and Isis, but to the origins of Islam in the pagan worship of the Kaaba at Mecca (a word related to Cybele.)

As Fairhall points out, all five Americans killed at Mumbai were Jewish, including Alan Scherr and his thirteen-year-old daughter Naomi.  Scherr was official spokesperson for the Synchronicity Foundation, which claimed interaction with a self-identified Goddess. 

The correspondences go on and on — varied, rather innumerable, provocations clustered at India, specifically Mumbai. 

Events at Mumbai were foreshocks of the Solomon Island and Haiti earthquakes, extant on a continuum, grokkable without geophysical analogs.  However, as emphasis, the coordinates of this semiotic determinism twin despite high mathematical improbability. 

Mumbai

18-58-30 N latitude
72-49-33 E longitude

Port au Prince

18-32-21 N latitude
72-20-6 W longitude

Mix her a double portion from her own cup.  (Revelation 18)

U.S. President Barack Obama bows to Tampa Mayor Pam Iorio at ...

 

Here’s the Castrati-in-Chief at MacDill (scots-ritish) Air Force Base on 1/28 grovelling before yet another goddess, in this case Tampon Temple Tampa Mayor Pam Iorio.

Jovian moon, Io is also a priestess of Hera (Demeter, Ceres, etc.) in Greek mythology, metamorphically associated with the heifer – a female cow prior to calving.  Io’s father, Inachus, established the Heran Mother Goddess’ shrine at Argos.

You are stunned.  Admit it.

Rio en espanol = river, thus a female Iorio is, broadly, river-priestess of Hera.

Thus all the bowing and scraping . . . though Obie deifies all femininity, reflexively and unconsciously.  Well-trained.

Born in Waterville, Maine (water-main), Mayor Iorio is strongly associated with her hometown of Temple Terrace, Florida, situated adjacent to Tampa.  Might’s well have called the place Templar Ziggurat!

Temple Terrace circles back to pharaoh and the mom-in-chief via powerful Chicago “socialite” Bertha Palmer, who orignally owned the 19,000-acre site as “Riverhills Ranch,” a (very) private hunting preserve largely for wealthy northerners, with part of the land later transformed into a private, high-end golf course designed by Tom Bendelow (den below), architect of the famous Medinah Country Club in, where else, Chicago.

Temple Terrace was named for the hybrid Temple Orange, further suggesting the “orangies” of kilt-land.

Silver-spooned Bertha Palmer married craftily and “quickly rose to the nexus of Chicago society.”  A ground-floor mover and shaker of the Chicago Woman’s Club, using her influence to be “selected” as President of the Board of Lady Managers of the 1893 World’s Columbian Exhibition, otherwise quaintly known as the Chicago World’s Fair.

World’s.  Columbian.  Exhibition.  Strange name for a national fair . . . . :O)

The (oho!)  Columbian Exhibition was a veritable occult smorgasboard, hosting Nick Tesla’s new alternating-current exhibition, George Ferris’ innovative, elevative, disorienting Great Wheel, the John Bull loco-motive, and Cairo Street featuring famed belly-dancer Little Egypt. 

Whole lotta shakin’.

Erik Larson’s The Devil in the White City: Murder, Magic and Madness at the Fair That Changed America chronicles the Fair, where American serial-killing was founded.  Herman Webster Mudgett (aka Dr. H. H. Holmes) participated in the Columbian Exhibition in grand and primal style.  His “World’s Fair Hotel” included a gas chamber, dissection table, and crematorium.

Temples, water, and golf courses in ritual-slaying contexts recall our scribblings about Zodiac, whose first victims were a young couple parked just off bucolic Lake Herman Road near Vallejo, California.  Herman also suggests Rudy Hermann Guede, one of the killers of Meredith Kercher, described semiotically in recent posts.  Guede denotes the voudoun death-family.  The name Herman or Hermann appears invariably linked to blood-rites associated with agents (unconscious or otherwise) of the “Divine Feminine.” 

(See here for a recent slaying of a female ice-cream vendor near Springstowne Junior High School, on Vallejo’s Springs Road, which leads to Lake Herman Road and Blue Rocks Springs Golf Course, in eastern Vallejo . . .  the “ground zero”  Zodiac killing fields.  Shooter’s name is Montenegro = black mountain = Mount Diablo, implicated geomantically in both Zodie and Altamont)

Chicago as Babylon-the-Second, or Great, did not initiate operations under the Black Widow Mitchie.  The land was dipped in blood many times prior, tilled by characters such as Bertha Palmer and Herman Mudgett, before the Daley (Dea-ley) Machine assumed the reins of the night mare.

In between Herman Mudgett and the Mom-in-Chief, the lives of 100 million males — most of them just boys, really — were laid upon the queen’s altar to traumatize  Make Safe the nation and planet for Maria the Shriver and her New Woman Order, and to enrich and empower the vampire families of humanity.

The Golden Lady

 (1918, commemorating the World’s Columbian Exhibition, outside the Exhibition’s Elec/tri/city Building)

French recalled “and lo! an American goddess stood forth, with golden hair, clothed in shimmering draperies and by night a halo of stars around her head.”

How special.  So’s this.

Residents of Northern California’s Humboldt County were rocked by a magnitude-5.9 earthquake Thursday, but officials said there were no immediate reports of major injury or damage from the second large temblor to hit the area within a month.

The U.S. Geological Survey reported the quake struck at 12:20 p.m. about 35 miles northwest of the community of Petrolia and nearly 50 miles west of Eureka. [Feb. 4, 2010]

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and California’s shaking like an angry child will
who has asked for love and is unanswered still

“Something Fine”

Eve/n a doppled portion.  Norte o Sur, Temple Terrace to Tempe-by-Phoenix, it’s all one big Columb.  Just ask Pam Iorio.

Here’s the goddess coming outta Io in Rio.

Julia Lira rehearses in Rio, 3 Feb

At the delicate core of Julia’s case is the queen’s traditional role in Rio’s Carnival: that of sexy muse.

Yes, Kore Delicate, the Queen’s traditional role.  Little Sasha Malia Julia Lira.  (Lira = italian money and/or liar.)

(photo via AF, article here)

Golly, who could have dressed those girls in such outfits?  

It’s all such a Mystery!

On and On swirls the Carne-vale.  Blood and Goats.

You say you never compromised
with the Mystery Tramp but now you realize

he’s not selling any alibis
as you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
and say, “Do you want to make a deal?”

Saints take Super Bowl.  

Recap from The Wonder Bowl:  Mr. Obama 37, motor-delayed autistic kid, 63.  You figure it out.

Note: On Bus Skills I asked Adrian who won the Kansas City, Pittsburg game.  Adrian said Kansas City. It works!!.They did win.  ( “It works” is an expression Adrian often uses in a joyous way. )

– Qim Tunes

Please join us again next time for another rounde of Snakes and Ladders as the neverending tour rolls westie, from the World’s Columbian Exhibition to the Vancouver Olympics.  Maybe we’ll swing by Tommy’s, raise a glass to his sister.

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Tommy (in case you forgot)

Bottom of the Barrel

Posted January 28, 2010 by ray
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 Cat in the Hat 

We must try to shake it down
do our best to break the ground
try to turn the world around
one more time

Scene of chaos and devastation in the densely-populated Port-au-Prince area of Haiti after a huge quake rocked the region.

. . . said Muhammad Akbar Whatsis in “Tuesday’s Dead.”  Called hisself Majikat during the Solve Seventies.  He looks a bit calculating now, no?

On Toozday Two Towers fell, dad shook hell, on Toozday Haitians heard first bell. 

Twin vineyards of red wine; give her a double portion.

If I make a mark in time I can’t say the mark is mine
I’m only the underline of the word

 

Teshub, like all spheres, ain’t much by god’s standards, and if he did one godpleasing thing lifelong, maybe he’d be  mentionable. 

The string of wannabe servants is lightyears.  Tuesday’s in the queue probly, over there by Someday, hard by the edge of ShitNowhere, wanting in the Wannabe Line.

The Lord reigns, let the nations tremble
He sits enthroned between the cherubim
let the earth shake.

 (Psalm 99)

Two versions of Tuesday’s Dead appear on the Majikat DVD, one from the 1976 Majikat tour highlighting the concert, and a bizarre bonus clip from 1971 at something called “Granada Out Front.”  The audience apparently was herded onto cattletrucks buses at Sister Immaculata High School, told Fifth Period was cancelled, and disembarked at Remulac XI. 

Don’t think one of them even budged the entire song.  More classes later mebbe.

Cat explains to this pimply, wooden, slightly stunned assemblage that, unusually, though he knew Tuesday’s Dead’s  reason, he didn’t understand its meaning.  ”You think up a meaning and put it to me,” chirped he, plucking the first lick.

Scrumptious irony – confiding ignorance about a song that nobody understands to parochial kids stumped by Sugar, Sugar.

Not long after refuting Tuesday’s demise,  Cat found another hat, got out, and stayed out a long time.  Else there’d have been no comeback tour.  Ever.

Preacher won’t you paint my dream, won’t you show me where you’ve been?
. . . I wouldn’t make another demand all my life

And know what?  He didn’t.

Hopefully he won’t join The Global Elders now.

The DVD reveals subtle changes between 1971 and 1976.  The ‘71 arrangement is sparse and lean.  Necessities only: two acoustics, melodic lead on bass, martial drums.  Quartet of unaffected, geniusy kids, ripping one off.  

Contrastingly, even the name of the ‘76 Tour — Majikat —  is borderline glorific, even for a pop star.  Downright Babalonish.

The mindfuck of fame also reveals in relations with audience and band.  And the 1976 Tuesday’s Dead, while excellent,  lacks the ebullient unselfconsciousness of ’71.  Pre-Majik.  Humble before pimply kids.

By ‘76, he’s drifting further from understanding his own song.  From himself.

Soon after the Majikat tour, with the ego going mas maj, our troubadouric hero spied something shiny and alluring  in the fur Pacific.  Launching into the deeps, he eventually discovered some bit of nothing.  Turning ‘midst the tug and foam, Mr. Important suddenly understood he would not make shore.  

In that moment Cat saw Tomorrow’s headline, himself prominent.  So he begged god for deliverance.  Out loud.  There in front of Typhon ‘n everybody.

Something about doing god’s work henceforth.

The usual.

A big wave rose up behind ole Cat and, well, the rest is viewable on the Muslim History Channel. ;O)

 

Whoa! Where do ya go
when you don’t want no one to know?
Who told tomorrow Tuesday’s dead
?

Hell, everybody.  Likely one special source, however.

But Mr. Yusuf Islam found out how rong Tomorrow can be.

In an era of warfare most primal, who was indwelled?  Military men, captains of industry, heads of state?  Nix. 

Beggars.  Down’s.  Otties.  Cleaning ladies.   Singers.  Writers.  Singerwriters.  Film-makers.  Exiles in Babalon.  Pouring out of the Spirit.  A new war for a New Age, Millennial Year One.

Man may live, man may die
searching for the question why

but if he tries to rule the sky
he must fall

 

Prosaic-a-mundo, Monday’s back-to-work, Wednesday’s hump-day, Thursday’s the day before Friday, Friday is Thank God, and Sat./Sun. are the weekend.

What’s Tuesday?

Dead.  Ain’t you listening? 

Couldn’t prove it by Cat Stevens though – cast doomy mid Posiedon’s Realm — on that Pacific day he became Yusuf Islam.

Mars ain’t the kind of place to raise your kids, but has other qualities.  Corollary: The bedbugs won’t bite, but Taz might.

Ah!  And here’s the Happy Couple now, a’hovrin above Love Field,  exchanging pleasantries.

 

 

I’m still waiting for your heart
’cause I’m sure one day it’s gonna start

(“Here Comes My Babb” by Akbar Ahmed Etc)

 

In Biblespeak, as on Erf, there is only the Daughter of Zion, or the Daughter of Babylon.  Below see triangulate of  latter.

Jack be limbo
Jack be quick

Jack go under limbo stick

The 1963 Love Field Oathtaking of Lyndon Baines Johnson, as AF infers, is the spacetime pivot of the NewWomanOrder.  It was stage-managed by the denizens of Friday.

With the libidic, charismatic, Catholic grain-sacrifice only hours away from life, and the last vestige of “patriarchy” expired, the Goddess commandeered AirForceOne to install Her Guys until, well, now.

Not that most of them weren’t already in place.

On October 30, 1937, in Johnson City Lodge No. 561, at Johnson City, Texas, LBJ entered as an apprentice, and though lacking aptitude/interest for higher degrees, he understood plenty enough to, say, appoint fellow ma/son Earl Warren to sanitize Officially Investigate the gleeful chopdown terrible tragedy.

JFK may have been a true maverick, and/or a pharmakos from getgo.  But after him, there have been neither mistakes, nor outsiders.

What there have been, however, are plenty of ritual sacrifices of varied occlusion.

All Rubedo, all the time.

MEDUSA

. . . serpent tribe/matriarchal rites like the Red Line head-on in Columbia’s District last year, on the 23rd day of Goddess Juno’s month.

AF noted that the Orange and Blue lines, scot-ritish, form a gape-jawed Sobek, the khemic kroc.  The Red Line,  which carried the binary head-on collision and the blood, also acts as an astral handle for the princess’ PradaPurse.   (The “Swearing-in” of the NWO also occurred in mid-air, over Love Field.)

Sixteen years, sixteen banners united over the field
where the good shepherd grieves
Desperate men, desperate women divided
spreading their wings

“Changing of the Guard”

As AF’s commentator ViolatoR points out, Line is also Nile, so as usual Egypt is implicated spiritually, at minimum. 

The pagan cultures of Babylon and Egypt, like all postdiluvian empires including Greece and Rome, were matriarchal and blood-sacrificial, “sat over by a woman” as Revelation records.  

From self-identification as Egyptian Priest Kar to Hawaiian birth in the Uttermost West/Deadlands, Barack Obama enspirits Egypt, as the Mom-in-Chief, with her Second City powerbase, resurrects the spirit of Babylon.

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Witness the alkhemikhal kuppul, presiding over the New Woman/Masonic Order.  Their faunal ensign, the Black Widow, fuses the madonna-khemik with the masonic.

Michelle is Rubedo Woman, the Crimson Queen.  She is the Red Line, carrying both the genes and the traditions of Bloodmagick Babalon.

Barack is the Nigredic King, the modern spirit of Egypt.  Chicago Carbon Exchange. Khem means black.

He is the tessellate field, “owning” the alternating-current gameboard – black and white in race and dress — onto which the  Goddess descends her stellar stairway.

The Mom-in-Chief’s eldest child, decked entirely in red, is the Daughter of Babylon.  Malia.

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Flee from the Daughter of Babylon

(Zech. 2)

The D.C. crash recently spawned its sub-way dopple in geographic Egypt.  The matriarchate’s bloodred Line and Nile anagram Elin Woods. 

First, Woods:- On January 5, two men were sacrificed killed when a plane crashed into the Desplaines River, in a forest preserve, suggesting Artemis, the Goddess of Forests and Virginity.

Next, Elin:  anagrams Nile, (red) Line; and Lien, a legal document securing property against debt.  Lien invokes Dea-ley or Goddess-law, the “Rules Book” on the podium of the descending Sirian female on the First Degree Board.

In a rage of vengeance and spite, Elin Woods opened up the face of husband Tiger Woods with a deadly weapon, apparently sufficient to require at least stitches and dental repairs.  She then extorted millions of dollars in hush money from him, and left him grovelling and apologizing for her criminal behavior – violence that would have landed any male — including Tiger Woods — in a cage. 

Instead – as when Rubedo Madonna Mary Blige punched her hubby’s face in public — utter silence from the Medea, except to condemn Tiger for infidelity, and to admire Mary.

The Red Queen/Nigredo King coloring constantly intersects the blood-sacrificial Red Line ritual motif, as in the Love Field Oathtaking trinity of

1) KORE – Jackie (blood-spattered dress; note that, as when one addresses a girl, she’s often called solely by first name)

2) MATRON — Lady Bird (red-and-black-speckled Lady Bugs)

3) CRONE — Judge Sarah T. Hughes (polka dotted dress, color indeterminate) 

Recently as The Weirdwagon trundled past The Shack, E.S. Annie noticed:

The ladybug (or ladybird in the South) is featured on the front and back covers. In the book, the serial child killer is nicknamed “The Little Ladykiller.”  Now, that was awful because ladybugs have been very special to us. The children used to be frightened to high heaven of ladybugs. I loved them. To ease their fears, I told them that ladybugs were sent by the angels and if one landed on you, you got to make a wish to God that would come true.

 

Since, oh, around 1963 let’s say mebbe, it seems the Lady Bugs have re-arranged their spots, and N.O.W. they do bite!

AF’s quote from Finnegan’s Wake – the skirling of harsh Mother East old Fox Goodman – reminded us of Ozian witches and feminist columnists.  In addition, the imagephrase recalls articles herein charting the migration of the Spirit of Babylon from east to west, and from New York to Chicago . . . a trail that led to redblack ladybirds and ladybugs.

In fact, in keeping with khem, these are classified as beetles — scarabs.  BarackSkarab.

And kerplunk, as if Doctor Alice Krippen just clawed her way outta Little Sasha’s skin, it seems the common biteless Ladybug Witch of the North – the unempowered ladybug! —  Coccinellidae

 

. . . has an Evil Twin Sister from the East.

The deceptively named Harmonia axyridis is also called the Asian Lady Beetle, Japanese Lady Bug, and . . . get this one . . . Halloween Lady Beetle. 

Voracious predators, these darlings were probably introduced into the U.S.– like feminism itself — by the government, in this case the USDA, to control males aphids.  They usually drive out native Ladybird species, leave a nasty odor and stain when frightened or squashed, and oh btw did we mention, they fucking bite.

Oh, yes.  They.  Do.  Bite.

AF reminds that they gave Jackie (Kore) the red roses of blood/death on arrival, rather than the famous yellow roses of Texas.   Babalon had already decided who’d be the new Queen.  From the Great State.

 Claudia Alta Taylor Johnson, dancing over the funeral of the Nation’s husband.

Lady Bird Johnson

So now ya know, Jackie-O.

Maybe you even care!  Now, that’d be something different.

Newspaceman recently jumped into the Rubedo Sweepstakes with Scottish politician George Galloway paying homage to the New Royalty, lapdogging into the palm of Rula Lenska . . . RUler of the ka-lens.

 

The Lord uses the feminization of Ameica as Columbia to place the ‘body of Americans’ in the position of being a woman married to antichrist husbands, the Presidents.

The author of that quote attaches American Progress (1872) by John Gast.

Obvious correspondences to Zechariah’s wicked woman in the flying ephah, and to the W.W. of the West.  As the author comments, all natural elements under god — both animals and the natives — flee from her Manifest Destiny. 

Unknowing of this, our January 6 post discussed the suspcicious forest preserve/Desplains River plane crash in the Chicago suburb, noting:

“City of Destiny” is DesPlains’ official nickname, host to Our Lady of Destiny private school, recently re-named after the coniunctio merging of St. Stephen’s and St. Mary’s Catholic Schools.

 

Yikez.  Whoo whoo, Petticoat ConJunction!

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Ransacking the Daniel Plainview File:

200 Thousand Gallons Evaporated, Dispersed in Oil Spill

By JOHN McFARLAND, Associated Press Writer John Mcfarland– Mon Jan 25, 4:51 pm ET

DALLAS – The worst Texas oil spill in more than 15 years was contained Monday, and authorities credit a massive emergency response with averting an environmental disaster.

About 462,000 gallons of oil spilled when an 800-foot tanker headed for an Exxon Mobil Corp. refinery in Beaumont collided Saturday with a vessel pushing two barges. As of Monday, roughly 220,000 gallons of oil had evaporated, dispersed or been recovered, the U.S. Coast Guard said.

. . .

“We’ve learned a lot over the years how to do this right,” said Tom “Smitty” Smith of the activist group Public Citizen. “The downsides, of course, are the long-term impacts of the people who are exposed to the emissions.”

. . .

Major refineries have been in this small area of the Gulf Coast since 1901, shortly after the discovery in nearby Beaumont of Spindletop, which at the time was the world’s most productive oil field, said Joe Pratt, an oil industry historian at the University of Houston.

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Oil = blood, as There Will Be Blood filmified effectively.

Note the headline isn’t the fact of the spill, but how much “evaporated” or was “dispersed.”

. . . like . . . Chicago Tribune headline:  Meteor Crashes Into Hospital!  Meteor Okay!

:O)

Note also the twin barges — standard Egyptian motif — and the overall collision, as with the Red Line incidents in geophysical Egypt and the District of Columbia.

 The tanker was bound for Beaumont, Texas.  In southern slang, a “beau” means boyfriend.

And no, they don’t keep JFK’s bones at Beaumont.  It’s just one place they stash god’s blood, then re-sell it to us, like it was theirs to begin.  All so the Ladybird can gaily spin.

Next, note that Tom Smith is also the name of Qim Tunes’ author.

Texas Tom’s group, Public Citizen, has the spill dispersal at 222,000 gallons.  To be neurotypical about it.

;O)

[OK, little dynamo made that last part up.]

But l.d. did call Tom Smith by his nickname ”Smitty” on a newsgroup last week. 

And Cat didn’t make up Tuesday’s Dead.  Cats have good ears. Or, as the L.A. Masonic Temple’s guard sneered upon admitting Jack Fate to the Compound:

They must be scraping the bottom of the barrel.

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Addendum:  J.D. Salinger, reclusive author of the Demetrian Sacrificial Almanac, aka The Catcher in the Rye, died yesterday, after seeing one last Tuesday.

. . . Whole Lot a-Shakin’ Going On

Posted January 12, 2010 by ray
Categories: Uncategorized

Geof:  Life I’m in roqs greatness.
Brent:  You are sturing RT of kin. Your quotes.

 

 Scene of chaos and devastation in the densely-populated Port-au-Prince area of Haiti after a huge quake rocked the region.

 

 By Joseph Guyler Delva –  [January 12, 2009]

PORT-AU-PRINCE (Reuters) – A major earthquake hit impoverished Haiti on Tuesday, toppling buildings in the capital Port-au-Prince, burying residents in rubble and causing many deaths and injuries, witnesses in the city said.

The magnitude 7.0 quake [also reported at 7.3] , whose epicenter was inland and only 10 miles from Port-au-Prince, sent panic-stricken people screaming into the streets as a cloud of dust and smoke from falling buildings rose into the sky.

As darkness fell amid scenes of chaos and anguished cries from victims, residents desperately tried to dig out survivors or searched for missing relatives in debris-strewn streets.

The presidential palace was among buildings damaged, Haiti’s ambassador to Washington, Raymond Alcide Joseph, told CNN. “My country is facing a major catastrophe,” he said.  [brackets added]

. . . .

“All the roads currently are blocked,” Rogers said.

“People were screaming ‘Jesus, Jesus’ and running in all directions,” Delva said.

We Ain’t Fakin’

Posted January 10, 2010 by ray
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Natural Foods store

‘It was a monstrous one,’ a merchant says

 

A magnitude 6.5 earthquake rocked the Northern California city of Eureka on Saturday, snapping power lines, toppling chimneys, knocking down traffic signals, shattering windows and prompting the evacuation of at least one apartment building.

There were no reports of major injuries, but the temblor, which struck at 4:27 p.m. about 33 miles southwest of the coastal city of 26,000, was powerful enough to send people running into the streets, some fearing a tsunami.

33 miles from Eureka, aka EU-reeks-a.

Following the Solomon Island quakes, one of which was 6.5, our January 5 post “Firing Up the Repeaters” concluded:

Last outing we ended with Haggai and, trusting god isn’t offended and you aren’t bored, we repeat.

In a little while I will once more shake the heavens and the earth, the sea and the dry land.  I will shake all nations, and the desired of all nations will come, and I will fill this house with glory,’ says the LORD Almighty.  (Haggai 2)

 

During the 1989 Loma Prieta (low-ma pre-e.t.a.) Shaker, l.d. had just boarded a S. F. Civic Center bus and sat when, glancing left, all the flagpoles with their international flags commenced swaying like drunken sailors . . . like multicolored metronomes, rows of proud aerials in a shitstorm. 

Folks scrambled off the bus, but l.d. couldn’t take his eyes off those bowing flagpoles as they scribbled at the sky, bending halfway to the ground, then slowly arcing back.

Nations not broken, but certainly moved.

Geof:  Knows name gossimer.  Semi digs zoos most tortured story.  Turtle ruts hare!  Worst gist hos lost RN in great Lio rehearsal.   (Qim Tunes)

Wounded My Heart at Buried Hatchet

Posted January 6, 2010 by ray
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She’s gone where the goblins go
Below, below, below yo ho
Let’s open up and sing
and ring the bells out

Labrys, the Old Battle-Ax

On January 3, while tsunamis walloped TeT Pair and Rend Ova islands in the Solomons, influential and driven feminist Mary Daly, author of the male-despising book Beyond God the Father, now finds herself exactly where she wished.

Daly exited in MAssachuSETts, the U.S. entry-port of her beloved feminism.  True to her religion, her idea of “equality” included excluding males from her lectures while she maligned them within.

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Also on January 3, our ”Exilarch in Babylon” re-imagined Dealey/Daley Plazas as intensely ritualized Cerelean Killing Fields in context of agricultural matriarchies and their rendersome relationships to human males.  Another Daly death — a Mary no less – completes the triune-fem theme, third of three alternately spelled homophones.

But this time, it’s Mary who got the ax.

Two daze gone, and back at the Castle, in the new nigredic heartland of Demeter Dos:

Small Plane Crashes Near Suburban Chicago Airport

39 mins ago [Jan. 5, 2010]

WHEELING, Ill. – A small cargo jet crashed into a forest preserve Tuesday shortly after being cleared to land at a suburban Chicago airport, officials said, but there was no immediate word on the cause of the crash or the condition of the occupants.

The Learjet went down along the Des Plaines River about 1:30 p.m. after being cleared for visual approach to Chicago Executive Airport in Wheeling, about 15 miles northwest of Chicago, the Federal Aviation Administration said. A pilot and co-pilot were believed to be on board, but it was unclear if there were other passengers, FAA spokeswoman Elizabeth Cory said in a recorded phone message.

She said the plane crashed in Glenview, about one mile south of the airport. Firefighters and divers were responding to the scene.

Officials had no additional details, but photos posted on the Web site of WBBM-AM in Chicago showed crumpled chunks of the jet along the bank of the Des Plaines River, and a reporter said there were no signs of movement at the scene.

The FAA said the jet, made in 1977, was registered to the Waterford, Mich.-based Royal Air Freight, but did not immediately know where it had originated. A woman who answered the phone at the company declined to comment.

_____

In fact the plane crashed into the Desplaines River, as with the Hudson River disaster.  Our last blurt recalled John Denver’s takedown in the Pacific, with connections to Burt Rutan and the Flying M “ranch.”  Broadly, we linked Chicago/Illinois with BabHQ. 

The crash site’s river section is within a forest preserve, however – and the forest is the ancient preserve, or sanctuary, of The Goddess – in this case Artemis.  The sacrifice of the two male victims, again as with Zodiac, involved water.

Check the spooky nearness of Wolf, Camp McDonald, and Landwehr (wolf-weird of the land) streets.  Burning Bush ain’t too shabby either.  Ditto Euclid — prefix of goddess EUropa and Father of Geometry — the Dealey Dubble!!

Palatine takes the KreepyKake here, tho — a loaded ritual word that often crops up (oops!) around occult themes, with many resonances, including designation of a European (originally Roman) court officer.

Chicago suburb Desplains is philologically of the Plains, but semiotically also of planes.  Plains of grain evokes the Demtrian, the New Columbian, and as seen, planes also figure in “sustaining the fruited plains.”  What appear strictly terrestrial phenomena (the town, the river) occlude an aetheric or celestial core,  the authentic a priori meaning and dimension.

Therefore we discover unshockedly that much of the local region’s subterra is haunted by The Desplains Disturbance:

. . . an area in which the layers of sedimentary rock are highly abnormal. This probably represents an ancient meteor crater, 75 to 200 feet beneath the town. The bedrock was highly fractured by the impact, with large blocks of sediment upended. The crater was eventually filled by glacial activity, so that no trace now remains on the surface.

Golly. (Skritching head.)  No trace now remains on the surface.  Huh.

Satan fell like lightning.  Falling goddesses are fairly common also.  Acts 19 refers to the celestial, probably meteoric, etiology of the Temple of Artemis, the Virgin, sacrificial/fertility goddess (Artemis/Diana/Athena/Minerva etc.) at Selcuk:

 

The city clerk quieted the crowd and said, “Men of Ephesus, doesn’t all the world know that the city of Ephesus is the guardian of the temple of the great Artemis and of her image, which fell from heaven?”

 

Engraving of Ephesian Artemis.

Note general correspondence with co-sex-goddess Lady Gaga’s gown, image below.

And yes, newspaceman, those are lions hugging Artemis’ arms.  No wonder they figure in so much Continent Europa heradlry.  The body consists of her seven great Empires.  The abdomen was oft thought representing the mother goddess’ fruits or teats, but instead displays the castrated testicles of sacrificial “bulls” as trophies, in the same way Revelation 17 describes her ”drunk with the blood of saints.”  

In her halo, or psychic field, or zone of psychological/medea influence, winged creatures float, possibly horses as messengers . . . but they look kinda Flying Monkeyish to l.d.

The Capitol, like the ur  leopardskin pillbox hat, is her crown.  All The Capitols. 

The Black Stone that Islam worships (idolatrously) at the Kaaba is probably meteoric . . . the black heart of the Black Madonna whose avatars we’ve witnessed recently, in Oprah and Mom-in-Chief Michelle, in Rihanna and Beyonce and Mary Blige.

“City of Destiny” is DesPlains’ official nickname, host to Our Lady of Destiny private school, recently re-named after the coniunctio merging of St. Stephen’s and St. Mary’s Catholic Schools.

A.  Hem.  Won’t see those photos in the Yearbook!

So ”Our Lady” is now Destiny in the Illinois churches, eh?

She’s right there with Mary Daly, no doubt.  Beyond the Father.

As on Fantasy Island, the gnome shouts that de plane! de plane! is coming. 

Federal Aviation Spokeswoman Elizabeth Cory = Queen Lizard Kore, remindful of Liz Uno and John Dee, Spooks Inc. etc. . . but more modernly of our ubiquitous red-and-black Magick Checkerboard themes, e.g., the Queen acknowledging Lady Gaga’’s bow.

The Black Madonna in whiteface, receiving the Lady in Red.  Between, a two-toned black male smiles.  Very masked and anonymous . . . predictive of a NWO that is.

Soon after the GaGa Gala, another Scarlet Woman tramped across the world stage . . .  this one making her second lunge for (what she imagines) is Planetary Papa.

Well that’s what he gets for trying to be the Dilly Llama.

Mary Daly led millions into idolatry, self-worship, gleeful iniquity, and hatred of maleness.  Now two ovas are rent, one in the Solomons and one in MA.

The Munchkins aren’t dancing in the streets.  But they are peeping out their windows cautiously, on tiptoe, hoping.

A few of them, meeting in secret nightwaves outside the Munchkin Matrix, begin a soft loop:

Ding Dong!  So long!  Ding Dong!  So long!

Labrys, an Old Battle-Ax of the New Woman Order, is at last dead.  May my brothers and this earth one day receive their Sabbath, and heal of her.

Firing Up the Repeaters

Posted January 5, 2010 by ray
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This is Ground Control to Major Tom.

 

Strong Quakes Hit Solomon Islands

Sun Jan 3, 9:53 pm ET

 

CANBERRA (Reuters) – Two strong earthquakes damaged villages and triggered landslides in remote parts of the Solomon Islands on Monday, but there were no immediate reports of casualties, police said.

The magnitude 7.2 and 6.5 quakes struck close together around 9:48 p.m. EST and occurred around 55 miles south-southeast of the small South Pacific island of Gizo, the U.S. Geological Survey and Pacific Tsunami Warning Centres said.

“The reports say villages and houses have been damaged by landslides rather than tsunamis, but we do not have any confirmation of deaths or injuries,” a spokesman for the National Disaster Management Office told Reuters from Honiara.

The quakes occurred at depths of between 33 km (20.5 miles) and 36 km and Gizo police earlier said possible tsunami waves struck uninhabited Tetepare island, home to a nature reserve.

Landslides were triggered on Tetepare and nearby Rendova island, in Western Province, which was a World War Two Patrol Boat base used by former U.S. President John F. Kennedy, disaster office spokesman Brian Tom said.

Fitty-five klicks from Giza er Gizo.  Coming in from London from over the pole, 33 kilos deep.

Could we ever feel much finer?

Twin quakes, and landslides on TeT Pair island – where Captain Willard Captain Kennedy’s PBR docked.

Oh Oh trouble in nearby Rend Ova!

And don’t even think it . . . l.d. was seven thousand miles away.  At least.  Both hands in plane sight.

Solomon and JFK featured prominently in our preceding post of, hey wouldja lookit that, January 3.

(Actually posted late night Jan. 2.)

 Last outing we ended with Haggai and, trusting god isn’t offended and you aren’t bored, we repeat.

In a little while I will once more shake the heavens and the earth, the sea and the dry land.  I will shake all nations, and the desired of all nations will come, and I will fill this house with glory,’ says the LORD Almighty.  (Haggai 2)

Exilarch in Babylon

Posted January 3, 2010 by ray
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Jacob van Loo

 

Ray:  People don’t like you, Hancock.
Son from next room:  I do!

 

Tom:  How am I doing with my reading and understanding generally?  This influence through history.  1-10
Brent:  Stupid.  Fit morning with it.
Tom:  Meaning?
Brent:  Yes.   Genesis.

(Qim Tunes)

 

This is Ground Control to Major Tom

 

It is 1992 and three or four nonverbal otties sit around a picnic table outside a residential institution in So-Cal, pointing at symbols on a cardboard alphabet.   Well, generally pointing.  Pseudonymous “Brent,” quoted above, is the sentinel, hub, the most verbal and accessible of the silent, strange fraters.  

Hidden largely by brush, a dun buck nibbles spring shoots.  Tomorrow’s clouds at even will resemble roasted marshmallows thinks one of the residents, rocking slightly forth-and-back in a plain upright chair.  Somewhere behind him, down the hall, a female exasperates: “They don’t have Mountain Dew!”

The sun groans by, fingers pop the cardboard, and letter by letter the tortured sentences eke out, their solaric love measured and constant and a little distant.   How little depends on you.

The teleologic sea slurps.  Caseworker Tom chuckles and scribbles a note, shaking his head, half incredulous and half awed, like Daniel before the Chrysolite Man.

It’s another day of small things.  Mimimum wage all around.

A Pacific breeze ruffles the notes of Caseworker Tom, who pries remorselessly about autistic influence on history… uh could I get that in CliffNotes please?  On a 1-10 scale if not too inconvenient?

:O)

The answer is typically autistic and typically “Brent” — blunt, accurate, a little dismissive.  Then Brent alludes to a New Age that’s decidedly primal to the western religious tradition – not institutionalization or ritualization, but essences.  Source.  

 

In walks the village idiot
and his face is all aglow
he’s been up all night listening to
Mohammed’s Radio

Don’t it make you want to rock
and roll all night long?

(W. Zevon)

“Mohammed’s Radio” isn’t about Islamic politics, relgion, Osama bin Badboy, the War on Terror, or even Mohammed. 

The song is about a radio, tho.  ELF pickup, zero-babel broadcast tower.  With repeaters.

The new, ideosyncratically male consciousness about to sweep ERF has strong  ottie-orientation, as many deep-autistics express masculinity in extremis.  Unsurprisingly, their relationship with God the Father  reflects.

Built by Solomon, the first temple krunkled when The Kingster started solomizing every bipedal female in the hemisphere.  

 Solomon’s many “wives” got him going on magick and goddess-worship and so much other stupid shit, you would not believe.  So his  eyes and temple went plumb loco.

In 538 B.C. the first year of Persia under Cyrus the Great, Zerubabbel trudged outta Babylon the First followed by 40 thousand disgusted, disillusioned, and just plain dissed ‘israel’ lights.  So right away Z got busy inviting god back around, shlepped together a second temple which nobody much liked, conspicuously less goldy and grand than Solly’s effort.

But Temple Two’s line was true.  Jesus as proof.

The Temple’s entrepreneurs and administrators . . . different story.  Everybody told the king to shove it so in 70 A.D. the final, most profane aspect of the Temple kablooeyed.  

No point fussing over a Temple full of folks that don’t want god.   Mights well move to Joisey.

 

 Brent:  Kins turn.  Sullen belief organizes.

– Qim Tunes

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Sulley ‘n Mike

 

The hands of Zerubabbel have laid the foundation of this temple; his hands wall also complete it.  Then you will know that the LORD almighty has sent me to you.  For who despises the day of small things?

(Zech 4: 9-10)

As Rome wound down in the third century, with men fleeing marriage and the polity dominated by matrons, mass human sacrifice saw a sharp uptick in the New World across the next 1500 years.  The spirit of babylon, Empire-squatter, deserted Rome and migrated West.

Last post we ravaged Rubedo Woman with AF, and on Christmas Day in St. Peter’s Basilica, a woman wearing a red-hooded sweatshirt leaped a barrier and knocked down Pope Benedict

At Midnight Mass last year, same woman, same crimson garb, made a prior dash for the popester. 

Why, even here in our humble retreat from All That, we complained twice about El Popo’s Good Friday sermon in which he castigated mankind — twice — for oppressing women.

Now the pope not only knows the license number of that Mysterious fire truck, it’s imprinted on his chest!

Ow. Ch.

Sure, she’s sick, pontiff.  On that we agree.

But is she oppressed?  :O)

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A VINEYARD

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 OF RED WINE

 

Is the head attached?  YOU make the call. 

The RedShe is everywhere now, in vineyard gowns.  Why! here comes Mary J. Blige! . . .  it’s like America has some vast crater or trench that endlessly disgorges these insufferable divaskanks . . . .

Mary recently celebrated the opening of her NY Domestic Violence Shelter (for females only!) by punching her husband out at local club M2.

Nothing like a tall frosty mug of Dissonance to jolly-in the New Fear!

  Here’s Mensactivism with more. 

Post image for Anti-Domestic Violence Activist, Singer Mary J. Blige, Assaults Husband at Club

photo via The Spearhead

 

  ’When did the position of 1st lady begin to assume stature greater than that of the President? The text inquired. In other words, when did our society become matriarchal, Ian Duncan said to himself. Around about 1990. I knew the answer to that.

 

Our “ID SERPENT” and AF’s “Parse the Torch” appeared simultaneously, including Rubedo Woman photos/descriptions and Red Line/Carpet ritual sacrifice motifs, plus graphics of Obama’s signature, which compares (un)favorably with that of Zodiac.

AF snoops out the droiding of Sim-bama, and includes this consciousness-free Absence Note:

The necromantic and Demetrian/Kore undertones are overt in this apparently authentic note.  Here, Obama/Zodiac is the plutonic, hadean abductor of Kore, asking the Dreaming Nation to “excuse the absence” of the sacrificed Kennedys.

AF sets up the occult significance with passages from King-Kill 33 connecting the “mystical onomatology” of the Kennedy, Coffin, and Shriver families.  The note materializes or makes manifest socio-political facets of the Babalon Working of Jack Parsons, L. Ron Hubbard, and others — including Marjorie Cameron, the Scarlet Woman of Parsons.

Thus, in her A Woman’s Nation addresses, Maria Shriver steals the inclusive torch offered by ditched non-player J.F.K. and awards it to, uh, well herself.  Not to humanity, even.  To Team Woman.

Well hoo-ray, eh?

Most of the Babalon Working, including Parson’s preparations, went down in the Mojave Desert, where earlier this month Goddess Global Elders financier and Virgin Galactic Gynophile Richard Branson unveiled (hee hee) SpaceShip Two, its astral suborbital “tourist trawler.”

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In September of 2007 Todd at Through the Looking Glass played pin-the-tail-on-the-dragon with a post series with strong NWO/Ceres/Galactic Virgin themes — revolving around the disappearance of aviator Steve Fossett from a Nevada desert not far from the Babalon/Mojave Working site.

Branson, Barron Hilton, and Branson let’s–commercialize-the-universe engineering partner in SpacePort America, Burt Rutan, are all onnected to Fossett’s disappearance, under circumstances saturated with blood-rite significance.  

We’ve discussed Branson’s virgin-goddess fixations before, including very public financing of the Madeleine McCann ”search.”  Above, Todd nabs him with That Woman In Red Again– this time, one Jessica McCann from Washington, District of Youknowwho.

Branson’s Virgin Records first hit was “Tubular Bells,” theme song for The Exorcist, whose central character was an adolescent virgin girl “possessed” by evil.

Shake your Moneymaker indeed!

In these modern-day Eleusinian Mysteries, these New Demetrian Rights, Kore will always appear in tandem with Ms. Ceres-US — now as Miley Cyrus and then as Linda Blair, or most archetypically as JonBenet Ramsey or Maddy McCann.

Rutan’s ultra-secret test site is, of course, in the Mojave.  Burt Rutan = Natur Trub . . . so Nature Trouble or Trouble for Nature.  Last post ”a blood-orange blob the size of a small refrigerator emerged from the dark waters” off Japan.  Said startled fisherman:

This jellyfish was like an alien.

MED-U.S.A. screwloose in the galaxoose, as Todd at TTLG confimrs that the Dr. Who series contains Rutans – shapeshifting, jellyfish-like beings with group consciousness.

Disappearing aviators, fatal crashes at Nevada Air Races, death of three engineers at Rutan’s Mojave SpacePort America site.  Etc.

Burt Rutan designed the experimental “kit” plane whose technical flaw brought Roswell-born John Denver into highspeed sideways contact with the Pacific Ocean  on October 12, 1997.  Military brat, puer aeternus, troub, full of charisma and life.

Perfect Wicker Man.  HiNRG Gatorfood. 

Or, in this case, concussion and dismemberment by seagulls.

Apparently the Juice ended up in the same gullet!

The final day of the neo-sacrificial Burning Man Festival in Nevada’s Black Rock Desert, near the Masonic Range of mountains, coincided with Steve Fossett’s last Departure, about 150 miles southeast . . . from Barron Hilton’s Flying M ranch. 

Human sacrifice, sorcery, virgin goddesses, pagan rites, druidic-vegetal skullskankery, Global Elder fems, Branson, Barron Hilton, Jellyfish Rutans  . . .  we gotta agree with Through the Looking Glass – these are none other than the Flying Monkeys of Oz, who jet throughout the land, sprinkling blood on the fields and waters of the Western Witch they serve.

All very removed and cinematic, except John Denver and Steve Fossett are actually dead.

Didn’t know Steve, but John “enjoined the Goddess” bit too much for his own good.   Ended up on her table, ’stead of at it.

TTLF ties Phuket, Thailand to these Astorethic rites, as when 90 died in a September 16, 2007, plane crash there.  Again, September, month of the Virgin and grain/harvest cereal-moanies.

To inaugurate the Demetrian Month, on September 1 of 2009, the Secretary of State of the Goddess’ very own nation arrived in Phuket to tell sex-tourism depot Thailand, well, what to do.   (Fuck it.)

Speaking of flying worms, as we church-chat in “A Flying Scroll for Shinar,” here’s LBJ sworn-in on Air Force One, over Love Field in Pallas Dallas, triangulated by the Goddess.   (Yep there’s only one.  Ain’t that enuf?)

AF’s comments:

The Matriarchy showed its triple-face, LBJ triangulated by 3 powerful women.

 
Jackie’s pink suit was spattered with blood and she supposedly carried part of JFKs skull in her hand for some 5 hours. Doubtless energy residues from the freshly sacrificed’s blood lent a deal of power to this death and resurrection doowop.

 
We have co-equal-partner LADY BIRD Johnson, who was born in Karnack in Texas, named after Karnak in Egypt which was named after neolithic Carnac in France. The French priest that named Karnak after Carnac doubtless realised a connexion.
 

The Ladybird [insect] is named after ‘Their Lady’ – Mary, Madonna, Mother of God and/ or Christ, missnamed by the Church so the masses could bow regularly to his idolatrous falseimage.
 

Many concur that MaryMOG = a remarketed ISIS thus giving Mrs Johnson something of the Goddess role. Her husband as the new president = Osiris resurrected and LadyBird = Wife and Sister [ they're male and female LBJs] , as in the myth. To add a little extra detail JackiKennedy represents the widow of JFK/ Osiris slain, thus both represent Isis in her familial forms.
 

As Judge and swearer-in of LittleBoy , Sarah T. Hughes reps Isis in her form as she who speaks ‘Words of Power’ – Isis in her professional role.
Fantastic interps! 

In the candid photo above from 1963, we see the true Investiture of the long-planned and long-anticipated Matriarchy — the Goddess at last come not merely spiritually, nor even psychologically, but socio-politically into her inheritance as Babylon the Great, the western re-incarnation of the eastern original.

Neither JFK nor RFK were masonic insiders, like all the Simulacra YearKings, the ID SERPENT Made presidents that followed.

LBJ was Johannite-Son, Madonna’s Child, the Resurrected Master who takes his oath from the Triple Goddess, to serve the Triple Goddess, sworn before bloodstained vestements upon the Triple Goddess.

Viewing the photo thru practical magick, Ma-Son John-Son is a demon constrained within the elemental triangle.  In “South Loop Wine & Spirits” we discuss the triangular island set amidst the upper King’s Highway in New Bedford, MA — probably the “birthplace” of American feminism.  (See top register, below.)

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Here’s a close-up of the basilisk-demon “constrained” within the triangle.

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The power of the demon — LBJ as Setian Masculine in war-machine, corporate, godless America — is trapped and utilized by the dominant child/mother/crone feminine energy of Babalon, settling onto her throne.

Lady Bird Johnson

Claudia Alta Taylor Johnson, Lady Bird in Yellow

Returning to the photo of the triune-feminine, Jackie = Kore, with her virginal blood, obtained via ritual sacrifice, still spattering her light coat.

Lady Bird is Demeter, Karnack-born, mater aspect of the goddess.   Ma-donna, Ma-ry, new Mother of America.  As AF points out, she is MOG, Mother of God.  (Implying that God has a “mother” that preceded Him in time and space, thus — like LBJ and all ma-sons — making God subservient to her.)

Finally, acting as usually invisible Crone, the triad is completed by the swearer-in of Osiris John Son, Federal Judge Sarah T. Hughes.  The U.S. Chief Justice administers presidential oaths, but under those unusual and “mysterious” circumstances, the Constitution was waived.

AF remarks that Hughes fulfills Isis’ professional aspect as Ringmistress and Speaker of the Words of Power.

That insight is bolstered by this quote from Wikipedia:

I reached her at home and said, ‘They need you to swear in the vice president at Love Field.  Please get out there.’  She said, ‘Is there an oath?’  I said, ‘Yes, but we haven’t found it yet.’  She said, ‘Don’t worry about it; I’ll make one up.’ She was very resourceful, you know. By the time she got to the airplane, someone had already called it into the plane.

Indeed.  Very resorceful.

Pop Quiz!  Quick!  Answer this!  Why the green face on the WW of the W?

… because she is a vegetal entity, operating at the close of the Agricultural Age . . .  the goddess/feminine collective as Demeter, Isis . . . as Sirian Ceres whose blood-sacrificial sexmagick-harvest-rites dominate post-Ice Age humanity.   Still.

In the Investiture Rite of Entered Mason Lyndon Johnson, Sarah Hughes (hews) manifests the extraterrestrial or cosmic aspect of the Goddess — Isis, Nut, etc.  Hughes’ dress is ornamented like her celestial body, polka-dotted with stars and planets – mottles on the Ladybug’s wings.

Blooddrops on Persephone’s pretty dress.

It’s 1963, and the titular Supreme Court Justice is in Washington.  But in reality Sarah T. Hughes is the New Judge . . . of America, and of the world.  Downard and AF are both right: Real America’s future was hidden in the secret  ”language” of the assassination and the swearing-in. 

Clouds of Mystery pourin’

 Confusion on the ground

Sure as Sirius is binary and sororal, the core of the JFKingkill bloodrite – Dealey Plaza in Pallas Dallas – twins Richard J. Daley Center in Babylon II, Chicago, State of Ill Noise.  New reloco-tive choice for the Gitmo Detainees.

Dallas Dealey has been well-covered, site of the city’s first Masonic Temple, triple unworthies, trinity river, and triple underpass of no return.  Bonus Triple Goddess followup swear-in.

But the action NOW is in Chicago, where the Women’s Temperance League saw to the vast expansion of organized crime in America. 

Mobtown, whence arose our Mom-in-Chief . . .  and Daley Center has its own Daley Plaza.  Special functions welcome.

  America is not a young land.  It is old and dirty and evil.  Before the settlers, before the indians.  The evil is there, waiting.

– Bill Lee to Jack Kerouac in David Cronenberg’s “Naked Lunch”

Meet the New Daley, Just Like the Old Dealey

With NY double-measured and in no mood for more, NWO operations long ago relocated to the Second City, the Babylonian Backup, from which one day would arise Semiramis herself, all black and madonna-y, wife of artificer Nimrod and Spirit of Babylon.

From the Dealey Plaza of Bush/Johnson/Daniel Plainview in Texas, central ops shift to Chicago’s Daley Plaza.

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Babby’s latest dorkling just collected his Mo’ Bel Please Prize in Oz Low, Norway, preceded by A Spiral Showcase (see 1st degree supra, yes mrs. o’leary you are queen for a day) — the linked Secret Sun piece relates the “Catherine Wheel” to Egyptian cosmological rites, with Ca-ther-ine as Ha-thor . . . gee who’da guessed.

Sho nuff, a week later on December 17, it’s Hail! Atlantis! as Her Goddessness Egypt dredges Queenie from ‘neath Club Med, a nine-ton red granite pylon (think rubedo gateway) once standing on the palace grounds of Cleopatra, before the Temple of Isis.

The temple dedicated to Isis, a pharaonic goddess of fertility and magic, is at least 2,050 years old, but archaeologists believe it’s likely much older. The pylon was cut from a single slab of red granite quarried in Aswan, some 700 miles to the south, officials said.  [emphasis added]

ikipedia on Zerubbabel:

He was determined to be among the wisest of men in Persia, following a dissertation on women and truth, which he presented before Cyrus. He was given sanction to rebuild the Temple and return the sacred Temple vessels that Darius had preserved after the conquest of Babylon.

 

Musta been a awful short dissertation!  ;O)

Recall — Cyrus took the Persian Throne in 538 B.C., and God’s Temple via Z began in 537.

The very next year — so a Third Day of sorts – a momentous eschatologic event is recorded by Daniel, a learned  Hebrew influential at Babylon’s courts . . . thence snatched-up greedily by Cyrus after the Persian Conquest. 

Daniel 10 gossimers us off to Cyrus’ court.  (No, not Miley Cyrus!  That’s our Babylon.)

While Zerubbabel strides off the Zones of New Jerusalem, like Charles Bronson in the Sonoran of Once Upon a Time in the West, Daniel wobbles on the banks of the Tigris confronting — rather gulpily  — a Chrysolite Man.  Even though the folks with Daniel didn’t actually see Mr. Chrysolite, like pore Dan, they flee just on G.P.   So that tells ya.

Chrysolite says it took three weeks to reach Daniel, due to interference from the Prince of Persia — the ”spiritual entity” overshadowing the latest empire, rising Persia.

As Zerubbabel stomps around in the dust, hoping for God where currently es nada,  Chrysolite lays out his Endtime Prophecy for Daniel, who by this time was wishing he’d just gone ahead and worshipped a damned calf.

Chapter 12, The End Times, closes Daniel’s book concordant with Revelation, Isaiah, Zechariah and Malachi.

The Chrysolite Comm concludes with assurance to Daniel of resurrection and inheritance.

So . . . not so bad, all in all, figgers Daniel.  Yes, resurrecting means I’m gong to be dead.

However do not spring Chrysolite on me again.  Please.  Trying to rest here.  A little warning huh guys? 

It played like a scene from a holiday movie – a mystery couple, who didn’t leave their names or numbers, walked into a restaurant, finished their meal and then set-off a chain reaction of generosity that lasted for hours.

 

Good night now it’s time to go home.  And he makes it fast with one more thing.

See, I have placed before you an open door that no one can shut. I know that you have little strength, yet you have kept my word and have not denied my name. I will make those who are of the synagogue of Satan, who claim to be Jews though they are not, but are liars—I will make them come and fall down at your feet and acknowledge that I have loved you.  (Rev. 3)

For Christmas this year, l.d. got a bejewelled string of intelligible words from a nonverbal autistic boy, including “I love you.”

It’s humbling and awesome.  Whose God is like mine, that lets the silent child speak?

Oh people, this water is good, real good.  It will restore you.  The true mountain dew.

‘In a little while I will once more shake the heavens and the earth, the sea and the dry land.  I will shake all nations, and the desired of all nations will come, and I will fill this house with glory,’ says the LORD Almighty.  (Haggai 2)

 

Before there was a Temple — the physical signet of a spiritual condition amongst humanity that God would want to indwell — there was a sanctuary, before that a simple tent, and before that the idea that things’d go better around hell here if we invited god over once in awhile.  You know.  Make him right at home.

ID SERPENT

Posted December 11, 2009 by ray
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We will bury you!

Nikita Khrushchev (deceased 9/11/71)

 

Just when you think he’s finally dead, you know? 

Then Boom Boom out go the lights . . .

Take it from Gorby.  A dragon’s better dead than red.

Mount Tamalpais – the “Sleeping Princess”

Rubedo Woman

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Come on baby take a chance with us and
meet me at the back of the blue bus
doin’ a blue rock on a blue bus

 (“The End”)

Barack Zodiac

Sights on the sun and fresh off his Michaelmas Celebration, on 11/11 of 2009, Joe (“Doin’ Her”) Biden and his gynogang partied triumphant as Der Homeland observed the fifteenth-year anniversary of  the Violence Against Women Act.

The Vice-President’s ticket-to-ride.  His “special baby.”

Mean While on the other side of the moon nation, dopple date, the VP’s personal motorcade offed a demetrian victim man on a Parkway in the Goddess’ District.

And they say there’s no dog!

Coming in from London from over the pole

Coming into Los Angeles
bringing in a couple of keys

Hip Woman walking on a moving floor
trippin’ on the escalator

 

Vice President Biden’s motorcade was involved in an fatal crash early Wednesday that left one man dead. Biden was not in the armored SUV or limousine that killed the pedestrian on a D.C.-area parkway. Two Secret Service employees were driving the vehicles, which had just been flown back to area from Fort Lewis, Wash., after taking the vice president to a Veterans Day event there. 

The crash happened at 2:27 a.m. on Wednesday in Temple Hills, Md., according to the U.S. Park Police. Secret Service spokesman Malcolm Wiley confirmed to Fox News that the employees driving the vehicles remained on the scene and administered first aid to the man who was hit. 

The victim name wasn’t immediately released. The Park Police is investigating the accident but details are still unclear.

 

Unclear details?  Durn.

‘Praps we kin wipe those windows for you, ma’am?  What with the bugs and all.

You can trust your car to the man who wears the star.

And your bus to us. 

Like railroads, parks figure often in ritual murder, including Lake Berryessa Recreation Area (State Park), Mt. Tamalpais State Park, Presidio Park, and Blue Rock Springs Park in Vallejo . . . all sites where Columbia’s boaring satellite, Zodiac, indulged his cereal-moanial compulsions.

The armored vehicle that slew the anonymous male pedestrian had just returned from delivering VAWA Joe to a Veteran’s Day ceremony in Fort Lewis, Washington . . . wars in which the mass-sacrifice of American males — boys, usually –were required for construction and consolidation of our Woman’s Nation.

Mondo Mason Gen’ral George, of course, was a principal human figure behind the design and building of Goddess Columbia’s District, the city that twins Washington State.  The son of a Freemason is called a Lewis, denoting strength.  Thus, semiotically, while the Secret Servicemen were clobbering some poor schmuck in Temple Hills, no less, VAWA Joe was honoring death at a Freemasonic Fortress – the Fort of Lewis — that infers ”freemasonic sonship” and “power” . . . that is, the masonic future, an antichristic future, some stupid occult cryptocracy fronted by “democratic nations,” but running off the same old human-sacrificial, Demetrian energies.

The Secret Service employee who reported the accident to Fox News was Malcolm Wiley.  Mal = evil + Wiley, meaining cunning – so, fox informing fox.  Wi’i is also a word for power amongst some Southern California indigenous language groups.  Thus, “law of power.” 

In sum the name, particularly in these occult/necromantic contexts,  means “evil or cunning law of power.”  Very Babalon-workish, very do as thou wiltish.

[Not to suggest, btw, that the secret-service boys consciously committed anything.  Very low likelihood.  These things must be done delicately.]

Where did the hit take place?  In the goddess’ backyard of Maryland, in Templar Temple Hills. 

Tidy.  Tres tidy.

As documented over the past couple years, the New Atlantean\ New Woman Order re-arising takes various  prophetic and theriomorphic dimensions, including the 600-foot jellyfish crop circle discovered in Coombes, Oxfordshire last summer.   

More recently. . .

A blood-orange blob the size of a small refrigerator emerged from the dark waters, its venomous tentacles trapped in a fishing net. Within minutes, hundreds more were being hauled up, a pulsating mass crowding out the catch of mackerel and sea bass. . . .

“No one knew their life cycle, where they came from, where they reproduced,” said Uye, 59. “This jellyfish was like an alien.”

Two nets in Echizen burst last month during a typhoon because of the sheer weight of the jellyfish, and off the east coast jelly-filled nets capsized a 10-ton trawler as its crew tried to pull them up. The three fishermen were rescued.

“We have been getting rid of jellyfish. But no matter how hard we try, the jellyfish keep coming and coming,” said Fumio Oma, whose crew is out of work after their net broke under the weight of thousands of jellyfish. “We need the government’s help to get rid of the jellyfish.”

 

Fumio . . . you mean they’re not the same?!

MedUSA spreading, stinging, replicating, killing, choking out all other life. 

Seeing it all rushing at him, no wonder Jimbo jumped the Big Blue Bus and ran screaming into the Black.  The truth can’t be born.

Sweet kid.  Kind.  But what he learned broke him inside, like a caananite sacrifice crossing the streets of Temple Hills, Mary Land.

[Oct. 25, 2009]  CAIRO – An errant water buffalo caused two Egyptian passenger trains to collide at high speed south of Cairo, killing 18 people and wounding 39, the Health Ministry announced Sunday in a revised toll.

The first passenger train stopped after hitting the buffalo, which had wandered onto the track late Saturday, and was then rear ended by a second train going at full speed.

Water buffalo are common farm animals in Egypt’s rural areas.

A Health Ministry statement corrected the earlier toll given Saturday in official media and police reports that 25 were killed and 55 injured.

An eyewitness told APTN that the first train hit the buffalo and its owner in Girzah district of 6th of October province.

The Health Ministry statement said the injured were rushed to four medical centers and they are in stable condition.

The official MENA news agency said Prosecutor General Abdel-Maguid Mahmoud ordered the formation of a technical committee to determine the reasons behind the accident.

The train that caused the collision was headed from Cairo to the southern city of Assuit, while the one ahead of it was traveling from Giza province to the oasis town of Fayoum, MENA said.

Egypt has a poor safety record on its railways, and there are several fatal accidents each year, usually blamed on poorly maintained equipment.

The country’s worst railway disaster took place in February 2002 when a train heading to southern Egypt caught fire, killing 363 people.

More recently, a passenger train barreling toward a station collided with a second train in August 2006, killing 58 people. The train belonged to the country’s oldest and most dilapidated third-class train service.

The crash stirred a wave of outrage among Egyptians over the poor state of transportation infrastructure. The transportation minister, Mohammed Mansour, acknowledged after the accident that the rail system was in need of a major overhaul and was severely underfunded.

The incident prompted the government to approve an immediate allocation of $860 million to develop the rail infrastructure, plus another $600 million in loans to the sector later in that year.

 

District of Columbia subway system — MEDUSA

The passenger-train collision in Old Egypt twins the head-on smashup last summer in New Egypt, on the liminate between Mary-Land and the District of Goddess Columbia.  (See All Along the Red Line.)  Note also the direct correspondence between the Eqyptian news-agency, MENA, and the American Mena, the little Arkansas town so central to covert-ops during Bill Clinton’s service to the White Queen. 

As declaimed in De Queen of De Sowf, on Maundy Thursday earlier this year, a tornado descended on Mena, killing three and seriously damaging 100 homes.

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Below, check how Obie’s “dark side” emerges just as he spies the Coach store.  He raises his glass in gratitude to his constituency, his power-source.  Probly drinking whatever the Rubedo Woman mixed in her bowl.

What does Coach sell?  Six-hundred-dollar purses.  Luxury items for rich women.

we got the money

Oh, the ID SERPENT thing?

Anagrams president.  Ain’t life slick? 

Now you know why planets are round.

We hear that hell is beautiful this time of millennium.

Next rumble, god allowing:  on eve of Obie’s visit, loinger demnacada in the skies over that subterrain quaintly called “The Netherlands.” 

And perhaps – if you’ve been good this year– happy photos of our President’s richly deserved New Baal Pees Prize.

Plus Cat’s Back, Virgin hucksters the astral, and Babalon II goes Chicago.    

Until then, hold on to the shore.  Or.

Life in De Nial

Posted November 10, 2009 by ray
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By WILLIAM McCALL, Associated Press Writer — 36 mins ago

TUALATIN, Ore. – A man opened fire with a rifle Tuesday at a drug-testing laboratory in suburban Portland, killing one woman and wounding two other people before fatally shooting himself, police said.

 

 

By DENA POTTER, Associated Press Writer — 34 mins ago

RICHMOND, Va. – Virginia’s governor refused to spare the life of John Allen Muhammad and cleared the way for his execution Tuesday night for the sniper attacks in 2002 that left 10 dead and spread such fear people were afraid to go shopping, cut grass or pump gas.

Fragile X Syndrome: Gone from Sorrow (addended)

Posted November 4, 2009 by ray
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Satan has Texas

– Daniel Johnston

illustration: The Spearhead

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In concluding The Shriver Report: A Woman’s Nation Changes Everything, neogoddess Maria Shriver commands:

 

As we move into this phase we’re calling a woman’s nation, women can turn their pivotal role as wage-earners, as consumers, as bosses, as opinion-shapers, as co-equal partners in whatever we do into a potent force for change. Emergent economic power gives women a new seat at the table—at the head of the table.

 

Well, that is a long way, isn’t it baby?  All the way from Equality and Let’s All Love Each Other to A Woman’s Nation!

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Which one are you again, hon?  Old Dan (Thirty Pieces) Brown says first from the left of whoever that dood in the middle is.

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Ms. Terminator ends:

Back in 1960, President Kennedy talked about the torch being passed to “a new generation.” Well, five decades later, the torch is being passed . . . to a new gender. There’s no doubt in my mind that we women will lift that torch. We will carry it. And we will light a new way forward.

 

Ah yes.  The rye-caught king you slaughtered to inaugurate your New Girl Order, the corn cut down to provision your Demetrian Matriarchy.   

And the whole Torch Thing?  Classic!  Really captures that progressive Neolithic vibe.

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Isis/Ishtar/Libertas with Torch of Illumination

Instead of a creche this Christmas, how about a Wicker Man display on the Sacramento Capitol Lawn, Madam Shriver?  To celebrate your great goddess Victory, and her harvest of the nation’s sons?

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(See here for Shriver occult connections.) 

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There’s no place like Homeland

 

Blathering about security, oppressed gays, and “careless spending,”  last week Pharaoh Obie snuck his odiferous “hate-crimes” legislation into a “must-pass” defense bill, ensuring  enactment without political opposition of ”laws” that will make every (non-elite) American male a pre-perpetrator of sin most mortal, Offending Woman.

The male congresscum allowed this won’t be subjected to their own hate- legislation.  That’s only for non-wealthy, non-connected boys and men.  Like any self-respecting predator, the Gynogulag targets those least able to defend themselves.

Hegel’s Dialectic, solve and conquer, rides like a was in the Washington Wizardboy’s hand.

Mass Ma-nips, that’s the face o this place . . .  the races, yes . . . but most potently, the genders.  Medieval alchemy, descended from gnosticism, druidry, kabbalah, and back to Babylon and Khem, is replete with manipulation of the opposites, the theoretical foundation and ontological building blocks of practical magick.  Human male and female, essence of universal polarity, the beaker-bound alkhemikhal King and Queen merged and divided, folded and spindled, divided and coagulated,  their retort extruding by-products and get of conuinctio.

Hate-crime statutes nestled within a defense bill, sphere within sphere o fasthanded puppeteer, Earth’s devourers operating alien greylike on mass psychosocial scales, molding the Dreaming Mind, fostering and funding a movement here . . . setting a hit . . . tweaking legislation there. 

Pharoah’s pet measure attempts to head-off the inceptive men’s rights/anti-feminist movement which, although tiny, disorganized, ignored, and impoverished, constitutes the only opposition, secular or religious, to our glorious and beloved New Woman Order.

Nice going, Amerika.  Knew you had it in you!

Clearly a waterboard woops whippingshed erp watershed day for serpent subtlety and ms-direction.  Long-time masochists devotees of this blog recall last year’s Christmas-eve post, This Shouldn’t Be, documenting the  state-sponsored torture of boys at the Marianna School for Boys in Florida.

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One thirteen-year-old inmate resident, Robert Straley, recalls his initial visit to the infamous White House torture-shack:

 

The first four or five blows were so hard I was merely stunned and amazed at how far down in the bed the force of the blows had sent me. Then it started to get bad, really bad, some of the blows were landing just at the top of my legs and some just at the bottom of my back. It felt like my skin was ripping, being peeled off. I rolled over and started to get up thinking it would be better to fight these men, anything would be better than this, maybe they’d just knock me out. No such luck. The tall man grabbed me by the neck and slammed me down on the bed, his knee on my back. I started screaming, begging, shouting to God to help me, but the beating continued. Each lash felt as if it were tearing off my flesh and with each lash the pain just got worse.

Likewise recently, the southermost tentacle of the gulag, Florida,  “found no evidence” that Marianna’s victims were killed by abusive staff members, as former residents claimed.

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Tom: If there were no autistics in the world, would there be any differences.
Brent:  Yes.
Tom:  What?
Brent  Its mass lirch’s on us.  Lake’s meek will gets it’s gas from us.  More like getting rain in summer.
 

“Qim Tunes”

 

 

 

Brent: Try learning it from the unloved salt of the earth that we are.  Mercy was never lent more lovingly.

– Qim Tunes

When in distress, nonverbal autistic kids emit a unique wail, heartpiercing and wordless.  Shreds the soul.

Century after century, countless beautiful and brilliant Lesser Beings, amongst them the species’ best and brightest, stowed away in prisons and institutions, in basements and cellars of ashamed relatives, terrified and alone, discarded by families, mocked and ignored and beaten . . . lacking even the comfort of speech.  Discarded in urine-stink rooms, dismissed as worse than useless, abandoned on cots, blank-eyed as the years inch past.

 

Last night I was cool at the poolhall
I held the table for eleven games
nothin’ was easier than the first seven
I beat a woman with varicose veins

She stopped to see herself in the mirror
fix her hair and hide her veins
but she lost the game

 

The Beatles Fab Four Taxi Tour: The fab four taxi tour is the best!

 

Next day I went to the dentist
he pulled some teeth and I lost some blood
We’d like to thank you for the cards you sent us
My wife and I were all choked up

 ”Sedan Delivery”

Tragically, our Sincere Plea to Bush Uno and Dos to re-take the wheel of womanplanet  remains, even to this moment,  unanswered. 

We are walking slow.  Sigh.  They’s probly shooting manacled sheep on The Ranch.  

Now, you boys say hi to Mary Ann.  ;O)

On September 29, formerly Michaelmas, the GynoGulag’s Goons gathered at VAWA Joe Biden’s posh digs in the Distrito de la Goddess to celebrate the matriarchy’s apotheotic trajectory and the 15th anniversary of VAWA, the Violence Against Women Act . . . to gloat in their annihilation of masculinity and fatherhood, and to stategize further patho-gendas.

The prior month, A-Mary-Ka encountered a rare (if minor) setback, as The Pantsuited One endured another diplomatic drubbing by those backward, primitive, patriarchal North Koreans.   Ran her ’round like a dirt-track bitch-hound.

Last outing, NK dismissed her as appearing “sometimes like a primary schoolgirl and sometimes like a pensioner going shopping.”

YeeOwch.  That rustic eastern humor do bite.  

Still seething at the misogyny of that plus the broken elbow, our Secretary of Hate jetted off to Save Africa, the West being well in-hand.  Promptly she pounced on a naive, unsuspecting Congolese boy, some luckless lightning-rod who forgot to bow  addressing Herr Herness.

 

Clinton snapped at the university student in Kinshasa on Monday when he asked what her husband, former President Bill Clinton, and Congo native and former NBA star Dikembe Mutombo thought about an international financial matter. Mutombo was appearing with her at the university.

“Wait. You want me to tell you what my husband thinks?” Clinton asked in response. “My husband is not the secretary of state; I am. So you ask my opinion, I will tell you my opinion. I’m not going to be channeling my husband.”

 

Yeah we know who you’re channeling, pensioner. 

 

The French-speaking student later said he had meant to say President Barack Obama, according to U.S. officials traveling with Clinton. It was unclear whether that meant he misspoke or the translator erred.

 

Another affirmative action poster-girl.  Way to go US.  Hillie’s got all the ambassadorial qualifications of a sourcreamed potato.

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Whoa now.  No offense, jefe!

Nice cruelshoes!

Yep them brow-ridged, seaweed munchin’, raw fish gobblin’ Koreans worked ole Hill like a mule on meth.

Then NK chummily invited Hubby Bill on over for a “secret diplomatic mission.” 

Uhhh . . . yeah.  Shhhh!  Real high-level diplostuf.  Couple Tsingtaos and a clambake YOU ain’t attending.  PsychoMissy.

The North Koreans, waving buh-bye as Beestie broomsticked ‘cross African skies, promptly turned over two captured U.S. journalists to Mr. Bill . . .  two children women sufficiently foolish and empowered to wander around the DMZ, on the (correct) assumption that Gynoland would bail their precious panties out.

. . . leaving North Koreans slightly off their rice, shaking noggins in pitied wonder at those inscrutable loco Americans, who insist that women be men, and men be gone. 

One thing the North Koreans don’t grok is willful self-destruction.

Utterly predictable . . . assuming it’s vato a vato.  Respectful caution of opponent,  across the polished wood deck of a dojo.  Mutual threat covered by a bit of display.

Anything else, like limping deer, invites predation.  

Hillie figgered she’d just bully NK into Compliance, as with American somethings men.

Bzzzzrrt! 

Long-belated Anti-Skank Award for August bestowed on Kim Jong Il.  You the man, uh, Il. 

Could we call you “Ron”?

No Fear of Flying for that Jong!

Bonus Oak Theif Cluster for matching Illinois abbrevo.

How cherished the Old Days in Frenly Fuckit feel now, eh Hill?

 

she came in through the bathroom window

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 protected by a silver spoon

 

And how’s that prettily-turned ankle?  :O)

 

Taming the shrew sole bent to our purpose

– Brent, Qim Tunes

 

While Auntie Empowered roamed the Dark Continent following Obie’s tribalstrut, the GGG ramped-up its “health agenda,” which just happens to feature mass excisions of male genitalia.

Gol-darnit.  As always, we are just tremendously shocked. 

Cheerily careening along the Yellow Trick Road, we note that South African males are currently being ”educated” that Circumcision Should Be the In Thing.

And who, he queried redundiously, is telling them It Should?

Why, the nurturing, caring, egalitee GlobalGynoGulag of course . . . and their own women. 

 

The opinions of female partners appeared to carry weight. “A friend of my wife’s brought his son here, so my wife told me, ‘Why didn’t you do this thing before?’” said Phineas Soko, 48. “Some nations do this thing, but us Zulus know nothing about this.” . . .

Soko gave in to pressure from his wife and friends. “I see some of the guys say you’re supposed to cut this thing [because] sometimes you catch diseases,” he told IRIN/PlusNews.

Taljaard said the centre offered men many sexual health benefits that were not readily available in the public health sector, and “It’s often the first time they’re offered these services.”

He sees no reason to delay rolling out a mass male circumcision programme – the risks are minimal, the cost low considering how many infections could be averted, and the demand plentiful.

The South African government may struggle to finance a national male circumcision programme, but in other countries international donors have been willing to fund a relatively inexpensive intervention that lasts a lifetime.

Rwanda:

Mass male-circumcision, a policy that was adopted by government last year, as a way of reducing the HIV/AIDS infection rate is at a snail-pace due to lack of capacity to carry it out countrywide, according to Dr. Richard Sezibera, the Minister of Health.

 

Whoa now Nellie!  Hows about we strap week-old girls into Circumstraints and snip-snip our way around their vaginas?  Under pretense of fighting AIDS?  Then ”harvest their tissue” to make face-cream for wealthy old men, so they can pretend they’re teenagers?  How would that go over?

Like 25 years in the Maximum ManCages with Bubba, is how.  Roll over Roman.    

Genital mutilation of girls is a major felony in the United States of Columbia.  Genital mutilation of boys is an industry. 

Donkey ears only hear the screams of the Korrect Gender.  Donkey jaws only speak the Korrect Truth.

To wit: Clinton Sees Evil in Sex Crimes in Eastern Congo.

With the Medea shilling for planet-wide circumcision, and fresh off her Korean smackdown triumph, Hillie stormed through a Congo littered with dead boys and men, “visibly moved” not by the massacred bodies, but by a nonevidential, assumed “epidemic of rape and sexual crimes.”

Hm.  This all sounds very familiar.  We’ve got that Epidemic here too, Congopersons!  In point of fact, three out of every two American females will have been raped in each of her lifetimes. 

In response to the Neverending Epidemic of Sexual Crimes in the Congo and Everywhere, the Hilderbeest sent $17 million in aid to  . . . well, we already know who.  (hint it ain’t the next dead guys.)

Gears a grindin’, the PMS (Propaganda Matrix Sisterhood) rushed in with Fresh Hysteria:

South Africa’s Health System Fails Women, Kids

The men being dead or conscripted, presumably The Congolese Patriarchy already “served” them.

Boy-king Obie’s Administration fits snugly into the schema of the serpent-o-philic mother-son cults of the ancient world.  Health for Mommy, Health for Baby.  Make Boom for Daddy.  

Yo B.O. – Opie from Mayberry had bigger, well, mayberries. 

We assumed from getgo that Fayrow got manchuriated early-on . . . not obviously and theatrickly, like military zomboid Raymond Shaw . . . but slow-cooked at Teleprompt Tech, initiated into the Demented Demetrian Mysteries not in the heat-rush of some midnight metro lodge, nor in a National Lab, but across decades at spooked- up shops like Orient Occidental College and Goddess Columbia University.

To say nothing of home schooling with “Asset Ann” Dunham!  (AKA MA.)

Verifying overt intelligence/masonic afilliations is moot.  Even if uncovered, so what?  Both Bushies were admitted Ma-son spooklings.  So was Scary Kerry.  Ho hum.  How my stocks look today?

This site’s  casual but highly suggestive content fills in a few gaps in Obie’s “education.”

Sample:

. . . [Ann Dunham]  had visited at least 13 countries in her lifetime, and had worked for companies that required travel to Pakistan. Her employers appear to have included the U.S. Agency for International Development, the Ford Foundation, Women’s World Bank, and the Asian Development Bank. Note that USAID and the Ford Foundation have (allegedly) been used as covers for CIA agents. . . .

 

Victims of this blog already are past grunt-level spookery. . . who tapped who at what lodge blah blah.  We include it for The Amazing Randi.  ;O)

While Bill saved two First Class Citizens and wifey saved Africa, prepping it like Nurse Ratched for its “little head” lobotomy, the GGG launched this trial balloon:

Public health officials are considering promoting circumcision for all baby boys born in the United States. Officials hope that taking this action will help slow down the spread of H.I.V. and AIDS.  [emphases added]

Looks plenty coherent when adding up the “eddicatin’” in various nations . . . Demeter aloft and trailing smoke, athame in one hand, lawbook in the other

Ah, here’s Her Herness now, approaching the DeaLey Plaza lectern, to mock god’s servants on feastdays and announce her candidacy.  Running unopposed.

 

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Nationwide circumcision.  Make that planetary, please.  It’s For The Children, doncha gnow.

The boy children.  Those Others.

The CDC cell of the GynoGulag is merely formalizing collective female Will.

Aleister would be so proud.

In another impossible synchronicity, the United Nations, that NWO mouthpiece, chose this moment to release its “report” trumpeting that:

 

Male circumcision is a cost-effective means to prevent the spread of HIV. . . .

 

See?  Not only ain’t it YOUR dick, ladies, it’s Cost Effective

Case closed.  Nurse, unwrap the instruments.

Orca Winfried, Columbia’s Chief Commissar and First Ambassador to the Global Elders, paragon of NWO virtue,  fills her purse with the agony of tiny boys strapped to her harness.

 

Different beauty products companies have used different ingredients to make their product the best one. Now it is the turn of the human foreskin to join the list of ingredients being used in such products. Suddenly, the foreskin fibroblasts have turned into big business. . . . [F]oreskin fibroplast is now being used in SkinMedica, a new facial cream  promoted by Oprah Winfrey.

 

 The Devil wears Prada.  Pimps ‘em, too.

 

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Speaking of Purse Power, the spook-soaked New York Times, America’s Paper of Discord Record, just released a Special Issue titled Saving the World’s Women.

(For balance, last week’s issue took the opposing position, ”Crushing the World’s Men.”)

 

There are more women controlling more wealth in the U.S. than ever before. (Of those in the wealthiest tier of the country — defined by the I.R.S. as individuals with assets of at least $1.5 million — 43 percent are women.) And unlike the women who preceded them — old-school patrons who gave to the museum and the symphony and their dead husbands’ alma maters — these givers are more likely to use their wealth deliberately and systematically to aid women in need. . . .

In general, women give differently than men. They are less likely to want their names on things and more likely to give as part of drives (large ones, like Women Moving Millions, and smaller ones, like living-room “giving circles”) that include other women. And they tend to spotlight different causes (women’s health, microfinancing of businesses owned by women) and for different reasons. A study of more than 10,000 large donors by the Center on Philanthropy at Indiana University suggests that while men describe their giving as practical — filling in the gaps that government can’t or won’t — women describe theirs as emotional, an obligation to help those with less.

 

TripleSpeak aside: men give to everybody, and women only give to females. 

To themselves, basically.  Like that “worship” trick.  With mirrors.

The NYT finds all this not only progressive, but cause for celebration and modelling throughout the land.  Cosmos.

Most rancid is the assumption that, in a nation where at 90 percent of the homeless are male, where females are favored in every aspect of culture and government, women imagine that giving only to other females is somehow noble and selfless.

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Elsewhere in the Land of the Fee, Home of the Slave, veteran journalist Cokie Roberts announced via the Washingon Post Magazine that men are just lesser beings.  (There the darling is, announcing it.)  :O)

 

 

 

 

Women tend to be a lot more common-sensical than men are. In fact, when the Mark Sanford thing broke, I went tearing into my husband’s office and said, “Okay, that’s it. Women just are better. Men are just lesser beings.” He couldn’t argue at that point.

 

‘Course he couldn’t, my little arsenic kupkake.  Hubbie Steve Roberts is a former NYT shill.  Those boys leave their balls at the building’s front door . . . like the White House and Capitol pimples.

No scathing newsmagazine pieces, no network-news soundbites, no protests from politicians, no howls of rage from N.O.W. and the A.A.U.W., no demands for retraction, no immediate firings, no recriminations.

If a nationally known male “journalist” had claimed females are just lesser beings, he’d be Larry Summers’d out on his offensive ass jiffily, replaced (as at Harvard) by an uberfeminist.  The Medea would do backflips and milk the agitprop for weeks.  Summers was terminated merely for suggesting that males perform better in certain academic areas.  Heresy to WomanChurch.

On November 1, most of the You Ess reversed clocks by one hour in observance of “Daylight Savings Time,” most recently codified and revised by the Energy Policy Act of 2005, which changed the starting and ending dates to the second Sunday in March and first Sunday in November, respectively, beginning in 2007.

(Messin’ about with time usually = saturnian/cerelean rites, navi-gation, tessellate coordinates, typhon, occult merchant frats, etc.)  Like

the fourth beast is a fourth kingdom that will appear on earth. It will be different from all the other kingdoms and will devour the whole earth, trampling it down and crushing it.  The ten horns are ten kings who will come from this kingdom. After them another king will arise, different from the earlier ones; he will subdue three kings.  He will speak against the Most High and oppress his saints and try to change the set times and the laws.

(Daniel 7: 23-25)

  

HOUSTON —  Prosecutors told jurors Monday that a Texas woman accused of cutting off her infant son’s genitals two years ago was a drug abuser who showed no remorse or concern for her child as he was on the verge of death.

Katherine Nadal’s defense attorneys, however, said an expert will back up the 28-year-old woman’s claim it could have been the family dog, a 6-to-7 pound dachshund, that mutilated her son in their suburban Houston apartment in March 2007.

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Nadal is on trial on a charge of injury to a child, a first-degree felony. She faces up to life in prison if convicted of attacking her then-5-week-old son, Holden Gothia. . . .

 Doctors who examined Holden will testify the genitals were cut in a perfect square by a sharp instrument, Oncken told jurors. An animal control officer who examined the dog found no blood in its mouth, on its fur or on its paws, she said.  [emphases added]

Guess that’s why it’s called Square Dealing, see checkerboard supra.

Holden Gothia?  Dubble Erk.

Our July 5 post, “Say Goodbye it’s Independence Day,” discussed an at-large cereal-killer in Gaffney, South Carolina.  The English surname from Gaffney is Caulfield.  Speaking of pharaoh and paradice mindslaves, Holden Caulfield is the protagonist of manchurian-trigger-tome The Catcher in the Rye.

Cokie, Hillie, and all u.s. get our Molochian wish.  Columbia certainly made a Lesser Being out of Holden Gothia.

The little oppressor.

Thankfully, America’s busy stamping out Rampant Sex Crimes in The Congo.  And hiring more female bureaucrats to “fix” the economy

Hopefully, Houston can call Peckerwood Hill and reserve a spot for Holden.

If they’re full-up, try the White House.  Where they force little boys over filthy mattresses and whip then until the skin flies off.

 

As it was in the days of Noah, so shall it also be in the days of the Son of man 

(Luke 17:26)

P. Kindred’s Divine Invasion described a “zone of evil” protecting Kore Earth from any masculine “invasion” by the child Yahweh. 

Here’s Amerika’s Sweet-Tart, Miley Cyrus, doing a “pole dance” at an awards show attended largely by kids.

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Elsewhere and samewise, little sis Noah Cyrus and friends get in on The Game.

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Responsibility for these outrages, clearly, rests with those rapacious Congolese men, and their Old Boys Network across the planet . . . forcing poor Miley and Little Sister to cash six-figure checks and teach eight-y.o. girls to slutdance.

Miley and Noah don’t want to exhibit their sexual Grrl Power.  They’re being made to against their delicate, defenseless wills.

Miley and Noah, of course, are latecomers to the Maypole Matricks, but seem already bred-in for Demetrian designs.  Maybe they’ll get a spin-off sitcom, Hetaerae Today, on MSNBC.

Check your local programming!  :O)

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“All Will Fall” (Goya)

The August Rap-up over at Concrete Junkyard reminded that antidepressent use in the Ugly US recently doubled.  Twenty-seven million New Atlanteans now gobble this snake-oil — rather than confront the matrix that they are. 

See, Doc, I gots dis khemical impbalance!

Junkyard Terry’s monthly timeline recalls Pharaoh’s Big White House awarding its Presidential Medal of Freedom to Mary Robinson, first female pres of Ireland.  Not only a Mary, but shares the Mom-in-Chief’s bloodline surname.

Talk about loaded NWO gestures!  Made Mary last appeared herein as a Global Elder, the New Woman Order’s hilarious “galactic council.” 

Tee-hee! 

Bizee bizee backstage, the GynoGulag chugs ahead, dotting every eye and crossing every dubble.

All in the Family Lepidosaur.

Tellingly, Phyllis Schlafly’s above link describes how the FemSupremacists bullied Obie and Staff into sitting in a circle, before the Matriarchy’s Mouthpieces told Pharaoh exactly where the Stimulus Money would go.  (Into purses.)

 

You all know the drill, folks, When the ecomony goes south, who are the first people who get hurt the most?  It’s women!  It’s women!  We’re going to change that!

– VAWA Joe Biden, pandering and lying to Big Sis on the camp pain trail

In truth, of course, it was BOYS and MEN who were and are the owerwhelming victims of the Gynogulag’s mancession.  But VAWA Joe’s forktongue served its purpose, like the neverending propaganda assuring females they are oppressed victims.  Biden enraged and delighted hordes of women, feeding them delicious lie after lie, stoking them for (more) WOMANWORLD.

‘Cause ya can’t build a GynoGulag unless the air’s full of shit.

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Ka-Trina (Hecate)

 

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Hydra below Crater (the cup) and Corvus (the raven)

 

(Celestial wrath poured out onto the sea-serpent, while the crows that fed Elijah devour the beest.)

 

In light of hopeless voices, changes can’t be avoided

– first line from “In Jupiter’s Realm, Waiting” by ottiepoet Jeffrey Powell Jr.

Boys who has Fragile X, a genetic disorder that can cause autism-like symptoms abused by teachers.

 

Julie Ann Parish and Kristina Marie Kallies are each charged with one felony count of assault on a minor and one misdemeanor charge of endangering the welfare of children after the Great Falls Police Department investigated the alleged December abuse of student Garrett Schilling, then 13.

Schilling’s mother, Tifonie Schilling, said her son, now 14, has Fragile X syndrome, a genetic disorder that leaves him with limited means of communication and results in his showing symptoms often associated with autism.

Because of this, Schilling said, her son was never able to tell her about the brutal treatment he was allegedly receiving at the hands of his own teacher’s aides, which they have denied.

“If the teachers thought Garrett was being lazy or falling asleep at his desk, they forcibly took my son to the kitchen sink in the room and forced his head under the water while he was screaming for his mother,” Schilling said of the alleged incidents. “And if he had an accident in his pants he was made to sit in it all day. They would taunt him and say, ‘You stink like a baby.’

“I have about 14 other families who have kids who have been subjected, in one way or another, to different schools in the district,” Tarum said of the allegations. “The abuse comes in varying degrees, and not every child says they were tortured.”

. . . Tarum said that one family said their child was slapped or that behavior devices such as restraints were often misused in special education classrooms. One mother said that she noticed that her daughter, who has cerebral palsy, was missing chunks of hair on her head, a result of what she believes was the punishment of getting dragged across the floor, Tarum said, declining to say if the charged teacher’s aides were involved in either of these alleged incidents. . . .

Garrett lives in a world of fear,” she said. “He doesn’t understand that when we take him to new places, people won’t abuse him.

“He’s a great kid. He loves to swing outside and play with his toys with his brother,” she said. “He’s a really wonderful, outgoing kid and it’s just been devastating to see what’s happening to him.”

 

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More than 200,000 schoolchildren are paddled, spanked or subjected to other physical punishment each year, and disabled students get a disproportionate share of the treatment, according to a new study.

The vast majority of severely beaten and psychologically tormented kids are Lesser Beings, of course – a fact the NYT would never publicize, given their ideopolitical supremacism and hypocritical misandry.  Not to mention spook overlords.

In most cases, an autistic boy would have no idea why he’s being beaten.  Often, it’s not possible for them instantly to obey a teacher’s directive or command, based on motor-delays inherent in their condition.  Example:

L.D. once taught three kids the Dead Bug Game.  One of the kids was neurotypical, one was Aspergers (relatively mild autism) and the third was Kanner-autistic (nonverbal w/significant motor delays).

Rules were simple: any time during the day, if someone calls out “Dead Bug!” everyone must fall on the ground supine, and wave their arms and feet.

Hey.  You were seven once, too.

In an unguarded moment, l.d. suddenly shouted DEAD BUG! and the NeuroTyp and Aspie kids flopped on the rug, flailing and snickering.  Their nonverbal Kanners brother stood nearby, watching but unable to participate.

Forty minutes later, the boy’s mother found him on top of the diningroom table, on his back, shaking his little feet and hands for all he was worth.

It had taken him the intervening time to translate what he’d heard from l.d., and seen from his siblings, into the concentrated and coordinated series of fine/gross motor movements necessary for Dead Bugging.

Laboriously, painstakingly, the boy had to work out the “game,” first meta-cognitively, and then via CNS/motor functions.  He did this without the motivation of real-time participation . . . the instantaneous shared-joy most of us take entirely for granted.

Everybody else in the game had long moved on.

It was so brave.  So admirable in his determination.  Yet they’re called withdrawn and selfish, and punished for their well-founded distrust of neurotypicals, for their “disobedience.”  The Judge Rotenberg Educational Center in Massachusetts uses electic-shock to “behavior-train” autistic kids.  Their parents approve.  Pay good money too.

Relatively few teachers and outside-home caretakers of deep-autistics fully understand the Kanners-ottie’s lack of certain physical capabilities . . .  or their plethora of abilities and gifts.  Certainly most school-personnel, particularly in advanced cultures like Florida and Mississippi, are incapable of understanding, supervising, and “teaching” deep-otties.  It’s a specialty, requiring years of observation and interaction.  Few of the best people have credentials, education schools and programs being useless but profitable.

Only in the last decade have a smattering of local district programs around the nation come up to speed with autistics.

 

Among the cases cited in the report was that of a 6-year-old, first-grade boy with autism, who was paddled at his Mississippi elementary school. An assistant principal who the report described as weighing 300 pounds “picked up an inch-thick paddle and paddled him” on the buttocks, the report said.

“It just devastated him,” the report cited the boy’s grandmother as saying. “When a child with autism has something like that happen, they don’t forget it. It’s always fresh in their minds.”

The two watchdog groups that collaborated on the report, Human Rights Watch and the Americn Civil Liberties Union, are urging federal and state lawmakers to extend the ban nationwide and enact an immediate moratorium on physical punishment of students with disabilities.

 

An inch thick board.  Measure it out between your thumb and forefinger.  Take a nice long look at just how thick that “paddle” is. 

Little Dynamo will wait while you think about it some.

300 pound man.  Beating a helpless, trusting, gentle hearted little boy who doesn’t even understand why he’s being whipped.  Just as bad, the boy was unable to communicate to anyone, even parents, his confusion and dismay and agony.

 

Did you see our brother?
He was here the other day
but he only came to say that he was leaving

 

Long ago l.d. stopped sniffling from grief, lest nothing get done.  But he had some teary days and bleak weeks after reading that story.  This stuff’ is standard, never a surprise, yet always manages to draw fresh blood.  Guess that’s the point.

Like countless others, that little boy’s heart is too dear for rage.  L.D.’s isn’t, though. 

You want Barabbas?  Keep it on up.  This rock could crack like a rotten walnut.

 

Early today as I watched while the skyline was shaking, I heard a rumbling

 

Austistics need a certain kind of discipline, like all kids.  But whipping otties unable to comprehend their “offenses” isn’t the answer to a godless (fatherless) culture.  The deep-otties (Kanners) function far better than NTs in highly structured environments.  They depend on repetition and rote to accomplish many “simple” cogno-motor tasks that NTs take for granted.  Their special abilities open only to love, can’t be coerced.

No wonder they’re Strangers on Demonplanet Nine.

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L.D.’s experiences indicate otties require less discipline than the average NT child — assuming their environment and caretakers understand autistic natures and needs.  Schools not set-up for autistic boys, and already feminized like most U.S. social environments, will only fail otties monumentally, then try to beat and drug them into submission . . . society’s standard method for Lesser Beings. 

Sadists scar them with belts in White Houses.  Massive men whip them with boards and call it “discipline” and “tradition.”

Bus drivers threaten to sever their heads.

 

OTTAWA — The mother of an autistic boy says he continues to suffer from severe emotional trauma after his school bus driver allegedly threatened to cut his head off with an axe, according to documents filed in court Tuesday.

The boy’s mother has filed a $750,000 lawsuit against the bus driver, the driver’s employer and the school board for the “serious and permanent consequences” sustained by the boy, including post-traumatic stress disorder, a statement of claim said.

 It also said that, “since the incident, (the child) has also experienced significant setbacks with regards to daily functioning, night terrors, anxiety, tension and heightened fearfulness.”

The alleged incident occurred on Sept. 22, 2006, when the boy was seven, on the premises of his elementary school west of Richmond.

After the boy began crying, his bus driver, Ariette Schoorl, threatened to cut off his head if he didn’t stop, according to the plaintiff’s claim. “The defendant then proceeded to remove the emergency axe located on the bus to further emphasize her threat,” the document said. “The incident terrified (the child).”

 

Beatings of defenseless and innocent boys — very rarely girls, because they’re Greater Beings — mandatory mass circumcisions, male-only recessions . . .  troubled times aren’t coming.  They are here.

The State Department and other Columbian Instruments scour the planet, manufacturing gyno-problems and inciting hate, hysteria, and fear.  Slicing male genitals, like mass imprisonment and fourth-class citizenship, is the In Solution for guys.

The Lorena Bobbitt Answer.  The Doctor Krippen Kure.

 

And before the throne there was a sea of glass, like unto crystal

(Rev. 4: 6)

The lessons learned under the GGG won’t ever be forgotten.  The dread will remain indelible and eternal in the race-consciousness, a nightmare preserved and cherished for its horrible necessity, an iron lid over the past.

But that’s then, and this ain’t.  For now, you are deceived.  Earth’s powers oppose you, sapiens sapiens, and you must fight for your inheritance.

 

Someone who had been away
suddenly came back today
and I allowed him home today into my mind

For a moment face-to-face
evil packed upon the place
long ago he meant to stay out there this time

Oh what do you know
the love that I’ve been feeling
The past is healing so slow
By tomorrow, gone from sorrow

 ”From Silverlake”

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ADDENDUM

By APRIL CASTRO and DEVLIN BARRETT, Associated Press Writers — 3 mins ago [November 5, 2009]

FORT HOOD, Texas – An Army officer opened fire Thursday with two handguns at the Fort Hood military base in an attack that left 12 people dead and 31 wounded. Authorities killed the gunman and apprehended two other soldiers in what appears to be the worst mass shooting at a U.S. military base.

 

Of course l.d. doesn’t know much, and isn’t much, but it appears that business-as-usual is no longer acceptable, in Texas or elsewhere.  The grace period has expired.  Mercy is removing from this nation.  Nor will this nation imprison, torture, intimidate, silence, or buy its way out of this.

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SECOND NOTICE

 

By MIKE SCHNEIDER, Associated Press Writer – 7 mins ago [November 6, 2009]

ORLANDO, Fla. – Officials searched Friday for a gunman who opened fire in a downtown office building where he used to work. At least six people were hurt.

People streamed out of the 16-story Legion Place office building around lunchtime and some told local television stations they had barricaded themselves inside their offices.