Trump is the Guidon for the Bataan Death March of the Shmoos

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Well, it’s official. Trump is a sold out same old same old, iron pyrite star, destined for the compost heap of history. It’s what I expected, sad to say but… I was hopeful. It was my intention to take a wait and see position. I felt like I owed him that and I felt like I owed his supporters that. Used to be I didn’t give people a break in these positions because they were usually bought and paid for by the time they got there or… they didn’t get there. Trump was in the unpredictable role of usurper. He had a chance, a slim one to make a difference, here on the precipice of managed chaos. As the world flamed with the Soros migrant crisis, built for the destruction of Europe, here in the United States a culture war is being waged, aided and abetted by the American Noahide Court system and the Zionista transformation of the educational infrastructure into a propaganda factory and Political Correctness mill; not to mention the programming of the entertainment/music and art industry under the control of the same Zionistas, who are only differentiated from the long gone Comancheros by the outfits they wear.

You could see it coming when Michael Flynn got beheaded by the reptile spy consortium. Then Bannon had to take a back seat to slum lord, Jared Kushner, who is the present day Rahm Emmanuel, Mossad operative, back seat driver. He’s a king of the shitheap, legend in the making. If you needed any further proof that the Satanic Banker Meme has all the main stage players sewn up, then… what is happening is living proof of the marching orders given to the battalions of the walking dead, it’s right there in front of you; for the purpose of demonstration. Usury has always been the primary drumbeat that sent most of the cultures on a downward spiraling Bataan Death March. Depending on which version of history you are informed by, you either know this or you are rank and file marching into indentured slavery with the rest of the Shmoos.

I told myself I was not coming back here, I feared precisely what I see and it bodes no good for those of us who have been muscled away from the trough by real life Mason Verger pigs. Strangely enough, I was compelled to go and by the usual mysterious workings of the ineffable. On the heels of my departure, Europe was invaded by Soros empowered jihadi migrants and anyone who hasn’t read about Sweden and the camps in Calais, as well as too numerous to mention other locations, is uninformed or sucked in by Soros financed lies, funneled through the occupied media.

via Trump is the Guidon for the Bataan Death March of the Shmoos – Les Visible – The Dog Poet

The Sure and Present Locus of a Mind that’s Held in Focus

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(let’s try to get sequentially back in order and do a segue into the Visible Origami that we intended to get written in the first place)

I am continuously reminded of the cyclic nature of all things. This includes those positive sweeps of experience that move into the negative and back into the positive, like some kind of clockwork but I have yet to see the clock. Sometimes the positive will continue for a longer period and the same is true of the negative. You can be assured that the pacing and changing have much to do with the state of mind of the person it is happening to. Many people think of themselves as having a positive outlook but, below the surface it is a swirl of negativity because of the perpetual telepathic invasions taking place in the general consciousness. Let’s think of our minds as something like the control panel in a vehicle. There are levers and buttons and a wheel to steer by. Sometimes one of these mediums are more relevant than others; consider the controls of a plane or helicopter versus a car… versus a saucer pod for that matter. The human mind has buttons that can be pushed and levers that can be lifted or pressed on. Wheels can be turned to the left and right and sometimes pulled forward, up or down or to either side. Much of it has to do with how the mind is understood by the one being manipulated from within or without. The senses register everything, even when the mind of the one whose senses are an extension of it is unaware of the influence. Everything around us is advertising its presence; the birds in the sky, the people passing by, the actual advertisements for shit you don’t need. It’s broadcasting all the time.

Within the mind of anyone, there are degrees of vulnerability for particular forces of expression; food, sex, objects and positions for desired acquisition. Every individual is striving for some combination of all of them, to a lesser or greater extent. For some, the forces are overwhelming. For others is is simply an annoyance that is decreased or amplified by the presence or absence of their fellows in whatever relative thrall may exist; such as being in a populous city or a forested region, where you are more or less alone …except for wildlife. Of course, there is wildlife in the cities as well …but of a different order (grin).

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The Sure and Present Locus of a Mind that’s Held in Focus

Dog Poet Transmitting…….

(let’s try to get sequentially back in order and do a segue into the Visible Origami that we intended to get written in the first place)

I am continuously reminded of the cyclic nature of all things. This includes those positive sweeps of experience that move into the negative and back into the positive, like some kind of clockwork but I have yet to see the clock. Sometimes the positive will continue for a longer period and the same is true of the negative. You can be assured that the pacing and changing have much to do with the state of mind of the person it is happening to. Many people think of themselves as having a positive outlook but, below the surface it is a swirl of negativity because of the perpetual telepathic invasions taking place in the general consciousness. Let’s think of our minds as something like the control panel in a vehicle. There are levers and buttons and a wheel to steer by. Sometimes one of these mediums are more relevant than others; consider the controls of a plane or helicopter versus a car… versus a saucer pod for that matter. The human mind has buttons that can be pushed and levers that can be lifted or pressed on. Wheels can be turned to the left and right and sometimes pulled forward, up or down or to either side. Much of it has to do with how the mind is understood by the one being manipulated from within or without. The senses register everything, even when the mind of the one whose senses are an extension of it is unaware of the influence. Everything around us is advertising its presence; the birds in the sky, the people passing by, the actual advertisements for shit you don’t need. It’s broadcasting all the time.

Within the mind of anyone, there are degrees of vulnerability for particular forces of expression; food, sex, objects and positions for desired acquisition. Every individual is striving for some combination of all of them, to a lesser or greater extent. For some, the forces are overwhelming. For others is is simply an annoyance that is decreased or amplified by the presence or absence of their fellows in whatever relative thrall may exist; such as being in a populous city or a forested region, where you are more or less alone …except for wildlife. Of course, there is wildlife in the cities as well …but of a different order (grin).

A wise soul is aware of these forces. Generally, most of us are unaware of them, as concerns the forces being directed at them intentionally. Even when they have some idea that this is taking place, they are cognitively disconnected from the reality of it. It is like being a confused and driven refugee on an unlit highway of night. How do you get to a moment, just a moment, really, where you can see with clarity what is being done to you? Of course you can strive and strive and- against all odds, arrive at that moment. You could take enough clear and pristine LSD or Ayahuasca and hover or tremble for long enough to get the panorama view. Trauma could take you there, as well as extended suffering. Truthfully. I have personally employed or been subjected to each of these more than once and none of them have given me an extended view but each of them have, at least, given me the solitary moment aforementioned. What has given me a continuing awareness and what has sustained me in maintaining it has been the one guiding and leading me. Let me say for the umpteenth time; you don’t get there on your own.

via The Sure and Present Locus of a Mind that’s Held in Focus – Les Visible – The Dog Poet

Crypto Greeks bearing Gifts for Christmas in Atheistan

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This is not the blog for what is getting mentioned here in this moment …but we tend to do what is in front of us. Let’s think of it as a digression, prior to having anything to actually digress from. I went to whatreallyhappened today. I haven’t been there more than once since I walked away from being linked at that site on a regular basis. I don’t think I ever went into the real details of the reasons for my departure. They were several. More and more the format was changing into a kind of managed hysteria and the paranoia level had been moving incrementally up toward Defcon 4. The advertising was out of control with flashing gifs that began to look like every day was Christmas in Atheistan. The same had been true of Rense and his site as well. I felt like I was on a shelf at Walmart and there was never any real news. It was the same headline repeated over and over and when you tried to read the article that was supposed to be there, it read like a Twitter feed. Some part of me had been waking up by degrees and where I had formerly been content to get a lot of traffic and not feel responsible for the graffiti that surrounded me, I was less and less able to tolerate the association. Meanwhile, every time I mentioned the ineffable I was exposed to withering contempt.

One of the things that bothered me the most was the constant appeal for funds. I know what even one of those ads goes for because there was a time that I thought of advertising my books and I was stunned at the cost and I was supposed to be getting ‘a deal’ so… the profit that is coming in from these ads is a pretty tidy sum.

via Crypto Greeks bearing Gifts for Christmas in Atheistan | Smoking Mirrors

Into the Delta of Dark Chaos Swims the One who Identifies as a Mohican.

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All that could be seen of Visible was the top of his head, his eyes and his nose, as he slowly streamed through the toxic murk of the swamp of American Culture. As he occasionally looked down into what reminded him of The Dead Marshes on the approach to Mordor; instead of the bodies of ancient warriors, glowing on the radioactive bottom, he saw Rachel Dolezal and various Kardashians, including all the other transparent fakirs of this time, tossing to and fro and entangled in the twisting seaweed-like growth. He didn’t tarry, like the Blue’s Brothers, he was, “on a mission from God.” Gollums to the left of him, Gollums to the right of him, into the delta of dark chaos swam the last of those ‘identifying’ as a Mohican.

Were it not for the horrors of having to act out as one, Visible would like to identify as a retarded gay, black, dyslexic Jew with Tourette’s Syndrome. He would appear to be like Stephen Hawking doing an impersonation of Schrodinger’s Cat. Now that would be a really cool variation of, ‘the old in and out’

And this just in; Barbara Bush gets cozy with her atavistic ancestors AND in a related news item we have our latest Darwin Award’s winner. So… you shouldn’t have to wonder at the previous description of Visible’s passage through allegory or perhaps Purgatory is a better image. We’re not the only ones who have a clue about what’s going on (cue Marvin Gaye). Meanwhile, those Satanists involved in the ruination of all that is sane and reasonable are shooting their lies up with steroids so that their shape-shifting shadow monster has become large enough to blot out the sun. This is war and here is one of the faces of the enemy. Her banal commentary on herself is near epic when it comes to Kewpie Doll self descriptors. She’s the author of that article, which is one of the stepping stones on the way to the LGBTQRSTUVWXYZ contingent shortly outnumbering the rest of us. All lies, all the time!

via Into the Delta of Dark Chaos Swims the One who Identifies as a Mohican – Les Visible – The Dog Poet

MIT: Half Of American Children Will Get Autism By 2025

By 2025 half of the children born in the United States will be diagnosed with autism, according to Stephanie Seneff, a Senior Research Scientist at MIT and author of over 170 peer-reviewed scholarly articles.

Seneff notes that autism diagnoses have been exploding in recent years, which she claims can be attributed to heavy-duty vaccines and the use of glyphosate, a chemical in the popular weed killer Roundup, owned by Monsanto.

via MIT: Half Of American Children Will Get Autism By 2025 – InvestmentWatch

Why Modern Art is Absolute Crap

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