THEY F**KING HATE US

Maybe once upon a time in national days of way before yore. Pin the tail on how long that’s been outmoded might be fun.

This “nation” started out, ostensibly, as a confed of “states.” Those sub-units were rolled up long before I got here. Nations are “now” (pin tail) as states. Mostly rolled up.

It’s a transnational global dictastrophe. And that lot is behind & above states & govs.

The long queue of reserve- ready-willing-able pols, selected/installed with understandings pre-installed (via the JFK trepanning, among others … speaking of DeLorean’ing back … which lets all the air out of tucker’s permissioned broadcast – unless he turns up with all the air let out of him) are selected-for, & fast reproducing, parasites riding along with the predators.

“America” & every other reservation is a blatant bit of the divide/conquer.

Only because “they” assume – yet again – their hands aren’t flammable.

As a class or category or dynastic actuarial cohort “they” aren’t flammable in toto. Always way too many of ‘em.

But like many, maybe most, the “it’ll never happen to me game” gets played. Everybody’s bluffing, & rushin the roulette where angels fear to tread.

“Nuthin from nuthin leaves nuthin … We gotta have something … if you’re gonna be with me” ♪♫♪

That’s “how they getcha.”

So, who is “they” again?

The only necessary for the triumph of evil is for good gregarious wo/men to do the nothing ~ the less than nothing ~ they are mystically autonomically “convinced” is something. ~ fify Edmund Burke

When papa of the country & the duelist who lost rode down on those whiskey distillers they all, in the real best of all possible worlds, shoulda been burned down. Or turned to salt. Or something.

For one example outta waybac machine inventory.

Hypocrisy oughta come with spontaneous combustion. Not this time lapse photo opportunity sloooooow burn frog boil that too few see, or remember.

And so it goes. All the way back.

Stayin with the devil you know is hard not to do. Since its an angel, or thereabouts, that reflects back from all those mirrors.

Been to a town. Lots of towns. Every one of them was exactly the same. Cuz people, density-desensitized, is what it is.

It, the borg, transcends the youse that comprise it, becomes it’s own wo/man.

And, practicing for when AI Singularity comes to recognize the fusion-fission instability of density ~ or like when there are too many mice in the cage ~ (& even solo-separatist outliers, too) Pandora’s Box lid slams down, seals tight, & the sociopathy carnage gets going real good … wo/men … doing … “something.”

There’s a scene in The Next Three Days. Russell Crowe character is told (as the audience has already been shown … along with the necessity, a la Hollywood, that the character survives his maladroit efforts – “are you not entertained?! ~ Gladiator”) “You want this too bad. You’re going to fuck it up.”

Guess whowhat knows what you want, at least as well, if not better than, you do?

Billy Preston hit previous to “nuthin” with Will It Go Round In Circles.

Yes. It will. It is “willed.” The free wildebeest must go down to the river to drink. The crocs are waiting. The river is their home. All guests of honor must honor the homeowner with raw, not burnt, offerings.

Turn that river into the Cuyahoga ’69. Then privatize it.

Instead, the free wildebeasts came up with EPA. Of course they did.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light brigade.

Which means stop ~ “charge!” ~ following orders.

And not just the good wo/men doing something exogenous orders, either.

Whole lotta people, would it were, could do with getting in touch with their Opposite Georges.

Burn those papa-sinners down.

Start with the wooden teeth, maybe. That’s nature’s rx for beetle-kilt pines & canines.