DO NOT PUT YOUR KIDS IN THE HANDS OF THESE ORGANIZATIONS

If social is actually “social” (it mostly is) then “anti” is Opposite George. & if you’re not OG you’re a show about nothing.

Have also heard rapper-gangster-crappers say “OG.” Just looked it up. Words “mean” things. Time goes by & the words that once “meant” now “mean.” Words “live” (so vicarious people don’t have to?) & so then do “constitutions” full of me-talk-pretty. Don we now our gay-ngster apparel. :

https://www.dictionary.com/e/slang/og/

Read a David Cole piece (takimag) this a.m. wherein he posits “white flight” to “red states” is “ultimate pessimism” & merely “failure postponed.” Because the “red states” are continuously metastasizing “blue city” cancer nodes within them.

And then those nodes expand outward.

(Think “the front range” – the denver megalopolis that extends from colorado springs all the way north to Cheyenne – just the other side of the Wyoming “border”).

Because, as Cole says, parasites need, & so will follow-pursue, hosts.

He’s right, as far as it goes.

But then think “the front sight” … because Cole does not begin at the beginning … & so, misses.

(This ain’t a point blank, short time preference, shot. This is a long shot. The raven whispering ‘nevermore’ death … takes the sum of all the marshmallow-gobbling time-slicers there have ever been, plus all that will ever be, & still has infinite indivisibility left to spare.)

Blue cities embedding themselves like cancer ticks into red state hides *is* metastasis.

But the Roman cancer that sends these salute•xtensions of itself outward is just the same old, pathetic, “follower-leader” collectivist die•namic.

((( C-O-L-L-E-C-T-I-V-I-S-M

Or

T-R-I-B-A-L-I-S-M

Or … any of the other matrix-borg-hivemound-tumor synonyms ism’s …

… IS(ee)M(urderer)’s ….

Speaking of … Anarchic!Art! … just came across this – molten aluminum poured into ant nest:

reverse Vesuvius … Festivus for the rest of us ….)))

Hail(stones from), Caesar …

… no stones hail-fellows-well-met/rosexuals …

… billions “to be made” “insuring against” … & then “repairing after” all that hailstone damage …

… lather-rinse-repeat …

Cuz, per the Bastiat Busted Window fallacy memo that is always disregarded ~ ultra-short /quarterly! Or sooner! / time preferences ~ or has been filed “classified – top secret,” breaking things, then rebuilding them, is “good for the economy.”

“The” economy, however, does not scale to “the.”

Or to “thee.”

The oligopoly’s monopoly is not “the” economy.
But it is the club thee ain’t in.
And the club that is used to beat thee.

And he, Cole, does not mention the stinking albeit-ness-tross-dross marinating round the ancient mariner neck – that all of those “blue cities” are choc-a-bloc full of white Romans who like it like that, who create, or allow that, who go along to get along with that – & who always have, every incremental push of the red-hot poker way …

… & if they don’t?

Ask that baker of wedding cakes, but not “wedding cakes,” in Lakewood.

Or just ask the governor & his “husband.”

(( Or, “ask not what your country can do for you” …

I was 3 years old when the kennedy crook was murdered by the dulles et al crooks …

perspective/levation on “the problem”:

if things were that fucked even “way back then,” in what direction, & to what extent, has “progress” been made since then?

Frustration/anger @impotence-all-around is a waste of perfectly good fuel when poured out onto the ground from whence it was extracted.

A better leaner-mix (2-stroke reference) combustion to plan you/yours rpm’s only — *not* “the revolution.”

Better to get out of the way of this juggernaut the best/most that you can.

Impotence-all-around is how it has always been & will always be – auld lang signs & wonders fairy tales are just denial of +/- 2σ human nature … & if you are somewhere out “in” ~ beyond ~ that distribution’s tail anyway, you’re already separated-amputated from the mangy mutt body.

All that remains to do is make that separation more literal/physical. ))

BonusPQ: Between the baker, & the buggerers, & the “love is love” buggery volkswagoneers, & the gov-bug-in-chief … who is “authentic” & who has thrown that towel & gone all-in for “attachment”? Careful, cuz that might be a trick question.

(((And note to the might-makes-right collectivist bunch who fancy themselves Peckinpah’s Wild Bunch: that tried & untrue approach is just as ethically-morally relativistic – nihilistic, too – as they come.

Since that was a criminal gang, maybe the MMR syringe-set overemphasizes the blaze of glory ending as somehow reversing a multitude of sins … but it doesn’t work that way.

That some MMR’s also beat the Christian drum, a la Twain’s War Prayer, even as already heaven-bound anyway, only increases the discorDant/e inferno heat.

Live by the hook-in-mouth schooling sword…fishes? Be prepared to, don’t act surprised when you, sheath it – with your ass …

… King Edward II, open homosexuality-sesame, Bannockburn(baby, burn) warrior-poetry, blah-blah-blah ‘’’ what’s it all about Alfie William Wallace?: Red-hot pokers quenched in meat-sheaths … whether literally or “literally” this is the game of thrones the MMR syringe-set plays.)))

Using “the tools” of hearth ~ political actions ~ “given” to you by your overlords so you can “hold the line” against political action is just a promiscuous waste of life.

Not even rearguard action, that.

(Ask Ed II when you see him, if you haven’t already finally figured it out, by then, for yourself. “My kingdom for a rearguard!”)

Just diversion, distraction, pretense.

Them that volunteer for it volunteer for attrition, for deaths by thousands of cuts … & teensy-weensy red-hot poker insertion-increments.

Or, as many of them put it, “a life of meaning …” derived (derivation, derivative … inauthentic) from service to (being serviced/serviceable/ceviche-cold acid-cooked swordfish) “something greater.”

“Look! I’m fighting the good fight! I am involved! I am doing something!”

(the trump cohort, the rfk cohort, the founders consti-coup cohort, the queen mother’s cohort, the ron paul cohort …these or m/any other “leaders” of the past/present/future western civ cohort, the natsoc cohort, on&on&on&round&round&round. Birds of a feather fall out of the skies together … until the noose-end stops the drop.)

And … wait for it (you won’t have to wait long) … ”I’m part of something larger!”

“I’m a sailor!” ~ What About Bob? (the Bill Murray flick)

No, you are not.

Yes, you are a knot. In the bug-eyed (Kafka’s Metamorphosis) Don Knotts Barney Fife & Drum corps.

(Fife, flute … “this one time, at band camp…”

)

What you’ve done/do is step/ped into the rules-handed-to-you ring with immortal-prime k/Ali, god of stinging-butterfly death.

(Dying is one thing. Throwing it away is something else.)

Your bug is no match for that bug which is merely your bug “socially” organized into “might-makes-right” buggangs.

And so you are a damned fool.

You allowed yourself to be set up to take the cereal bowls o’ sugary serial falls – Mary Poppins done popped a HFCS cap in your ass.

You are a dupe, a patsy … (first-middle-last name … like “dallas book depository” … like “WTC” … like ∞ …).

You are designated loser.

You are one-of-three juggled pawns/hopped balls (exec-legis-judic, holy ghosts of founding fathers’ sons, 3-card monte/zumanimal revenge, man-woman-state/church ménage à trois … the ‘’power’’ of three … oligopo version : I think I shall never see a poem lovely as a three ….)

You are milk, meat, mulct.

You believed the fairy tales the people charged with looking out for you told you – handed down lied to you – in your formative head-fuck years & have held tight those Linus security blankeys ever since.

(hmmm … blank keys: what the locksmiths got, along with the codes, to “your” safes, front doors, cars, phones-computers – everything.)

And you have no shame, else you would not be what you are & doing what you do.

Because comforting illusions are “stronger” ~ “something larger” ~ than shame.

Like Gregor Cligane, “The Mountain,” is something larger. Just exactly like that.

Mo’hominids go to the mountain, & the mountain comes for the Mo’hominids (that was a poem by Neimoller, I think) :

Because “social proof” stands always at the ready to re-fund the TB(enighted)TF account so you can “roll it over” (kick the can) one more time.

Like the once billionaire speculator who became a millionaire speculator is said to have said, “You don’t ever have to be wrong if you’ve got enough money” ~ or “credit” ~ to just keep meeting the margin calls.”

The ones who keep pumping all that credit your way aren’t altruists. They are eating your lunch. And your kids. And everything else you’ve got, too.

Some years ago I coined the term “velcromagnon man.”

In the Gabor Mate book (The Myth of Normal), the oft soft-headed author (the litany of softness I won’t go into here) writes about the “tension” between authenticity & attachment.

((Well, one bit o’ litany: this author is very attached to “authority hierarchies” outside his own wheelhouse {within his own WH he “has the credentialed experience” to do some dismantling, “gets to be” iconoclastic}. General boilerplate deference to experts, as he would probably expect/relish being deferred to. “Anthropogenic climate change” & “corona pandemic” are givens. He approvingly cites Yuval Noah Harari’s (3 names) book “Sapiens” in service to his antipathy to that unknown ideal people gay apparel “capitalism” … because the “appropriate” technocrat-specialists needs be ~ of course ~ deferred to & gospel-ized.))

(()) But … AA, about your father, & “diagnoses” – there is possibly useful perspective in the Mate book. Baggage unpacking & ad hoc structure dismantling & comfortable habit smashing is involved. All that easy, bigger, more synthesized/complete picture, stuff. A lot of work, to be sure. And it’d be a one-off work of art, not a cookbook recipe.

The bunco onco-mechanics have what they are paid to have: nothing (for people who have gotten a cancer message). What little cred they bask in is “appropriated” rule-proving exception.

And, absolutely. Doctors don’t work for “the jews.” They work for the Rockefellers et al partners in crime. And those soldiers, all of them (nurses, orderlies, admin, janitors…) are just as guilty as “their” generals. (())

There is, actually, very little tension between authenticity & attachment. This “human” world is given over almost wholly to attachment.

There is very little authenticity.

Because authenticity gets slow marinade-murdered, beginning in the crib.

Hell, the murder can, often does, start in the womb … before conception, even. You know those people that “stage” a room? Wombs, too.

Being forced, as a child, a youth, to compromise oneself to “gain” (what should be inherent/inalienable) acceptance, or approval, or love, or anything else ~ especially trifles like staying alive, being “allowed” to remain living ~ in pandering trade with the grooming panderers pandemic (from parents-predilect-pass-it-on, first, & then rippling outward from that nucleu/ss/andwich) … puts the evil in little boll weevil/illiputians what wreck the cotton crop so’s to expand polyester synthetic “market” share ….

… The Graduate: I have one word for you … are you listening?… “plastic” …

… “explosives” … (or is that two words?) ….

(And lots of those rode hard & put up wet-plastic-that-will-soon-harden kids go on to have kids themselves. As above/behind, so below/posterity. The circle of vicious, or vacuous, or both, Marathon Man Life. “Is it safe?”)

Evil like “the government” forcing you to trade your gold, your value, for its worthless fiat scrip … & just as worthless “identity.”

Evil like being forced to “sell your (non-essential) soul to the company stores” ~ the “essential businesses.”

Evil like capitulating to those force/frauds … & in *liking* to be forced/defrauded.

(Yep, if you do that, you are that … & if your face freezes that way, well … that’s what physionomy’s for, right? ☺)

Internalizing that force & fraud, & supporting, codependently/Munchausen-Proxy enabling, this scheme by “voluntarily” (say it with me: hardwired) compromising oneself “post training” ~ “but it is natural!” ~ is pathetic.

The way Pavlov’s salivating pups are “classically conditioned” pathetic – & Pavlov the conditioner is pathetic.

The way Seligman’s electro-shocked beagles are “conditioned defeat” pathetic – & Seligman the conditioner is pathetic.

The way Skinner’s “operant conditioning chamber” rats are pathetic – & Skinner the conditioner is pathetic.

((“Skinner was quite explicit about the need for technocratic rule: “We must delegate control of the population as a whole to specialists – to police, priests, teachers, therapies, and so on, with their specialized reinforcers and their codified contingencies.”[36]”
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Walden_Two
))

All these “animal studies” were/are just practice. Just the same/like serial murderers practice on small animals in their childhoods.

All the results of those “studies” have been applied to humanimal. And extended.

This die•viet•namic is the wellspring of entropy.

And it is *the* fundamental feature, not a bug, of Kafka humanimal.

(Hey man, pass the roach, man. Don’t Bogart the roach, man.”

)

People, in the main, are wired to destroy. To sign on the line that is dotted at the bottom of this murder-suicide pact “social” contract credit-scoring systopia.

“Attachment” is the beating mechanical-ized heart of just about all that is wrong.

Thus, “If you meet the Buddha on the road, kill him.”

(“he viewed it as a great film” – & it was. But “Ghostbusters” made box office. Of course.

)

If you don’t kill it, buddhattachment-borg will killinstrument-you – & others thru instrument-you.

“Further” (but just extension of the same banal reality), the people who should die & the people who should live … don’t.

Not, at least, in numbers adequate to overcome the velcromagnon mans’ attachment to self/other destruction repetition-compulsion.

Because the attached underlings “follow” the attached-to overlings, killing themselves (which is fine by me), but killing also everyone else that matters (there just aren’t too many that do that, matter, good people, actual people ~ only about 4% …twice-pass Pareto, 80:20, then distill a 2nd time …).

It is the proverbial “race to the bottom,” from the bottom – down. Which the d/wellers-drillers refer to as “up.”

Well, it “will be,” que sera, sera, up once the gravediggers get past, to the other side of, the center of the earth … if earth is the spheroid these tunnel-rats that steroid rage, rage against the living in the light, say that it is.

But even then, what difference “up” to this ilk of malted meat-milk-mulct balls?

This is No Country for Good Wo/Men. And I want to be away from it. As far away from it as I can get. (Never heard that from me before, I know.)

And by “country” I don’t mean fictively bordered geography.

I mean “I’ve been to a town.” Lots of towns.

Found them all to be choc-a-bloc full of Pilt/d/own wo/men.

“Paleoanthropological frauds” – but very, very attached are those velcromagnon wo/men. ☻

So…

Don’t want to Meet, Lunch, Visit the Farm, “Tribe Up.
”Don’t want to ‘win friends’ nor ‘influence people’.
Don’t want to persuade, educate, pitch or sell.
Don’t want to copy Valentine Michael Smith & do up a 5013c Church of All Worlds to subvert & replace the previously extant world churches.

(( I remember this scene. Naïve whipsnap? “Sport of the future“ part – yes. But the clear light of anti-establishmentarianism is not naïve. ::

))

This place ~ every bit of darpanet space ~ is gymnasium.

(Among other things: a fishbowl inside an ant farm ….)

Not singles bar.

I come here to pick up & swing the kettle bells.

Not to be picked up by swinger•eligionist bell-ringers who believe that if they don’t swing together they will surely swing separately.

((You, & 37 of your closest … after standing up for your “founding treaty rights” … & going maybe just a little further beyond that … which “both sides” always do:

))

”To be, or not to be, that is the question” – whether you ask it, or not, you answer — the one always true ‘physiognomy’ is comportment.

Fortunately, for me, none of the world, least of all the mere ‘ending of it’, is team ‘sport’.

It is teem(ing) spoors – which me & similar also don’t care about … except maybe to swing it.

But to them what do say-intone-mantra “teams” … I say “tombs” – so let’s ~ I already have … long since ~ call the whole thing off.

I have a different understanding.

Which is to say I understand … including that you don’t … & that you probably never will.

“You” refers to all the ones who are too old, or too attached (including to the old Seinfeld reruns), to learn “new” reality tricks. The strapped-in-tight herd-y gerd-y-ler wo/men, singin’ those same ol’ roly-poly songs of love. “Herd up or die” collectivists be thy name.

This song was made weirder, & so more appropriate, & goosebumpy, when I heard it soundtracking “Zodiac” ~ about “the one that got away” … the “one” that got away …

but wherever he, that pos/erial murderer, got away to there he still was … of course … recreating where he got to what he’d gotten away from …

… like the neighbors, iow, or the rocky mountain front range megalopolis* …bring with what you’d only ostensibly leave behind … the Johnny Crappleseed transplant syndrome …

… from “wild west” to “defiled pest” in hardly any time at all :::

::: p/establishmentarianism principalities of South Park darkness :::

::: lowest common denominator “bar-setting” is just “affirmative action” — just AA for advantage-cheat addicts:::

— & majoritarianism, utilitarianism, ‘real politik’, going compromising-along to get compromised-along, follow-the-leader, might-makes-right relativism, all the “rules-based-ordering” that is force/fraud establishmentarianism is lowest common denominator …

Calling C-O-L-L-E-C-T-I-V-I-S-M … will you accept the charges? 96 out of 100 say “yes.o.p.erator.”

… & all the desire in the world is still merely desire — & does not ratify a thing (no matter how gratifying it may feel to frottage the political equipment) ….:

*Ron Lyle. Out of Denver. One of 19 siblings – one father & mother (how’s that for nuclear proliferation?). Sentenced 15-25 for 2nd degree murder – gangster stuff (Canon City; got out in 7). Talking about Ali, prison, boxing:

Er/rant concluded.

(Most of this was already written. I build it & they will come -&- the write rite makes right like rain (which has been pouring heavy outside all afternoon, too). Does nada, of course about the reigns attached to all the differently-named bits in all the Trojan horse mouths, which is what some believe writing should be about, do. But smiths know magicians are fos.)

Plus, friendly feelings toward you, one stranger in a strange land to another, different kind of, stranger.

Chin up – no. Eyes up, chin tucked. And circle to adversary non-dominant hand until it’s done. If it comes to that.