“Sex, Drugs, and Rock ‘n’ Roll”: Here’s where and how the social engineering scheme, mind-control program and global psyop began

Totally groovy consideration of an enormous conspiracy. Totally believable in MANY ways. Holistic enslavement of a generation’s minds, reaching even beyond into the next and subsequent generations, Bernays on steroids. The elimination of intellectual inquiry and development brought about due to the evident effect on the people of the highly superior fundamental education provided in the 1950s and early through mid 1960s. Refuse our war? We’ll have none of that! You’ll not be thinking those thinks any more you rotten little shits! Here’s some dope, some more, some cultural destruction to go along, you’ll forget and your kids’ll damned sure never know any of that ‘think for yourself’ shit! Now consume and forget!

Dig it man, far out.

Not so sure all of this fits … maybe it does, maybe it doesn’t …

I was born in ’47 … grew up in a lower middle class area … and have lived through some of those ‘interesting times’ that the chinese quote mentions. My generation has participated in and has witnessed an enormous upheaval of our culture and its history … culminating with the successful attempts so far to destroy as much as that culture and history as possible by blaming all of the West’s troubles on White people.

I recall the cultural shift way back when … when a crude twit made his parents so proud by his vulgar and profanity-laced ‘comedy’ … one Leonard Alfred Schneider … stage name Lenny Bruce.

Then in the ’60s, during the Vietnam War (the opium operation conducted by the CIA, the Mossad and the Meyer Lanky crime syndicate), a wild and radical and brazen bunch of mostly spoiled brats named Jerry Rubin, Abbie Hoffman, Bill Ayers, Bernardine Dohrn and numerous other leftists started the ‘anti-war movement’ … entities like the SDS, the Weather Underground, etc. They used violent means – including bombings of universities and robberies of Brinks trucks to gain their notoriety … and, by and large, they got away with all of it.

The whole media industry had already been consolidated — as had the universities and the Congress of the United States — by a group of mostly self-styled ‘intellectuals’ who felt that marxism was the way to destroy the United States from the inside … and, as we’ve seen for the past 60-odd years, it has been extremely successful.

Connect a lot of the dots during these years and you’ll see who’s really behind this … and, while the MIC is a popular and worthy target of our anger, it is merely the face put up before the public so that the real source of our destruction is not known or mentioned.

But the parallels between our destruction closely matches that which occurred in Russia via the bolsheviks and their murder of tens of millions of their countrymen, and in Germany by the Weimar era of cultural degradation and destruction … all created by the same folks …

Slaveducation, pretty much 12 years of it per cocooned pupa, preceded this insectile slice of diced indictment bologna.

And before that, & forever, the tribal bs has held drunken sway.

Prohibition ( volstead & 18th amen!dment magic words ):

POSITRACTION is what it does: double orifice shitasses wiping pairs of skid marks all over everything.

Homo sheepianism is what it is, was, will be.

Que sera cuz serrated la cucaracha Kbar/ambo blades can’t touch, let alone cut, this d/umbilical wrapped tight around the blue-bulbed collectivist neck.

(That is the original & still the besting necktie.)

As for “the boomers” death rattle/rs, that fake & gay cohort-chortling is dying faster!, faster! pussycats & is one more another example of tribe up & die anyway.

RIP, Carl Weathers.

(Even then. Remember the one, based on the true story of a singularity not en-tribed, where Carl, & Lee Marvin, played Dudley Do-Wright mounties out to get their Charlie Bronson man? The real one got shot in the back, but CB got away clean.)

It’s processed assembly line piroshki turtles all the way back, & down, if “turtles” “means” “dumbasses*” encased in flaky pastry.

Heading cognitively blindered optimists & false positive/positivist narrationists off at the pass (the yummy cannibal stew, please):

“Everyone who makes a decision in the absence of complete information about the future consequences of all available opportunities is a speculator. So everyone is a speculator.” – Paul Heyne, The Economic Way of Thinking (read this in Victor Neiderhoffer’s Practical Speculation)

“Cynicism may be a by-product of anomie in the social structure; at the same time it may also prepare the way for personal anomie…. Anxious over a personal failure, the individual … often disguises his feelings with a cynical attitude, & thus negates the prize he did not attain. Frequently he includes in his cynicism all persons who still seek that prize or who have succeeded in winning it, &, occasionally, deprecates the entire social system within which the failure occurred. As the cynic becomes increasingly pessimistic & misanthropic, he finds it easier to reduce his commitment to the social system & its values.” – Arthur Neiderhoffer, Behind the Shield: The Police in Urban Society (Vic’s father, in 1967)…

…OK. But this assumes nothing amiss in the Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind social system. That god’s ways are mysterious so Let It Be … beetles, its what’s for dinner says the WEF not in anything like a Sam Elliott voice.

(In the beginning was the social credit-spread/em derivative-leverage system arbiter/arbitrageur word/s … “No man is an island” but just a clod of the continent.)

And that is one of those that most definitely makes an ass of the assumer/groomed/groomer – because that’s what (is the point of) social systems are: misses …

… or The Devils In Misses Keeping Up With Alias Smith & Wesson & Jones Monkeys On Their Backs. Go ahead. Make my day. Prove me wrong. ~ Dirty Cop Harry Callahan

Cops have no duty to protect, ruled the S/upreme Court (In the end was the S/word …), officially codifying, sometime after ’67, the already abundantly evident why’s & wherefores of the thin blue line, for example. Not to mention the thin camo line, too/either.

HOW the thing is done is all the matters … how it turns out is irrelevant. (And, ultimately, the final turnout is the same, across the board.)

But the pragmatist credo is “the ends justify the means.”

Again, even tho the end means the same thing, across the board. Sampling (t)error. Like Junior Samples.

If the Hee Hawthorne Redrum Letter fits, sew it on. Just joking. Letters is sewn on @conception. Fate … accompli.

I think that seg-mentality would be better termed “fragmentist” (than “pragmatist”). I like “fragmentality,” too. And not just because it makes me think of fragmentation grenades. And “Fight Club” schizofookingphrenia.

Victor is the son of Arthur. And sometimes (sh)it recessively skips a generation. But more often than not one conquered-by-divide “generation” just relay-kicks that relay-race to the bottom BPA-lined can of processed “food stuffing” “forward” & “further” down the Roman Rode hard & put up terrapin soup-nazi wet.

*Which is merely emergent property – symptom – of cowardice. Ed “the extrovert” Norton character couldn’t stand/abide being alone with himself, so he conjured his Brad Pitt alter who said “let’s fight,” and ultimately, “let’s blow up the world.” And in the usual suspects art/movie imitates life way, that’s what they, the Fight club tribe, did, have done, will continue to do.

“All of humanity’s problems stem from man’s inability to sit quietly in a room alone.”
― Blaise Pascal, Pensées

(BP didn’t mean alone in a room with a darpanet-connected keyboard, either. But … in the ever-present beginning was The War of the Wor/l/ds. Scrabble done long since scrambled most of – nay, all of – the leggo-my-eggo hivemind. It’s one helluva big omelet live & don’t let live. Eggheads & their chickens!)

Sex? Meh. Drugs? Meh-phistopheles.

(( & the former, particularly when @furious pace that is so celebrated, is very much an induced side effect symptom of drug-like hormones [& hormone-like im/print/screen programming-permissioning-tell-me-who-i-am-&-what-to-do addict-drugging monkey-seeing-monkey-doing]. lets fuck & lets fuck some shit up are siamese-schizo twins, joined at the con-genitals. “intelligent design” of the rock ‘em sock ‘em fuck ‘em/up robots. Libido dominandi via Dom De Luise Fletcher ~ Nurse Ratchet. ))

But&So Long Live Rock & Roll.

Because when the cowards in their masses (“Just like witches of/at black masses”) come a’shuffling, R&R’s got plenty of good soundtracks. Wagner is too fat lady sings. So take the coward’s materiel – if that’s what it is – & use it. If you can.

Swarms of drones, illegals, bioweapons, saltpeter uniparty voters, all tidal comin’ on to Fred (“can’t act; slightly bald; can dance a little”) singing They Can’t Take That Away From Me, well, if can’t beat ‘em & won’t join ‘em, best to be outside the path of destruction. If you can.

Else, if can’t be elsewhere, make ‘em work for it, the taking. How’d that earlier Alamo stuntman put it? Molon labia, or something? “Read my flapping lips: We’ll fight in the shade,” right? We got our tans, & abs, already airbrushed on anyways.