Yeah!

Woo!

2012!

Let it begin!

Late!

(Sorry, my car got stuck back in 2011)

Woo!

Let it, um… continue beginning!

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Mickey’s on the production line

I’m a super mouse in time

Everybody’s doing the goosestep out in Anaheim

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Mastermouse gonna feel no fear

Mickey’s gonna lead us to the new frontier

Everybody wants to be the perfect mouseketeer

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And there’s stukas over Disneyland

Stukas over Disneyland

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Jiminy Cricket wrote a victory speech

With Knottsberry Farm right in reach

Our liebestraum has been extended over Huntington Beach

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We’ll turn on the gas and you’re gonna see

How to achieve racial harmony

We need a perfect order and that’s our genetic destiny

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And there’s stukas over Disneyland

Stukas over Disneyland

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Got an SS ticket, I’m feeling fine

Spent five long hours just standing in line

Passed inspection, got my ears on straight

Gonna fire up my engines ‘fore it gets too late

I just can’t wait

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And there’s stukas over Disneyland

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“Stukas over Disneyland”

The Dickies

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Yep, already this is an awesome post – I can feel it.

(Click on song title for awesome YouTube audio.)

Although…. (spoiler alert) I will be mostly covering the amazing conspiracy bustin’ work of another person,

Ed Chiarini [aka DallasGoldBug.]

His website:

Wellaware1.com

A good portion of the images I’m presenting come from his work and his website. He used to have a YouTube channel with quite a number of videos, but it has since been removed by YouTube for “copyright infringement”. That’s how you know someone is revealing the truth: They don’t receive threats or are killed – they’re just not allowed to show their videos anymore. Anywhere.

Thank you, Ed.

age of volcanoes post note: Warning! This post does have some graphic images – my ire has been back up lately and there’s nothing more point-punctuating than a graphic image. However, I’ll make up for it with some always pleasant images of topless women. You’re welcome.

Seriously guys, what’s up? Both of you have bigger breasts than I do.

Um, yeah… I still want to get a picture of them anyway.

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Nonetheless, I did want this post to kick off the new year because Ed’s revelations have paralleled an increasing feeling I’ve been getting about reality: That most all of it is a con, a show…

…a lie.

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At this current time I still don’t have a scanner, otherwise I’d be showing you a cartoon I drew in 1998-99 as part of a series I called Test Planet Five, which appeared in a weekly local alternative publication. Therefore I will describe it:

A young boy is sitting at a bus stop – backpack at side, lunch in hand – obviously waiting to be taken to school. Near him is a woman leaning over to say something to him. She is pleasant looking and nicely dressed with one exception: Part of the skin of her face has been torn to reveal a reptilian eye and scales underneath (kinda like the TV show V). The skin hangs like a flap. The caption reads:

“Well, hey there little boy! Say, you wouldn’t happen to have any adhesives like tape or rubber cement in that bookbag of yours, would you? And don’t lie to me now… I can tell.”

The cartoon wasn’t about humorously ‘exposing the reptilian agenda’, it was simply drawn for the look of the boy being confronted with a fear he couldn’t understand, which gave him more a look of wincing pain than anything else, and an expression that read:

‘Why is this happening to me before my test in first period math?’ 

That’s how I’m personally feeling these days. Why did I have to incarnate into possibly the most nutty time period in all of human history?

Why?!

Now one might argue that other time periods, like the Middle Ages, were just as nutty. The crusades, bubonic plague, UFO sightings… they had it all. But at least they didn’t have to deal with the creator of Mickey Mouse possibly being “the most evil man that ever lived”….

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Illustration by Walt Disney Adolf Hitler

Yes, you are reading that correctly: That drawing was found behind a painting by Adolf Hitler [Note initials in bottom left].  This one too:

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Yep, folks, Adolf was that boring. You’d think he would draw a picture of Snow White topless, or getting spanked, or something… but instead he really liked Bashful and Dopey. In other words, his favorite Star Wars film would have been Return Of The Jedi.

Here’s a couple more paintings by Adolf:

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Hmm… not bad.

Oh, if only Jesus had been born in Germany….

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Did it surprise you Hitler was an artist? Of course it didn’t – it’s probably a standard question in Trivial Pursuit.

Is it surprising you that Hitler may have also been Walt Disney (Ed says they are)…. or are you laughing at me right now?

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Let’s take a look at our own leader….

Still laughing?

I don’t know about you, but those ears (even at different angles) look the same to me. That goes for the facial features too. Who is Obama? Who knows? But I do know that the whole ‘Osama’ persona is bullshit.

Here’s a video link where a man is giving a presentation to an audience about the oddity of Obama having extremely similar features to Malcolm X:

Is Obama related to Malcolm X?

Note that the audience’s emotional reactions are very vocal and genuine. Don’t even watch the video… just listen to it and know there is much truth to what he is showing. 

Still laughing at the Hitler/Disney connection?

I know, I know…. without forensic proof it doesn’t mean much and I could show you a bunch of ear and facial comparisons, but I’ll put Walt/Adolf on the back burner for now. However, that’s how one knows two different people are the same person: Their ears match. Your ear is like a fingerprint. No two are exactly alike, even the ones on each side of your head. That’s why the police take a mug shot of you facing to the left and the right.

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The many faces of Lindsay Lohan (Note top two mugshots having nearly perfect identical poses, yet she looks like two different people due to just lighting, makeup, hair color and part.)

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I just want to prepare you. Some comparisons and truth aren’t so ludicrous…. or hard to prove.

Just extremely hard to accept.

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Congresswoman Gabrielle Giffords and her husband astronaut Mark Kelly a complete lie.

This is it. In my opinion, the shooting of Congresswoman Giffords is the one mistake by the evil shapers of my reality that has caused the veneer to start peeling off their artificial reality. This incident is rife with so much fake BS it makes me wonder if it was intentionally done that way to be part of some plan ‘revealing’ the actors behind this drama.

Like Gabrielle Giffords.

What congressperson holds a political rally in a Safeway parking lot?

Would Nancy Pelosi do this?

Survey says: No fucking way.

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How the hell does a person survive a 9mm hollow-point gunshot wound to the head?

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Easy. It’s called photoshop.

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That, and acting.

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This is not Gabrielle Giffords. “Gabrielle Giffords” does not exist. There is no record of her in the National Archives. Not even her Congressional voting record.

So who the hell is this?

This is Rebecca Joy, a retired firefighter from Phoenix, Arizona. But that’s not who she really is – it’s just a fake persona.

You see, a real firefighter wouldn’t have a website (simpleawareness.com) which seems like a whole lot of work just to tell people to think and breathe. Firefighters typically want to inform people about something like… hmm, I don’t know… fire prevention?

But you can get a watch with her ‘remember to think and breathe’ logo for only $50. However, if you have Post-it notes you can write the words ‘think’ and ‘breathe’ on, maybe you could donate that $50 to Ed for the amazing work he’s done.

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According to Ed, Rebecca played the “role” of Gabrielle Giffords.

(She certainly is aware of all the photo-op secret hand signs.)

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Nobody died during the Giffords shooting because it was a staged event. All the people involved were actors: victims, witnesses, police, EMT workers… everyone.

Yet Gabrielle needed a slightly different look considering she survived something that normally would have removed a good part of her head, so another actor took over:

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Obviously that would mean the gunman Jared Lee Loughner is an actor too:

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And considering that local police/emergency teams responded to the scene, that would also mean there almost has to be an entire sheriff’s department filled with actors.

Yep.

It’s called the Pima County Sheriff’s Department.

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Here’s one of their officers/actors shown by Ed to be the Federal judge who was “killed” at the Giffords event:

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They also utilize other actors in other official roles:

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There is something I would like the actors behind this BS happening around me to be aware of before they read this post and decide to troll it:

A message from the living tiki to those who sold out:

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Hi. You are not the evil shapers of my reality. You are their bitches. You may think you’re something more. Nope: Bitches. Keep in mind the evil ones think nothing of what they did to Japan. Some of them couldn’t even care less about their own family. But the rest of you are just a bunch of actors. Jesters. Therefore, I will illustrate how expendable you are and what you’re in for with a YouTube clip of how one actress in the 1950′s didn’t know she was in for having her face made radioactive:

Disturbing commercial from the 1950′s

Wait – Come to think of it, you’re not actors. You’re not even real people. You’re set design.

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Perhaps in some way Ed was the only one who could show us how “all the world’s a stage”…

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Who is Ed Chiarini and what the hell am I talking about?

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Ed, also known by the nickname Dallasgoldbug, is a conspiracy researcher who has a background in the military, engineering and computers. Believe it or not, he’s actually worked for Disney and Halliburton. But don’t let that dissuade you from the truth. Sometimes you have to be close to evil to truly recognize it.

Ed also has the remarkable ability to remember faces….

Like this little demon spawn:

You may remember her as another victim of the Giffords shooting. “Christina Taylor Green” does not exist. She is a fictional character played by the real girl you see above…. and below:

Richard Sexton, Jennifer (Greenberg) Sexton, Emily and Samantha.

Her real name is Samantha Sexton, and her face is one of many that caught Ed’s eye when he was researching the Giffords shooting. But how did he get that family photo of her?

Happy 12th birthday, you little terrorist.

Well, Ed is also an excellent researcher, and his investigations led him to a family known as the Greenbergs. He was able to download over 5000 family photos from the Google Picasa account of the Greenberg family [without needing any security protocol or password at all - that's how brash and arrogant this family is] and started recognizing A LOT of faces he had seen previously in various unrelated news events.

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For example, this is Tony Greenberg:

Recognize him? He played the shoe bomber, the DC shooter, the guy who tackled the underwear bomber, various news reporters, a Libyan rebel,

David Rothschild,

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Al Qaeda cleric Anwar Al-Awlaki,

(say that 3 times fast)

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and the son of a completely fictitious person:

That’s Tony’s real wife, Anne (nee Levitman).

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Tony also has a daughter named Sydney…

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….but you know her as another lie:

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Who are the Greenbergs?

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Samantha with her great-grandfather, Maurice Greenberg.

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Actually,

a more proper question is,

who is the patriarch of the Greenberg family?

Meet Maurice Greenberg. But you know him better as Dr. Josef Mengele, the Angel of Death from Auschwitz. The second most famous Nazi in history.

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And there’s stukas over Disneyland.

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No, he didn’t die or flee to Argentina….

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Josef Mengele was brought to the U.S. after WWII in an operation called “Project Paperclip”, carried out by the CIA and funded by the Rockefellers.

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Unfortunately, he wasn’t the only one. There were at least 1600 (most likely thousands more) Nazis smuggled out of Germany.

Like this terrorist:

Meet Maurice Strong. But you may know him better as Adolf Eichmann, yet another Nazi with a nickname that ends in “of death”….

The upper photo pair is a comparison by Ed showing the plastic surgery Eichmann has had. Last I heard, Eichmann currently lives in Switzerland but Mengele is alive and well here in the good ol’ USA.

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Here’s another Nazi turned American who tried to convince you the world was going to end seven months ago:

Josef Goebbels is Harold Camping.

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Some people sold or gave away everything they owned because of this bastard’s lies and fear.

(The greatest earthquake ever known? Hmm… where have I heard that before?)

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Just ask yourself this question:

How the hell does a Nazi named Werner Von Braun go from hanging out with his Nazi and SS buddies….

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….to where he’s just five rows away from Hitler Disney the guy with the mustache….

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….to appearing on the cover of Time magazine for being a darling of the U.S. space program?

You know… that space program which was supposed to teach us about space, our planet, the moon, and life elsewhere but instead we got just more lies. I guess we should just be thankful Time didn’t add “of death” to “Missleman”.

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Did you know there was a Disney character rumored to be patterned after Werner Von Braun?

Ludwig Von Drake

I actually remember seeing Ludwig in various ’50s Disney cartoons explaining science and “the world of tomorrow” and such. I wonder what lies were imbedded in my subconscious from those…

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Hey Celtic Rebel, check out the shape of the tomato (complete with prolapse).

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Hold on to your lederhosen, because here’s where the fun begins.

You see, Mengele, Eichmann, and a third Nazi named Walter Kruminski decided to have families that intermarried with each other to create one huge evil family which is now psychologically terrorizing you with fake news stories to portray a much darker and depressing world than it really is.

Meet the fockers:

Download this image.

Learn to recognize these rats.

Flush them out.

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This family, along with help from the Rockefellers, along with help from the Pima County Sheriff’s Department, along with help from a film actor’s guild called the Independent Film Association of Southern Arizona (IFASA), is staging, scripting, and faking most all of the major news events you see and hear – yet resulting in very real societal changes and very real suffering and death.

They should be regarded as international terrorists and criminals.

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Now then,

let’s all hang on here for a moment because some of you might be saying:

“Hey wait a second, tiki – I’m just learning about all this from you….aren’t you rushing to judgement and being a bit harsh, especially with that sweet little girl?”

No.

Meet her cousin:

Arden Wohl

You see, I first learned about this girl in 1991 when I was still in the military. But her name wasn’t Arden back then… it was Nayirah, a fake nurse from Kuwait, and she was really, really trying to get me and my mates to give the Iraqis hell…. 

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And starting with Bush Sr. and ending with Bush Jr., hell is what we brought them…

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Hell and depleted uranium.

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And what goes around comes around.

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And hell is for children.

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Are you starting to see now? Arden doesn’t give a shit about you, your children, this planet, or anything except herself, her family, and their continued control over your life.

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But don’t worry America, at least we got Saddam!

Er… uh, at least somebody that our government told us was Saddam.

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They’re all having a pretty good laugh at your gullible stupidity too. Like this for instance:

This is the family of Christina Taylor Bullshit being consoled by the family of Barak Obasama. Check out “Christina’s” dad:

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He’s Scott Peterson. You know, that guy that killed his pregnant wife Lacy back in 2003…

But that’s not even “Scott Petersen”, because he’s just an actor employed by the Greenberg family to act out various roles in fictitious news stories.

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They media did give you a little truth about “Christina’s” grandfather though:

Dallas Green the baseball player is really the grandfather of Samantha Sexton. But then again, “Dallas Green” is another fake persona. His real name is Michael Greenberg, son of Maurice Greenberg (aka Josef Mengele) and father of Tony Greenberg.

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Now then (again),

let’s all hang on here for another moment because some of you might be saying:

“OK, tiki, don’t you think you’re going a bit paranoid nuts here with superficial evidence? Seriously… this is starting to sound like an Elvis sighting.”

No.

Ed Chiarini only needed to show me that one person from one news event was an actor to tell me the whole event is fake. And when it’s obvious that one person is acting in multiple different news events, like Tony Greenberg, the fake BS hits epic proportions.

I didn’t need Ed to tell me Tony was the Occupy DC shooter, I just got so used to Tony’s face I realized it myself:

But then again, all one needs to do is THINK about the story one is being forcefed – I’m certain there isn’t a human being on this planet who doesn’t know that if you shoot a gun at the White House for whatever reason, you will spend the rest of your life in jail. Nobody is that stupid.

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  Every news story these days should be regarded as BS until proven truth. And I would recommend a good start to that is going with gut instinct.

Like when I heard about the Natalee Holloway disappearance/murder:

Natalee Haul-away

It sounded like there was some potential BS going down, but the thing that stuck in my mind was that Natalee seemed so familiar looking.

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I just ignored that feeling until Ed recently revealed who “Natalee” really is:

Chelsea Clinton

Yep.

Think Ed’s nuts? Think I’m nuts? 

Is this Natalee? Chelsea? Even I forget and I downloaded the damn photo.

I’m pretty sure it’s Natalee, because she looks like Chelsea, but with Marcia Brady’s nose after she got hit with the football. Just compare the ears:

Also ask yourself: If Natalee was a real person, why do I keep seeing the same damn 4 or 5 photos of her over and over on the web? Didn’t she do anything else in her life except go to high school and Aruba?

And why the hell did her parents write two separate books about her (using the same damn photos)?

Hi. Even though I’m Natalee’s mother, there’s only been one photo ever taken of us together, so enjoy this same damn photo you’ve seen everywhere else.

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Hi. I’m Natalee’s father. I thought my wife was making all the money didn’t tell the whole story, so I wrote a book also. I too have had my photo only taken once with Natalee, but instead enjoy this same damn photo you’ve seen everywhere else.

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These news events aren’t just random acts of terror against us. Each one is part of a greater agenda, yet they are are tailor-made to affect specific minds. Christina Taylor Green, Caylee Anthony, pregnant Laci Peterson… these fictional events target people like my sister, a mother who works with special-needs children and who would naturally imagine these “news” children as her own and react to these stories in almost the same emotional way.

Whereas I, on the other hand, (due to the various military programming I’ve received, especially when a good percentage of my family has served as well) react to stories and events concerning soldiers and veterans. I was targeted by this fraud:

I knew Wikileaks was a fraud, but assumed part of it was to flush out all the potential whistleblowers to gain greater control over the release of information. I thought Bradley Manning was just an innocent who decided to take a stand, do the right thing, and was being very unjustly punished for it.

Nope. Bullshit:

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Ed called it too – In one of his videos made before Bradley Manning’s trial (which is currently taking place? I could care less now), he predicted there would be no videotape or photos from the trial, just drawings of lies.

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(The dead Iraqi civilians and other war crimes are real, however, as well as the donations sent to bradleymanning.org and couragetoresist.org.)

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Burdened with student loan debt? They’ve got an event and family member to mind-rape you in that area too:

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All of this staged and scripted trickery is much more than attempting to sway your current thoughts and opinion. It is part of mind-control happening over decades, and it is intertwined with politics and pop-culture in ways I am just beginning to understand….

Remember the photo of Richard Sexton (the father of “Christina”) with his family from above? According to Ed, this is his brother, but he’s using a name other than Sexton:

Jeffery Katzenberg

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Katzenberg as you know is the “K” in Dreamworks SKG, a very influential partnership in the entertainment industry along with Spielberg and Geffen. Now check out this discovery by Ed:

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Fans sure do love their pop eye-cons, so to frustrate those of you even more, here’s a different video comparison (other than Ed’s) of Lady Winehouse:

Lady Gaga is Amy Winehouse 100% proof

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POST UPDATE: Check out this little gem of a story I found from 2007:

John Ramsey And Beth Holloway Twitty Are Dating

Really? Really?!

The story of Jonbenet Ramsey was a complete lie. Ed didn’t need to reveal her parents as actors (or her as Gaga) to tell me that. But it does reveal how all this trickery is interwoven, not just in method but in content as well. They are making reality like a skipping record, repeating over and over and over….

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…and they have control over all aspects of it. Just a week after I saw Ed’s video showing what he has in graphic format above, the National Enquirer came out with the headline “Jonbenet’s Killer Commits Suicide In Jail.” It appears the evil ones are attempting damage control.

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In discerning the method of this mind control, one also has this very strange “coincidence”….

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Google images the name Dale Bozzio from the 80′s band Missing Persons along with the name Lady Gaga. You will be presented with dozens of images of two women you will be hard pressed to tell apart.

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Now, based on facial structure they don’t look like the same person to me (notable age difference too). But the similarities are so extreme (both in looks and fashion style) that I bet Dale can’t go outside anymore without being mobbed by Lady Gaga fans:

I’m Dale Bozzio, not Lady Gaga. Please go away.

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Dale has even sued Gaga for plagiarism.

But I doubt anything came of it, except possibly Dale realizing that her ‘persona’ was not her own, but a fabricated persona test-run by the record industry for someone else to take over and mind-control the teen masses. Someone who could be trusted more. Someone in the “family”.

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Hopefully you are starting to see how reality is not happening, not evolving, like it normally would. Decade after decade, layers upon layers of interconnected programming from different parts of society all shaping and forming an artificial reality which just keeps repeating over and over again.

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One of the first things I thought of when I heard that Giffords was married to an astronaut was this:

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Awesome illustration by Andrew Kolb (He turned the song into a picture book).

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Did you realize there’s a number of references to “an astronaut’s wife” in pop-culture?

“How well do you know the one you love?”

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Charlize even sported a ‘post-shooting’ Giffords haircut:

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I miss the Earth so much, I miss my wife

It’s lonely out in space

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“Rocket Man”

Elton John

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Tell my wife I love her very much -

She knows!

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“Major Tom”

David Bowie

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Across the stratosphere, a final message

Give my wife my love

Then nothing more

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“Coming Home (Major Tom)”

Peter Schilling

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I thought it an odd coincidence that Mark Kelley was scheduled to go on a shuttle flight (actually THE last flight of the shuttle Endeavour) shortly after his “wife” was shot.

Is it possible that “they” have been imprinting memes in our subconscious to prep us (much like 9/11) for these faked events? Does their artificial reality require constant mental “maintenance”?

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Here’s another theme I’ve been noticing lately:

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Is it true?

Has the creator answered my prayers?

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Am I actually living in the greatest time period of human history?

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Could reality finally be considered über-awesome?

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No.

Meet another actor:

(I think her boobs may be actors too)

She was at an International Go Topless Day event in Florida:

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As well as part of a topless protest at Occupy Wall Street:

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Who is she?

(Yes, another photo of her was absolutely necessary for identification)

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She’s Kelsey Grammer’s ex-wife, Camille:

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Er… that is when she’s not being other people…

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But wait – if she’s not “Camille” when she’s topless…

(Well, except for maybe a Playboy pictorial:)

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(OK, maybe a porno too:)

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….then who the hell is Kelsey Grammer?

Meet David Rockefeller Jr.

Again, like Obasama, what are the chances of two famous people (and their ears) looking incredibly alike…

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…when they also have connections to faked news (and topless shenanegans)? Didn’t Kelsey ever ask his wife, “Hey honey, why did I see you in a web video pretending to be some lady with a Slavic accent talking about new age mumbo-jumbo?”

Keep in mind “Camille” is a cast member of Real Housewives Of Beverly Hills:

A cast which also includes Kim Richards (aunt of Paris Hilton and child star of the UFO disinformation children’s movie Escape From Witch Mountain) and another person who is pretending to be someone other than who she is (or was) – Jacqueline Smith from Charlie’s Angels [far right].

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Wait… did someone say UFOs? (Oh, right… that was me.)

Well, it’s funny I should mention that, because my first thought upon seeing Camille be a spokesbreast for GoTopless.org was,

“Who is the genius behind GoTopless.org, and why the hell am I just finding out about this now?”

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International Topless Day 2011 was August 21. This year (it’s fifth) will be on August 26th. (Mark your calendars ladies. Please.)

There were demonstrations in Miami:

(Hi Camille)

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  Venice Beach:

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NYC:

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Asheville (That’s North Carolina):

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Hawaii:

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And South Korea:

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And that was the clue I needed to know who the mastermind is behind women shedding their tops, because I talked about him in a previous post (Well, that and the funky symbol ruining my view of some lovely Asian lady’s boobs):

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It’s none other than Räel (real name Claude Vorilhon), founder of the wacky Räelien UFO cult:

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Seriously, how does this guy do it?

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It’s not like he’s George Clooney, but yet women can’t seem to lounge around this guy enough…

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It’s like he’s the Hugh Hefner of UFOs…

Oh, wait… nevermind.

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See? You start sifting through the BS and I guarantee you’ll find an interesting new connection. “They” are covering all bases, so to speak. Oddly enough (connecting to people looking alike), the Räelians claim to have cloned the first ever human being through their biotech company, Clonaid.

And, with every conspiracy, there’s always UFOs popping up in the background…

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Still laughing at the Hitler/Disney connection?

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You may have been wondering why I said Ed may have been the only one who could’ve revealed to the rest of us all this staged phoniness. Sure, it’s due to his very perceptive eye and that he didn’t dismiss these similarities as coincidence, but also because he’s one of the few people in this whole truth movement who doesn’t let the evil ones and their bitches intimidate him. And someone like that is definitely a requirement going up against these inglorious basterds. Who else would also take the time to go out “in the field” to capture them on video personally?

Yet another reason stems from the web responses I’ve seen to his revelations – A lot of people don’t like being told the truth. At first I thought it was their egos unable to accept someone being more “perceptive” than they are, but now I feel it’s because they have to admit to themselves that they were total idiots for falling for this Hollywood crap in the first place (just like all of us), and that may be the hardest thing for them to do.

And, as perceptive as I’ve been in my blog with much of this material examined differently in previous posts, I must admit my gaze really needed to move further north when it came to seeing and realizing I was being worked:

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Otherwise, I would’ve noticed this cute topless protester with her perky, perky boobs….

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…was oddly also involved with the macing incident at Occupy Wall Street…

She’s the one in the middle, and actually gave the signal (caught on video) to the other actors for this fake event to start.

Officer “Tony Baloney” : They’re mocking our stupidity.

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….and was oddly also pretending to be a cop at the G20 summit in Canada involved with the “Officer Bubbles” incident….

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….and was oddly also an actor with a Facebook page where she looked a little different….

“Stephanie VonBast”

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….and oddly this Facebook page had a picture of her brother who looked very similar to the Ft. Hood shooter.

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Boobs sure are nice, aren’t they?

They sure can be a distraction from important stuff, though.

Question: What’s distracting you?

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OK, if you’ve made it this far in the post, there may be some hope for you. It’s not easy for someone to hear something like, oh….

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Mat Stone and Trey Parker, the creators of South Park, are in actuality Dylan Klebold and Eric Harris, the shooters in the Columbine High School tragedy – which was also a staged, fake event.  

I found this easier to accept than most because of everything else I’ve come to know about these two, but don’t worry – some day you will see Trey Parker acting a role in a “real” news event (which he did for the Virginia Tech shooting) and the undeniable truth of it will bitch-slap your brain out of it’s sleepwalking state.

Folks, this is how bad it’s getting:

I see Charles Manson. Who do you see?

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Maybe this final actor revelation by Ed might do it, because it’s the one that got his YouTube account pulled and all his videos removed:

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Tina Fey’s big (ego) mistake was acting the persona of “Truthergirl Sonia”, a conspiracy truther that’s part of a group on YouTube informing you of what’s really goin’ down:

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Naturally, since real truth-seekers have been burned before (and still) by the likes of Alex Jones and Jordan Maxwell, some people started questioning Sonia’s intentions.

Ed then decided to forensically compare her face and ear to that of someone Sonia looked incredibly like: Tina Fey.

Tina Fey is Sonia. Check out this video comparison by someone other than Ed:

Who is Tina Fey?

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But the mistake Tina made that was even bigger than her ego was having Bristol Palin at her side as “Truthergirl Karen”:

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Who is Bristol Palin?

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When you have the daughter of a Governor pretending to be a girl named Karen and hanging out with someone who not only looks A LOT like her mother, but also impersonates her mother….

Sarah and Bristol Palin are fictional characters.

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“Sarah Palin” (although the very real Governor of Alaska), is yet another completely made up person. And she was intentionally made to be a joke…

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Why else would John McCain choose her to be his running mate for President? – It certainly wasn’t to win.

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Think back to the “joke” that was Palin:

Her extreme ‘Alaskaness’…

Really, Sarah? A bear for a couch? (But damn! look at those legs!)

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The news conference with slaughter as a backdrop….

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The statement about targeting political opponents with crosshairs, which ties her to the Giffords shooting…

(Did you know “Bristol Palin” bought a five bedroom house in Arizona last year?)

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All the parodies of her which she didn’t seem to have a problem with, including a porno called “Who’s Nailin’ Paylin”…

In case you’re wondering, this woman may look a lot like Tina/Sarah, but she’s not her. Trust me… I can tell.

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It’s funny (both in ha-ha and non ha-ha format) that Tina may have actually been telling you it’s all been one big joke by giving Sarah that trademark wink:

“You betcha!”

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Now then (Final one, I promise),

lets all hang on here for a moment because some of you might be saying,

“OK, now I know you’ve gone off the deep-end tiki, because I distinctly remember both Sarah Palin and Tina Fey being in the same place at the same time.”

Yes.

So do I.

And it was weird to watch (and strangely hard to get a video clip of it to show you):

It was when Sarah Palin made a guest appearance on SNL. Tina Fey opened with her trademark impersonation, but while giving her gag “press conference”, she was informed by another cast member that the “real” Palin was on the set and was coming out. Instead of showing there’s no hard feelings by having an impersonation duel with the ‘real deal’ (like every other comedian in the universe who impersonates someone famous), Tina exits the stage quickly like Sarah’s going to hit her or something – without any verbal exchange whatsoever (not even making eye contact).

What does this prove? Well, take a look at them above. I remember Sarah passing by and looking at Tina in a strange “giving her the once over” type look which seemed somewhat ‘off the mark’ – that’s why Sarah is looking at the floor in front of Tina. Could this be a video composite SNL didn’t quite match up perfectly?

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But in my opinion, the best evidence is the response to all this from “Truthergirl Sonia” herself:

What does one do when one is very seriously accused of criminal fraud and psychological terrorism? Why, one produces a ridiculous rap video of course!

EXPOSED! (The ear doesn’t lie)

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But wait… what about me? I do happen to use a secret identity nom de plume…

All I can say is that if I am one of them, I wouldn’t have recently put iron-on patches on my tennis shoes to make them last a couple more months. Yep – no slick SNL style rap videos from me anytime soon.

However, I have been accused of actually being a living garden gnome, and not the living tiki. As you can clearly see, we are not the same:

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Now, I’m sure you all have scrolled down to this part to see if I’ve concluded this post with some startling, undeniable visual proof I’ve been building up to that Hitler is Disney.

Nope – sorry.

I did think this photo of Hitler (with some actress named Olga) had Disney’s ‘pleasantly surprised’ raised-eyebrows trademark look:

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Instead, let’s make one last comparison from the Celtic Rebel School of Investigation:

Most all the evil bastards controlling our lives are pedophiles.

It’s obvious Disney liked children. Was Disney a pedophile?

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Since absolutely everything about this one image confirms the Rebel’s insights, I would say highly likely.

Plus, I thought I’d throw in this photo which the Rebel’s readers would find relevant:

It’s Gay Day at Disneyland (Yes, the park actually has one).

They’re riding a log. Heh.

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Was Hitler a pedophile? Did Hitler even like children?

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Here’s something you won’t read in Trivial Pursuit:

HITLER

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Children and animals.

Do these photos look like an evil dictator intent on racial genocide and world domination, or could this be Walt Disney letting his real personality slip through his Adolf persona?

The first photo I showed is one with a girl named Bernile whom, along with her siblings and mother, would visit Hitler regularly at his country home – Even after Hitler’s advisers informed him they were Jewish.

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Now then,

(Ha! I lied)

Let’s all hang on here a moment, because some of you might be saying,

“Um, tiki… Germany and America were separated by a large ocean with no jumbo jets to avoid months of travel time, not to mention both were protected by opposing armies.”

*ahem*

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Hmm… I’m thinking you haven’t read my blog much.

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The evil shapers of our reality have been utilizing knowledge and technology left over from the civilizations prior to ours, like Atlantis.

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And the lost continent of Mu.

(It’s where we got the symbol of the swastika.)

They started “our” recorded history (pretending to be gods/aliens) with technology we only recently have today:

Well, unless the ancient Egyptians had helicopters and jets they didn’t tell us about.

Or light bulbs:

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Hey… even I’m still trying to figure out this weirdness happening to celebreties which kind of relates to all the facial doppelganger wackiness:

What the hell is going on with Beyonce’s forehead?

What the hell is going on with Angelina’s jaw?

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Or how about this - Here’s a YouTube link of an interview with Casey Anthony’s mother Cindy, which Ed has identified as another actor. Watch as some digital weirdness keeps forming around her face which she silently acknowledges by pointing to her face a couple of times as if to say to the camera operator, “It’s happening again.”:

Casey Anthony / Cindy speak about the shovel

(If link doesn’t work type in title)

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And finally we have the $64,000 question: How does one act upon this information? Well, I told you these people should be regarded as international terrorists and criminals. Regarded, not treated. There is no possible way these people will get prosecuted by the system, because they created and control the system. The keys to overcoming them and this artificial reality they’ve created is simple:

1.) Call them out – Let them know you know. And let your “elected” representatives know you know.

2.) Stop giving them and their mind-control your money and attention – De-link yourself from the system as much as possible. Yes, this means not watching television. Stop blaming the scorpion for stinging you.

3.) Peaceful non-compliance. Topless is even better.

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Take time to discover the reality they are distracting you from.

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“Show me a day when the world wasn’t new”

- Sister Barbara Hance

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ONGOWA!

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The mood is right

The spirit’s up

We’re here tonight

And that’s enough

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Ever wondered why we have Santa Claus?

I’m sure you have. But then you got on the internet and found ten billion different origins and reasons confusing you even more.

He’s a saint:

He’s Satan:

He’s Thor:

He’s Nimrod:

He’s a mushroom:

(If you’ve ever wondered why the reindeer fly)

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Confused?

That’s what they want. The evil shapers of our reality don’t want you to simply ask the question….

Why am I putting my child on this strange guy’s lap?

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And there you have it: We’ve made a holiday tradition of training our children to become victims of pedophiles.

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The party’s on

If the feeling’s here

That only comes

This time of year

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Alex Robinson from Too Long In This Place (sidebar link) recently did a post about the “dark side” of ice cream, which included the sinister nature of ice cream trucks, and it occurred to me how we’ve come to accept the ‘tradition’ of the ice cream truck coming around during summertime (I grew up with them driving up and down my various childhood neighborhoods.) 

Don’t accept candy from strangers….

….unless of course they have a van with colorful stickers and hypnotic music-box melodies. Then by all means… here’s five bucks – don’t bother me for an hour or so.

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We’re certainly giving our children mixed messages, but a big clue as to why we do this was given to us by a man who absolutely loves children, Stephen Spielberg.

“Some secrets we keep. Some are kept from us.”

In this TV miniseries about alien abductions, there’s a scene of a little boy being taken by an alien. Was he abducted in the ‘usual way’ by being lifted through the air (and walls) into a waiting craft? No – He was led away from his home through his bedroom window by an alien disguising himself as a cartoon-looking, human-sized squirrel.

Spielberg wanted you to think the alien was doing this so to not frighten the child.

Um, Stephen… aliens would never supplant a ridiculous false memory like that. You know that.

  But pedophiles would. You know that too.

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If you have followed the work of the Celtic Rebel (and a little of mine), you would know that the evil shapers of our reality are pedophiles. It’s part of who they are and how they operate. And they want your children (and you) to be confused as hell as to whom you should trust:

Creepy guy in a van offering candy = NO

Santa, aliens, ice cream men, costumed characters = YES

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For crying out Christmas, they’re even showing you what “St. Nick” is all about:

(No… he wasn’t the patron saint of children bathing.)

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But yet we still put our children on the laps of some really creepy guys:

(Santa also likes to give out handcuffs as gifts.)

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We’ll even put them on the laps of creepy guys who only somewhat look like Santa Claus:

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Santa’s appearance has gone through many changes over the years….

Here’s an 1862 drawing by Thomas Nast that makes him look like a Bacchus party animal:

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He apparently was also an Indian guru:

(I’d obey the floating Santa head)

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Yet he’s mostly had that Gandalf wizard-type look:

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But somewhere along the way it was imprinted in all our minds to let this strange old man with magical abilities have a free pass into our homes, and complete access to our children.

Simply because he loves children.

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A lot.

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He loves children so much he wants to bring them presents for free (but only when they’re sleeping, so they won’t be 100% sure that it was Santa that fondled them left them presents.)

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How did we come to accept this? It’s not like Santa started out looking all cute and cuddly…

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I’m wondering what parent allowed this photo to happen.

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The choir of children sing their song

They’ve practiced all year long

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Parents, your children are telling you something. Are you paying attention?

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To be honest, I really don’t enjoy this time of year. It seems to have been orchestrated to be as stressful and time-consuming as possible.

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I did find the perfect greeting card for the season, however:

It’s disturbing, confusing, and hilarious all at the same time – kinda like Christmas.

And the perfect song (click on link for YouTube audio):

Wonderful Christmas Time

I titled this post with a bit of sardonic humor (obviously) but also because that is the title of a song which has been driving me crazy over the past month. It wasn’t the Paul McCartney version I was hearing everywhere, it was a female singer’s cover which sounded like she was bitterly screaming out the song almost in a Bjork like way. I had to know who it was, and it finally took a friend with an cellphone app for identifying songs to tell me….

Demi Lavato.

Now I know why she was singing like that. She works for Disney.

She’s also telling you in other ways:

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Since I don’t have children of my own, I’m not sure what advice I could give parents in dealing with this whole Santa nuttiness. I can only recommend trying to have a winter solstice that is simple and wonderful.

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The word is out

About the town

So lift your glass

And don’t look down

We’re simply having a wonderful Christmas time

Simply having a wonderful Christmas time

“Wonderful Christmas Time”

Paul McCartney

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Why can’t Santa be a normal pervert?

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From the age of volcanoes and the living tiki…

best wishes this season and a simply wonderful 2012 to everyone.

ONGOWA!

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Consider this posting an odd follow up to my “Fair Trade” post. But also consider it the first shot of many across the bow of the apocalypse. We’re heading into the “final countdown” and I want to start a series addressing and eliminating the artificial reality that permeates my existence.

It’s been awhile since my last post and I feel terrible about it. I started out trying to rise above this manure pile of a reality, but instead seem to have become mired in it. I’m still struggling to stay afloat, still occasionally depressed by all the BS, and still have neither dame nor ukulele. And this has caused me to neglect my creativity in blog postings and art, and subsequently neglect my readers (and myself). I also get kinda cranky when I can’t research aliens or dinosaurs.

With this particular post, I’ll be examining what is happening to what we eat.

I had an epiphany when a co-worker was making a lunch run. I had skipped breakfast and was starving. “Where are you going?” I asked. “Taco Bell,” he replied. “Ugh…. (my stomach growled)… um, get me a couple of somethings that don’t have meat.” He returned with a bean, cheese, and rice burrito and a potato soft taco. Either they were actually tasty, or I was really, really hungry. Then I looked at the bag and thought…

What the hell am I doing?

Did you notice the reptilian eye? That’s what made me realize I had just been suckered by the evil shapers of my reality. And it wasn’t the fact that what I was eating – even though composed of the most basic ingredients - had probably been genetically modified and processed into something completely different from food…. it was the fact that the money I gave them will be used to create more suffering in this world, both animal and human, and more control over my own life.

How can Taco Bell control my life? Because it’s not Taco Bell, it’s a subdivision of a growing (I would say already established) global food network. A network with very few people at the top dictating who eats what.

Now, I could spend hours researching the connections between companies, or tracking global food imports and exports, or even doing a whole post on Monsanto, but as I’ve said before…. I like my reality simple. And I can always count on the evil bastards in control to tell me what’s going on in the most simplest way:

We have clowns serving us shit.

It’s funny how people have trouble waking up to that fact. Even yours truly.

ONGOWA!

So consider this post a way for me to state that this particular bullshit in my life ends here and now… and to remind myself why.

The holiday season invites gluttony. I’m here to tell you to stay hungry.

But first… a related personal anecdote:

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Whenever life gets to me, for some reason I always go to the birds….

A few weeks ago, while driving my truck down a busy boulevard around noon, I spotted a pigeon sitting on the dashed line between lanes. It was in a nesting position, with everything tucked in. Since it was on my left side, I slowed as I passed and glanced to see if it was dead. Instead, it looked directly at me.

My gaze shifted to my rear-view mirror to check on the pigeon. It was still there, immobile, with only sporadic head bobs. I started debating in my mind about stopping to see if I could at least get it out of traffic. What’s to debate, you might say? Was I downgrading the worthiness of the common pigeon? No – the debate was the fact that I once personally witnessed a human being get killed by a car [on the freeway - yeah, that bad], and although I didn’t vomit like some of the other witnesses, the severity of what I saw has made me slightly squeamish about crossing through traffic ever since. 

I turned on an adjacent street and parked. Walking on the sidewalk, I looked for the bird in the boulevard but it wasn’t there anymore. A flutter of wings caught my eye and I saw that another pigeon was now flying around the first one, waiting for a break in traffic, and then landing and pecking at the first one to move. The first pigeon responded with a limped effort every few feet towards the curb. There were some very close vehicular calls.

As I approached, the two pigeons had made it to a driveway but were still in danger of a car rapidly pulling into the parking lot. I then noticed that another person had witnessed the plight of the birds and was already picking up the injured one. He was a Mexican man (the parking lot had a Mexican restaurant – a real one), and from the way he held the pigeon it was apparent he had handled birds before. I determined the pigeon had the best chance of survival in his hands and walked back towards my truck. 

Did I tell you this story to illustrate how caring I was? Not really. I think that damn pigeon gave me a guilt trip with it’s little puppy-dog eyes. But then again, I did once hit and kill a cat with my own car (please don’t hate me – he darted out!). It was awful. The cat first jumped around in reaction to the pain from internal injuries, but soon flopped down and cried out until it no longer had breath. Of all my experiences, I believe that sound is what makes me try to prevent any creature from suffering such a terrible, violent death. I would prefer not to hear it again.

Two humans and another pigeon. Those were the only friends that pigeon had on this planet in it’s time of need.

Most creatures aren’t so lucky:

Yesssss… made it in time before breakfast ended! I’m lovin’ it!

In 2001, there was a woman driving late at night intoxicated with drugs and alcohol who hit a homeless man walking alongside the road.  He smashed into the front windshield and became stuck there. She didn’t stop to call 911, but instead continued driving until reaching her home whereupon she parked her car in her garage and went inside to bed… with the man still in the windshield, alive and whimpering for help. He later died from blood loss, still in the windshield.

The woman was a former nurse’s aide, by the way.

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We are too busy consuming our holy day creatures to see the elephant on our dinner plate. And this diseased elephant is controlled by the clown mafia:

Killer Clowns From Outer Space you might call them, because they certainly don’t respect our home or it’s inhabitants [and - evoking the movie of the same name where the clowns ate humans - that includes YOU.] Be aware of this every time you decide to patronize one of these “establishments.”

Over the Thanksgiving holiday, the godfather of the Killer Clown Mafia made you aware of it’s modus operandi:

If you believe  McDonald’s was clueless as to the abusive and unsanitary practices of it’s egg supplier, you are the clueless one. Allow me to present exhibit A:

The McRib

What is it made out of? Well, aside from some ingredients which are basically the equivalent of what is used to stuff yoga mats, they are made from this cute little fellow:

But what’s so different about this particular meat food product?

“For a limited time only.”

Wait….what? Did the Earth suddenly experience a rapid growth in the pig population? No. McDonald’s experienced a rapid growth in greed. In other words, they bred a ton of pigs specifically to extensively peddle their flesh and pick up some major extra cash this holiday season.

But they care about chickens. Right.

This is a still frame from the abuse at the chicken ranch.  Now, I could try to save the lives of a few more creatures on this planet [both animal and human] by showing you a bunch of horrible photos of animal abuse, but I doubt that would be effective, or else the Killer Clown Mafia wouldn’t exist anymore. Besides, as the Celtic Rebel has pointed out numerous times in numerous ways, if people aren’t going to stop to help a pigeon, they’re certainly not going to stop eating McRibs.

And I let you know that’s also why the evil human powers that be (not aliens) have your carte blanche permission to mutilate as many cattle as they want. 

However, I will not dismiss abuse so easily….

Abuse is not neglect. It doesn’t come from laziness or greed. It comes solely from the evil desire to feed off the suffering of another creature. Only a deranged sadist can swing an animal around on a chain (I’m guessing there’s not going to be a soft landing).

And he’s doing it before finally killing the bird and giving it to you to consume.

Every time you hear the words “animal abuse”, just imagine yourself in the movie Hostel (or Abu Ghraib – same thing): 

You’re in a cold, dark, heartless place.

You’re broken and chained to prevent escape.

And you don’t have two humans and a pigeon as friends in your time of need. There is only you and a psychopath who wants you to suffer as much as possible.

Why did the chicken cross the road?

If this doesn’t make you stop eating McRibs, I can only think of one more extremely graphic and shocking photo to show you:

[Warning - Explicit image to follow]

  Betty White eating a hot dog:

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However, I feel the best way to view what the Killer Clown Mafia are all about is to see them with the eyes you haven’t looked with for a long, long time – the eyes you had in Atlantis. And Mu.

Wait…what?

I believe the key to understanding just how much our reality is screwed up [not just food] is to try to imagine (or factually reconstruct) what the civilizations that existed before ours were like. I’m no expert on Atlantis, but I can guarantee they didn’t have a chain of restaurants called “Burger King”.

And their children certainly didn’t look like this:

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You don’t need to know exactly what Atlantis or Mu were like, you just have to imagine something not infected with evil. Something different.

What we all need to understand is that the evil shapers of our reality are attacking us not as Americans, or Christians, or even tikis….

but as a species:

And they’re having a good laugh too. Why else would they have clowns serve us shit?

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Perhaps an even better way to view all this is from the age of volcanoes first official alien correspondent, X’kalak:

Actually, X’kalak is an alien robot, and I’m not sure where it’s from [It showed up after the last post... maybe I mentioned aliens and Brazil one too many times], but it provides great observations about the human condition (However, each one costs me either a blood or sperm sample, so X’kalak may be a temporary age of volcanoes correspondent.)

**bleep^^dekka dekka om teek^^bleep**

X’kalak dekka Sol 3 report: Prime species chemical energy absorption:

The majority population of Sol 3 prime species has relinquished both individual and collective control over their primary means of functioning: Ingestion and absorption of organic chemical energy [ref.367-data-read-food].

The collection, processing, and distribution of this food is a centralized mechanism, overseen and programmed by very few units [ref.588-data-read-individuals] of the species. These individuals have the ability to determine and program the type and quantity of the food provided to most of the entire species, as well as denying the species the food itself.

Based upon prior field excursions, no other planetary species has relinquished individual or collective control over it’s primary means of functioning unless they are slaves, pets, or energy sources [ref.197-data-read-livestock]. Cannot determine at current time which of the three describes Sol 3 prime species. End report.

**bleep**

Thanks, X’kalak! What’s that? Oh, right… the um…. the sample. Say… you wouldn’t happen to have a super hot naked alien babe wit-

-alright, here’s my arm…

Ow!

X’kalak is correct. Do you know where your food comes from? How it is processed? Or, most importantly, do you grow or produce your own food?

You probably answered no to the above three questions and instead only obtain your organic chemical energy from one of these many places:

Or possibly other places which prepare the food for you:

But where did they get the food?

The actual food (obviously) comes from different places and producers, but all those different producers fall under all the regulations, laws, ownership, and control of the global food network. You don’t need to know how all these food suppliers/processors are interconnected, just look at how one of the above supermarkets is just one part of the mini-retail empire below:

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Do you trust your food source to a business who also deals in electronics? I wouldn’t, because it typically leads to streamlining everything to be cheaper and faster, where the end result is pet food killing your dog, and your baby formula containing wall plaster.

And for everything not produced in China we have this cute little fellow:

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You may remember from my Star Wars postings I have some friends who played the Star Wars “award ceremony” theme at their wedding. One Christmas, I gave them a Stormtrooper helmet cookie jar. It contained candy and was made in China. My friends jokingly thought I was attempting to poison them because they read the ingredients label to me – which sounded like the ingredients of a cough drop – and the strangest part was the last line:

“May contain shrimp.”

With the global food network, there may be a lot of things your food (and your body) may contain that would surprise you.

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And be wary going green, natural, or organic – The evil bastards have anticipated this reaction, and have plenty of companies with plenty of logos to service your new concern:

See that yellow-green sunburst in the middle? That’s the logo of BP (British Petroleum).

Yeah, real fucking green.

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Here’s how I personally realized that all businesses (food, electronics, and otherwise) appear to be interconnected with just a very few people at the top:

Star Wars Episode I: The Phantom Menance

Ohmygod something new that says Star Wars!

I must have it. I must have it!

Like any Star Wars fan, I was eagerly awaiting the premiere of Star Wars: Episode I. Lucas could have filmed cows dropping patties in a field for two hours, and fans would have still waited in line for weeks to see it….

which is what he did, but he also gave a hint about the global food network by connecting his mind control and money-whoreness to a fast-food empire:

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My memories of the original Star Wars film are just that – Star Wars. My memories of The Phantom Menace include the Killer Clown Mafia franchises above because they were so heavily marketed with the film. Lucas knew our children would get addicted to the crap served up by the global food network. Fuck you George Lucas.

Without serious research, I would surmise that (unless you have access to a local farmer’s market) most all your food comes from the same ultimate distributor – this global food network which has only a few hidden hands directing the future and shape of what humanity eats.

Do you know Papa John’s Pizza’s slogan? “Better ingredients, better pizza.” Did you know that Papa John’s ingredients (cheese, peperoni, bell peppers, mushrooms, etc.) come from the same exact distributor of ingredients for Domino’s Pizza, their biggest “competitor”? You’re basically getting the same damn pizza, just put in a different colored box.

And how else can a CRAPPY American hamburger restaurant be found fucking everywhere?

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Some country that lets cows roam freely in front

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And Israel. Where you have the choice of your cow being stunned unconscious by captive-bolt to the brain and drained of blood, or being drained of blood humanely by a Rabbi. If you’re a meat-eater, I recommend the brain-bolt beef: First, the words “humane” and “Rabbi” have never really gone well together and second, the beef might contain traces of the animal’s final terror-adrenaline which may give you that added energy boost to get you through the day (Just ignore the nightmares when you go to bed.)

You think its different because it’s foriegnly packaged different….

But it’s still a McRib.

Or it may not even be a McRib at all…

It’s fried-somethingtastic!

…but I can still guarantee they are doing something unnatural with it:

If you’ve ever wondered what Chicken McNuggets look like before hitting your dinner plate, here ya go…

You didn’t think those were whole chicken nuggets did you? (I think there’s some ammonium added to that paste as well to kill bacteria.)

Even Taco Bell had to be sued to admit that most of it’s beef was “filler”:

Ingredients: Whatever was swept off the floor of the maquiladoras of Tijuana.

Thank you for suing us. At first we thought you cared about what you were eating, but then we realized you just simply wanted more dead cow. Well, your gluttonous wish is our command – We have all our favorites, but now with four times the freakin’ beef!

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These restaurants are required to tell you how bad their food is for you….

Are you paying attention?

How about this… Did you know that all the “good looking” fish are being so extensively fished from the world’s oceans that McDonald’s had to resort to a lesser known (and less attractive) aquatic denizen for it’s daily fillet-o-fish production?

Say goodbye to the tasty looking North Atlantic White Fish….

…and hello to the South Pacific Hoki:

Mmmm… let’s get a closer look at your dinner:

Bon Appetit.

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The first town I remember living in (ages 5-8) was so small (and so 1970′s) it didn’t even have a McDonald’s, which has almost become a standard for describing how small or “out-of-touch” a town is. 

We instead had a Hobo Joe’s:

First I had to go through the suggestive pedophilia of Hobo Joe’s,

then the suggestive racism of Sambo’s….

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….to finally be peddled to by the Killer Clown Mafia.

I feel this is why it was fairly easy for me to stop eating their food (yet still have the occasional relapse). However, I feel today’s youth are not so easily able to curb their addiction. They’ve been raised on McDonald’s since they could eat solid food.

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Actually, I stopped eating fast-food not when I became a vegetarian, but when their food became disgusting. At one time it was tasty, but then turned to crap – and lots of it….

Is the human body even capable of digesting an ultimate bacon cheeseburger?

The McRib doesn’t even look visually appealing:

These food products can’t be because the public is demanding them. They are instead force-fed to the (global) population for a variety of different reasons – the most important of which is the fact that the children you saw eating McDonald’s above will probably never even come close to spiritual enlightenment.

I’m suspecting another reason may possibly be that the evil people in control of our food made a bet to each other that they could not only get the masses to relinquish personal control over where their food comes from (or even preparing it themselves), but could also make food as crappy and unhealthy as possible and still get people to eat it.

Allow me to present exhibit B:

Miss Turkey’s ass:

Don’t get me wrong… Miss Turkey (Gizem Memic) has a spectacular ass.

And an even better front:

But when this Turkish delight is used to sell dead bird flesh, it’s getting kind of disgusting….

And it’s seriously confusing my penis.

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You see, the Killer Clown Mafia is getting desperate because a lot of us are waking up to the fact that we have clowns serving us shit and so Carl’s Jr. decided to go for broke by selling their shit using sex. That’s how you know they’re desperate… sex has always been used to sell a lot of things (even food) but not so much with dead animal flesh.

In the past, the Killer Clown Mafia resorted to cute and colorful imagery:

  Don’t show the food in reality:

You’ve got to cartoonize it:

See… those chicks look tastier already. Think I’ll pick up some KFC tonight.

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Or else they used sexual imagery, but subliminally:

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But now Carl’s Jr. has set the bar to blatant sexual imagery:

And suggestion:

Does anybody think Paris Hilton eating dead flesh is sexy?

Can Paris even look sexy eating anything?

Survey says: No.

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And this opened the flood sewer gates to blatant sexual disgusting advertising:

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C’mon baby….

….open your snackhole.

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OK Arby’s, this one yet again just confuses my penis:

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It’s getting so bad that even anti-Killer Clown Mafia activists have to resort to sex [ref.169-data-read-women-in-bikinis] to get their message across:

And this really confuses my penis.

Especially when PETA (probably run by the same evil bastards screwing us and our animals over) resorts to the dehumanization of women in bikinis:

Dammit PETA, this is making my penis cry… and not in that “Because he’s so happy” way.

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Although the torture of animals is OK with Christians so long as the people preparing the tortured animal flesh aren’t gay.

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However, ladies, the Killer Clown Mafia isn’t targeting your snackhole [ref. 33-data-read-anus]. Instead, the crosshairs are set on probably the most important area of your anatomy:

The prime target of the evil shapers of our reality is our children, and they are starting their evil work even before our children are born.

Cartoon Miss Turkey illustrating the location of the portal of great happiness… and the room of the future it leads to.

How is each subsequent generation of humanity turning out if the previous ones are consuming more and more artificial crap? 

I can’t tell you that, but I can tell you I met a guy in his early twenties who loved McDonald’s, and had never eaten a banana and had no desire to do so. A banana. Sure, there was a lot of other natural foods this man had amazingly never eaten, like pears and broccoli, but it was the banana that made my jaw drop.

He looked pale and gaunt, by the way.

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What change is needed in the DIEt of humanity? Without being a nutrition expert of any kind, I would surmise the answer is very easy:

1. Eat as natural as possible.

2. Eat as meat free as possible.

3. Know what you are eating and where it came from.

But if you find it difficult to change your eating behavior, I would suggest asking one simple question before eating anything:

Why am I eating this?

I started this post telling you to stay hungry, and I meant it. Being financially incorrect [ref.272-data-read-poor] over the past year has prompted [ref.414-data-read-forced] me to fast periodically for brief periods. If you can get over a couple of days of ohmygodIamsofuckinghungry, believe it or not you actually start to look and feel a little better, and have more energy. There’s a reason every major religion has a period of fasting.

  Plus, believe it or not, I feel one becomes more creative and active by going hungry. For lack of a better term, you “hunger” for something more – to be something more – and you won’t try to attain that something more if your creative juices are too busy attempting to digest an ultimate bacon cheeseburger. There’s a reason an artist is always better when they’re starving.

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Refuse to swallow their shit.

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You’ll be a better person for it.

And your penis will no longer be confused.

(Maggie Q may even make it happy enough to get another report from X’kalak)

ONGOWA!

Q: And the name of the ship in the desert was…

Anyone?

Anyone?

A: The Cotopaxi

Apologies for my prolonged absence (I’m really sorry!) – I experienced my usual delays and distractions along with some unusual ones, but am slowly making a comeback.

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And you run and you run to catch up with the sun

But it’s sinking

Racing around to come up behind you again

The sun is the same in a relative way

But you’re older

Shorter of breath, and one day closer to death

“Time”

Pink Floyd

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Something drew me back to examining Close Encounters Of The Third Kind. I think it’s because during my recent rants about reality I found some UFO weirdness happening in the background. This prompted a comment about the famous coordinates in the film actually being those of the Denver airport, not Devil’s Tower.

Close Encounters was not made for entertainment (except to fulfill Spielberg’s pedophile fix). I think Steven was handed a story and told, “People are getting serious about UFOs. Supplant this crap in their minds instead.”

I felt I needed a mental squeegee to reveal the “implants.”

Yep, I’m reviewing a 34 year old movie. Which I’m guessing could be the same exact review for a more recent Spielberg pile of dung called Super 8 which I didn’t see (Maybe that’s the age Spielberg thinks boys are just super!).

Hey, at least with my blog I saved you from wasting your time watching Conspiracy Theory with Jesse Ventura….

Apparently Jesse thought the best look for an author is the “Telling a ghost story with a flashlight under your face” look.

age of volcanoes book review: Don’t Start The Revolution Without Me sounds like Jesse cares until he recently got an airport security pat-down and felt violated enough to publicly say he’s had it with this encroaching fascism and will either run for president or leave the country. So either go ahead with the revolution or hold off for awhile. Jesse’s still deciding and needs time to look more like Satan:

Jesse plans to salt the earth before he leaves. He means it.

Yeah…. an airport pat-down. That’s what finally set him off.

You know what set me off, Jesse? When I learned that a lot of what I do helps support the institutionalized raping of children, the destruction of the feminine and masculine, and the unnecessary torture and slaughter of animals [Word to the Rebel. True dat.]. BTW Jesse, that story about those TSA airport screeners being arrested for having child porn happened before you had your “moment of enlightenment.”

But I guess I shouldn’t be too hard on Jesse… after all, he has a much bigger audience than me and there’s a reason for that:

What do you do when you’re a Penn State University student and you’ve just learned that the assistant football coach has been molesting boys for years, and the head coach knew about it, did nothing, and was fired as a result?

Jerry Sandusky, child raper.

Why, you riot of course!

No, no… not because the university probably was aware of this going on and allowed the raping of children to continue, but because a beloved long-time head coach was fired during the height of the college football season (for, um… allowing the raping of children to continue.)

Hey Penn State students… since you’ve said nothing about Jerry Sandusky’s “Second Mile” program that “helps” troubled children (uh-oh, here we go all Boys Town again)…

….does this mean you’re still in favor of the continuing raping of children?

Man, do I hate it when religion gets involved….

‘Cause that means the child raping is going to get all sugary-sweetly creepy:

This is a book by Christian preacher Michael Pearl which has drawn controversy for advocating corporal punishment on children such as using a switch on toddlers as young as six months old (but all in the name of Christ!).

Hmm… I would like to direct everyone’s attention to the fact that if this picture were slightly blurred, it would look like the child is holding an adult male penis. This is not by accident. Neither is the “train” reference. This is not a manual for disciplining a child.

Did you know Spielberg likes to have trains in his movies?

Trains and little boys.

“How old are you?”

“Eight.”

“Want to live to be nine?”

“Yeah.”

“Then you’re going to see Pinocchio tomorrow night.”

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I’d probably keep your child away from this film too:

Let me state it again for emphasis – this is institutionalized child raping. In all strata of our “civilized” society: religion, sports, business, politics, entertainment. In fact, all these “strata” are just tentacles of the same evil octopus. That’s why you have a wrestler/actor/governor acting like a whiny narcissistic bitch right now.

So let’s go back in time before Jesse was famously irrelevant. Back to a year I used to call “The coolest year ever”….

A year where the ignorant masses were first introduced to the ultimate in alien fantasy, and then the ultimate in alien “reality”….

The year of our Lord,

Nineteen Hundred and Seventy Seven.

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As a young boy in 1977, I was the target for the tag-team of Lucas and Spielberg. You may not even want to read this – As their primary target, I might have been programmed in such a way that you are now seeing the result of my being “triggered” to spread dis-information. Close Encounters premiered six months after Star Wars, and my Mom told me that the moment I arrived home after seeing it, I drew the alien mothership from memory (Very well, according to Mom. Note to everyone: Save everything you draw. EVERYTHING.)

I recommend seeing Close Encounters only if you wish to see for yourself the evil magic I will be illustrating in this post. However, considering that Melinda Dillon is braless throughout the entire film (trust me, I’ve diligently examined), and considering when she’s not wearing tight 70′s jeans…. she’s wearing tight 70′s jean shorts, I would accept this rationale as well. 

But remember, Spielberg is very much a part of what Celtic Rebel described as the Holy Wood Homosexual Pederast Priest Class [pederast being used again rather than the child-friendly "pedophile"], and the more money you give him, the more pederasty will take place. What’s that you say? Spielberg? A pederast? I must be joking?

“Sylvia… We’re going on an adventure.” (Actual dialogue)

This is a scene in the movie where Richard Dreyfus is waking up his children after he’s encountered the UFOs. They are shown in funny sleeping positions, but the split second scene above combined with the dialogue is no laughing matter. It is intentionally done to mind control you. What’s that you say? I’m still joking?

The following shot is the scene the morning after the UFO sighting/commotion. As with every scene depicting the Neary family, they are shown as dysfunctional and prone to arguing. The parents start yelling [the main dialogue - the one you are focused on] because Dreyfus just got fired, but the kids start arguing too [the hidden dialogue - the one your subconscious hears], and their statements are quite strange (they both sleep in the same bunk bed):

“I saw you, you came in through the window last night…”

“You hurt me!”

“…you stole all my covers.”

[BTW, check out the devil-horn hand sign on Dreyfus' shirt - I think it's supposed to be a baseball glove.]

There’s also a number of scenes with the young boys crying:

This is the typical family of the majority of Spielberg films – dysfunctional, disharmonious, and a disaster. You know, the kind that pederasts like, because that means it has sad and lonely children looking to be “magically” swept away from their dismal lives.

C. Dickson. Yep, the mailbox reads C. Dickson.

Spielberg was one of many in a coordinated Hollywood attack on the family. To portray the “average” family as, at the very least, only capable of expressing love through friendly jibes and insults. A family much like the Bundys from Married With Children. I’m wondering this because I have seen the effects of this not only in my own extended family, but many other families as well. It’s come to a point to where our society now almost makes fun of a family that openly displays love for each other.

On a sideline note, one of the most notable things in this film is that the television is always on. This is trademark Spielberg. Again, he was trying to portray this as an “average” family. I think he was even the first director who made the television part of what’s going on in the scene, regardless of if it’s important to the scene or not. In other words, he was conditioning you to automatically check what’s on TV. Because if it’s on, anything on TV is vastly more important than something else happening a few feet away from you.   

Nope, it’s not BSU…

it’s BS you.

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Close Encounters Of The Third Kind was only about two things:

1) pederasty

The light shone first through the keyhole:

(And if the formula aint broke, why fix it?)

Disney: They’re not only child-rapers, they’re unoriginal child-rapers.

2) alien disinformation

Spielberg wanted to implant in your mind that aliens all look like this (At least the ones we should trust).

Not strange types like this real-life close encounter which happened in Brazil in the same year, 1977:

OK, Brazil again? Really?

[I will examine this case - like only I can - with a later update]

So hold on to Barry tight, Melinda, because we’re about to revisit Close Encounters…

And “aliens” love little boys…

..and, believe it or not, I really want to visit Devil’s Tower sometime in my life.

I think I need to see that’s it’s real. I don’t know why.

“I don’t believe it’s real. I don’t believe it’s real.”

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Wait a second… hang on everybody… I’m feeling really weird.

* Spielucas program IGF-66 activating 3, 2, 1…. *

*bzzrapptt*

living tiki personal fun fact: I have a new co-worker. Guess what, she’s Israeli - [No kidding!] Did I mention that Israeli girls are sometimes kinda cute and hot?

She even has one of those weird but cool sounding Israeli girl names. Not to mention those amazing Middle Eastern kaleidescope eyes… 

And although she left Israel before having to serve in the IDF….

….did I mention that automatic weapons make girls really hot?

You know what? I may have been wrong about Israel. I mean, did you see Munich? Or Schindler’s List? These cute, wet girls have a lot to deal with. Why can’t we just leave Israel alone?

…what’s happening… mind feels controlled… must break through…

…hot girls with guns… something wrong…

….but Israel is America Fuck Yeah’s best ally….

…wait …something about the IDF being evil…

….and hating women….

….and children….

…remember…

….turning women into men…

…destructive…not creative…

…bikinis…

…IDF…

…guns…

…lesbians?…

…so confused and aroused…

*Program conflict. Overload! Overload!*

** bzzrrptt **

Wait… what just happened? Did I just say something about Israel? Why do I have an erection?

Um….

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OK then,

let’s take a trip….

…back to 1977…

(I’ll leave out the disco.)

But not the sideburns…

Gene Roddenberry and Leonard Nemoy both had a profound effect on my mental processing as a boy. Gene in-tranced me with Star Trek, and Leonard shaped how I would regard that which cannot be explained:

In Search Of (hosted by Nemoy) premiered in 1976 and was a precursor to all the “legitimized” History Channel (etc.) programs about aliens and the paranormal (You know, to make you think that since it’s on cable TV, the mystery has been solved and nobody seems to be really worried about it, so maybe there’s still time to check out who got voted off American Idol.)

Prior to In Search Of my perception of aliens was supplied by movies like this:

And TV shows like this:

(Gene taught me that bald + goatee = evil.)

(And that women wear next to nothing in space, but oddly have never had a man want to teach them this strange human word we call orgasm “love”.)

(But space women need the most orgasms love!)

A show like In Search Of could’ve said anything about aliens and the paranormal and it would be believed because the show was the first and only mainstream source of “strange” information at the time (that I could remember). And Leonard sounded very “logical”.

Who knows what “beliefs” my young mind absorbed….

Possibly some people were affected in such a way that they spent the remainder of their lives trying to prove [to other people] a conspiracy is real…

Nice news ‘stache.

Spielberg tried that trick too, by including a little bit of “truth” to his fiction:

The dramatic finale of Close Encounters is supposedly based on the real-life super (super) secret “Project Serpo”, which was supposedly an interplanetary exchange program between us and aliens.

True?

Who the f cares? (Whoops… sorry author of above article.)

I just want to know one thing:

What’s the deal with the “going on a space journey” red outfits and sunglasses? No, no… not the fact that they look sacrificially creepy….

….but the fact that the exact outfits were worn by the Visitors from V?

Whoops! Maybe I’m starting to confuse my younger readers….

I should at least tell everyone what the plot of the movie was about.

They had Close Encounters and Star Wars trading cards in specially marked Wonder Bread packages. I ate so many peanut butter and jelly sandwiches the following year.

And, of course, Spielberg and Marvel wanted my lunch money as well:

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Once upon a time a there was a bunch of Jews in Hollywood who all looked alike:

Steven Spielberg

Bob Balaban

Richard Dreyfus

They all got together and came up with this:

A man has a UFO encounter which makes him want to leave Teri Garr and her lovely stretchpants, his kids, and then do absolutely everything strange aliens want. Because aliens know what’s best.

Teri Garr really doesn’t like aliens.

Or Star Trek.

What’s that, aliens? You want me to go to Devil’s Tower but you want the message so ambiguous that I have to destroy my living room to figure it out?

(And be covered in mud doing it? Word to the Rebel. True dat.)

Meanwhile, a little boy is taken kidnapped by aliens because aliens know what’s best.

And what’s best is “borrowing” Melinda’s rosy cheeked son for awhile.

**Don’t worry human lady, we’ll bring ‘em back… after we’ve conducted a few anal probes, heh heh heh. Whoops, I didn’t mean to laugh telepathically. Anal probing is serious business, heh heh heh. Dammit! Ending telepathic link now.**

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Then Spielberg mixed in a lot of product logos to solidify the connection between corporations and Hollywood….

OK everyone, write this down: Aliens love Piggly Wiggly®, McDonalds®, KFC®, Budweiser®, Coke®, Shell gas®, Baskin Robbins®, and Sara Lee® crescent moon shaped cookies®. So be prepared, or they might not be so gentle when they have you on the examination table.

Spielberg also mixed in iconic religious imagery to affect your subconscious and make you think aliens know what’s best.

They’ll even be waiting for you after you die….

Go towards the light…

the light…

age of volcanoes not so fun fact: The aliens in the film were played by children. Did I mention the film was directed by Steven Spielberg?

Then everybody got together at Devil’s Tower and played a game of Simon:

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Because Spielberg wants you to think that aliens are so mysteriously different from us that they couldn’t just communicate with us telepathically. Instead, we had to hold a rave:

Hey dude, do you know where I can score some E?

age of volcanoes not so fun fact: Israel, combined with connections to Russian crime syndicates, is the leading producer/distributor of the drug Ecstasy. Did I mention Steven Spielberg is Jewish?

Finally, after everybody had a session of intergalactic dueling banjos, the aliens dropped off Melinda’s son along with other people they’ve abducted through history [**Yep, humans, you're all going to be collectively dumped in the year 1977 because we're too lazy to do this on an individual basis. Deal with it - we know what's best**] and then took more people with them to anally probe.

The end.

Cue mood altering John Williams music.

Again, this movie was not made for entertainment. It was intended to sidetrack the growing awareness of and interest in extraterrestrials. Or else you can believe some Hollywood director (who only just became known because he made a popular movie about a giant shark) was suddenly THE go-to guy for alien information. So much so, it was rumored that the Pentagon was interested in what Spielberg knows.

Right.

Ever since then, this “some Hollywood director” has been hobnobbing with presidents:

BTW, that scene I showed you in a previous post with R2-D2….?

Keep in mind Close Encounters came out only six months after Star Wars. When you watch any interview with Spielberg about his thoughts on Lucas creating Star Wars, Steve will tell you a bunch of BS about how everybody thought Lucas was crazy and Star Wars would most likely bomb at the box office. The above picture tells you he thought knew otherwise.

Are you beginning to comprehend the interconnectedness of it all? How about the fact that it’s just one big inside joke, with you as the punchline? Why else would Spielberg includes this…?

I studied cartography and never thought to check the most famous latitude and longitude coordinates in the world. Touché, Monsieur Spielberg.

But some people did, and found out it’s not Devil’s Tower, it’s the Denver airport:

Well, OK, maybe not exactly the airport…. but then again it hadn’t been built in 1977. However, according to some, if you input those coordinates into Google maps, the Denver airport will pop up. All this is not random coincidence. But do you think Spielberg is going to reveal any relevant secrets with his cinematic magic? No. Instead he wants you to solve the riddle of the Denver connection!

It’s got all those conspiratorial things you love….

A swastika-like design:

A masonic cornerstone:

A creepy gargoyle:

A freaky apocalypse mural:

(Take note of what dove body part the sword is piercing.)

A statue of Anubis:

Yes, Anubis…. you got a problem with that?

And UFO sightings up the wazoo:

Steven probably thought he was being such a clever insider. Instead he’s just a neophyte when it comes to the evil shapers of our reality. They like to implant suggestion in your mind over centuries….

Nil Sine Numine is Latin for “We own this state, bitches!”

Hey, at least it doesn’t have a bear following a red star:

Hmm… what’s that Rebel said about stars, especially reddish ones?

Even though Spielberg was probably told some incredibly amazing secrets by those controlling him, I doubt he cared. He now had the means to mind control more children. Why else would he follow this movie with E.T. The Extra-Terrestrial? (BTW, has anybody tried to watch that film again? It is unwatchable. I think I would rather sit through an entire season of The View.)

(And if the formula aint broke, why fix it?)

However, if it’s REAL UFO information you seek, Close Encounters actually offers up some of that….

In the last post I told you about that funny orange orb by the driver’s side mirror. Yet if you’re observant, there are at least 5 other prominent (but fast!) real UFOs buzzing the background in a frame or two during other parts of the film (My favorite is at 138:33 – to the left of Devil’s tower.)

And then there’s orbs. Lots and lots of orbs. They look very similar to the orbs one might see floating around chemtrails these days:

Close Encounters has a perfect shot of one of these orbs. Go to the scene where they discover the ship in the desert….

(Subliminal suggestion of the UN becoming the overriding world authority)

Then immediately after this scene of the photographers…

….(at 33:05) you will have a white, golf-ball size orb materialize out of nowhere in front of a helicopter and stay with it for the duration of the helicopter scene. If you’re wondering if you see the orb or not… it’s the only thing in the shot besides the helicopter.

These orbs are everywhere in the film. But personally I would recommend just looking up. I’ve seen dozens myself. Plus, over the past week in my local area the evil ones went crazy with the chemtrails which caused a freak rainstorm and then unseasonably warm weather. Man, I’m really getting sick of this shit.

[POST UPDATE]: Wow, I talked about it but didn’t even notice it – Spielberg fashioned a meme in our minds about chemtrails:

“They’re just crop dusting!”

Government aircraft spraying aerosols intended to subdue humans. You can’t get more unsubtle than that. In the film it was a sleeping gas the helicopters were spraying, but it had that chemtrail feel – especially since there are a few real ones in the film too. I also thought it an odd line of dialogue from the actor above (even as a young boy first seeing it) because, um… it’s obvious there’s no crops growing on Devil’s Tower and they’re being chased by the government.

But I guess you could say there were some positives to Close Encounters Of The Third Kind.

Spielberg and Dreyfus did show you the results of nonconformity; Believing in yourself and seizing every opportunity:

As well as Melinda’s nice, long, tan, 70′s legs:

And of course all that stuff I showed you about that super (super) secret base in Antarctica:

What’s that? I didn’t tell you? Wait till you hear this! You see, in the film there’s this one moment wher……….

*bzzrapppt*

Israeli girls sure look nice, don’t they?

ONGOWA!

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Death is everywhere

There are flies on the windscreen, for a start

Reminding us

We could be torn apart

Tonight

Death is everywhere

There are lambs for the slaughter, waiting to die

And I can sense

The hours slipping by

Tonight

Come here

Kiss me

Now

Death is everywhere

The more I look, the more I see

The more I feel

A sense of urgency

Tonight

Come here

Kiss me

Now

“Fly On The Windscreen”

Depeche Mode

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OK, obviously this is already a weird post. It started out as an update to the last post article and now it’s sort of a follow up post of it’s own. And it comes at a strange time in this reality, and on the cusp of a possible great change for the better in my own life.

Now if you’re thinking this is starting to sound like one of those TV episodes where they only provide 15% new material and the rest is “flashbacks” from previous episodes, you may be sorta correct. But to make up for it I just discovered some major real UFO weirdness going on in the movie Close Encounters Of The Third Kind which I don’t think anybody has ever noticed before. It’s pretty freaky if you own the DVD and can zoom in, and it really makes me wonder if it’s just another way Spielberg’s having a laugh at us goyim.

  (Worldwide release of discovery at bottom of post)

The above image is from the news story in my last post about the mysterious “suicide” in Coronado, California. I was originally going to show you the footage from the news helicopter, which depicts the body of the girl cut down and sprawled across the lawn, but out of respect I just couldn’t, despite wanting to illustrate how almost every part of her death seems staged for maximum mental and emotional manipulation to distract you from the fact that a girl was actually murdered.

Right down to the red rope…

The photo I planned to show you had much more of an impact, since it easily could’ve been cover art for a pulp fiction murder mystery.

And although her nakedness was “black boxed” out [hmmm... is that you, Saturn claws?], there is something about the naked dead body of a beautiful woman that affects the subconscious, and presents a very powerful image.

“Women And Trouble”

A beautiful naked dead girl was actually the center focus of the ending scenes of the film Love Is A Dog From Hell.

I don’t recommend seeing it, though. It’s based on the novel of the same name by Charles Bukowski, and trust me – You do not want to take a trip inside that man’s brain. 

And with the “suicide” lets not forget her hands were bound in such a way that the police produced a “how to” video [complete with sexy body and pink rope] to imprint in your mind it is possible to do this to oneself:

This is Rebecca Zahau, the unfortunate girl of this story:

A human being with family, friends, hopes, and dreams….

Who has been reduced to only set design in the theater of your mind.

With all the necessary dialog spoken flawlessly….

First with an air of mystery:

Nude, bound, hanged woman seems “bizarre” says perplexed police

And then with a forked tongue:

“The state attorney general has declined to review the investigation into two suspicious deaths at the Sprekels mansion in Coronado in July, saying the circumstances did not warrant further examination.

Jonah Shacknai, the mansion’s owner, asked for the review after the San Diego County Sheriff’s Department determined that his girlfriend, Rebecca Zahau, 32, had committed suicide by hanging, and that the death of his 6-year-old son two days earlier was accidental.

Shacknai, founder and CEO of Arizona-based Medicis Pharmaceutical Corp. said he had no reason to doubt the department’s findings, which were announced Sept. 2, but hoped that a review would quiet some of the ongoing speculation.” [Dana Littlefield, San Diego Union-Tribune]

Now hold on for a moment. All of that info may have been confusing. Allow me to simplify with my own press release:

Jonah Shacknai knew the public would naturally doubt his girlfriend committed suicide, so he subsequently dispelled the attention away from himself by pretending to doubt the police’s verdict as well, and requesting an investigation by the State Attorney General. After the AG stated, “Are you nuts? She obviously committed suicide,” [paraphrased] Mr. Shacknai was quoted as saying, “Holy shit the public bought it! But then again, they had no choice! Lying makes me thirsty – God I need a drink. Hehe, and a new girlfrien… wait, is this mic still on?” [paraphrased]  

I know, I know… one shouldn’t dwell on these public mind-games, because that is their very intent – to make you believe you can change things by exposing them as lies. All that matters is that you have exposed the lie to yourself.

Yet it does really piss me off when people try to change reality right in front of my face:

That girl committed suicide.

No she didn’t. She was murdered.

Yes she did. Suicide.

Even more so when the lie is epic:

The planes made the towers fall.

No they didn’t. That’s bullshit.

Yes they did. Terrorism.

Because you know what this does? This makes my brain split apart into two realities – The one I know is bullshit, and the other I have to pretend I don’t know is bullshit because that’s what is currently accepted as true and it would be best not to say “this is bullshit” when my genitals are being groped at an airport security checkpoint.

I really hate having to switch focus on what lie I’m supposed to be believing as true.

It actually annoys me so much I decided to play a little reality trick with all of you. In my last post, I made a point in bluntly stating a falsehood to see if anyone would stop to say to themselves (or me)….

tiki’s wrong. That’s not Marylin Manson 3rd from left. It’s Lady Gaga:

I mean duh. Didn’t he see her “Telephone” video?

I wanted you to see if your brain actually registered that and objected to my falsehood. And if anybody had objected enough to call me on it, I would’ve sent them a free “Planet of the Lost” poster. But nobody did, so I’m hoping people just said to themselves, “Well, tiki’s wrong on that, but I’ll let it slide simply because he’s so damn adorable.”

However, I’m really hoping my last post is helping you to see through the current bullshit, such as “Occupy Wall Street”.

BUSTed!

Remember when I said to beware when you have ample view of a woman’s bountiful goodness? You may be being worked.

Although… if you’re a woman and you’re a novice at attempting to implant your message using this mental manipulation, it is possible to go a bit too far….

(Jus’ sayin’.)

Dear Occupy whatever:

You can’t change your reality by sitting down, pouting, and holding your breath until the evil people who created your artificial reality change it to suit your comfort level. They purposely created this reality to be as uncomfortable as possible, and to get you all worked up about it enough to pointlessly waste your time trying to change it. You change it by not participating in it anymore. By not wanting their false reality and instead creating your own true reality.

And waking up to the fact that the media is telling you these overweight “riot” police were able to trick and arrest over 700 angry protesters (none of whom look angry or like protestors) on the Brooklyn Bridge:

BS!

You also have to wonder about the fact the protesters call themselves “The 99%”.

First do the flip – 99 to 66 – and then it starts to have that evil kind of feel about it [Kind of like Sen. Herman Cain's 9-9-9 tax proposal]. But then it really feels like you’re being worked when you learn that these aren’t the first to call themselves “the 99″:

The 99: The world’s first superhero comic based on Islamic culture and teachings created by Dr. Naif Al-Mutawa in 2006. The heroes are empowered by the 99 attributes of Allah.

I don’t know about you, but it sounds to me like a whole lot of mind-control is going on with the number 99. That, and I really don’t trust my comic books being created by a Doctor (of anything). Did you know that Obama actually mentioned “The 99″ [comic, not protesters] in a speech? – no BS!

(BTW – while writing this, I heard that Clinton and Gore have officially announced their support of the Occupy Wall Street protesters. Which means absolutely nothing.)

But wait! Was there ever a Catholic superhero for young Catholic kids like myself?

Oh hell yeah:

Evangeline: A hit-nun for the Vatican. In the future. In outer space. With a whole new habit.

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She’s on another planet, she’s in my dream

She’s some kind of angel, if you know what I mean

Try her on, and she fits like a glove

Too bad she only thinks about the Lord above

Evangeline, Evangeline

I think I love you

“Evangeline”

Matthew Sweet

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However, back to the protesters, any 99% Occupier will be forgiven if you attended solely just to *ahem*, “occupy” this protestor:

I would perfectly understand.

the age of volcanoes action news is receiving a special bulletin from our Naked News affiliate….

It appears that some Chinese youth have taken to the streets in Chengdu, possibly in solidarity with the protests in Wall Street.

We go now live to our reporter on the street….

Can you tell us what’s happening?

Yes, tiki, it appears that some Chengdu girls are protesting China’s Rich Second Generation.

I’m having difficulty reading what it says on their t-shirts. Perhaps learning Chinese would help, but can we get a closer look at their chests?

We certainly can, tiki.

“Our generation is not the Rich Second Generation.”

It appears they are dissatisfied with the reckless habits of the previous generation.

I see they’re passing out fliers, which may be a list of what they want. Is it possible to obtain one?

We have, and here’s the exclusive worldwide release of their demands:

(Translation to follow)

Safe driving, our generation’s quotations.

Driving is for reaching your destination. Heaven is in Hangzhou, but it’s far, please drive carefully.

Passing other car does not mean your car is better than others. Passing a nicer car does not mean your skill is better than others.

Being the first to go when the green light turns on does not mean you don’t have to wait in line on the next intersection. During traffic, waiting in line does not mean you are more stupid than others.

So there you have it, tiki, it appears Chinese drivers are just as bad as Americans, and their youth are just as misguided and idealistic.

Thanks for that unnecessary but absolutely necessary report. We here at the age of volcanoes certainly wish those lovely ladies good legs.

Luck… I mean good luck.

Er…. uh, let’s go to weather….

How’s the weather in China looking?

It’s fucking, tiki!

That’s just super.

This has been the age of volcanoes action news.

Let’s let China be for awhile and head further east on this follow-up post journey of bullshitopia, and stop off at the home of fellow blogger Marty from The Significance of R, whose personal location experienced a power outage just like mine, but with a whole lot more BS:

Cyprus. It’s a country… who knew?

Cyprus’ main attractions are obscurity and beautiful, beautiful beaches:  

And beaches mean bikinis….

age of volcanoes fun fact: It is believed the bikini originated in ancient Cyprus.

And you can’t be the creators of the bikini without the goods to back it up:

Andriani Karantoni, Miss Cyprus 2011.

Good morning.

Welcome to Cyprus.

Excuse me for a moment folks, but Andriani is giving me a serious Lydia Cornell Too Close For Comfort teenage fantasy flashback….

It was a TV show about some guy, his wife and daughters, some gay BFF….

….I don’t know, I’m sure there was evil programming involved, but I can only really remember a couple of things.

(I’m gonna be in my room for awhile. If you need me for anything, knock first – alright? Knock. I’m serious.)

OK… sorry ’bout that. What was I talking about?

Oh yeah, the significance of Cyprus… 

Cyprus sure is surrounded by a whole lotta trouble, isn’t it? Which makes the BS detector go off when there is a major explosion on a military base which causes a power outage over the entire country lasting for days, then weeks with rolling blackouts. This happened on July 11th, during the height of their tourist season.

Now you may be wondering how an explosion on a Naval base could cause a power outage for an entire country. It does when you store explosive materials seized from an Iranian shipment to Syria (or at least that’s the story) RIGHT NEXT to the main power station for the country.

Twelve people lost their lives.

So there you have it folks, either the Cyprus government is telling the world that their Navy has the most incompetent personnel in the world….

“Gee, here’s a good spot to store this highly explosive weaponry during the summer – this super hot storage hanger right next to the power plant.”

Or the government of Cyprus could care less about its people (or even its own military).

I recommend reading Marty’s personal experience with this truth revelation in her blog:

The Significance of R

Now let’s go someplace fun: Iran.

Ladies and gentlemen, as we pass over the coast of Turkey, you can view the island where supermodel Naomi Campbell wants her allegiance to evil to be seen from space:

Yes, this is the impractically designed dream mansion she built with the money girls spent on crap trying to look more like her and boys spent on crap trying to look more at her. [Note reptilian pupil]

Scissoring a chocolate Playboy bunny. There it is, folks – that’s Naomi Campbell’s contribution to this reality.

But I guess you can’t blame Naomi for her ridiculous house. She probably had it designed by architect Barbie:

Yep, this is a real toy influencing the minds of young girls to not only wear high heels and short skirts to construction sites, but also to ignore reality and common sense when designing their dream home:

And these are the actual finalists in the American Institute of Architects’ contest to design Barbie’s Malibu Dream house. I’m betting these were first designed on a cocktail napkin.

But this design is inexcusable – it’s their headquarters.

Really? Out of an institute of architects, this was the best design? A missle silo? It’s like a puzzle room from the movie Cube which crushes you in fourteen different places.

OK, now we’re going to stop off at a border, probably the most dangerous border to traverse in the entire world….

Unbelievably, it’s the same location these three bozos decided to take a wilderness vacation:

Sarah Shourd, Shane Bauer, and Josh Fattal.

Last year these American brainiacs decided the best place to go hiking was that exact border. Never mind the fact that they look very Jewish.

And surprise, surprise, they were apprehended by Iranian border guards for spying, then convicted and imprisoned. After a MONUMENTAL waste of money and time (including a million dollar bribe to the Iranian government), hooray… they’re free!

And you’ve got a kick-ass tote bag, my friend.

Free the hikers sounds so much better than Free the Jewish-Americans who accidentally “wandered” into Iran.

But the bullshit with this story doesn’t end there, because now we are subjected to the father of Josh Fattal and his family’s nail-biting ordeal [a Sunday night movie of the week!] of what if the Iranians discovered that Josh, although born in Iraq and now an American, is actually Jewish and grew up in Israel??!!!

OK, I’m being worked so much with this it requires a

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?

You mean to tell me that not one single Iranian took a look at these three and said:

“Hey, do you think they might be Jewish?”

But you know what this does? This helps you to correlate the bullshit. You see, if the Iranian leaders truly cared about their country and people, they would embarrass the hell out of the U.S. by revealing to the world this Jewish/Israeli/American just “sightseeing” their border. It’s what they keep screaming about – a U.S./Israel plot against them, isn’t it? But they didn’t do that, did they?

Neither did they say anything about the obviously manufactured earthquake in Bam in 2003 (remember that one?)

Neither are they saying anything when Iran is currently being blamed for an obviously manufactured assassination plot against the Saudi ambassador (like who cares?)

And certainly neither did they say anything when a blatantly obvious faked death is blamed on Iranian police firing on student protestors wanting democracy…..

The sad part this woman forgot about in faking her own death was that the reason for doing so would be moot were she still actually alive.

Neda Agha-Soltan

On June 20, 2009 this woman was supposedly shot in the chest by Iranian police during protests against the government.

“Amatuer” footage creates a dramatic scene, broadcast all over the world.

A beautiful dead woman is a very powerful image indeed.

So much so that her’s became an icon unto itself.

Neda faked her own death. It’s quite obvious in several YouTube clips analyzing the footage that she is squirting fake blood on her face with a hidden pouch (I’d provide a link, but YouTube keeps giving me problems linking something flagged as “inappropriate”.)

Yet she was also obviously lied to, since no one expects to really die (But then again, I am far from understanding the Islamic mindset). Neda (according to “sources”) really died later from a wound to the back.

Another beautiful dead woman.

Another mystery for you solve.

They’re working you again with their black magic. Drawing you in, making you thirst for discovering the secret of their lies….

And they have still other secrets and lies, hidden in plain sight, waiting to snap the trap on your consciousness…

Like this bit o’ weirdness in a very influential movie from my youth:

Close Encounters Of The Third Kind

OK, here it is folks…

So I’m watching my DVD again (I would’ve sold it already, but it’s too scratched up) to “see” it with the Celtic Rebel’s “They Live” glasses. Then I happened upon this scene. I first noticed that the truck’s am radio’s blood red dial is positioned between the 9 and 11 (which is the same in EVERY fucking Spielberg film, trust me.)

I then noticed that when the mailboxes started shaking, the only one you could read the name on said “C. Dickson”. Nice.

But then I noticed small, strange moving things among the trees, so I went back to when the scene first started, right when he pulled up to the train tracks. Looking at the trees this time, I remarked aloud:

“What the fuck is that?”

Yes, I am an artist and yes, that was the best circle I could draw with a mouse so I don’t wanna hear it.

So yeah… out of the woods comes this basketball sized glowing orange orb that parks itself right next to the rear view mirror. But in zoom slo-mo, when it enters (and leaves), it looks somewhat bird like.

Now you may instantly think because the object strangely, but not completely, mirrors the actions of the truck and has it’s own reflection(?) which is spaced as far apart as the truck’s lights, that this is actually a movie lens reflection of the trucks lights.

Then why is it on top of the power lines in a subsequent (but same angle) shot along with two white glowing orbs that are on top of the RR crossing sign? 

Actually, if you have the ability to go frame by frame, there are DOZENS of flying orbs in the background. They are about golfball size and they move so fast, I’ve only seen one captured in two subsequent frames (which is the last three frames of the truck coming to a stop at the tracks.)

Sorry, but I have no idea what those things are. Nor do I really care (but they are weird to see). I just know that the BS can be found everywhere.

Who cares? She’s a beautiful alive woman who is standing right in front of me [Facial beauty is assumed for poignant literary wordage.]

The only thing I need to be worried about is that red hair - Is that you Lucy?

ONGOWA!

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I’m the first person

You’re the second person

Earlier today I was in the third person

I’m the first person

You’re the second person

Earlier today I was in the third person

Stop cursing, start diversing

Oedipus is bliss

The sunshine will affect your mind

Extend your thought

Stretch it out, don’t doubt

That my brain is caught

I’m just blessed

Trip hoppin’ so I flow like a stream

It’s just a dream

We are all here in the act of creation

Let’s fly away on our

Imagination

You take me to the highest heights

And into the depths

Of the deepest abyss

When I am dreaming I don’t know if I’m truly asleep

Or if I’m awake

When I get up I don’t know if I’m truly awake

Or if I’m still dreaming

Dream, dream, dream, dream

Life is but a dream

Traveling the waves of an infinite ocean

I feel the deepest emotion

I see a shadow of reality

Please hold me closely and take me away

When I am dreaming I don’t know if I’m truly asleep

Or if I’m awake

When I get up, I don’t know if I’m truly awake

Or if I’m still dreaming

“Dream”

Forest For The Trees

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Although the lyrics of the above song aren’t too creative, the song itself is. It’s actually one of the most amazing songs I’ve heard, which plays like the soundtrack to a dream. Where else can you hear a violin, a didgeridoo, bagpipes, and a lawn sprinkler all in the same song? If you click on the the name of the band above, it’s a link to the YouTube video of it. If it doesn’t work (I’ve been having problems), then just type in “Forest For The Trees Dream”. Warning: It’s got an extremely catchy chorus which you will be humming for weeks (although it does make a good “reality reminder”, as well as a nice intro to this post.)

Hooray a new post! Much gratitude for everyone’s patience and support.

I wanted to get a post out in time for 9/11, but then I realized not to worry….

….the 9/11 truth movement is going nowhere.

What bothers me is that they don’t stop going nowhere. With all the evidence which has been uncovered [more likely "revealed"], a third grader could prove in court it was a conspiracy, but guess what….. NOTHING HAS CHANGED. Nobody talks about it openly, nobody has gone to jail, and nobody cares (Well, except for a group of people who really want [to pay] to see every tiny detail of how they’re being screwed up the arse.)

Give it up, my conspiracy brethren. They just had 9/11 ten year memorial events. With speeches and everything. Even Paul Simon gave a performance. You will not reach these people. You need to reach yourself first. The poster above is telling you you’re still being conned.

I do have a question: What was Jesse Ventura doing on 9-11?  You know, that guy who has all those Hollywood/government/military connections who is saying that 9-11 was a lie on his slick new TV show? I don’t have cable TV, but I’m guessing he probably even had a “9-11 conspiracy special”.

Yet on the actual day of 9-11, the day where a statement by Jesse would have had much more influence and impact…..

In reality, he was most likely in Mexico where he lives most of the time. Did you know he once played a character named “Captain Freedom?”

Don’t fret, my conspiracy kin. I’m sure there’s just one more bit of evidence out there yet to be uncovered which will make everyone instantaneously wake up, overthrow the NWO, and dedicate a statue to you for being the one who saved us all.

Dude, this info is so 2005.

As for myself, I’m starting to believe (jokingly?…. ) the truth [and cons] of reality can be simply deciphered by always thoroughly and pleasurestakingly examining two things….

This girl had some trouble on 9/11 and wrote an article about it:

Blogger writes about an armed encounter like she’s trying to win a Pulitzer

Her name is Shoshana [At least that's the name that was with the image. The article above - linked to INFOWARS  (red flag, or rather, brown flag) - does not name the author] and she claims that she and two other passengers were taken off a U.S. flight this past September 11th by armed guards simply because of their appearance (i.e. Middle Eastern). This whole event and subsequent article smelled like a psy-op to me. Why? I think it was the moment I started saying to myself, “OK, I’m willing to give this Jewish girl and her nice sweater pumpkins a moment of my time…..

wait….”

This was the only photo she had to provide of herself?

Right.

I’m being worked.

When I can almost see areola, I’m being worked.

Don’t underestimate the power of nipples to make you let your guard down and drink the Kool-aid. (People may think my “appreciation” for certain things may be a curse, but personally I consider it a superpower.)

Yes, ladies, now you can restore your nipples to their youthful pinkness with Japanese Cherry Areola Fading Cream!

Since this is a Chinese ad, I have a message for the lovely ladies of China: Most all of you have hot nipples. I’m serious – smokin’ hot nipples. Just show ‘em to any guy….  he’ll tell you. There – I just saved you 15 yuan.]

Almost as a precursor to reliving the events of 9-11, my personal location experienced a bit of jittery anxiety and spookiness….

age of volcanoes action news flash: September 8, 2011 – a massive power outage affecting the southwest U.S. happens around 4pm local time, affecting over five million people across three states (California, Arizona, New Mexico) as well as northern Mexico. Traffic lights went dark. Elevators stopped. Gas stations no longer pumped gas. Rush hour and sunset were just beginning.

Oh dude, thank god my cell is still working. Hey, you know how I was all smug about being one of the first to own an electric car?

Shopkeepers were forced to give out perishables for free (I myself acquired a really nice slice of carrot cake from a nearby dessert shop):

And for possibly the first time, entire cities were dark and silent:

At most, the power outage lasted through the night. For myself, the lights came back on at 11:45pm, my air-conditioner was turned on at 11:46pm (It was unmercifully hot even near midnight), and then I collapsed on my bed and slept like a baby. Possibly due to all the beer I drank which was getting warm in my fridge. 

Was this a completely accidental random event? No. Not when the power outage is blamed on the incompetent actions of ONE employee at ONE power substation which triggered a domino effect over three states and another country.

Right.

I’m being worked.

In addition, the fact that the power company kept coming on the radio and stating, “If you have a family emergency plan, enact it now” told me that this was some sort of mass psy-op for whatever reason. Does that reason matter? No, because it’s not reality.

Reality that night was the bird calls and the silence in my neighborhood I had never heard before, the stars I had never seen before, and the neighbors I had never met before (My next door neighbor had a nice BBQ, and although I respectfully declined the meat selections – especially the polish sausage – he cooked the best potatoes I’ve ever eaten.)  

Should I have ignored the fact that if the power outage had lasted more than a day, things could have gotten ugly since many people were woefully unprepared for it? No. Preparing for disasters like this is wise, however don’t get caught up in the survival mindset of preparing – I’m sure there were some very prepared people trapped in elevators for most of the night.

These are images from a New York elevator system where a man was trapped for 41 hours due to a power outage. 

Part of this whole apocalypse BS that’s going on right now is designed to always have you preparing and planning for the future, and since there are dozens of different ways everything can hit the fan, you’ve got a lot of preparing and planning to do. So you better be thinking of the future, not the present. Of earthquakes, and not birds chirping. Of financial collapses, and not stars. Of the grid going down, and not meeting new friends.

The stars, the birds, the fresh air, the silence… these things are reality. They are your birthright.

But the evil ones like to hijack reality before you get to appreciate it. Such as this photo of a beautiful nighttime vista: 

Devil’s Tower, Wyoming

I don’t know about you, but my consciousness views this landscape a with a little distortion….

Thanks to Steven Spielberg, I will always view this awesome natural formation through his twisted lens.

And you thought I was joking earlier, but as you can see it all connects back to those lovely sweater pumpkins:

Melinda Dillon shows the best way to encounter aliens is braless.

Even R2-D2 wanted a closer look:

Isn’t it at least a little weird how there’s a lot of things named for the devil? There’s a “devil’s something” near where I live.  Come to think of it, there’s a lot of  “diablo somethings” near where I live too. And believe it or not, I actually once lived right next door to a place called Death Valley. Who came up with all these ominous names?

What we think of as reality [the electricity, the cell phones, the cars, the job, the apocalypse, etc.] is artificial bullshit which is being sold leased to you (you will never own it) as the true reality by the evil ones controlling us. And one of their most favorite things to do is get you addicted to this artificial reality so it will only make it that much sweeter when they rip it all away from you. Or at the very least rape it right in front of you.

I thought it humorous hearing some of my co-workers complaining about no power for less than a day when there are entire countries who experience a blackout every night….

This is what happens when a country doesn’t play by the rules of the powers that be – They are denied food, fuel, loans, and left to the narcissistic whims of the madman running the place.

But North Korea got off easy (well, not the people – never the people), and we all know what happened to Japan, but what about China?

They have turned China into the most horrible place imaginable…. America:  

Disney meet China.

China meet Disney. 

This is an actual underwear ad from Beijing. Aside from everything else, note that the girl is not Chinese.

Speaking of the disaster in Japan (where some people were without power for weeks), did you happen to see that Avril Lavigne created a t-shirt fundraiser for the affected people of Japan?

Mind-controlled human, alien, or vampire…. you decide!

(She’s wearing the shirt in case you were wondering – the intense uncreativeness of it may have fooled you.)

It’s part of her “Abbey Dawn” clothing collection line. Where does she say she got the name from? It’s apparently the nickname her family gave her as a child. Yeah, that’s right… they gave her a nickname that phonetically sounds like the name of this dude,

Abaddon:

Looks like a nice enough guy, although his full name is Abaddon the Despoiler, so I’d refrain from inviting him to any parties. He was also known by the name

Apollyon:

Now you know why there is a god named Apollo, and an entire NASA space program with the same name. It all goes back to Lucifer, the god of the evil bastards controlling our reality right now.

Or else you can believe Avril when she says her nickname was created because it sounded “fun”. Right (being worked).

Another question: Do you think Avril cares about Japan?

“We are all here in the act of creation….” so the song goes. I’m getting really tired of creation being hijacked by a bunch of dicks. But what is life and reality, and how should we participate in it?

This is an illusion [conning your eyes] we can understand is an illusion [a con].

But our reality is filled with cons we don’t understand are cons.

Thankfully, you are reading the blog of an expert BS detector. And “reality” is pretty thick with it.

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HOW TO SEE THROUGH THE BULLSHIT, LIVING TIKI STYLE

September 6, 2011 – a day I experienced 5 minutes of the true reality.

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What was the true reality I experienced that day?

Was the true reality the news when I got up and turned on the TV to check the weather and traffic reports?

Such as the latest Casey Anthony news?

BS!

Why?

1.) Casey’s got some nice breasts, doesn’t she?

2.) Cindy Sheehan’s face does some pretty freaky things when being interviewed on live TV (This is actually a preview of some weirdness I’m examining in an upcoming reptilian posting) – click for YouTube video (or type in name of video if it doesn’t load):

casey anthony/cindy speak about the shovel

Did you notice how Cindy touches her face when she says the words “species” and “we do it”?

age of volcanoes rule of thumb: Yep, I’m making this one a standard – Anytime anybody’s face does that freaky shapeshifting crap on TV, they’ve been compromised and are deceiving you. I’m not saying they’re reptilian aliens, I’m just saying beware.

What about this news story?

(a “Casey” mystery for the West Coast)

This didn’t make the news like Casey Anthony did, so I’ll simplify:

The mansion above is located in the city of Coronado, California, which is so loaded with rich people that this mansion actually has a name: Spreckles Mansion. On July 11th, the cute kid above fell from the mansion’s stairway banister in a very bizarre way, and died from his injuries 5 days later. The pretty woman above, girlfriend of the squinty-eyed man above (who is the father of the cute kid and millionaire CEO of a pharmaceutical company very connected to government), was the only adult home at the time but was in the shower when the kid fell.

Two days later on July 13th, just hours after talking with her sister on the phone and giving no indication of something wrong, the pretty [very Christian] woman above decided to hang herself. Well, not simply just hang herself – First she got naked. Then she bound her feet and hands with rope (behind her back). Then she hanged herself. Outside. Off the backyard balcony.

Yes… this is what the police are telling you happened.

BS!

Why?

1.) That pretty woman probably had some nice breasts, didn’t she?

2.) If the police are going to rule that this ritualistic style death was “clearly” a suicide – which is counter to what EVERYONE ELSE thinks happened – they’re not only working you, they’re rubbing it in your face saying, “What are you going to do about it? Huh, punk?” This shows you how much the police and the judicial system have been compromised. “To serve and protect”  – now you know it’s not you.

Now then, I joke about these things, but I am aware that the above bullshit news items do come with very real death. It’s the how and the why of the death you will never know. Instead, a lie of what happened is forcefed into truth.  This appears to be the case with every major news story. And forget about wars. I think the only ones who know what is really happening in Iraq and Afghanistan are the people on the top orchestrating the war, and the people on the bottom fighting it.

Does anybody remember a big natural gas pipeline explosion in a San Francisco suburb (San Bruno) on September 9th of last year?

It took out an entire neighborhood. 4 people died, but it fortunately happened during the day when most everybody else was away at work.

This was the lie we were forcefed.

BS!

Why?

1.) Natural gas doesn’t explode.  Or rather, it does, but it needs to build up over time in an enclosed space – that’s why natural gas has that funny smell added, so people will detect it before it has a chance to build up. And in the odd occurrence that it does build up and explode in a house (which has happened), it takes out the house, NOT THE FUCKING NEIGHBORHOOD. And if natural gas pipelines were prone to exploding and taking out neighborhoods, why the fuck are we still using them?

This is ground zero of the explosion:

Kinda looks like an impact crater, doesn’t it?

Kinda like maybe from a missle fired by this jet fighter people saw buzzing that particular neighborhood earlier (photographed here):

Having been in the Navy, I know that it is extremely rare to have fighters fully loaded with missles like this. Actually, you will rarely see them like this outside of combat. That’s because you really want to avoid having a missle accidentally drop off (which has happened). That’s why (except this instance) you will never see a fully armed fighter jet (except this instance) FLYING OVER A FUCKING RESIDENTIAL NEIGHBORHOOD (except this instance….)

*cough*

You see how the bullshit becomes apparent when you just think about it? And the truth reveals itself….

2.) Who was at the center of that “impact crater?” Ironically, it just happened to be a 17 year veteran of the Public Utilities Commission (and her 13 year old daughter) who around that time period was denying Pacific Gas and Electric (the owner of the pipeline) a 3.2 billion dollar rate increase due to misleading, overinflated cost projections.

Am I saying the military performed a hit for a power company?

Eisenhower did tell us over 50 years ago about the Military-Industrial-(Media) Complex.

I doubt that anything you hear on the news is the truth. Even the story about the rescued puppies at the end of the broadcast.

Was the true reality when I went outside and was greeted by strange trails in the sky and unnaturally warm weather?

BS!

Why?

1.) Weather girls sure have nice breasts, don’t they?

“Fertility treatments?”  Think that’s coincidental?

2.) This satellite thermal image:

Sometimes I swear that volcanoes are the only natural things naturally happening these days. [To remind you, weird prong-like projections happening out of nowhere and directing a hurricane's path is not natural.] Weather girls sure have some nice breasts, don’t they?

“My boobs can predict the weather… there’s a 40% chance it’s already raining.”

age of volcanoes fun fact: These are examples of mammatus clouds, also known as mammatocumulus or “breast cloud”:

Mammatus clouds are not harbingers of warm fuzzy feelings, but rather severe weather and storms.

Today’s weather consists of two massive warm fronts moving over Los Angeles, causing barometers to rise in pressure.

Mammatus and a cut-off low will hang over eastern Mexico, possibly inducing the jet stream to flow prematurely.

And a hot spot has formed over Greece with a good chance of steamy humidity.

In England there will be um…. some uh…. OK the weather is bloody awful. So awful that we can’t even think of some sexy double-entendre weather terms for our cute girl here. We’re not even going to show the weather. Just follow the arrows, mate.

This has been the age of volcanoes action weather. Carry on.

Was the true reality when I went to work?

BS!

Why?

1.) It’s called work. And I’m doing it for other people.

Was the true reality when I listened to talk radio shows at work and their speculations about who should be President to “take this country back” from socialist Obama?

BS!

Why?

Remember when I told you I’m starting to believe the path to deciphering the truth [and cons] of reality reveals more when you follow the um, curves?

Well now I’m also starting to believe that Presidents are chosen based on how well they can suck down a wiener:

Obama campaigning auditioning during the ’08 election.

And seeing all the candidate’s photo ops from the past month, I’m guessing our next President will be Texas Governor Rick Perry:

Yes, he and his freakish hulk hand are very eager to serve!

Um… please stop eating like that. Please.

age of volcanoes not so fun fact: While Governor, Rick Perry made the HPV vaccination Gardasil mandatory for teen girls in Texas, despite serious warnings. Here’s the current scorecard of teen girls vs. Merck pharmaceuticals:

I can’t decide if Perry did this because he’s evil [implementing the harming and killing of teen girls in exchange for money/power] or because he’s really fucking evil [implementing the harming and killing of teen girls in exchange for nothing except the suffering and death of teen girls]. In a true reality, Rick Perry would be in jail for doing this (that is, if the fathers of all those girls didn’t all show up at his front door first.)

Does it sound like I’m being a bit harsh with pRick? I have to be. In this reality, due to all the twisted programming, some of those fathers might actually vote for Perry for President.

Rep. Michelle Bachman attempted to outdo Rick Perry by adding a look of ecstasy, but instead just ended up looking like a crack whore:

However she did earn a vote from the guy in the bottom left.

And although Sarah Palin has never been photographed eating a hot dog, she has demonstrated she can deftly handle a wiener:

Multiple ones if necessary:

BTW, this image is available on t-shirts and mugs if you desperately need a daily Palin fix. I know I do.

Uh-oh, looks like GOP frontrunner Gov. Mitt Romney doesn’t like to publicly show his wiener eating skills:

No cheating Mitt!

Here, Rush Limbaugh will show you how a cigar is sometimes not just a cigar….

But raping children is always just raping children, eh Rush?

Speaking of flabby white Republicans, check out the wife of Rep. Newt Gingrich, Callista:

And I thought nobody could outdo Laura Bush’s Stepford stare:

Mind-controlled human, alien, or robot….

…. you decide!

Thankfully I wasn’t the only one who thought she resembled the Martian girl from Mars Attacks!

Unfortunately my fellow average American can’t see beyond the artificial political reality bullshit and simply see a woman with an unnaturally blank stare:

Be careful citizen, your flash may accidentally activate my wife’s laser death ray eyes.

But my fellow average American has also received a lot of programming themselves…

living tiki personal note: Although my family is descended from a bunch of poor Irish immigrants and Hessians [German mercenaries hired by England to fight the American colonists], we have always been very patriotic. I myself have visited most all of the historic Colonial sites.  I have walked battlefields and saw musketballs still imbedded in the surrounding trees. I have been all over Washington, D.C., including the very top of the Washington monument. At the age of nine I participated in my grandparent’s hometown 4th of July parade dressed as a minuteman.

My grandmother was very proud of the costume she made for me.

(No, that’s not me – my costume was better. Thanks, Nanny!)

If she were alive today she’d be throwing up right now.

(BTW, that’s not Lady Gaga third – it’s Marilyn Manson.)

This isn’t a “What the hell has happened to America?” personal note. America was a lie from it’s very formation. I just wanted to illustrate that the patriotic programming is still very strong in some people, and part of the overall evil programming game is to give people an image of a country they would be willing to die for – then they take that image and rape it right in font of you.

Independence Day makes me sad now for that very reason. Bye bye, Miss American Lie….

Now we have Linda Lovelace who wants to be in charge:

Oh man – I need to rinse my brain clean of all the photos I just looked at.

Hmm…. maybe the same situation, but with a Japanese girl?

Nice, but the fact she’s eating meat (even phallicly-fun looking meat) bugs me now I’ve gone vegetarian.

Hmm…. maybe the same situation, but with a lollipop?

OK, three thumbs up, but I need to rinse my brain clean.

Hmm… maybe the same situation, but not the same situation?

There we go. Thank you, random web Japanese girl.

I was reluctant to post this photo because the girl looks kind of young and you may be assuming that I chose the photo because of her melons (the watermelon does look tasty).

I chose it because it it evokes nature, life, beauty, and giving…. rather than artificiality, death, and consumption [Although the caption with the photo stated "Japanese girl eating melon really fast", so it's probably part of some crazy Japanese fetish video - Like I've been discussing, tread carefully when your attention is diverted by "melons" (possibly being worked)].

But I also chose that photo because the girl looks remarkably similar to a girl who works the counter at a convenience store I frequent. In a weird way, this girl “rinses my brain clean” of all the BS out there just simply by being her adorable self (my favorite is when she cups her hands together and slightly bows to receive money.) And she always has a true and happy smile for me.

Now, one might assume I felt better after my 30 second encounter with this girl because I have an affinity for Japanese women, but that’s not the case here (she’s cute, but looks young). It’s actually the happy and peaceful aura (not areola) she creates and gives to others. It feels like the equivalent of a ladybug landing on your hand, making you feel charmed and lucky. 

And that was 30 seconds of the true reality I experienced that day – the non-superficial interaction with others in this reality and the energy you give (or take) from them.

So what was the other 4 minutes and 30 seconds of the true reality I experienced that day?

It was the moment after work I randomly happened upon a former girlfriend of mine. One I hadn’t seen in decades. She was actually my first. And my first.

I told you about her before – she looked remarkably similar to the actress Judi Bowker from Clash Of The Titans:

And she still looked beautiful.

Hmm… why is it that all the actresses I develop a “thing” for are always depicted in a movie being sacrificed? 

Hi Andromeda – Say, you know that Medusa’s head I got to save you? Yeah, funny story…. I dropped it. In the ocean. Look, you’ve been a swell gal, but I think we need to move on with this relationship….

Actually, Ann (maybe her real name) broke up with me and I was devastated. I really did love her. But I was young and passionate, and she was slightly older and looking for someone very specific (regardless of passion). She was a good Christian girl who was trying to be even more of a good Christian girl. And I was a Catholic kid gone bad.

Although I’m pretty pissed off at the universe for having me run into her when I’m not exactly at my best, I felt nothing but love for Ann when I saw her again and was actually happy that she was blessed with the life she wanted. And even though that life has been strongly influenced by the programming of Christianity, I was proud that she created the life she wanted [or programmed she wanted], instead of waiting for it to happen (even if that meant dumping me). I wonder what our lives would have been like if she had tried to make it work with me, and I had changed for her and became Christian because I loved her.

But the real true reality wasn’t even all that, because that’s all part of the artificial reality we are experiencing. The real true reality was the exchange of the unseen auras between us. Our energy fields intermingling and attempting to see if the connections, the memories, the feelings are still there or how they have changed.

I swear I could almost hear the melody to “Eternal Flame” by The Bangles echoing through my mind.

And although she was most certainly wearing a bra, her sweater pumpkins still looked awesome.

See, Chinese ladies? You think babies care what color your nipples are? They just know that breasts are awesome, and they evoke nature, life, beauty, and giving….

….but the true reality is just simply that babies love moms, and moms love babies.

ONGOWA!