From CGI's Morgan:
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As most regular readers know, we're usually watching a film along side whatever it is that we do here while it gets brought into being. Yesterday we were screening, “Rampage, Capital Punishment” by the much maligned Uwe Boll. One could well say, he's been maligned for good reason. Then he slips something through that surprises you. I saw the first “Rampage” and noted the eerie and on point dialogue that was interwoven through the relentless violence. This time he's taken that element to a whole nother level. You have to hear it. I'm not going to say anymore about it but... the rap coming out of the mind of his main character is something else; something else. Whoa!!! Now... it may be bad film making and it may be gratuitous on several levels but there's a lot going on there and I can't see how it isn't coming to the attention of the goons at Homeland Insecurity. Boll nails it in various ways, albeit with a hatchet, not a scalpel.
Man! Not a day goes by when I am not comforted by the fact that I am not on the American mainland and not a day goes by when I don't wonder about being anywhere near the mess that Republic gone missing has become. However, I am secure in the certainty that the powers I am employed by are considerably more potent than anything that can be thrown up against them. I have seen it directly displayed right in front of my eyes... more than once. In any case, here's what I'm talking about. You really have to be a SFFH to engage in that kind of thing. You've got to be so far gone into the dark side that you can't see your hand (or anything else) in front of your face.
This calls to mind the despicable behavior of the FBI as it searches out mental defectives and then dresses them up, head to toe, in a terror suit. When law enforcement becomes worse, far worse, than the criminals they were once entrusted to monitor and apprehend, the nation is in deep bat guano. I have to say of all the mendacious and twisted things that impress me, not only by their presence but their continuance, this across the board criminal dementia of law enforcement and intelligence agencies impresses me the most and... who is the most intense of all the pernicious influences acting upon both of them? That would be Israel, natch.
One wonders. One HAS TO, or SHOULD wonder; how is it that so many nasty cretins have come around, in this time zone, to fill all those vile occupational positions that are devoted to the death, dismemberment, torture and displacement of hundreds and thousands of people caught on areas of real estate...location, location, location, where corporate policy has determined they must go and where these indigenous souls have the misfortune to be born?
Materialism is a terrible thing in more ways than one. It's not just a cloud that seduces human attention into a fascination with objects and desirable states. It is also a force that desensitizes the human emotions. It elevates self interest to an art form. It legitimises the pursuit of personal gain over the well being of one's fellows. It's toilet water soup for breakfast, lunch and dinner and... by all means, mind the croutons. Let me provide a telling example, presupposing it makes sense to anyone in consideration of it; we all know that there is something to the idea of certain places being haunted or filled with atmospheres of dread because of what happened there... battlefields, places of mass murder, spooky zones that any number of people can attest to from having been there. This implies the presence of some kind of invisible forces that inhabit the location. This is also true about places where people have attempted to live and have later been forced to abandon; certain wild places that are wild in more than one way. The same is true about Materialism. There is a force that is resident in Materialism and it has come into power and expression simply because so many human minds are caught up in it. For many, Mammon may just be another word; not for me. I have been in centers of furious commercial enterprise and felt the unclean heat.
Every day you hear about law enforcement moving into Terminator Country. Then you get the Piss Jesus, Elephant Shit Madonna side of Political Correctness, presented as one thing, operating as something else under the guise of that one thing; pretty much like the AIDS virus. Then you get the fully ridiculous. Interestingly, everybody I know who plays Frisbee Golf does smoke pot (grin). Of course, I don't know EVERYONE who plays Frisbee Golf.
Nature is a mirror and when the collective human mind goes haywire, no matter what the reason may be, Nature responds in kind. It's no surprise then that drought and other misfortunes are descending on the once (late) great American states and that means up and down the whole reach of the Americas and in countries with large populations with already severe survival issues. As bad as it has all gotten, it hasn't stopped unbridled greed from jumping into the disaster zones with both feet. Who's your Daddy? Satan!!! Bwhahahahahahha!!!!!
When you step back and step further back and still further back so that the whole thing comes into panorama view, surely, surely you are stunned by the raging insanity at work. Slowly but most certainly I am coming to certain fixed conclusions about how it is possible for things to have gotten so incredibly fucked up and still continue to get worse and worse and worse. I look at the people in public office. The corruption is breathtaking. They move by the hundreds through the hallowed (snicker) halls of Congress. Surely they are aware of their own level of corruption. Ergo they are aware of the corruption of their fellows. They root around in the same troughs side by side. They are assaulted by the same insect plagues of lobbyists. They know they are all one of a kind with seemingly no exceptions. I don't actually know of any exceptions myself. There used to be Cynthia McKinney and that congressman in Florida. I've no illusions about Ron Paul, who I consider nothing more than a stalking horse. How is it that all of these gourmet fecal freaks all came together at the same time?
It's not just Israel deciding who does and does not get elected. For mysterious reasons they've all wound up on the same performing stage together. They've all convinced themselves they will survive and they are all fully capable of seeing to that by any means necessary. Some of them are so corrupt; like Cameron, Hatcher, McCain, Graham, Kerry, Reid, Hatch, Schumer and others that... they must smell like dead bodies walking. There must be a toxicity coming off of them to where flowers wilt and die as they pass by. It's not just the men. There's Hillary, Susanne Rice, Samantha Powers, Christine Lagarde and you just know that no small amount of them, violate, torture and murder children. You know they gather in private locations and engage in hideous bacchanals. You know they feel delicious currents of evil force moving over their bodies while they plot the deaths of tens of thousands whose lives mean nothing to them.
They ain't here by accident. Everybody is here, RSVP. Truly... options for redemption exist all the way down the pike and we shall be seeing some of that very soon. The appearance of the German journalist is an example of this. I am expecting some surprising moments of surreal demonstration, as the force of Mr. Apocalypse breaks upon the mind of those so inclined who will, most assuredly surprise themselves when it happens.
One thought I will leave you with today; no one, NO ONE knows precisely how it's all going to go down, least of all the power brokers and self defined masters of the universe, who think they know all about everything. It's a rare thing indeed when the subject of the demonstration knows the circumstances of their demonstration ahead of time. Most certainly they would never agree to what happens. It can all be found in Cardinal Wolsey's speech;
“So farewell to the little good you bear me.
Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness!
This is the state of man: to-day he puts forth
The tender leaves of hopes; to-morrow blossoms,
And bears his blushing honours thick upon him;
The third day comes a frost, a killing frost,
And, when he thinks, good easy man, full surely
His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root,
And then he falls, as I do. I have ventured,
Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders,
This many summers in a sea of glory,
But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride
At length broke under me and now has left me,
Weary and old with service, to the mercy
Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye:
I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched
Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours!
There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to,
That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,
More pangs and fears than wars or women have:
And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,
Never to hope again.”
