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Fast and Loosh: Update

I sense that things may have gone terribly sideways here on Planet Loosh Farm. The folks who run this joint seem to be going way over the odds of late with their ham fisted fear promotions such that they are now rolling out their preposterous bilge in the manner of a factory assembly line that's run amok. See the cheek by jowl presentation this past spring of the trio of fearsome fake afflictions known respectively as Ebola, Hantavirus, and Lone Star Tick Disease, aka Alpha Gal Syndrome. Yes, they really have given it that absurd sounding handle. If you would like an indication that this particular promo is, indeed, yet another malicious hoax masquerading as a public heath concern, have a gander at this clip . Notice the blonde with the waxwork face delivering an unmistakable smirk at precisely the moment that the execrable RFKJ utters the immortal and perfidious phrase, "Alpha Gal", which, in this context, conjures up something akin to a dominatrix torturing some hapless...

Fast and Loosh Part 2: If The Thesis Fits, Wear It.

I'm quite sure that the public is meant to quake in its boots at the news that in the event the rotund cosplayer named  Kim Jong Un  is assassinated, the North Korean goverment has decided to repond by automatically launching a nuclear strike. Apparently this very, ahem, explosive decision was made on March 22, an interesting date for reasons that may not be obvious to most. There's just one glaring problem with this narrative, and pretty much anyone who can fog a mirror should recognize what it is immediately. How will the LARPing poobahs that comprise the North Korean executive know who's ultimately responsible for the dastardly act? Despite what we're constantly fed, it's next to downright impossible to conclusively ascertain who is behind an assassination immediately after the fact. Thankfully, as it happens, in the wake of an assassination, or even an assassination attempt, producing compelling evidence prior to responding militarily to an alleged assassinatio...

Fast and Loosh: Part 1

I don't know how much time and energy you give to programming. For example, how captivated were you by the colossal programming operation some of us refer to as Fakedemic? I, myself, was quite caught up by that throughly obnoxious bit of make believe, but I was considerably less absorbed by the smaller, but by no means insubstantial,  Russian Federation v. Ukraine promotion. By the time we arrived on the doorstep of the Israel v. Hamas/Gaza theatrical, I'd fully crossed a mental Rubicon whereby I recognized that all the aforesaid promotions were what I now refer to as simulation spectaculars. The only attention they deserved was scrutiny of the sort one engages in when attempting to expose a fraud. It strikes me that those who attempt to ride along with the relentless production line of programming must quickly become exhausted by the effort, and, thrown into the bargain, one ends up looking foolish for even attempting to make sense of any of it. No rational examina...

Expiration Dates

The latest humiliation ritual  may be a multifaceted one. We have Christianity getting its dick knocked in the proverbial dirt on Easter weekend, ostensibly in support of the Muslim faith, and this colossal troll is being spearheaded by none other than an alleged premiere protector of the faith, the U.K's own, Emperor UpChuck. Meanwhile, in Iran, (well, not really in Iran, of course) hold the phone for the preordained, and too well advertised to be taken seriously, fake invasion in the latest make believe war.  The lens that I use strongly suggests that this counterfeit military operation is going to be cast as a military disaster of orpic perpitions. Alternatively, some joke of a "boots on the ground" invasion will be advertised as having taken place. The White House cosplayer troupe will hail its outcome as a great victory, but that spurious claim will be completely undermined by a modicum of scrutiny and  subsequent events. To top the humiliation ritual off, some steal...

D.C. Tehran and Beijing: The WW3 psyop thing Part Deux

Be on the lookout for some high octane Overton Window fuckery of the sort that perception management likes to  spring on us, no pun intended. The ongoing made for electronic pixel watcher's spectacular, whose setting is the middle east, appears on the cusp of becoming laser focused on cosplayer Donald Trump's putative sanity. The question of whether  the LARP known as President Trump is clinically psychotic or not (severe narcissism, by the way, is a bona fide personality disorder that doesn't typically diminish with age, and that has, quite often, and with more than a bit of justification, been attributed to the character of Donald Trump) is, ultimately, only being bandied about for the purpose of obscuring the fact that the entire middle east contretemps is a soup to nuts orchestrated war theatrical.  And, it's fitting, albeit in a distinctly dark way, that, however modest, even trivial, the erstwhile Langley on the Charles' profe...

D.C., Tehran, and Beijing: The WW3 psyop thing.

Overton Window asset  zerohedge  buried the lede: "This means Beijing will do everything in its power to preserve this lifeline (Iranian oil to China) and remove any blockage in Hormuz." You didn't really think the newly minted pixilated spectacular in the middle east was actually about Iran did you? The World War Three lollapalooza is meant to be Cecil B. DeMille big, and there can be no such theatrical bigness without China playing a central role. Actually, It's not really about China either, because there is neither a China, a U.S., nor a multipolar world for that matter. If the multipolar world order had any truth to it, as opposed to being just more perception management par boiled rubbish, CCP land could've prevented what isn't really happening-what isn't happening organically, that is-in the first place. Without breaking a sweat, China, in conjunction with said to be stalwart BRICS partner, Russia, could've triggered Weimar style hyper...

Simulation Succotash: The Snow(malian)Job. Update

Well, here we are, yet again. Sorry, that's incorrect. Where the all encompassing world of digital and pixilated balderdash is concerned, we are always here . As I asserted in my original epistle on ye olde simulation , le grand fakenghey is a 24/7 operation, at least until such time as the populace wakes up in numbers that might conceivably move the needle regarding the nature of our existence.  For the purpose of this latest installment on the simulation, I'm leveling my gimlet eyed gaze on the spectacular folderol in none other than Minnypolice, Minnysoma(lia), because, as my fabulous wordplay indicates, the ICEy doings in the great, not so white, north are absolutely rife with big, honking hints that we're dealing with a soup to nuts psychological operation. As my keenly astute compatriot, the Squid, observed: "It’s occurred to me that a significant part of the joke around the ice psyop is the staging of it in freezing cold, icy MN. Not to mention all the word asso...