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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...

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...

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...

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...

As we draw closer to the end of this decade, which temporally aligns with the benchmark designated by the infamous United Nations, and their  sinister "Agenda 2030"-which is really the legacy crown criminocracy's agenda, and/or whoever or whatever might be behind the LCC-it's looking more and more like the great procession of end of the world dramas churned out by Langleywood over the last two to three generations, most of which have been far from great as cinematic offerings, make more sense when understood as misdirection rather than predictive programming. Among the countless zombie apocalypse yarns, nuclear holocaust tales, God's wrath fables, and so on and so on, few, if any, depicted the present scenario with any gusto. In fairness, this outcome hasn't fully played out yet, but, from my vantage point, the proverbial handwriting is on the wall. The scenario I have in mind has a definite theme: mankind's obsolescence, courtesy of the A(I)pocalypse. The...

Somewhat gradually over the last five years, I've come to the conclusion that we exist in a simulated reality. Had I been less comfortable in my day to day life prior to the annus horribilus of 2020, I might have come to this realization sooner. In any event, it now seems patently obvious that we do exist in an artificial surround that's  composed of an unrelenting stream of inorganic events and phenomenon featuring characters and happenings that only obtain as pixels on a screen, or, in the case of actual flesh and blood individuals, cosplayers whose purpose is purely performative, as in the case of elected and appointed officialdom and celebrity figures from the world of entertainment, business, science, etc. The simulation is, in effect, a non stop construct that runs continuously on every electronic/perception management platform,  a nd while it's entirely accurate to say that the simulation is fundamentally artificial, characterizing it as "fake" doesn't ...