I was born out of wedlock in the year of the monkey, in the month of the scales in the wee hours of the morning to a woman that I would never grow to hate in the way the psychoanalytic thought police prophesied. To the contrary, I would grow to love the freedom granted in the absence of her vaginal scorn.

The last glimpse of her would be at the point in which I became self-aware. It’s understood in psychology that your first memory in the third-person was when you realized “I”. It would be the last time I seen this woman and me, I recall her holding my hand in a parking lot before her mind slipped away. She went nuts and killed a human being, temporary insanity they claimed, the slaughter of man (make no mistake, I am not of this sort, I'm not fucking stupid).

I remember a lot of things, but to this day I regret nothing, regret is as useless as hope; regret is self-hate, and is the opposite of forgetting, and forgetting is indispensable to the process of creation. Hence this Jazz that's about to split your fucking head.

"Latin famulus, a word of unknown origin, meant ‘servant’. From it was derived familia, a collective term for all the domestic servants of a household... and then in the mid-17th century narrowed down again to the current main sense ‘group of related people"

The bigger the pile of shit, the deeper the roots will stow, the taller the trees will grow. To think that the times were somehow fixed and not as immature as I would be sinful were I of the religious contagion. To regret was to be ignorant to context. There is little time to forget, much less regret.

Somewhere over there in the Canadian Shield, where the lakes were great as the people’s minds small, this young grey mulatto was tossed in with the wolves, to fight to the death for things that would make him hate himself more. When they put mother in the cage for what she did, I somehow meandered west, into the incompetent arms of my father, whom I came to take solace in distancing myself from just the same.

My family is the earth. The nuclear family is a western concept, a mere suburb of the more relevant community, a bubble of shared delusion, the first divide, the first artificial line drawn in the sand.

It is at once the primary means of socialization and indoctrination into this go nowhere free for all, yet the only protection against total anomie and enslavement, as much as one owes their life to the union of their parents, they owe the world the same, they owe the world unconditional love. We're all related.

There are those who will presume that my undying hatred of authority is owed to my resentment of my parents. They're right.

That is the nature of the revolutionary mind. Change is not birthed from monotony, routine and acceptance. Change is not birthed that which is statistically appropriate. Its not birthed from silver spoon fed dirty diaper wearing whiny little pop-tart sweet hearts hopelessly dependent on the grid. Real change doesn't come in a suit. It comes naked and free.

It was the outliers and those outside the curve; the wild eyed feral child, who had fuck all to lose and had the audacity to CHALLENGE and demand more than hope. There is no exist stencil, my life is exist tense full, my trannys fucked, my heaters fucked, my engines fucked, the bodies rusting, and I wouldn't have it any other way, I grow stronger everyday.

As if they expect divergent thought to emerge from the satisfied asshole whose worrying about nothing more than losing the grip on the tit firmly inserted in his mouth, and how they will invest their trust fund in shit that doesn't matter outside of serving its purpose in expediting our demise as a species. As if they expect it from some umbilical strung imbecile worried more about making impressions and gaining approval from those couldn’t get the job done. A bunch of impotent minds, being prodded by my massively potent cacophony.. I will fuck the shit out of every gaping fissure in your cranium if you come up hitting on me with that cheap trick, limpdick, ass stick.

Ever since the age of reason I understood how fucked up people were. How full of shit they were. And indeed, unless someone is entirely impoverished and dying of famine, they are full of shit to some extent.

This is why I don't lay anchor in any part of this river of twoof that stems from the great big white sea. It amounts to a bunch of white people doing this hegelian dialectical dance atop a bunch of dead bodies, completley ignorant to the bona fide perspective of people like me and populations they use as political footballs, with even the most liberal of twoof forerunners writing off my blistering realism as extreme. Its like Naomi Klein arguing with Milton Friedman about economics, or Norman Finkelstain arguing with some random right wing Israeli nutcase, on the most fundamental of levels they are all on the same side. Good cop/ bad cop, all cops. And wouldn't you know I offend a lot of people with this defense.

I knew something was inherently wrong with the way this world was being run and for some reason that would seem outlandish to weak minded fools bent on self-gratification, I believed that I as much as anyone was capable of changing this world in an unequivocal way, that I was capable of purveying virtue to the masses, that I was capable of discerning right and wrong, and that I needed to find the words to translate the language of my pulsating heartbeat that incessantly reverberated the woes of the raped earth.

That was my "dream", which of course seems narcissistic and demented to people who consume way more than me.

I you are looking for approval and want to create change you will only be changed.

You cannot rely on praises from the past to bring forth something new.

Let it loose. Now. 

Part of this fuck you self-aggrandizement is owed to the blind hope instilled in all of us through Hollywood and its propagation of the American dream. This belief that no matter where we came from, or how dire our circumstances, that there was always a way out of any predicament, its at once our greatest weakness and strength. It keeps the poor satisfied, the procrastinators stupefied, but it also is the only thing keeping the poor barely alive.

Idealism without full aspirations for full blown upheaval is as good as bad, Its a waste of time.

The first time I heard the phrase “anything is possible young man” it sat well next to my archetypal fantasy of infinity, the certainty of chance. I would be the domino that would not get knocked down and stop this shit in its tracks I would not push the next in line. In the end I would be nobodies fool.  

The paradox that one’s dream could then be waking people up from the dream. The paradox of Americans dreaming about revolting against the dream…

The American dream and the spiritual dead end hopes accompanying it, sought to extinguish any reality that arose from the ashes of this burned out world. People became upset because to see the truth, was to see how minuscule hope really was. All 7 billion of the fuckers, especially the 1 billion whose fat asses encroached on the residual 6 who were squeezed up against the guardrail of this unfinished ditsyland rollercoaster to nowhere.

Yet, this was the only true power one could gain in this world of ‘things’. All other power was an illusion, those who seek power, spend their lives worrying about losing it. It is they who have everything to lose, and I nothing, so who the fuck is really in charge here anyway? Eh? Who is the one who is FREE to choose. I, and I.

If it were not for rancorous realism, one would surely find themselves atop a mountain in the end, chanting in unison with Tibetan monks, riding the all encompassing wavelengths of the gong. Until the Chinese army came in and started shooting at you and it was time to snap the fuck out of it. Lock and load.

They run up on you with this follow your dreams bullshit. Until you infringe on theirs. I "have a dream" and its called justice. Pure uncut justice.

Contrary to the not so esoteric delusion of the elites, power has nothing to do with control. The elites use predatory animals as emblems because they believe they are emulating them in their stewarding of the sheeple.

However, the eagle is not a steward, the hawk has no flock.

The eagle like the Buddha lives in the moment, never feeling the need to save for a rainy day, it does not fear the future.

The eagle did not become master of the skies by corralling and fencing in its game. It didn’t retain its wingspan, acute vision, and aerial agility by becoming a pampered overseer. It surely would have become fat and lazy after a few generations; it would have forgot how to fly... It would have lost its eagality if you will, and in the same way the manipulators have lost their humanity. The “powers that be” as they like being referred have grown weak. They fucking pray to their made up god everyday that we don't wise up.

In the same way, and in a diminishing fashion, the sheeple have been progressively losing their humanity, with those closest to this centralized network  being most compromised, and those farthest from it least compromised.The tribal man who is largely untouched by this stewardship hasn’t the time to philosophize, nor the complex symbolism to drown his intellect in. His connection with the earth is fluid, and unbroken, he does not attempt to quantify it, nor partition it. For him power is the opposite of the psychopathic autocrats, power is attunement, it is not separation. His reality is a continuous extension of his environment and through dance he reasserts this balance. 

When the last dance is performed you can start counting down the days.

The "american eagle" as a symbol of control is a perverted inversion of nature.

I feel exceptionally competent in my ability to innovate and apply philosophy, psychology, and a healthy dose of fuck you (FQ) into a head slicing social critique.

Not because I am full of myself or arrogant, I am well aware of the limitations of my sensory modalities, rather, I'm simply am not judging in the way the masses want me to judge, all snuggled up and gaining warmth with some entourage of group thinking hyenas who have agreed like some jury about whats kosher and what isn't. I'll sit out here in the cold and be real as fuck thank you very much. Maybe you will catch up in a few centuries.

I don’t judge individuals, with exception to the ones on top, mainly I judge the masses. When people call me arrogant it’s because they are jealous I don’t have a stick shoved deep up my fucking anus. They choose self-inflicted rape, and the more they maturate into this insanity, the deeper that stick was shoved propping them up, higher and higher.

Long ago we were forced at gunpoint into the cities, over time the physical gun morphed into our own inhibition. Slowly we became our own enforcers. The time is nigh to not give a rip. Haters gonna hate, they'll get paid to hate, inadvertent censurers paid to zero in on realness and stamp that shit out like a rhino stamps out the fire, like the one that’s shitting on your walmart pleather couch, and whose gaping asshole is inhaling what remains of your childrens drugged out brain.

Whatever myths these people are living by certainly isn’t heralding utopia, so fuck them, I will not self-handicap in the way they desire, mask my righteousness so not to offend meek minded marauding masochists. I do not put myself above anyone, I don't get fucked off over shit that doesn't matter. Hierarchy is an illusion, the Sure-cle is power, the try-angle an attempt to control that which you cannot control. I am going to say shit, and if people want to attribute it to that which motivates their own cowardice than that’s their own diversion.

I would rather be hated and crucified by those who chose to stop thinking than lie, as this is the mark of a man.

I will not stop for death, as a wise woman once said. I will listen to the white man when he learns to shut the fuck up and listen that which precedes his fear.

It wasn’t hard really, if you pissed someone off in a democracy (a society run by a mob of the philosophically challenged) you were likely onto something, and ultimately the truth would piss off almost everyone.

You may like what I have to say now, but if you take yourself too serious you will learn to hate me, as all people hate and fear that which is well before their time, and before time itself.

A simple rule of thumb for the internet, find the comments that are thumbed down, or not commented on, and you may find some fucking truth. The rest of it? Fuck em. They are caterers, paying lip service to those waiting to be served a summons to die in a cordoned off area.

Maturity in this society is equated with conformity.

It has come to mean nothing more than being ripe for the picking so you can be devoured by those addicted to eating shit.

Immaturity in an insane society is the only hedge against total enslavement.

Maturity has come to mean acceptance, acting like a fucking stooge to secure the selfish ambitions of your children, maintaining ones resolve and yatta yatta poop poop. Maturity in the modern day, has more to do with economic viability than it does philosophical awareness. I'm not condoning the temper tantrums of emotionally stunted diuretic shit for brain losers who refuse to absorb anything which doesn't take into account their petty mundane desires, I am condoning realism.

I condone well placed resistance, calculated whimsy. I am talking about not giving a fuck for the sake of virtue.

Not giving a fuck for the sake of you.    

To be an honest seeker of truth is as alienating as it is empowering, the more you know and attempted to decipher this reality with symbols, the more you lose touch with the insane (society), the more you introspect, the more you learn, it’s a perpetual distancing from the flock, and the farther you stray from them the clearer the vision of this swarm mentality becomes. Painfully clearer, and clearer and clearer until god only knows what.

As the saying goes “lose your mind to come to your senses” but good luck ever explaining your sensory experience without holding onto mind. You cannot have your cake and eat it too. Its truth or its fast ass, and you take your fucking pick and roll with it, because this life went by in the flick of a switch. Bitch.

Its like blacks hard done about not contributing to the demise of the species, other than having their indentured souls exploited by the big white fat Jew who hides behind them. Yeah Nazis suck dirty assholes, disclaim disclaim, Holocaust was wrong and evil, disclaim disclaim. Who am I kidding, you already got me pegged with that big fucking iTard brain of yours don't you. Safety in numbers, but watch out for virulent diseases lame brains.

Humility isn’t thinking you are shit for the sake of people not saying shit. Humility isn’t about self-deprecation, and biting your tongue so not to come off as an outspoken know-it-all to people who don’t even dignify the epistemic conundrum that you can truly know nothing, for people who could care less whether you made sense so much as they cared about pushing their agenda.

Humility means realizing the limitations of your sensory and exercising what capacities at your disposal in full, with full awareness of the mundane pursuit of your venture. The mass man equates humility with ‘listening’. They equate it with being downloaded with information. Humility is as much about using what you do have as it is coming to terms with what you don't.

Humility isn't only about realizing your size in reference to the macrocosm, it’s also about realizing your size in relation to the microcosm.

Humility is right the fuck here, right the fuck now. I will not shelve self-respect for those who expect.

The old ones, and run of the mill psych grad charlatans are likely attributing this “immaturity”  to my rough upbringing, buying my own groceries at 12 years old, from one foster home to the next I roamed, my wild morals were conditioned into me by a schizophrenic assortment of foster families I lived with along the way. Suffering continuous loss, rejection, abandonment, and my own struggle for survival, never knowing anything constant, never having any security is the way of the warrior.

I had no fixed axis through which I could balance my personality, no consistency in my character. I was a bastard seed, riding the breeze, hoping to take root in some shit, somewhere, anywhere.

Family is the primary source of socialization, it is the dictator of personality, and a mediator between the powers that be and the slave offspring to be, and in this way I was spared. In this way I was truly blessed, that I did not have one family to conform too or brainwash me into their very own rendition of these bullshit cultural traditions.

How I pity those who pity my freedom.

I thus became what social psychologists term a “social chameleon”. I was whatever I was required to be, whatever the situation called for. Life was all about survival for I and I. As a young child my bottle cap glasses and aloof demeanour made my primary task one of fitting in, winning acceptance. I grew up in the poor part of town, a fat brain with idle hands and oddly contrasted mischievous intent. I got into a lot of trouble, and most of it was about survival in one way or another, whether it was doing destructive things to fit in, or stealing food to survive. I remember walking out in the cold at -40 below to steal food because my father drank our money up, actually I don’t remember any specific experiences really because it happened so often. Thats normal for some people.

You can’t get that shit from a personal trainer. Go ahead push weights, jog around the safe part of town with your high tech spandex iPod strapped head wraps, because you will get pummeled in this mind war as you would in the streets.

There was a sadistic element to what I did; I enjoyed smashing phonies, pranking them, removing them from their comfort zone. Not because I wanted to cause them pain, rather to prove to them that it didn’t fucking matter, that they needed to lighten up and get upset about the right things. More attention was paid to the kids shooting eggs at the freeway with a three-man slingshot than the colossal crimes we have simply come to accept as “normal”.

I studied the whites and the blacks, and native American families to which I was temporarily apart, how quickly they dejected me when their state sponsored unconditional regard had run its course, kicked me to the curb in exchange for another more manageable cash crop. I was difficult to manage no doubt, always getting into things, too curious for my own good, unpredictable to say the least, always asking questions. I read the adults like books when I was 12 years old. Learn to play them like instruments to give myself background music.

I was almost skipped a grade in elementary school, because it too fucking easy, and my peers were dumbed to high hell. Maybe it was the weekly fluoride rinse given  to the poor kids, in the poor neighborhoods to keep their teeth clean. Yes. Fluoride rinse. I was immune to this shit like the fucking day walker. Swish swish and spit.

I became accustomed to only having the means to indulge in the fads long after they had passed, I was never on the cutting edge of the American dream, and increasingly less so, as over time things became increasingly more disposable. By the time I was fitting in it seemed that something new was coming out, it was a constant struggle to maintain a prestigious level of self-hate.

In hindsight however, the poverty was a blessing. Suffering was the greatest gift any one on earth could be given, but not without freedom.

Without freedom suffering was hell. I repeat, without freedom suffering is hell.

I am not talking about that flagwaving, coiled snake, don’t tread on my T-shirt, get my gun and hide in the bushes with my fucking gold coins, super Mario, awaiting the Gestapo surivivorman fantasyland horseshit. Freedom to what? To run and hide after all has been lost? Fuck that. Speak like you never fucking spoke before. NOW. Or forever hold your piece in the bushes tracked easily by autonomous predator drones with thermal imaging.

Speak like you are gonna die in a matter of minutes, because the fact is, its always a matter of minutes.



Some may claim that suffering is rooted in desire, and that to free oneself of desire is to free oneself from suffering, but good luck surviving on meditation alone, maybe you could like that guy in India who hasn't eaten in decades, but forget about sex and procreation unless its at high noon and with the assistance of a small team of doctors. Even the Buddha had to stop and take a shit and do his part for the propagation of life.

I could see injustice as sure as one’s eyes are burned by the sun, as if it were more than an abstract concept, as if it were empirical. Injustice to me was something I could feel, I could taste it everywhere, yet I hadn’t the words to articulate it at such a young age, and arguably never will, otherwise this world would surely be a better place to waste. Injustice was the cause of cancer, on all levels of biological systems, cancer was a universal police force, it was the reset button to both one person and the human race. Mankind lost his way, and the white man came to finish the job, a pale horse, and the name it said on him was death.

The white man was the most obedient. He was the first to truly die and forget how to fly. And his voice rang out "freedom" at every cry, but he was brainwashed. He didn't understand what he meant by it. He was in most cases referring to his freedom to be the controller, not free himself from hierarchy. The first victim of dumbestication.

Its sensible to defend that which you don’t have at all I suppose, in this backwards world. He was the true slave, the leader of slaves, a cut out, a quickly drawn stickman, of the most dynamic sort, taken from the range and lumped into sweatshops, stripped and beaten of his humanity centuries ago by his infected brethren, then shipped overseas to spread the contagion. He was the greatest slave of all. He was enmeshed in institution trudging though spiritual destitution, what he termed “prosperity”. Inseparable from the grid, and I felt sorry for how weak he had grown, all he could do was wait for the lowly to create, and modify and "augment". He rode the tide of systematization.

Nothing a person reads or voluntarily consumes can extend their capacity to perceive injustice, this is laid down in ones involuntary experiences, it exists in the nervous system, and the parameters for empathy and emotional potential are set at a young age when the first furrows of personality are dug.

The ability to perceive injustice is worked into us by the suffering we never signed up for. I am not talking about joining the military and putting yourself in some predicament, you will come back drug addicted, traumatized, socially dejected, and its the price you pay for your blind imperialist plunder.

The only thing that is acquired is the words to help us communicate these views to others. How I pitied those who pitied my suffering, because it indicated the extent to which they never knew themselves and never cared to. I hear the Jews and other white men trying to tell people about suffering, but theirs are just words, no heartbeat accompanies the role they play, no triumphant symphony accompanies the words they say, because their course they chose, their CGI slavery don’t got shit on the real deal.

They brought it upon themselves in their greed. Their fear of the future prohibited wisdom.

Most of them are only comfortable being minorities if it is a part of some tourist package, but only without any of the tribulations minorities face. This is the real travel agency motherfucker, and you can get the whole package for free, in the fucking streets, because thats the trip they really want to take, bumping that gangsta shit... yeah I see ya, but you can't see me.

Resistance, rebellion and righteousness are not things that can be taught, boisterousness can indeed, but this is not a skill that can be learned, virtue and the longing for justice cannot be programmed on a conscious level, it is beat into you against your will with experience.

Adversity breeds strength, comfort breeds weakness and cyborgs wiping your ass on Jacques Frescos floating eco-friendly cities that will only ever exist in his brain he houses in a massive plot of land and a mansion. "Feed the poor, resource based economy, succumb to the technopoly" the shietgiest ubermen wannabees cried.

Adversity breeds obese complacent fat subsisting zombies who couldn’t analyze their way out of an open space.

-That part of your experience which is brought upon you against your will dictates your ability to accurately perceive injustice.

Go get some.

You cannot teach people to truly love another, nor to empathize.

The clarity in seeing how this world is run involves not only empathy for the slaves, but the slave drivers, who are themselves slaves to their own redundancy.

Love isn’t all red hearts romanticism, hugs and kisses, love is as much violence as it is unified silence. With religion for instance they use the threat of punishment to teach you to love (comply). If you do not love by keeping your fucking mouth shut you will be punished by what the delusion they title as “god”.

But without the direct experience of suffering to compliment it, this fear mongered morality is running scared at the first sign of trouble. When a greater fear presents itself it will buckle like the Chinese chairs condemned to hoist fat ass Americans at their life sucking terminals.

If a person has not suffered they do not know injustice much less justice, and seldom will they be able to listen, much less speak. True love is not blind acceptance; love does that which is scorned by enslaved men. Love braves the hate of its own. Love involves conceding being the hero, as batman would say.

Love is the pain of child birth. Love is rebellion.

Take the mindset of the ruling class for instance; suffering is largely alien to them. Not emotional suffering, but that which accompanies the struggle for survival, they simply don’t understand it. The elite mind differs fundamentally from their pawns, they are programmed to expect everything; the downtrodden programmed to expect nothing. The elite love certainty, and cannot stand uncertainty, this is why westerners are so close minded to the truth about the shit they done done, they are willfully ignorant not because of a neurological defect acquired throughout the ages, but because they perpetually condition themselves to be afraid of what they do not understand, and would rather trick themselves into believing they do.

They trade truth for insecurity and T-shirts that say “truth now”.

While most in the west, contented with their petty distractions, attempt to merely emulate the thinking of the elites, staving off suffering at all cost, growing catatonic in mind and sterile in body, soon enough they realized how much they have suffered while thinking they were doing OK, soon enough their fragility compounded, and before they know it there ass needs to kill a forest a year just to survive. Just to wipe their ass I mean.

They will realize EVERYTHING I'M SAYING on their death bed saying “why did I give such a fuck” like fucking clockwork.

They find themselves jumping out of an airplane with a parachute on, traveling the world in search of inspiration just because…. “Oh its adrenaline” they said. “Yeah the fuck right says I and I.

To see the truth one must think like an elitist. This is why conservative types are bold enough to venture but too ignorant to figure it out, and liberals smart and caring enough, but pussified.

This doesn’t mean joining some shadowy group or fraternal little boy fondling club that claims to do fucking charity work, while at the same time partaking in some bullshit rituals and hoarding “secrets”. If anyone tells you that the path to knowledge is through their secretive club, and at the same time wants you to believe they’re “good” you can write them off as unenlightened tailgating disease they are, little bitches waiting to be spoonfed that which is inherently knowable.

When I went into university I had no knowledge of the academic industrial complex, I actually believed that this was a place that you could go and acquire knowledge for knowledge sake alone.

I did not see the economic barriers to science at this point, I was still too hopeful, too young. I thought I would find honest seekers of truth, but all I found was debt and conformity, and people who thought they knew it all in spite of the fact everything was going to shit.  

I am fully aware of the academic industrial complex now, how most of these researchers occupy themselves with redundant bullshit the military has known about for decades.

I will tell you how my “liberal arts degree” benefited me.

It taught me JARGON.

It taught me the technical reasons as to why people were impressionable, judgmental (in ways that even they were unaware), and filled in the gaps as to the nuances of why they were irrational (especially when in a herd) and that by and large people operated on auto-pilot for the better part of their lives, not knowing why they did things or why they even wanted certain things, didn’t want certain things etc. In short it overcomplicated the question of why people were so god damn ignorant.

It taught me to see monkeys and not men, and rightly so, because that’s all they were upright primates with opposable thumbs trying to remember shit. for a piece of paper so they can spend their lives getting pieces of paper.

What amazes me MOST is how so many psychology students haven’t APPLIED their knowledge of the human psyche to the big picture.

It’s like… they know how fallible the human mind is and how EASY we are to manipulate, yet refuse to believe that this is occurring, that is, they refuse to even approach the notion, that the wealthy interests who never got rich being generous would not employ and exploit the weaknesses of human cognition.

It’s like having this big fucking key around your neck for a door in front of you but never opening it because you haven't learned that keys opened doors.

I mean what the fuck.

Tinfoil tassels ain't worth a the fucking hassle. Universities are like cemeteries in that you go there to die, or just discuss the dead. Its gonna beat the shit out of the best of you, all so you can discover things that billion dollar underground facilities knew long ago. Fuck jargon. Professors better confess.

I was dissatisfied with the system and how it rejected the best of me; my ability to think, ponder, my ability to be absurdly grandiose and my ability to create, my ability to play and frolic and delve into the unknown without inhibition.

Even the most unconventional of my mentors took issue with my commitment to truth. It took a big shit on my will, and in hindsight I had a gun to my head throughout my whole university career.

Independent thought was never appreciated "unless there was a substantial body of research to back up ones inductions" pish fucking posh.

As long as bullshit was well worded and trendy it was welcomed with open arms. At the same time my ability to remember their bullshit lagged behind immensely, I struggled to encode all of this redundant information, I sucked at tests, and even many of the white mans concepts where intuitively foreign to me. What irked me most was the way they only asked people what they thought in a patronizing/ obligatory way. I gave up on continuing in university after graduation realizing that my ideas no matter how insightful or great would not be weighed for their merit nor their potential, but for their ability to be assimilated into this corrupt system. Upset and frustrated at the phoniness of even the most rebellious of professors and they way they were so easily satiated with a pay check, and indeed frustrated that I could not find work to pay off the usury I owed for this longwinded fuck around, it was this dissatisfaction from which fadsmashers was birthed. One drawn out fuck you until the wheels fell off, and my fucking tranny (tyranny) was visible in the rear view mirror.

Nearing the end of my uni-versity indoctrination (which I devoted to socially progressive research in the blind experiment that is "psychology"), and while looking for work, I began to explore the internet, and apply my critical thinking capacity which was so systematically repressed in that institution and just dying to be released, like an animal prodded its whole life and released on its master, I burst out of the cage balls out not giving a fuck as I hadn't one to give.

I just wanted to write, without any guidelines to adhere to, I was sick of the fact that some asshole who was certified by this corrupted system had the right to make words and I needed the ones I coined authorized by this cancer to be validated. Fuck. That. Shit. My shit shalt be raw as fuck.

The internet complimented the words and concepts I purchased at the big white building called university. It empowered me with a greater depth of understanding of the corrupt society in which I was apart, while equally leaving me more confused and uncertain, and ultimately nearly hopeless for the fate of mankind. Words, wisdom and 24/7 monitoring by DARPA amounted to insanity (sanity).

This I now know was the purpose of the internet, not to inform us but to suppress us, detach us further, it is indispensable to the blatantly obvious quest for world domination for a silver spoonfed few.

The only way to unite people under the interests of a few is to provide them a network to do so. “The plan for world domination” you ask? Isn’t that conspiracy stuff? Well… if you believe in evolution and enjoy prodding the religious for their paralysis of analysis and are having a hard time wrapping your head around hierarchy, corporatism etc. I suggest you think for about for a byte.

Happy whoring entitled to be contented all the time, dozen a dime, absent minded, third eye blind fuck around the minefield, while your troops vicariously enact the other half of the emotional spectrum in other peoples countries to keep them in chains while you frolic about horse shit.

My rage reasserts the balance in this smiley faced hippy go lucky mind fuck. Stop telling me to be happy. Maybe you are too fucking happy to see what reality looks like. You are so far gone into that delusion anything real strikes you as "angry". Piss off of it.

The western world is a gross exercise in overcompensation, you can see it everywhere. From bungee jumping to snowboarding, tourism etc, any thrill seeking activity indicates a longing to be on the edge, a longing to suffer, cathartic mass-ochism one could call it (if one had the authority to create words like them), just so they can prove to themselves that if cut, they will surely bleed, anything to prove to themselves that they are more than the machine they have been condemned to be.




“Stick a quarter in me and get a fixed response” he cried while addicted to plugging quarters into the uncertain slot machine and not knowing why.

My trip started as a fad in highschool I was dreadlocked, fully clothed in counter-cultural garb touting renegade jingles, fat rezzy blunts dripping from my lip, paranoid in class, couldn’t let the teacher catch me high, my dopamine levels were way out of wack, but I found community in the drugs, as all people find community in drugs, hence the high incidence of addiction in this godforsaken metropolis where we are boxed in, and forced to replace the bonds we once shared with one another with intoxicants. They say the western epidemic of addiction is owed to psychosocial dislocation (severance from our tribal egalitarian nature) which makes perfect sense as to why we do nothing about it and make an industry out of treating people that refuses to work.

I was doing all the defiant things the young do to spite their parents enslavement to the mundane (in my case society was my parent), only I was aloof in that I was a "nerd" (derogatory term for someone who likes to think) at heart, but found myself moving in and out of different social cliques, from the nerds, to the hippies, to the jocks (a reflection of my being raised in various types of foster homes/ different parenting styles), I was indeed a unifier of these groups and brought many people together, but never really found a home in any of them, so I brought them all to my first home when I was 17, my first apartment after I escaped the tyranny of government care, and we got real fucked up, I hung with some free spirits for a few years then moved elsewhere to find work.

After this extended identity crisis (further complicated by a biracial identify crisis) fadsmashers appeared to me to be the answer, something that employed my eclectic wild side as well as the mans neologisms I acquired in university.

It was a way in which I could vent my anger in a way only I and a few others would view as socially constructive.

My past only seems treacherous when fantasizing about being a weak-minded pampered asshole who takes everything for granted anyways. No regrets. Ever.

I say socially constructive when talking about fad-smashers, because a lot of those touting “solution based approaches” are attempting to build on a foundation of lies. Foolish. The whole building needs to come down, this society needed to be brought to its knees, like a controlled demolition, smashed and rebuilt.

In psychological terms people are cognitive misers (fallible processors of information, who selectively attune to what is relevant to them while blocking out what isn’t). They are guided by forces they remain blissfully oblivious to. Indeed no one can expect anyone to be perfect, yet most won’t even admit their imperfection. They may utter that cliché “no one is perfect” but little do they know, their entire quest for routine and certainty is their own zombified way of seeking perfection. Their “perfection” entails abiding by their own ignorance.

Usually its for the sake of other idiots, so they can “figure you out” and feel comfortable around you that you feel the need to retain some consistent character. For the sake of their ease of sensory processing. The reality is I feel like a different person every other hour, with exception to the idiosyncrasies habit won't permit me to clue on.

Take Europeans for instance, they talk about “saving” for a rainy day, how about just chill the fuck out for that day. LOL! That’s just it right there, this concept of “saving”, this fear of uncertainty. Saving when taken to the extreme is cancer. Cancer only wants to save itself for itself. Until it has no more room to put shit, and encroaches on a vital organ, then its fucked.

Thats as close as one gets to perfection, by admitting they are not perfect, this is indispensable to the psychological aspect of enDARKenment. Real motherfuckers are enLIGHTened by the dark. That which does not require light to exist.

Prior to self-awareness we ran on instinct, but we never ran out, we were perfectly balanced. Now we are fucked. Consciousness is the cancer indeed.

If you were pissing off white people who are trying to be black (especially the Jewish ones hiding behind the blacks), and the black people trying to be them so they can also try to be black later on too... you were onto something. Everything is seriously upside down and inverted.

What’s more amusing is how the African American diaspora (those who have retained some soul) have come to represent in America the most extreme form of materialist endorsers in the history of the planet. Their minds commandeered to serenade and propagate the white mans plunder.

I mean think about it, the tribal man, the soul man happens to be the one conditioned to be more infatuated with material than the elites themselves (not that they consume as much as billionaires overall, but relatively speaking...) ,

Cancer can be virulent in some species, and when it mutates it becomes more powerful.

And why should we restrict ourselves in what we say if it represents the pursuit of virtue? For whom? Deluded masses of people being told what they want to hear? Prestige? For what? Money which is essentially just stuff that will be withered and eroded with the sands of time? LOL! I am going to die someday, why the fuck do I want that which I cannot take to the grave. It is futile, but in the most dissonant of manners I expect you all to continue doing it.

Do you seriously think any of the greatest minds in history had their genius extracted with the promise of stuff? Get the fuck out of my zone bitch.

Value only the invaluable.

 

Money is the carcinogen of the global cancer.

Never mind money being the crux of our demise, I simply have no interest in going over and above the fulfillment of my basic needs, nor should anyone, unless its for the benefit of all, and won't ultimately lead to our demise. To ask for more is to be cancer. Read my shit and spontaneous remission won't be far off.

Money as a concept is as valid as the belief in Santa Claus, and wouldn’t you know it, the two complement one another well!

Money for security? LOL. For what? To get weak, vulnerable, to grow dependent pampered, insecure, watching over your shoulder constantly on the lookout for the slightest innocuous pathogen, forever wary of the slightest discomfort, to forget how to fly?

And in the absence of that security what then? The smallest breeze will push you around like a feather on the wind. The top of the pyramid is the sketchiest of all, there is no one to hold on to, you will spend your whole time learning how to balance atop the strong. Like the smallest cheerleader entertaining a bunch of idiots paid to run into each other on a field!

RUNTS TO THE TOP!!!

Kind of like a kid who is trying to contemplate the concept of money, and cannot understand it, because it is inherently ridiculous and flawed, you spend your life trying to figure it out… ha ha ha. Fools was we. And indeed as the saying goes, if a fool continues in his folly he becomes wise, but they forget to mention that he also dies, but so eloquently he went into the night from which he first emerged.

I remember the first time I watched a video by Alex Jones on the internet. It made complete sense to me at the time as I took it at face value, and he hadn't sold out to such an extent he has today. I could relate to his fanaticism and energy and began promoting his work. Little did I know this was to set me up for a crash course in what was really going on in this world.

Then a couple weeks past…

 I began to read into this mans words deeper and started applying what he was saying to... well.. what he was saying. It occurred to me that there was more to this story, that there was no way one could be so well established within his role without getting approval from the establishment itself. It became quite obvious that the establishment would fabricate heroes so we didn't have to. Not only did I see the hypocrisy in making a career out of rebellion (knowing that good things only came with self-sacrifice), I almost immediately seen the fallibility in solutions being proposed by this man who claimed to be of a bona fide ‘third perspective’.

It became self-evident (like TRUTH does), and I am without any doubt whatsoever today, that this person was but one of many who help expedite these plans, that they were at a fundamental level (asides from the wealth of details they provided about societal corruption) merely rehashing political ideas of old, that they were mere envoys of the elites. 

Think about it, in order to be proven right, shit MUST hit the fan, so how could one not in some way then come to desire, shit hitting the fan, even if not a paid shill? (which I assure you the guy is taking private flights to Hollywood to visit his buddies THINK)

Additionally the “internet” itself became suspect, and not in some paranoid schizophrenic kind of way, I simply realized that without the internet, the master plan could NEVER have come into being. The internet was a cornerstone of the dreaded “New World Order”.

When I explain this to an unenlightened person I realize how it sounds, “EVERYONE IS OUT TO GET ME”!!! Fuck that. Everyone is out to get themselves. I assure you there is nothing fantastic nor paranoid about what I’m saying. It’s not as if I am sitting here shotgun in hand biting my fucking fingernails waiting for men in suits to pick me up. I know enough to know that it’s set up so that they never really have to do that with small fish like me.

You see it’s OK to criticize the Jewish mafia for instance, but only if you are a Nazi, only if you are some skinhead, nationalist, immigrant hating evolutionary throwback that peppers the truth with bits about aliens, Haarp and David dipshit Duke. That sounds counterintuitive doesn’t it? The truth is counterintuitive because your intuition has been deactivated if not just warped. I assure you that is as straightforward as it gets.


Every hero in hollywood movies is actually a villain. Our heroes are villains. Consider Bruce Wayne as Batman, this mutibillionaire vigilante philantropist, never paying recognition to the fact that greed is what underlies the corruption in gotham, which is fueled by the wealthiest people BATMAN. In spite of some kick ass quotes that movie is shit. The joker IS the real hero in that movie in more ways than one. It was the Joker who said "all you people care about is money".

When you can control who gets heard, how well people can hear, it matters not what anyone says, nor the tenacity with which they say it.

The suppression is systemic and in no way fashioned for me or any one individual personally. I am not talking about “conspiracy”. I am talking about what has come naturally to the parasitic networks who exercise their control over us (and it isn’t just Jews, and I mean that through and through, I don’t just say it because I am scared of the Jews or the flack from the weak minded peons who would take offense to the simple usage of the world Jew, it’s just the truth, but overall yeah... shit... I can't deny it... they (some of them) are certainly a BIG fucking part of it!!!).

I would construe a "conspiracy" to be a specific offshoot of this corruption, the fact that a small group of people run the world however? That’s just the theory of evolution, and not an anomaly. The elites believe that Darwins theory permits them the right to steward the masses. Its no big mystery that the people with all the money are calling the shots! To think otherwise is INSANE, and I only call it that because it’s better than saying someone is stupid even though I say that a lot, the thing is no one has to be. Stupidity is an attitude, crystalized intelligence doesn't got shit on the free man quotient (FQ).

A conspiracy is a crime, and we as a society openly accept this as legal, so its not a conspiracy. IS IT. Its fucking reality, and the sad thing about this fadsmashers pursuit has been that the majority of people still HOPELESSLY believe the world is guided by benevolence of the majorities interest, that their bullshit vote has any say in any matter.

So hegemony is not just propaganda, it is controlling the means to deliver it. (i.e. the media)

In university you are guided, you follow a procedure, the data dictates the results (regardless of the relevance of what is studied to the real world), the same goes for media only to a lesser extent, its a curriculum, but this was not the same with the internet. On the net you are free to delve into the mystery so much as your analytical ambition will permit.

So timely it was released in that by the time it went global people’s capacity to use it and think effectively had already  diminished.

Bred to be dumb, fat, vain and stupid, by the time this groundbreaking means of communication was delivered to the masses they hadn’t the analytical capacity to see the tubes for the grid, in a way that was subversive to the corrupt forces that invented it. The internet is a battle of opinions which are interpreting facts, one had to decide what was true and what was not true, it truly was a test of the inkling of consciousness retained by the post-modern man, and the honest seeker of truth.

It comes down to the burden being on the seeker to constellate this white noise of information, because surely the truth will be buried deep into the 100th page results of googles almighty search engine.

The majority of people, in spite of years of trying to trigger their critical thinking faculties have remained blissfully close minded, only willing to listen to those heroes which have been fabricated for their amusement. Those propped up by the internet hegemons. For instance Microsoft/ Apple controls the operating system, google controls what you find, Facebookerberg controls what you share, digg and this universal like/ dislike control grid reduces us down to easily read binary code, and so on with youtube, skype etc. A continuation of the same media/ alternative media hegemony that damaged our brains in such a way in which people simply cannot process the similiarity.

If my words offend you ask yourself why. Maybe its just because you're satisfied. Like a unknowing Nazi supporter.

The answers to our problems on this planet are real simple, we need to stop lying. I am not talking about politicians. They lie to you because you lie to yourselves.

Real fucking difficult.