Repentance

In the absence of more exalted and maybe also more time-consuming inspirations, I was going to just write a sarcastic and maybe even hurtful piece about Hollywood, but then I stopped myself mid-stream as I suddenly realised there is probably no niche in all of the human and animal kingdoms probably less deserving of being satirised than that of Hollywood. So that’s why, if you’re wondering, this piece isn’t satirising Hollywood even though it sprung out of that very initial desire. Where would we be after all without their endearing and shallow mix of violent, sexual, amusing and occasionally socially aware entertainments? We’d be screwed.

Looks like a 19 Year Old?

 Just an update on the girl Joe Biden “complimented” with the words, “I tell you what, look at her, she looks like she’s 19 years old, sitting there with her legs crossed.” This is who she apparently is:

I got that from the video below:

2 by Nicolas de Stael

 

Creep

 I’m afraid I’m failing miserably to stay away from the subject of Biden as here we are again on this front, where he stares in a daze of wonder at a 9 year old and says, “I tell you what, look at her, she looks like she’s 19 years old, sitting there with her legs crossed.” What the fuck. Who thinks this is how you talk about a nine year old? It’s tempting to just focus on the humorous, farcical side of things with this guy, but the danger there is that that can paint over the obvious fact that there is undoubtedly real darkness underneath this freak show - of Biden but also very much the world of which he is the public face. This is a guy who previously had to apologise over his inappropriate behaviour towards girls and even young children, but he’s so divorced from what should be reality and how to behave within it, that he comes out with this in public. 

Joe Envisages Utopia

 

“I have a dream . . .”

Time Travel

 “If you could time travel back to any time in history, when would you go to?”

“Emm . . . Maybe yesterday.”

“Yesterday?! What was so great about yesterday?!”

“I dunno. I just thought it was a pretty good day.”

Wisdom

 If I could think of something clever to say I would. Why wouldn’t I? It might embarrass someone? Let them be embarrassed. It might even be good for them. But what if though on the other hand I can’t think of something clever. Should I just keep my mouth shut or open it and hope for the best? There’s wisdom in silence, you might say. Yes, but what if it’s the opposite, and there is on this occasion no wisdom and just nothing to say? But as long as I keep silent, who knows what might be going on behind closed doors, behind the facade, so to speak. But then out spill some words, ordinary, and the spell is broken.

Yes but even there, who knows, something strange might happen. Amidst the banality, accidentally, somehow or other, wisdom inserts itself and gets in amongst the banality. But it’s just a feeling, you mightn’t be able to put your finger on where is the wisdom, that is if there is any - it just looks like after all there’s just ordinariness. It’s all like, let’s say, the effect of it, the wisdom, its presence, is there’s some pattern of things, invisible, in the mind, is the mind, and somehow that pattern all gets a little bit rearranged. It’s all very vague - but then again how could it not be vague if we’re talking about the rearranging of something invisible? So anyway you don’t even know if something has or hasn’t really happened. That’s how vague it is. But something does feel a bit looser, and it’s even maybe quite pleasant - so that’s enough to be getting on with.

Faithfulness?

“Every herd is a refuge for giftlessness. Only the solitary seeks the truth, and they break with all those who don’t love it sufficiently. Is there anything in the world that merits faithfulness? Such things are very few. We must keep faith in immortality, we must be faithful to Christ! Ah you’re wincing, poor fellow. Again you haven’t understood a thing.”

Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago

X22 Report

 Just to link to a site I sometimes visit on Rumble as a kind of news and overview site. A lot of interesting stuff generally there broadly on issues of the Deep State, fake media, big tech and so on versus the rest of us. Lots of striking information but also certainly at times conjecture. This its latest piece: 

https://rumble.com/vhkblj-ep.-2486b-information-waterfall-public-awareness-kills-all-protections-buck.html

Mediterranean Acid

 

By Ceephax Acid Crew. It hardly needs me to say this is the greatest and most sophisticated music video ever made by man or beast. And while we’re here, I’ll also add his Capsule in Space video below.

KGB Defector Details “Woke” Subversion of West

 There are much longer videos of this man Yuri Bezmenov, a very educated defector from the USSR, speaking on these issues, but here from 1984, in just a few minutes, he outlines the four basic stages of subverting a nation from within, as employed as a definitive system by the USSR towards enemies. Please watch as it is a very important video. This obviously extends way beyond America but how far things have gone by now there is shown where for example mathematics is being criticised by a Californian education board as being racist. With my taking  that as one symptom of a moronic and suicidal malaise, Bezmenov basically talks here about the path that has led to such subversion and self-crippling of a nation. Below that I’ll post a video contrasting recent military ads from Russia and the US.

There’s no need to even bother to criticise the US ad above. It speaks for itself, and within any sane reality shouldn’t even be within the realms of conceivable parody. To quote Bezmenov’s description of the goal of ideological subversion: “to change the perception of reality to such an extent that, despite the abundance of information, no one is able to come to sensible conclusions in the interests of defending themselves ... and their country. It’s a great brain-washing process, and it goes very slow.” 

Also remember a particular defined enemy like the USSR at the other end of the process is to some degree besides the point, as after a while the process is parasitically working from within virtually on its own momentum, particularly through the efforts of education, the media and the entertainment industry, though also with the consciously ‘helpful’ role of figures like George Soros further accelerating momentum. And the relentless hatred of and assault on Donald Trump is because he entered the arena as a counter-force. This would be felt both consciously, and with utterances by Soros perfectly showing this, but also presumably felt by the more innocent brainwashed elements, who have no idea of the underlying issues going on. 

So for instance though Trump never lied his way into wars, the level of hatred of him is incomparably greater than for people basically known to have done precisely such things, and who have great amounts of innocent blood on their hands. How could they possibly explain this emotional response? They could point to certain things but on any rational level it makes no sense as Trump’s sins wouldn’t remotely compare on this kind of level. The meaning is that Trump is actually experienced as a direct attack on their brainwashed inner world, which they experience as their very existence. He doesn’t compute! The mass-murderers on the other hand can fit easily enough into this world. They are not really perceived or experienced internally as a threat to the order of things. The phenomenon of Trump though is experienced as a threat. Thus the insane degrees of animosity - it’s a violent allergic reaction from the subverted brainwashed self. This is its means of survival to this threat to its very existence. That’s why the personal responses against Trump can be so crazily intense, even perhaps where he isn’t even being mentioned, such as if someone laughing at Joe Biden. It’s the biological fight for survival instinct kicking in or exploding in defence of the fragile subverted self and the subverted world that produces it.

And thus also the mania for cancel culture: contradictions that don’t align with ‘reality’ here cannot be reconciled. They are not argued with. They must instead simply be removed from view. And this is exactly how contradictions are dealt with in Marxism. How can a perfect system have internal contradictions like dissent? That would imply imperfection. So no dissent! 

Hot Air

A hot-air balloon up in the sky, a basket, people inside, floating about in the wind - and naturally it’s the hot-air and not much else keeping it afloat, from crashing to reality. Well yes there’s the material of the balloon itself, its fabric giving it its shape - but without all that hot-air filling all the fabric up from below, well we’d quickly see on its own what good all that would do. The natural air, the wind might help it out for a little bit but anyway, soon enough, weight, gravity, downfall, disaster. Let’s hope they don’t run out of hot air.

More Stills

 Two images from Tarkovsky’s film Nostalghia.

Ivan’s Childhood, Trees

A few stills from Andrei Tarkovsky’s debut film, Ivan’s Childhood.

He’s Getting Worse

He’s sinking fast. No one could surely have ever thought they’d end up in a reality like this. In name anyway, after, ahem, getting the most votes in their history, this is the president of the United States. Am I in some kind of bizarre dream?! And if I am, what has gone wrong with me that this is the kind of stuff I’m coming up with?! 

You’d want to have watched an awful lot of very bad acting to somehow accept this guy as something real. It’s a bit like one of the weird scenes from Twin Peaks where a seemingly straight character is revealed to be some demon-possessed freak. Which is maybe exactly the truth of things, but anyway generally, regardless of whatever squalor lies beneath, we get presented with stuff on the surface a bit more plausible than this. This farce though is the best they could come up with this time.

When the last snow

When the last snow, which had been left in mounds between the cleared sections, was shovelled away, the whole railway opened out and became visible, straight, like an arrow flying off into the distance. Along the sides of it lay white heaps of cleared snow, bordered for the entire length by two walls of black pine forest. 

As far as the eye could see, groups of people with shovels stood in various places along the rails. They were seeing each other in full muster for the first time and were surprised by their great numbers.

Doctor Zhivago by Pasternak.

Fortress

What’s the point of a castle, a fortress? Well it’s the centre of a kingdom, a place of habitation and a stronghold, a defence against external forces. So in terms of this defence, the shoring up of one’s defences is key, for where will some enemy who comes along attack? Well, unless they’re stupid, they’ll seek out potential points of weakness, and that’s where they’ll focus their efforts - perhaps slyly, under cover of darkness. That’s their point of entry. It could involve traitors from within, some unknown entrance and passageway, weaknesses in its foundations, whatever. The enemy won’t say, “Well the rest of the fortress is strong. It wouldn’t really be fair to focus on the weak points. I’ll ignore them.” 

Just like in a game of chess - if the opponents are of a decent standard, they can’t generally just go all out after the other’s king. It’s a process, though if the other’s choices and defence are particularly poor, then the more quickly and perhaps surprisingly direct can be the assault.  

So anyway the stronghold must take itself seriously. It doesn’t say, “ What’s a point of weakness or two. Overall I’m in good shape.” And also the more solid the defences, the more powerful and dangerous in turn is that realm in its ability to go on the offence, and go after the enemy’s points of weakness.

Barrier

[This below did begin genuinely naively, as in not having any clue what if anything might present itself in the act of writing, but just to say it does end up looking into something pretty deep and heavy. The very end of it I just wrote straight rather than within the tone or voice of the piece, which artistically isn’t justifiable but it allowed me to at least for now finish it!]

This will lead wherever it leads. That’s obvious but then again what if it doesn’t lead anywhere? That’s impossible. If it’s in motion it can’t stay where it began. But what if it simply leads to a dead-end? Well even a dead-end is somewhere, but then again is there really any such thing as a dead-end? Of course there is - go down a road, you come to a dead-end, you can’t go any further. But energetically are there dead-ends? As long as energy is being used in going in a certain direction, well then it’s always going onwards. Energy doesn’t know full stops. So with all this, there might come a point in time when it becomes clear some pathway you’re on isn’t leading somewhere you really want to be going. There were signs along the way but you ignored them, but eventually you come to some kind of point, a barrier, and you can’t do any more ignoring, this is a dead-end in some very serious sense, conscience, whatever, has kicked in, some instinct for survival, for your soul maybe, and beyond here you really, really don’t want to go. It’s a bit mad to be honest you came this far in the first place, but now there’s no denying it, it’s definitely time to get the hell out of there, to back off.

But there’s maybe others who don’t recognise it’s a dead-end, or if they do recognise it, they don’t seem to care. Why don’t they care? Why instead of the getting the hell out of there do they instead jump over the barrier, push it aside, walk around it, whatever and keep on going? Well what exactly kind of dead-end is it? Why is it screaming out, Abandon hope all ye who hop over this barrier? Well we could maybe put it like this: the very thing that led you to stop, what reared up in you and produced all this is conscience, you saw clearly, whatever it is you saw, that you can’t hold onto this conscience and still keep on going down this road. It’s one or the other. You can’t have both. Whatever the things unfolding and seen along this path have gotten too heavy, and you can be sure they’re going to keep on getting heavier. So if anyone is going to keep on going, consciously beyond this point, it’s this conscience that they leap over and leave behind. But why would anyone choose that? What could be left of you after that? 

Okay, so they lose conscience, but maybe for some all that amounts to is a restraint that if they ever had it they’re all too happy to let go of. They jump over this barrier, and . . . are liberated! Away with restraint! Freedom! Maybe they even shout out a few things like that from joy or maybe just to encourage each other, that is if they’re not feeling quite so sure about all this jumping over and keeping going. And look at the kind of people who they’re now with . . . The cream of the crop.

So what was it that barrier, that conscience was restraining them from? Why did it have to be stepped over, abandoned? What wouldn’t it allow? Well, I think we’re talking of some kind of sensuality, some extreme kind. And it’s a sensuality that gives a high precisely from the sense of one’s conscience, one’s innocence being overcome, and here’s where things begin to get very dark - where someone else’s innocence is overcome, and who are the most innocent? . . .  And that’s probably what you saw - that was the dead-end.

 And in the sense of a drug-addiction, in terms of the sensuality of this, the intensity of the high, as one’s own conscience, as one descends, becomes ever coarser, the more powerful the violations of innocence required to give that same hit - for this sensuality is more in the mind than the body. The high is from the sense of transgression, and the less and less conscience there is, the more dreadful the acts required to produce a sense of transgression. 

Okay, this is where this whole thing led to. It’s heavy but there it is.

Bill Gates and Jeffrey Epstein

What a surprise to see Bill “Vaccines and Climate Change” Gates had apparently far deeper ties to Jeffrey Epstein than he was admitting to. Just to randomly add, Bill Gates helps generously fund for whatever reasons the fiercely independent Guardian newspaper. Where would we be without fierce independence?

Recent post on the deep weirdness that is Gates here:  http://wwwinabstentia-andrewk.blogspot.com/2021/04/who-hell-is-bill-gates.html

Permutations

“In the list of possible permutations, there are literally hundreds and maybe thousands or even millions or more different genders. How many of these genders, class, can you name? Yes, Alfred-Isabelle?”

“Today I’m Isabelle-Alfred. Do male and female count?”

“Good question. No, they don’t count. We now know that those are merely social constructs created for and by a colonialist slave-owning system of patriarchal oppression. So who will kick us off?”

“What if we mate humans with monkeys - does what comes out count as a new gender?”

“Excellent question. I’ll look up Twitter and see what is advised. Remember if you’re ever in doubt about these or any other such issues, go to the Twitter Social Reality Community Guidelines page, and there you will almost certainly find what you’re looking for.”

Form and Freedom

[I began writing below on this recently, and it relates to an earlier piece from years ago. So even though there is a crossover and repetition, I’ll just post that earlier piece first, and then, separated by an obedient army of dots, the newer stuff. At times I’ve tried to resist making an essay out of it, instead just shorter, isolated points.]

               

The elements of existence possess an intrinsic compulsion towards order but not towards an absolute order... or actually it’s better to say there is precisely this compulsion towards absolute order, but were it not countered by some contrary force, pulling towards absolute freedom, then life would end in a state of total stasis; everything compelled by this gravitational pull towards total order, and having attained this, all bound in a state of utter and immobile compression, and so no further development possible.

And on the other hand without this ‘gravitational’ force inwards towards structure working against the outward directed force towards freedom - and absolute freedom being freedom from all structure - life would proceed to one uniform, formless chaos, again without any possibility of development, devoid of any evolutionary dynamic. So life is dependent on these two forces in a dynamic relationship of creative tension.

Art through this lens: the tension between the movement towards structure and simultaneously freedom from structure.

So also obviously with an individual human life. For example, if the attraction towards the centre in the form of a society's constraints is excessive and dominant over the individual's contrary drive towards absolute personal freedom, then ignorance of what this freedom constitutes will result, when this drive manifests itself, as a destructive force rather than constructive, bound up neurotically with reacting against some perceived forces which deny his freedom rather than as an independent constructive force leading towards freedom. This explains the various acts of seemingly mindless vandalism.

This seems to be an endlessly helpful lens over all kinds of phenomena, with for instance totalitarianism a manifestation of the the drive towards order at the expense of freedom.

 If anything is made an idol of, the results are going to be the collapse of the false nature of the idol in upon itself, with its faulty logic inevitably working itself out in the field of time.

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The creative force of life is the tension between the yearning for form and the greater yearning for absolute freedom which lies beyond form. 

Freedom without finding new form dissolves towards chaos. Some of the later paintings by Turner seem to embody the drama of this. You could say, but that’s just a painting of a storm. But why is he drawn to such an image in the first place?

On the other hand, form where the drive towards freedom is weakened and virtually absent becomes stagnation. So the two must be in creative tension. So society seeks a stable order, but if this is too stable it loses all creative force, stagnates and even dies - as with formerly great civilisations like the Egyptian. 

Why smugness is experienced as distasteful - some mediocre form, instead of seeking to go beyond this form, utterly pleased with itself. The Rat Pack comes to mind for me! A Hollywood awards ceremony would be a glorious incarnation of this energy also.

Why capitalism, for all its possible misdirections, is so virile: overall there is a very stable structure, but within which is a very open field for innovation and new forms.

Wearing masks, social distancing, pressured vaccinating: all manifestations of constraint over freedom. How long do people accept such constraints? Depends on how strong the instinct for freedom is in them. The weakest would accept it forever. The yearning for form for them is simply for biological existence at whatever cost, including freedom. 

Totalitarianism is where the drive towards form triumphs, however temporarily, over the greater desire for freedom. Such triumphs though are always unstable because of the dynamic of this inbuilt nature of things, and the greatest goal for the totalitarians is to absolutely suppress this drive towards freedom, pushing up from beneath, to the point of quenching it forever. This is the aspiration and essence of The Great Reset at the moment: to achieve a permanent, unthreatened caste system of masters and slaves, despite the overwhelming superiority in numbers of the ‘slaves.’ Its famous slogan is “You will own nothing and be happy.” Yes, mein fuhrer. Its principal known architect, Klaus Schwab, even speaks of changing humanity at the biological level as part of this Great Reset. Without looking into it, in the absence of anything else coming to mind, vaccinations are surely part of this.

Huxley’s Brave New World is a vision of this consciously achieved triumph of stability/form over freedom, through from infancy relentless brain-washing techniques, while through physical compensations like sport and a shallow promiscuity, the drive for freedom is successfully channeled and rendered harmless. Even here though, so innate Huxley felt is that drive, that some rare individuals awaken and internally, if not especially externally, rebel to the point of requiring expelling from society.

Art seeks balanced form, but the more in touch the artist is with the creative force the more ultimately unsatisfactory is any such finished and finite state of balance and completion, as simultaneously the greater pull towards freedom is looking to move beyond and free of it. 

So as soon as the supposed promised land of perfect equilibrium is within sight of realisation, this artist actually rebels and begins to destabilise this very realised state, not to destruction beneath this form but instead constructively beyond it. This is the instinct towards freedom alive within him. So there is always a tension inherent in this deeper soul’s art of seeking to attain perfect form, and immediately seeking to go beyond such limits.

The program of radical politics acts like a parody of this where rather than a moving beyond existing form, it actively seeks destruction of society’s existing form, its values, etc and then from eventually the disorganised chaos, it can then instil its preconceived new form or order. So there is nothing organic or natural. Conscious vandalism - to connect it to the point from the earlier piece.

Subversion

As an experiment in something, I’m writing this with my eyes closed. For the sake of legibility and literacy though, I will afterwards correct any mistakes with my eyes open. I presume some readers, regardless even perhaps of gender, or maybe even race, are finding this all very exciting - “Oh my goodness, I don’t know if anything like this has ever been done before!”

I would like to say I share in your excitement, but to be honest that would probably be something of an exaggeration. I won’t pretend I’m exactly being swept away by the thrill of it all, though it may be yes, for all I know, something of a landmark in terms of literature. “Yes, of course it is! Though mightn’t it be better if you didn’t correct the mistakes afterwards with your open eyes?” Possibly, who knows. Maybe it really would be more fascinating if for instance the word intended to be “though” instead came out and remained as “thigh.” Maybe thus all kinds of subconscious thoughts and wonders might incarnate themselves, subverting the enslaved pathways of the conscious mind, and thus shake the very foundations. But anyway, instead of all that you’re going to just read it like this.

Let It Flow

 By Spirtualized.

Decadence, Wilde

Beauty in the sense of sensuality as a lived aesthetic or philosophy degenerates, if one continues on its paths, into decadence, which if one continues along further degenerates into darker territories, self-disgust, and so on. Marquis de Sade is a famous instance of someone who lived out the journey into the darker realms. The Decadent movement is exactly what that movement was called by its own protagonists as it emanated in late 19th century France, and it implied an ethos of excess and artificiality, the seeking out of pleasures, particularly pleasures that had the added spice of feeling perverse or forbidden. Perhaps it’s something of the death throes of the Romantic movement in an increasingly industrial and materialist age, but whereas the Romantic movement had a strong yearning for the spiritual, now as it runs of out of steam it instead retreats and resorts to a desperate wallowing in sensuality as a final island of resistance. This is where it tries to have its victory over, or perhaps apart from, the rest of reality.

Oscar Wilde was very influenced by the Decadent movement, with much of his subsequent writings and life fitting to some considerable degree within its framework, and the flimsiness of decadence as an ethos was brutally shown when Wilde met with brute external reality and prison. The ethos of self-indulgence was exposed to be so hopelessly irrelevant as any kind of answer or consolation in the face of such extreme trials. The point is not that Wilde deserved his punishment, but that this experiment in self-indulgent decadence, as is repeatedly proclaimed in his writings, got to confront very strongly how this aesthetic actually measured up to a life that included so much suffering that lay beyond the confines of some aspired to pleasure-filled bubble. As Wilde discovered and himself accepted, the ethos fails miserably. Too much of truth has been sacrificed for decadence to equate to any kind of answer to life. 

And to add while those at ease within that kind of world of self-indulgence would be delighted to celebrate the gift of someone like Wilde as an intellectual poster-boy and martyr for the movement, in truth such undignified confines are far beneath his gifts and capacities. It must have been especially painful for Wilde to see in sober clarity the kinds of mediocre people of so little depth he had dwelt with who actually were spiritually at home in those shallow realms, and for which he essentially sacrificed his life as a person and artist.

Tension

 

BLM and Mao

Below we see BLM founder Patrice Cullors speak with very visible pleasure of how cool it was for her writing to be recognised as deeply reminiscent and suggestive of The Little Red Book by Mao Zedong, formerly known in the West as Mao Tse-tung, head of the Chinese Communist Party, and considered the greatest mass murderer in history. Dostoevsky in writing of the radical world in Demons wrote of the revolutionary figure Nechaev and his ilk that “these pathetic freaks are not worthy of literature,” but that unfortunately  the issue was far too important to ignore. However Dostoevsky was far too true to his calling as an artist for this book to remain simply within the narrow parameters of being a polemic, and it grew in conception and execution to astonishing and fantastical depths. But anyway back to the depressing issue at hand.

There is no excuse in terms of ignorance for anyone this century to be admiring of the figure and political philosophy of Mao Zedong, and in truth only a “pathetic freak” could in the realms of intellect and conscience do so. It is both so crude and shallow at the intellectual level, and despicable at the moral one, that the only possible defence lies in the very fact that being such a pathetic freak excuses you from knowing any better. However thankfully we have a freedom of inner movement far beyond being stuck within those kinds of degraded limits, and, apart perhaps from being a complete idiot, only some appalling and wilful violation of conscience could result in the idealising and emulating of such blatant evil.

Defunding

“Who do you think would be the biggest winners if we defunded the police?”

“I suppose criminals.”

“No! That’s not the right answer! Some of those police are corrupt!”

“Yes, but if we’re going to go by percentages, all criminals are corrupt. Your house is being broken into. Things could get very ugly. Who are you going to call - social workers? It’s perfectly obvious criminals would be the biggest winners here. But anyway, why are we talking about this? No society, unless it had precious little crime, would be so suicidally stupid as to push or pursue such an idea in the first place.”

“You need to stop thinking for yourself. Just wait up there a few minutes and I’ll look up and see how I’m supposed to respond to all this ...”

Ten minutes later ...

“You’re a white supremacist.”

Horse

A hobbled horse was moving about the courtyard in halting leaps. It was an unknown horse and must have wandered into the yard by mistake. It was already completely light, but still long before sunrise. The sleeping and as if totally deserted city was sunk in the greyish purple coolness of early morning. Lara closed her eyes. God knows to what country remoteness and enchantment she was transported by this distinctive and quite incomparable stamping of shod horse hooves.

 From Doctor Zhivago by Boris Pasternak.

One Minute

“You’ve got one minute to come up with something that proves you’re a genius or else we kill you.”

“One minute?! Is that all I get?!”

“If you’re really a genius, you won’t need more.”

“But what if I’m not a genius?!”

“If you’re not a genius it won’t matter how much time we give you.”

“That’s true I suppose.”

Funnily enough, I literally gave myself something like one minute to come up with something before coming out with that! Not that it had anything to do with trying to prove anyone to be a genius!

Facts

 “Facts don’t exist until a man puts something of his own into them, some share of whimsical human genius, something of the fantastic.”

Boris Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago. Though just to add, it’s a character speaking those words in the novel rather than a straight utterance from Pasternak.

Future Thought

If I said I wrote this in the future years ago, and only now have we caught up with that time I wrote it, and so here it now finally is . . . should the burden of proof be on me to prove my assertion or on someone else to disprove it? It should just be ignored, says you. But that’s so unfair! What a slur on my integrity! And even if it was just made up - and I’m not saying it was - at least it’s maybe some kind of breath of fresh air, and we could all do with some of that. No, we want the same stale air over and over and over again!

Black Woman Versus Condescending Racist Liberalism

This brilliant minute long clip probably deserves a better and more succinct title than I’ve come up with, but anyway!

Mars, Vaccines, Internet, Biden

I’ve tried to rein myself in from wallowing in Joe Biden and his demented ramblings, as for one thing it’s not as if there’s anything left to prove on that front - however much the joke of the mainstream media in general tries to hide things. I’m giving in to temptation though as this quote below is I think too exalted to miss out on. I don’t know if I should be able to post the short video itself here but anyway I’ll print the quote, and as you can see in the link to the video, it’s not an unfair chopping up of his words.

Here’s the clip: https://www.tiktok.com/@tmerch777/video/6956424900617800966?is_copy_url=1&is_from_webapp=v1

“Scientific breakthroughs took us to the moon. Now we’re on Mars discovering vaccines, gave us the internet ...”

An apologist for Biden would presumably argue there should be a comma after Mars, but, in this sudden energetic burst from out of the confines of his more usual stupor, this is not really how Biden delivers it. Based on the spoken words it’s all pretty random as to where the punctuation marks should if anywhere go. As for the “gave us the internet” bit  that immediately follows Mars and discovering vaccines: comma or no comma, good luck in making sense of that flow! “What he means is ...” Yes, thank you, interpreter. 

There is it seems for Biden at times no mental filter to say, “Wait up Joe. Those words make no sense.” Though, in his favour, it could be claimed that I’ve been too presumptuous in inserting that comma after vaccines, and Biden is actually claiming that “discovering vaccines gave us the internet.” What a revolutionary thought! Whether Mars was involved is another issue.

Speaking of demented ramblings, here are some highlights of a speech Biden, the most popular president ever, recently delivered at the 50th anniversary of Amtrak trains (National Railroad Passenger Corporation) and where the words are seemingly, at least in places, Joe’s own. There is contained within an incredible story about getting a train to his birthday party, and then getting a train back. Enjoy. Another highlight is a few yards of masked running without falling down. There are also some words haphazardly joined up together that, if we can fill in the mysterious gaps, seemingly imply some New York tunnel could have been built. 

Seriously though, imagine the mind that came up with this stuff for such an occasion - or any occasion - and was happy with it. What a freak show.