Victory lap

Don’t you find it strange the Twentieth Century was so technologically advanced?

Imagine my shock. Three months prior, almost exactly.


I am shooketh, folks. Q r real.

May I direct you to:
including many things

Yes, indeed, many. A. Thing.

Update: Logical correction: What calls itself ET is a question of existence and labelling, which is separate entirely from the question of the reliability of their testimony so stop bashing us with that Bible Churchians, your faith is too easy to shake.

To save the atheists time

Fridge horror: all experiments die.

It isn’t nice being in the petri.


Approaching two-thirds through the year (ratios are important), it’s amazing how far we’ve come as a culture, isn’t it?

I think next year will be better, I’ve got a good feeling for the first time in …ever.

And I forecast one-third of the year in advance, more or less. There are reasons, lunar cycles and such. It just seems to work. Doesn’t it feel like that change in the air is finally turning positive? For years it felt oppressive, like a thick foggy cloaking of lies, slowly smothering us if we dared open our eyes. Now it feels like the air is clearing after an air raid, like there’s some freshness. It’s hardly seaside levels of clarity but… it’s getting there.

I can’t help but feel it’s the start of something very, very good.

Global. 2019-2021.

This is a turn-up for the books, I can tell you. I used to think no one cared, everything was lost and that ravenous entropy of evil was going to turn this world into Evil Clown World. It’s amazing to see all the things I cared about and worked on for so long popping up as relevant. Things that didn’t make sense before click into place and it isn’t just weirdos like us anymore. The perfect is the enemy of the good.


Pictured: Depp seemed fine when I saw him.

Oddly fine.

Perfect fingering.

No “apparent suicide” here, he was smiling like 40% of the time, which is a lot for him.

I call this one the Heyyyyyy….

low-cut tops are worth the shots, folks.

Yes, I am a hypocrite when rock is involved.

You don’t say no to Alice Cooper.

People have no sense of humour any more

I think it must be an age thing. A bubble used as a control group.

Actually, isn’t Ivory Tower a white supremacist meme? It sounds like one of those things the SJWs will pick up on in coming years. Towers are also symbols of privilege or some shit. Echo chamber was quite a funny way to re-purpose stories about torture chambers (so built so you could hear the echo of the victim’s screams). If I had to put up with purely “normal” sources, I’d scream too.

These simpletons take everything a person writes completely seriously (I’ve seen the traffic) and don’t get the sarcasm inherent to slang. Pre-internet twats, for the most part, upset they aren’t “cool” like that’s a thing instead of a 50’s marketing gimmick to sell Elvis’ fat face on his target victim’s knickers. We don’t fall for that shit. Humourless jobsworths for the rest. The kind of losers to spread memes on Facebook nine months after circulation, then misinterpret them, of all the indignant pozz.

Memes are an art, rarely understood.

I don’t believe any thing I post, really, this is a shit blog and always has been. I’m amazed there’s any traffic.

I would prefer to think of it as entertaining shit. Singing and dancing crap.

I said on the About this is craptacular and you still have your own mind. Satirists must exist to keep everyone sane. Imagine if they pulled a Cromwell and banned all comedy. Then you’d see rivers of blood. People need a sense of humour. I wonder how people can live so long without one.

Why bother hating a child of God, then again. That’s as much as I’ll say on that.

You aren’t supposed to believe everything you read, that’s the entire object lesson here. The fable is to trust your own ability to check on things. If you can’t be arsed, why should I spoon feed you? You don’t want to know, it’s like quoting the bible to an atheist. I don’t think you understand how painful it is to hold back things people are unwilling to hear, knowing them to be true. Knowing! No wonder God hides from us, if any true sentience is such a burden. These blogs and forums and videos and interviews aren’t about that. I have a gratingly pedantic style. It’s my inner auteur, cannot be helped. -shrug- I’m the type of foppish person seized by an idea, who obsesses and researches and boils it down to essentials, whatever is worthwhile. I suppose I fall in love with certain, silly things. Don’t we all? Don’t our passions kill us? Well, this is a moral quandary. I came to the public conclusion a number of years ago ’tis better to be wrong and give something valuable to the world than be right and offer up nothing. We all wish we could do more for the “normies” to have a shot at real happiness yet find circumstances are quite a snare. The current system won’t let us do the right thing, by any one, it defers to the easy thing. Always, like a brattish aristocrat. Time will loosen those oppressions but I’m a lover, not a fighter. I couldn’t fight for toffees, too skinny. I was once taught a very useful lesson in perspective – everyone has one. On the other hand, you can choose to change your own by spotting others. We are never blind as we are led to believe. They ignore this blog to ignore that message, embedded in everything I bloody do. We disempower ourselves when we stop looking, really looking. What a brilliant blue ball in the sky under a fiery lamp, how dare we ignore it for some Plutonic cave that echoes the word ‘cuck’ nevermore? Who are we? I believe it hurts us deeply. I know sincerity is considered hideous online but you can see why this time, surely. As the media crumbles, the first group they lied about seeks to benefit and can serve to pull up the rest. There is a quiet excitement in a place of great air. You can merge perspectives from such a vantage point, pooling the audience for an accurate composition that really captures something. I hope you can spot the change in my usual tone. I don’t even bother to check most things nowadays, it’s the same sewerage pipe. There are higher and deeper truths than any thing you read online or in the papers. People lie, as House said. Just passively taking in things is still a bad thing, irrespective of the estimated quality. You can’t trust a single source if it’s contaminated past the horizon. There’s a whole world out there, Horatio. Ah, maybe I give too much away there. Drat.

Still, there are plenty of people who Care and they, the small dim lights, can be found in the darkest of places. Prepare to be surprised as the years sweep forward. Mixed motivations past a certain level are common. It is to be expected that some fall off the knife edge of shallow pressures onto the moral path… albeit later than would be desirable, all things considered. There is much lost time in this world and while we cannot get it back, we can choose to do what’s right with the remainder given us.

Mean while, people like us, and there is a number greater than one of us, sit around minding our own. Rarely chanced upon by fucking normies. We’re used to looking scary, every day is Halloween. If it keeps them away, good riddance. They don’t get it, they don’t want to get it, don’t give it.

It’s like they consider the internet a new invention when they showed up with their idiot phones and they don’t know how people are supposed to interact. Many of the “worst” parts of the internet are actually the most polite. They have a low tolerance for bullshit that makes them thoroughly pleasant once you understand signal to noise ratios and the generic etiquette.

I don’t know why they think this is a human level thing. The illusion of control perchance? From all I can tell, it’s a force of nature. It goes beyond “ideas are bulletproof” and into fundamental questions of human nature.

That, I find interesting to explore. I am not misunderstood, other people are confusing. They don’t comprehend themselves, let alone little old me. It’s like a magician, you can’t show them everything at once or they’ll irrationally hate your guts for it. Messengers are in danger of getting shot or worse, branded.

If science could get to that soul-level stuff, that would be great.
We are not dead inside, the guardian angel hasn’t mutated into an orc-like demon.

Mean while, I’ll be dancing around in a toga enjoying the decline, Roman-style.

Hey guys, maybe we should consider….

I think I might give up this year and let them all burn fully. That or a hiatus.

When I warned last year I wasn’t playing. It’s feeling time again.

Dealing with the new morons is stressful. I think maybe let them sink?

My family situation is changed, I moved for starters and work more hours than before. I don’t know if it’s possible to dedicate time to blogging for much longer.