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The History of Kamala Harris

For your knowledge and interest about Kamala Harris.  Here is a timely editorial that exposes the hidden background of Kamala Harris from the Combat Veterans for Congress Political Action Committee that is posted here with permission of the author. CVFC PAC supports the election of US military combat veterans to the US Senate and House of Representatives. The editorial begins: 

Kamala Harris' father was an avowed Marxist professor in the Economics Department at Stanford University in Palo Alto, CA. Both of Harris' parents were active in the Berkeley based Afro-American Association; Fidel Castro and Che Guevara were the heroes of the Afro-American Association. 

The group's leader, Donald Warden (aka Khalid al-Mansour), mentored two young Afro-American Association members, Huey Newton and Bobby Seale; they created the Maoist inspired Black Panther Party which gained strong support from Communist China; the Black Panther Party served as the model for creation of the Black Lives Matter Marxist organization Khalid al-Mansour subsequently went on to arrange financing and facilitated for Barack Hussein Obama to be accepted as a student to matriculate at Harvard Law School. 

Following her graduation from college, Harris returned to California and subsequently became the mistress of the 60-year-old married Speaker of the California Assembly, Willie Brown, Jr. Brown's political campaigns were supported and funded by Dr. Carlton Goodlett, the owner of The Sun Reporter and several other pro-Communist newspapers. 

Brown was elected as Mayor of San Francisco, and strongly endorsed Harris' Marxist political philosophy; he guided Harris' political rise in California politics, leading to her election as California's Attorney General. Willie Brown, Jr. was a well-known long-time Communist sympathizer. Willie Brown, Jr. was initially elected to public office with the substantial help of the Communist Party USA. 

Today, Willie Brown is widely regarded as one of the Chinese Communist Party's best friends in the San Francisco Bay Area. 

While serving as San Francisco District Attorney, Kamala Harris mentored a young San Francisco Radical Maoist activist, Lateefah Simon, who was a member of the STORM Revolutionary Movement; Simon currently chairs the Bay Area Rapid Transit (BART) Board. Simon has always been close friends with the founder of Black Lives Matter Marxist Domestic Terrorists, Alicia Garza, as well as STORM member and avowed Communist, Van Jones. Harris has been openly and aggressively supporting Black Lives Matter Marxists; Kamala Harris is still closely associated with Maoist Lateefah Simon and Marxist Alicia Garza. 

Kamala Harris's sister Maya Harris was a student activist at Stanford University. She was a closely associated with Steve Phillips, one of the leading Marxist-Leninists on campus and a long-time affiliate with the League of Revolutionary Struggle, a pro-Chinese Communist group. 

Phillips came out of the Left, and in college he studied Marx, Mao, and Lenin, and maintained close associations with fellow Communists. Phillips married into the multibillion-dollar Sandler family of the Golden West Savings and Loan fortune. He funded many leftist political campaigns, and voter registration drives in the Southern and South Western states in order to help his friend, Barack Hussein Obama, defeat Hillary Clinton. Phillips has been a major financial sponsor for Kamala Harris's political campaigns for various California elective offices plus Cory Booker, Andrew Gillum, Stacey Abrams to name a few. 

Harris' husband, Doug Emhoff works for the law firm DLA Piper, which "boasts nearly 30 years of experience in Communist China with over 140 lawyers dedicated to its 'Communist China investment Services' branch. He was just appointed Professor at Yale to school future lawyers in the fine points of Communism.

When she was elected to the US Senate, Kamala Harris appointed a Pro-Communist Senate Chief of Staff, Karine Jean-Pierre. Jean-Pierre was active with the New York-based Haiti Support Network. The organization worked closely with the pro-Communist China/Communist North Korea Workers World Party and supported Jean-Bertrand Aristide, the far-left Communist former president of Haiti and the radical Lavalas movement. 

Fortunately for Harris, but potentially disastrous for the Republic, elected office holders are not subject to the security clearance process. If the FBI did a Background Investigation on Kamala Harris, she never would have passed, because of her 40-year close ties with Marxists, Communists, Maoists, and Communist China. Harris would never have been approved for acceptance to any of the 5 Military Service Academies, been appointed to a US Government Sub-Cabinet position, or would have been approved to fill a sensitive position for a high security defense contractor. Yet, since Joe Biden was elected, Harris could be a heartbeat away from being President. 

The US constitutional Republic is being threatened by the People's Republic of Communist China (PPC) externally, and by their very active espionage operations within the United States. The People's Republic of Communist China (PPC), with 1.4 billion people, is governed by the 90 million member Chinese Communist Party (CCP), that has been working with Russia to destroy the US Constitutional Republic for over 70 years. 

If the American voters read the background information (in Trevor Loudon's article) on Kamala Harris, they would never support her election as Vice President of the United States. Joe Biden is suffering from the early onset of dementia and will continue to decline in cerebral awareness; he will never be able to fill out a four-year term of office.

Since Biden was elected, the Socialists, Marxists, and Communist who control Kamala Harris, are planning to enact provisions of the 25th Amendment, in order to remove Joe Biden from office, so Harris can become the first Communist President of the United States. 

Since Biden was elected, because Biden would not be up to it, Kamala Harris would lead the effort to appoint very dangerous anti-American Leftist, Communist, Socialists, and Marxists to fill highly sensitive positions in the Washington Deep State Bureaucracy. She would fill all appointive positions in the US Intelligence Agencies, in the Department of Homeland Security, in the Department of Defense, in The Justice Department, the Department of State, the FBI, the CIA, most cabinet positions, the National Security Council, and in the White House Staff. 

American voters must alert their fellow Americans that Kamala Harris is a very serious National Security threat to the very survival of the US Constitutional Republic; she has been a fellow traveler of Marxists, Communists, Maoists, Socialists, Progressives, and Chinese Communists for over 35 years.

President Trump had much more background information on Kamala Harris than we presented here, and he was correct, when he accused Kamala Harris of being a Communist subverter. 

Geoffrey B. Higginbotham 

Major General, USMC

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I used to share all my thoughts, didn't I?

I'm a bit surprised this is all still here, but now we're being told 

Shotgun Start of Global Currency Reset. Platforms expected to collapse with the transfer of wealth.

and I'm wildly curious which platforms, because it *could* mean, again, I lose blogs. 90% of my thought shares are on blogger.

In case you want to see where I got that from, here you go. <<---

So I'm doing very well nowadays, and I don't miss the old days one bit, but sometime soon(ish) I need to share some remarkable stuff. I just really haven't had the time, and it's kinda funny how busy I've been, and will be for some time.

The old gods are being taken to task. I don't bother myself much with that grind any more, but I'm dearly loving the idea of comeuppance. 

I've always loved October. 

"This crisp and pleasant color opens up a space with its lightness, while radiating a fresh energy that evokes a day washed clean by the rain."
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Anyway, time rolls on and stuff. I get too excited to sleep sometimes.

Will proof be in the pudding?

 From https://operationdisclosureofficial.com/2022/08/05/special-restored-republic-via-a-gcr-report-as-of-august-5-2022/

Pinky grit

Watching on repeat while I scroll my finger into a charley horse through my suspended Pinky twit looking for something months ago... They blocked me from my own search function. 

 

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Hi guys 😊 

Some of you seem to be checking on me, so I'll just say now I am on a new blog that I'm not going to delete like the last one, this one has gotten kind of big and harder to search so it's going to sit here like an archive.

Hope you are having a great day, thanks for stopping by. 🧡💚💜💗

have you seen her

The coolest thing about that pic is it's the first time in the whole history of owning this little bitty laptop that I've seen a total lack of anything clickable from microsoft on the screen. Every opening pic always has all kinds of stuff all over it, especially a thing to click where the pic comes from. It's also more like my area of the country instead of some odd random locale from anywhere else on the planet. I really like it.

I think a whole lot of stuff is finally settling down. I was coming off 6 weeks of back to back to back viruses when I lost Pinky twitter, and then by end of Feb I was sliding into a head mess that I've already addressed, then coming out of that wound up back in very challenging physical therapy that put me back on meds to deal, but NOW it's all starting to smooth out.

In the background of my mind has been a running argument about whether to leap to another blog, but the disagreements among my fractures over that has been so hostile that a several blogs got deleted and a new private one started that is just sitting there. I'm not sure what exactly blew apart, but we can't seem to agree to disagree and move on. Whatever the blog issue is, I think it has everything to do with losing Pinky twitter and not doing any minecraft at all and everything else seems to be oscillations of sulking, throwing things (not literally), attempts at negotiations and resulting coercions, and I'm feeling shoved around and left out of loops and generally dumped on.

I think it really rattled me to nearly lose my daughter last summer. She came so close. Minutes, according to the surgeon. I made the decision to go into emotional shutdown and step up and handle a lot of stuff, and once Christmas was over and I laid in bed sick for weeks, I started processing the delayed response stuff.

I need to notate that this is the first time probably ever in my entire life that all my fractures agreed on the emotional shutdown and didn't fight for control at all, all my memories from last summer up through winter holidays are intact, and now we're all actively actually sharing space while we are dealing with delayed processing. I have lost a little time this month, suddenly a week was gone and I didn't get Easter cards out that I had ready, nothing bad but still a little aggravating. I have lost a few things that I'm apparently moving around. One day I went into a hard meltdown because it was so bad I couldn't even just cook a meal, and I've been cooking since I was a child. I think Pinky finally just stepped up and took over, and it seemed like the problem was that the 'kids' were in the way and didn't know how to do stuff. I haven't been that confused in a long time.

To wit, autism + bipolar + dissociated + delayed processing + lengthy illness + yearly grieving + fairly severe pain crisis starting up... Can I just say how proud I am of all of us for not breaking the internet yet? Not alienating anyone that I am aware? Not exploding bridges and leaving burning wreckage as I walk away?

I really don't know how Scott does it. He's handling his own cancer and my meltdown this last week. If anyone is feeling anything negative from me in the force lately or even the last 3 months, it's all brain chemicals. I know there are people out there on the twits claiming that understanding how the matrix works heals us and whatever, but I'm pretty sure I'm doing just fine, all things considering.

I know I came back for the info/matrix war. I've known all my life I'm back to do something. I know things that I shouldn't be able to know. I know I'm getting all kinds of help and support that no one else sees or knows about. I know I'm shown things for reasons and one of the reasons is I'm not afraid or intimidated to share. I've been sharing dreams and stuff for years. I've been hinting at more stuff for years. But today I finally just let it out on twitter. I know I'm on a team, I've known most of my life that I'm incognito so they can't find me because I was someone who caused a LOT of trouble for them before. I've been in and out of this for a number of 'lifetimes', whatever those really are. I've timeline hopped many many times. Maybe that's all why I feel crazy now, I don't know. I just know I've been very active in all this for a long time somehow, I have way too many memories that aren't this life at all, and I chose this really hard life on purpose for the best personal growth possible. I am pretty sure that dream I had as a kid about the Eyes that forced me to look back were activating me, and that had to be prearranged. I didn't understand that for so long, but so much stuff has been clicking the last couple months that everything is making loads of sense now.

I Remember.

And I'm going to say again, if I can get this far in a mind broken in so many ways and a body that's been through a lifelong grinder, you guys do not need to wait for any kind of permission or process to talk directly to God (Source) and start remembering yourselves. All you need to do is look inside yourself, find that peace that is inside all of us, and find your truth. Whatever you are being sold on about pineal glands and food frequencies and all that other stuff (I'm not against them or saying they're dismissable), just know that the One who made us and all of this around us that is miraculous and natural is in no way inhibited from speaking directly with his/her/its own creation. As a point of fact, I would think it's when we are our most broken that this direct contact is the easiest and most valuable. We are not alone.

I'm not sure exactly where my head was at the time, but a person was a turning point in solidifying a lot of things for me, and all I can keep saying in my head is thankyouthankyouthankyou. That pivotal point spun me through so many open doorways that I still feel like I'm flying and never coming back down. I may be an oddball in real life that plays weird games on twitter, but underneath the skidding around allthethings is a very quiet very thoughtful witness appreciating depths of vision. Sometimes it just takes a rare key turning a lock.

In the meantime, I reconned this blog one day, didn't realize it's 2 years old already. I made such huge personal progress on this blog that I feel like I can walk away any time now and be ok. One suggestion I put up on the wall in my head was maybe we could go back to minecraft before we worry about starting a new blog, and the hubbub settled down almost immediately. So now that I'm feeling a little better, I think maybe I'll work out a syllabus for the rest of spring and summer so that we can take turns relieving a little stress on minecraft and stop being on twitter so much. Not sure if anyone notices or can tell that different mes play on twitter, sometimes it's all I can do to keep a thread intact. We need more cooperation and real life. Twitter isn't exactly helping with that.

I don't know if this gift was meant for me, but it makes me feel good and it's magical. I want to share a very special day I had on twitter in an upcoming post.

Hidingnothiding

 

My weekend. Happy Monday.  😄

frozen phone

One of those on again off again days where my time online might be as brief as 30 seconds because I'm watching a sick kiddo who might puke any moment. In the past on my big pinky blog I used to work in short batches because toddler, or like the time I did live tweet reviews tiny batch by tiny batch in between kid stuff.

from 2914

from today 

I used to experiment with driving traffic from my pinky twitter, got really good at it. That was a stellar day.

In case you're curious, just click this.

Welp, what I originally planned to do on this post was transfer some screenshots from my phone, but I guess kiddo hit something during a vid call to her mom and now my screen is stubbornly completely black, no buttons work, won't turn off to reboot, will have to literally let the battery go completely dead to hopefully be able to reboot once I plug it in again, and who knows how long that will take if I'm not able to use it.

Maybe I'll paste a few really old really random things over.

Random thoughts while I work today-

Never leave without your towel, wait, hangar.

  

From 2015, this was a real problem that year.

The problem with trolls and bullies is that some of them have no idea what that is. So please allow me to spell it out. These are general observations and not necessarily something going on with me personally, but I will definitely speak to it because it keeps coming up in private messaging.

1- Dragging someone into other people's business in private convos is trolling. Also known as gossiping. After going through YEARS of that, I can't even begin to tell you how much ~I don't care~ who said what behind mine or anyone else's back and what that's supposed to mean to me.

2- Continuing to do that after being asked to stop is trolling. Also known as attention-getting.

3- Pushing for public explanations (reasons and answers) for responses to one's own bad behavior is trolling. Also known as bullying.

4- Asking people what their private plans are on a public feed is trolling. Also known as stalking.

5- Digging for more private info when one doesn't share one's own private info is trolling. Also known as being a creeper. As in not a friend. Or being a creepy 'friend'.

6- Jumping into other people's convos that one is not part of with snarky remarks is trolling. Also known as convo bombing. (We all do this, no saints out there.)

7- Publicly threatening to share private content to prove a point is trolling. Also known as sucking as a friend.

8- Publicly taking a response or lack of response personally where everyone can see one's personal drama while pointing blame is trolling. Also known as whining.

9- Knowing every move a person makes online in real time and casually making inappropriate remarks as though this person is family and one has the right to own them as such in public is trolling. Also known as being rude and inappropriate.

10- Making a big deal about how other people might('ve) handle(d) the way one behave(s,d) is trolling. Also known as grow up.

Since I have committed to being a public figure, and since I've asked as politely as I can both publicly and privately to stop being dragged into other people's dramas, I have decided that the only way I can get this through some thick heads is by dragging it out into a public venue. I can out-passive aggressive all of you any time. If you don't like it, go whine about it. This especially applies to all the people who've felt compelled to tell me about their skyping sexploits with a certain actor. Cut it out. You're ALL attention whores.

Thought I'd try pulling the battery out of my phone to make this go faster. Alas, I am inept. It's a really old phone. Patience is a virtue, I guess. Glad I kept FB messenger.

What else have I got?

Oh, here we go, I saved this from my first Linkedin version. It's gone now.

This cracks me up.

I almost never even go over there. (That clicks to LinkedIn.) If I took myself more seriously over there I'd probably scare people. I mean, can you imagine?

Current: Hijacking source code.
Education: Kicked out of high school physics for beating the teacher in the derby race.

Summary:
Conceived on a motorcycle.
Trained in exsanguination and dismemberment.
Skilled with knives and keyboards.

Experience:
Controlled burns, dispatching varmints and troublemakers.
Wrasslin bunnies.
I also make a darn good apple pie.

Projects:
Reallocating space in my spaceship.
Formatting the latest live tweet review.

Skills and Endorsements-
Top Skills:
Knowing when to stop and take a nap.
Juggling chainsaws and eggs.

Pinky also knows about:
Everything Johnlock.
Screwing up tables on blogger.

Education:
Thrown in the deep end of the pond.
Leap clear if you can't find the brakes on the tractor. #tuckandroll

Additional Info:
We just got a new roof so you might not reckonize the house on a google map now.

Following:
Many skilled magicians and thieves.

It's tempting. But a few of my connections take themselves a little more seriously than that, and, indeed, world dominate, so I don't want to be reassessed as property value fail by association.

You didn't see us start work on a puzzle and then move to dyeing eggs. I think someone is feeling better. A variety of foods seem to be happily staying on the inside, which is awesome. Crackers, grapes, applesauce, shredded cheese, and earlier she had a banana and hotcakes from McDonalds. I'm calling this day a success. Hope we don't get a sudden surprise.

Kind of a drag I can't take pix, some of these eggs are looking awesome. Think I"ll give this post up for now. But in case I don't have phone for a couple days, this is actually why I blog, so people can check on why I'm not answering my phone or tweeting my life away. It's all good.

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Dunno if any of you guys have experience with TMJ issues. Mine started after a really bad car accident when I was 19. I was 'ejected', more like broke through a side window and was almost gently deposited in high speed in a hyperflex position while the car ground around in a spin on its roof right at my head just before it lifted off into another flip and we just missed that nasty smear as I also finished a flip and slid into a wild rose bush. I was conscious through the entire thing, vividly remember that.

For years I lived with trigeminal damage on the left side, just really bad pain, but whadayado, right. They call trigeminal neuralgia the suicide disease but I have the kind of brain that gets high on pain. It's a miserable kind of dance through life, but oddly it kept me off going overboard on painkillers of any and every kind.

Years in physical therapy went by, pain threshold was drastically lowered, finally got pretty livable. Can't even tell ya what the migraines from that were like, just years of referred nerve problems, so the relief I finally got was amazing. Because of the unremitting intensity for years on end, I learned to super focus into an intellectual trance, working my brain like a compulsion for any distraction I could find to keep my mind off. Physical therapists have marveled over how much I can take, how long I can hang through what others find intolerable, opting instead for pain pills, shots, and surgeries, which don't always work. They *think* they are desperate. They didn't know how to focus out.

Because I am pain-dependent in a brain chemical feedback loop, literally getting high on pain because it forces unbelievable endorphin dumps, I actually think better and faster when my pain level is outrageously high, and if I add even just a super low dose of opiate to that it's like I'm literally floating in world brain or something. The last couple of days have been super thinky trippy because I'm back in physical therapy. Pinky readers saw me go through this fairly regularly, but I don't think I've shared anything about this kind of stuff in so long that newbies getting to know me now have no idea.

Through all that all those years, I never had a soul get me on the thinky level I was reaching. I hit that yesterday and spun even higher. As I sort of come down a little from that, I hope I can remember everything I was able to think so I can get it written out. Otherwise it'll be lost to the way twitter buries stuff.

My heaven and hell are the same. No one ever knows what's going on with me when I get stuck on repeats of stuff like this. If I could share this intensity would be like nirvana.

those dang mason forefathers

 

I think I'm starting to get my head pretty clear. I've had a lot of options and opportunities and directions and differences and agendas to weigh and find wanting, and as far as I can tell, I was on my own right path in the first place anyway, and all the rest was huge distraction.

"The truth is cynicism is about intent while stoicism teaches the understanding of reality for what it is. Many religions and philosophical traditions teach not to look at reality for what it is. Instead, they teach us to reshape reality based on what it should be."

I'm not into isms, but I do have to admit that cynicism is about as close to an ism as I get because I don't believe stoicism is truly honest. Perceptions of reality are so colored by local experience that the only way you can interpret discussion about it is through asking what the motivations are. In the end, reality sifts down to Who am I?, What do I want?, and How do I get what I want? Contentment is a lie because it allows us to ignore reality around us. Disruption wakes us up from our ruts, which can be likened to dreamy stupors, and action is how we define what level of reality we're willing to tolerate. Reality to each one of us is very personal. The problem lies in how easily people are put into dreamy stupors that's messing it up for the rest of us who are awake and pissed that our realities have been so disrupted that our own survival depends on the those in dreamy stupors.

Imma paste over my two old posts that actually used the word cynicism. 

2015. 

I'd probably be a really tough college professor

This is my brain on antibiotics. I've gone to plaid.

I suppose I might have lost a few people in that last post.

click for 15 Jokes Only Philosophy Geeks Will Understand

I've talked about how I feel about Plato's allegory of the cave. I don't often talk about how I feel about current events in politics and religion, which I believe is nicely summed up in the book of Amos, on which I did a paper for an Old Testament class on prophets. In short, all organized structures become layered with corruption, God himself loathes and throws out the traditional feast and worship days, corrupt leaders are warned they'll be dragged over the walls on hooks like butchered carcasses, because the cattle of Bashan wreaked havoc on the populace with their demands.

People have been arguing about what and who the cattle of Bashan are for time out of mind. Years ago during the writing of my paper, I found a very rare document that described actual wild cattle that ran loose in the mountains of Bashan, with great long horns, untamable to the point where they would shred domesticated cattle to bits with their horns if they came across them. One hardly needs to go into lengthy allegory with that visual.

I have a fondness for a movie called Equilibrium, loosely based on the Orwellian novel 1984. (Funny, calling an Orwell work Orwellian, a mild faux pas kind of chuckle.) Without boring us all, it's pretty much about the literal opiate of the masses, as it were, layered with the purging of human expression. The whole point is government control.

We are living in a golden age of human expression, on the cusp of mass inebriation with entertainment being the drug, a delightful causal loop I hope philosophy students can appreciate. We are so addicted now to entertainment saturation that we don't know what to do with ourselves if we are not somehow involved in either experiencing it, fabricating it, interacting with it, or creating it. The industry pimps and pushers make money on it, no doubt, but behind the boardrooms and off the books are the unofficial content editors. One example that springs to mind is the rumored Stanley Kubrick debacle.

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My problem with modern interpretation of any kind of truth is that our methods of revealing truth still keeps people's eyes shut, even when they think it's opening their eyes. Diversionary tactics include well-timed truth leaking so heads will turn and miss other truths right under their noses. No one wants to see what's really going on, and those who fall the hardest for 'truth' (even when it really is truth) often wind up becoming the very tools that help propel the diversions.

I stopped feeling shocked by anything years ago. Of course good people are really bad guys, or, to say it more correctly, bad guys wind up in good people jobs. It makes total sense that a judge is a secret pedophile, or that a cop is a rapist, or that a nurse contributes to an underground baby racket. Of course governments make quiet deals with drug and sex traffickers. The whole not negotiating with terrorists thing prompting homeland security to oversee and synchronize local police forces is only one of many necessary steps in a very long history of growing pains in this world. I said during a private discussion the other day that all governments arose from crime lords taking over and protecting their territories. We could go a step further and say we are all owned by one system lord or another, in pyramid schemes that go back at least a thousand years. The latest in fashionable 'truth' is that we have nearly reached that fabled balance of world powers that Orwell painted out for us. So... and then what? Some believe it must be congealed into a new world order so that we can stop all this silly continual war stuff, but the fight is over who will ultimately shape that final world order before we lock into an equilibrium state of world idealism, because idealism isn't the same thing from one part of the world to the next.

Good and bad are so layered and intricate and redefined from moment to moment that it's getting harder and harder to figure out what good and bad really are. At the lowest level, the person who praises someone rescuing ducklings or a kitten in heavy traffic might turn around and publicly mock, belittle, and treat another human so badly that a crowd rises up on facebook over one cat being abused or eaten, demanding the deaths of a person's family and even an entire country over something that doesn't warrant that kind of hatefulness at all. The frenzy of hate has become the new good, as long as hate is pointed in the right direction, whatever that is from moment to moment. Harnessed, that kind of energy drives powers far beyond our petty controls at the voting polls.

There is one truth behind all other truths- them vs us. As long as we keep falling for the them vs us thing, there is no hope for this world, no matter who you are or what you believe. Them vs us will always be the mechanism by which we are controlled. It's so simple to grasp, yet so difficult to accept. Every time we fall for the hate game, we propagate agendas we probably don't actually believe in going on at much higher levels.

"Researchers believe that the closest representation of the aurochs alive today is an Asian breed of cattle called Gaur... Photoshopped to be the size of an ancient aurochs."
click pic for the article

In the book of Amos, oppressors of the poor and crushers of the needy were called cattle of Bashan. This has been wildly misinterpreted so many times, so let's keep it simple. The untamable (above the law) do as they wish to those who are helpless to evade the abusery going on in institutionalized systems and programs. (Not that it actually matters, but if you believe in God at all here, pay attention that all the holy days and their traditions were roundly denounced by the end of Amos on the premise that they'd been so desecrated that they no longer had any meaning, ultimately highlighting that all days are holy, all grounds are sacred, and no one owns what God has made.) (Yes, ask why they're still being owned, why any religion or government would continue to lay claim to ownership of any kind. The Ancient Aliens guy said it best- religion was set up to regulate a slave system. It doesn't matter whether it was actual off-planet aliens. What matters is that control depends on a belief system.)

Let us consider that we are being conditioned to become dependent on daily crutches for our lives. One wild inconsistency I've wrestled with is an 'official' program telling me what is healthy for me to eat, insisting that I must eat like that in order to be a healthy person, but if I actually eat like that, I get very sick. In order to handle being very sick, I need medications to help me live with the problems that healthy eating causes me.

Did that make any sense? Whole grains being supported as a major food source in a diabetic guideline is a joke. Whole grains are a huge worldwide business. Coming from relatives who helped build the breadbasket of America, I've gotten to hear first-hand discussions on how tightly regulated the grain industry has become around genetically modified super seeds and the people who are getting wealthy off the monopoly over a food source (it's illegal to plant non-approved unpatented seed), squeezing out natural selection and creating legal battles over 'heirloom' planting. I see all kinds of political wrangling going on over food transport tariffs and labeling while people are starving to death in some parts of the world. Most of all, I'm watching a nation of diabetics keep shoveling breakfast cereals into their poor bodies while they can't understand why they can't seem to get some kind of control back over their lives. *I* did. Why can't they?

Gluten aside, modern grain sucks and here's why
Top 11 Biggest Lies of The Food Industry

There are so many ways we are being lied to, taken in, used, scammed, controlled, and ultimately guided into lives of self-medicated panacea for depressions and sufferings that don't need to be happening in the first place. Is it because there is a dastardly plan to make us weak and die? I sincerely doubt it. I think it has more to do with big corporations and big pharma being able to manipulate ad and product placement and target sales. No one really wants to hurt anyone. They just want to make money, and somewhere at the top of heap, someone is enjoying being kinda powerful. Life is more fun when you're powerful.

I'm not an anti-vaxxer. I'm not a truther. I'm not a religious zealot. I'm not a political activist. I do think I live in a country that won a bidding war over the brain fallout after World War II and acquired some really nice intellectual property, and that said property is being used to experiment with pumping up the populace (healthy citizens make a country stronger), and that some of the experimentation has backfired a little (one example being rumor of peanut allergies springing up from peanut product use in vaccines, no idea if it's true, but peanut product use is so handy and cheap, it's just everywhere), and it's not really anyone's fault, but yes, it would be nice to have more full disclosure and informed citizens. In the meantime, there is a very real threat of world pandemic, nuclear war, and crop failures, so thank goodness there are teams all over the world studying this stuff. I just hope they don't use the withholding of knowledge and rescue to gain power while people suffer and/or die, right? While we have power skirmishes between countries, this is a real problem.

I'm a cynic. (That links to the philosophy of modern cynicism.) (Not to be confused with pessimism. To get technical, I'm a pessimistic opportunist, ready for fail recovery on a moment's notice, lol. If my glass is half empty, I get a smaller glass so it can run over. It's all about perspective.) Mostly that means I don't trust Machiavellian types (which is most of them), and if we're going to be herding human cattle through a pyramid power structure, let's at least do it respectfully on all levels. We're all human beings here.

I don't necessarily agree with the source this graphic clicks to

The last post I made before this one is an art form of a sort, intended to communicate layered content. Just as a street entertainer will go to great lengths portraying the human condition, my blog sometimes go to exaggerated extremes making subtle (or not so subtle) points. If you are not practiced at seeing literary commentary as art or aware of the history of modern arts springing forth from the strange dark hallways of baroque-en humanity (yes, rub your eyes, that was intentional), then you probably think I'm a nutty fan just splashing around on a silly little blog.

You couldn't be more mistaken. But that's ok. If you don't get it, it's all good. I love fans. I love human expression. And now I'll add that I especially love innocence. It's so refreshing to me when someone has no idea what I'm talking about most of the time in a world where bad things go on unnoticed all around us.

Incidentally, I do believe we need world citizenship, and that we have a whole lot of growing pains to go through before dignity is a birthright over the entire planet. It's ok if you don't get what I'm really saying there. What is important is that no matter what happens or what comes, we need to care about each other, because if we don't, there is no hope in this world. Constantly pulling apart into hate camps over this and that judgmental opinionating is what makes people easy to control. Chew on that.

If this music is a drag, it's ok to skip it and go back to the other layers of silliness I sprinkle around my blog. Silliness might just be what saves our souls.

2018. 

speed fail

Another hour till  movie gang time and I know I'm super fail blogging lately, so quickie power point.

• I love burnt raisins. Overcooked the last batch of oatmeal cookies and am now delightfully hooked on that bittersweet of the tortured grape.
• My cynicism is kicking into high gear as I become more seasoned moderating on a game server. Srsly gonna start supplementing my twitter with the warn, mute, ban thing. Apparently foot fetish is ok to slide into DMs and I instantly hated, you know? Like *ew* thanx for spoiling a long twitter friendship.
• K, Holly's calling so the hour is slipping by, lol.

Here, have a video.

Afterthought, 2018. 

called it

I've been questioning exactly this from the start, as we saw in Puddleglum. I don't trust any of these groups. It's all a mind game. And if that is what's going on, look back to 1984 and Goldstein, like this guy says in the vid. I've said repeatedly that I'm an Orwell fan. I also hinted yesterday that writers were likely the original pop stars used as a tool by an elite group. If I were dying of tuberculosis, like Orwell, I wouldn't be writing nearly up to my death about creepy state control and then never see the profits and outcomes of that. I would be doing everything in my power to get closure with everyone I ever loved and think deeply about this beautiful earth I lived on for awhile and how grateful I've felt to get this chance to be here for awhile.


From fear and loathing- George Orwell didn't foresee how the proletarians would be used by social media.

From the mighty pen- I love author bios. It's cool finding out that Orwell was unimaginably ill with tuberculosis as he was writing 1984. It's comforting finding out that a favorite book here or there took ten years to write. It's weird wondering what a generation or two after me would say if I ever really did make it. It's horrible thinking it will all go to the grave with me if I don't get this done.

From way past Orwell, and far more sinister- we're clearly past 'conspiracy' now, if one pays any attention at all. The human rights issue is at stake, and how the balance tips on the scale is already happening. The psychological war for world dominance is very real, and if you haven't caught on by now that entertainment is the vehicle and that your chains being yanked on medias to stay upset (and thereby more easily pushed into directions of thought and chain reaction), then you need to wake up.

From and that's about as political as Pinky gets- There is no left or right. Everything is progressing exactly the way it's supposed to and has been for many years. We are watching a game being played out on a world chess board that's been going on for at least a thousand years and maybe much longer. It's not about liberalism and conservatism. It's not about human rights and the ecosystem. It's about winning the whole world.

From I'd probably be a really tough college professor- My problem with modern interpretation of any kind of truth is that our methods of revealing truth still keeps people's eyes shut, even when they think it's opening their eyes. Diversionary tactics include well-timed truth leaking so heads will turn and miss other truths right under their noses. No one wants to see what's really going on, and those who fall the hardest for 'truth' (even when it really is truth) often wind up becoming the very tools that help propel the diversions.

From my personal stance on the LGBT murders- Also, it helps to be aware that govts & media work together to direct the energy flow between hate groups in order to pursue agendas. If we need a different policing system for world peace, they can't just force it on people, but if we feel desperate enough, we'll beg for it. Allow the possibility that some of what we see in media is manipulated to an ends.

From in case some of you need more context on the transgender public restroom debate- I don't care what your religion is and what your beliefs are, if you are dismissive of others and cruel to people over silly ideas that you make big fusses over, I do not stand with you. If you believe it's ok to hurt (and kill) other people just for believing something different from you and looking different from you, and you base everything you think you know about life on glances without getting to know what it's really like in other people's shoes, then you've got a real problem when I walk into your room.

What would Plato say? We're all still in the cave, guys. What would Puddleglum say? So what if the cave is all there is, I'm going to believe what I want anyway because what I believe beats hell out of this cave.

If the truthers wind up being right and we march to our deaths, I've already accepted that I was blessed to be here far longer than I ever thought I would. If World Order is upon us and our children, teach them how to keep secret beliefs, how to quietly share love, and how to live underground without getting caught. Love is the most important part of survival, and the least used concept in Order. And what do I know of Order? Let me just pause and laugh.

Ok, back to now, and that was a LOT, so here is an old set of brain cleansers in case you need rescuing from deep thinky think stuff into the funner end of the pool. Have a great day.

Now I need stress relief from the news. And something motivating while I move around getting busy. Kinda still have this in my head from last night, so I'm going with it. (Save yourselves, stop scrolling down after this vid. God, I want someone to make a KhanGa vid...)

OH. You guys thought I was going to do an Alejandro tribute. You know it's one of my faves. Sure, why not. You guys know I absolutely adore this song, however darkly suggestive it may be of Hessian-esqe-ish Illuminati takeover of Vatican power (quick, cover your eye) and the hint that special ops robots are going around disguised as pop stars (Mulder wants to *believe*), and the haunting hint that there will be hell to pay (get it? hell to pay) for anyone who was remotely involved on either side of the Spanish Inquisition (which is *cough* still going on now *cough*). It's those dang Mason forefathers. Are they Christian or not? At any rate, j'adore these excellent fan tributes. I'm actually quite torn, you guys know I'm a hardcore Lady GaGa fan AND a hardcore fan of the fans in all the fandoms.






This one is so delightfully proletariat.

Who needs a brain cleanser? You're welcome.

wysiwyg

The slap fight that started in my head over how whiny that last post sounded after I published it went on at least 20 minutes before we got it sorted a bit. It's been a tough week, we had a hard day in physical therapy, momentary lapses in proofreading aren't the end of the world, and we're not going to hot seat ourselves over who wrote what. Obviously we're just tired.

Life in a head gang.  Some days you just let it go and don't analyze it to doeath. 

I really should be attempting to sleep. 

can't force this horse to drink that kind of dream koolaid

 

So round 3 thousand 8 hundred and seventy-one of someone systematically going through all my blogs and checking all of them pingpingpingping back to back within the same minute, and the dreams were off the hook last night. They weren't scary but it was like I was drugged and very interactive. Three different times I tried to wake up enough to get up out of bed, and every time was like instant back to sleep and I NEVER do that, even on meds to make me sleep.

Since I'm watching another trail, I just wanna remind us all that I was predicting future internet in 2013. Yeah, I dunno if this is the kind of stuff someone might be looking for but you know I'm good for documentation and timestamping. It's all out there. Just find it and read it. You don't need to be messing around in my head. I don't hold back on that kind of stuff. Well, for all I know this might be more than one faction.

What the heck, I don't think I have a backup copy of that dream, maybe I'll just paste it over here. Remember, this was nearly ten years ago.

07-12-2013, 06:55 AM

Once in awhile I have mind blowing computer dreams that make our current devices look pretty Flintstone. Last night was one of those nights.

The first part of the dream was about a whole new interactive site for all ages and interests, the ultimate everything you ever wanted in a website thing. It was like getglue and twitter and facebook and blogging and forums and music blogs and youtube and live streams and game sites and just everything imaginable designed to present and interact in a way you've never seen before, so intuitive and easy to use that I just fell in love with it and now what I wake up to looks ridiculously like retro 60s Barbie or something.

The user platform used a different kind of tech, kind of like a 3D hologram interface (which I've dreamed before over several years, but never this detailed, you can see the beginnings of holodeck tech at Here Comes the Holodeck), and the touch of a fingertip could grab exactly what you wanted with a thought, based on some kind of electron info sharing. I'm not skeptical at all, if you can control fake limbs and remote control monitors with your thoughts (it's real tech), why not extend that to figuring out how tech responds electronically to our weak radio signals from our brains? Anyway, the whole loading speed and networking tools were just gone, out of the way, internet had been completely remodeled and the goodies on the other side were like Christmas. Facebook and twitter were gone, swallowed up in this new interactive user site, everything either got absorbed or pushed aside, and the end result was the most fabulous internet experience I've ever had. It's hard to describe, but I can say that every surface was internet capable and you could activate anywhere, you didn't have to spend ungodly amounts on devices, software, and services any more because it was just in everything. On the flip side, TVs were gone.

The last part of the dream I was in a local theater for a city celebration of some kind, and the seats reclined all the way back to see a giant screen on the ceiling where videos made by locals were playing. And these were no ordinary videos. Tech had changed to the point where anyone could make top quality HD home video just like one guy can make a full band with a synthesizer, and remember those stupid cheap 70s effects you used to be able to do like split screen and pixilate and whatevs? This was awesome, you could wrap one person at a time in a 3D effect, or even multiple effects, create 3D popouts, make it look so real and choreographed that Hollywood could have done it, and it was just local people having fun. It was like local theaters had turned into the hotspots for get togethers and parties in between occasional blockbusters (got the feeling those were kinda rare given the huge advances in tech), and I loved it, was like being inside a youtube party with people you know and all the perks of being a theater.

My words do not do any of these visions justice.

Will these things come true? I've been having strange prophetic computer dreams since a very dear young lady died 9 years ago. We used to sit up together through the nights on our computers because she was afraid to go to sleep. I was almost computer illiterate and she (a child) would taunt me with funny things that she made happen with html. I begged her to tell me her secrets, but she never did. This went on for a couple of years and she finally died. After she died I had a dream where I asked her to show me her secrets now, and I started having computer dreams. I never studied an html tutorial. I hate tutorials. If I want to know something I first dream about it, then do a 3 second search and find exactly what I want, then do it. My dreams get pretty fantastic. I've been inside a computer and seen how the electrons flow. I've been in alt possibilities where some computer ideas never got off the ground that would have rocked the world. I've woken up confused thinking oh yeah, I forgot I made that website, but I never did. And I've dreamed of the future several times. I've seen movies and games that haven't been made yet, I've seen tech that doesn't exist yet, and I've always come awake feeling like it was so real that I couldn't believe it's not here yet. Remember how fast the last ten years changed? Put your seatbelts on and hang on. The next ten years might be pretty surprising, certainly the next twenty. Don't mourn change, because from what I've seen, it gets pretty awesome.

It's coming.

I honestly could not tell you why in the world I'm able to dream that kind of stuff, especially coming from years of the level of brain fail I glitched into. In 2013 I was still laboriously struggling on regaining coherent sentence structure and typing with really dark sunglasses on with all the curtain drawn because light was still hurting my eyes so bad. That's right, every letter and word I got out to public was against ridiculous amounts of pain and fail.

I miss my pinky account so bad. I know I was in a rough crowd, but they got me in ways no one else on this earth ever did. I miss the fun we had.

Oh look, another computer dream from 2015. 

07-21-2015, 07:21 AM

Just had another one of my computer dreams, so I'll try to write this as fast as possible before I forget.

The public kiosks were columns, like cylinders with tough metal protectors painted darkish purple. About chest height (to whatever I was) opened up to a screen laid over the lower half of the column, above it closed back up and the column continued upward a little ways. The monitor was very different from our standard, no search bar, and it took me awhile to find the back button when I hit the wrong order of instructions, so I think it was like different symbolism until my own real brain started interacting and didn't recognize something, and suddenly the symbols looked more like ours and I started waking up.

The keyboard was very different, too, monitor and keys were somehow the same thing. Nothing on the keyboard or screen went beyond darkish blues, purples, and black, I don't remember any other colors at all. If I used this hex chart, most of the 3 quads beyond lower right would be completely gone, and there would be holes in the lower right because lighter colors couldn't be seen.



There was no alphabet, just symbols, way fewer keys than ours arranged in two sets between a short upper row of function keys and an even shorter bottom row of another kind of function keys. I remember pressing certain keys that were marked with certain colored symbols in a very particular order and pulling up the coolest infograph ever that I can't even describe, it was like words and colors were the same thing.

The best part of the whole dream- the hard drive was pure liquid, in a tank beneath the keyboard/screen, couldn't see it because of the darkish purple metal cylinder casing, but I knew it was liquid. I'm not sure what was above in the continuing cylinder, but it still had something to do with the whole computer system, like an energy drive. All the cylinders were spaced out across distances, all were public, almost like telephone booths mixed with info kiosks mixed with computer cafes mixed with cell phone tech.

I had never heard of liquid hard drives, so now I'm looking them up, and it's a thing.

The liquid hard drive that could store a terabyte of data in a tablespoon of fluid

ARE LIQUID HARD DRIVES THE FUTURE OF DATA STORAGE?

This totally gives credence to the Xindi-Aquatic in the Enterprise series being one of the most advanced races.

What the heck was this.

Just got this funny visual.

"Jeebus counts, it's slang." ~tally mark~

"No!" Slams mug on table, sloshing drink. "It has to be your NAME! You can't go around changing the rules after you make the rules!"

"You're just jelly because no one ever calls you Lucie or something." Takes a drink.

"I hate this game." Glowering across the dark bar over the half empty mug.

Humming under breath, makes another tally, flips filled paper over pad for fresh paper.

Breaks pencil, throws broken pieces, swallows the rest of the drink, angrily shatters mug all over post-it with a few dozen tally marks.

"Well, you're the one who picked the fancy name. I can't help it if everybody thinks my name makes a better swear than yours does."

"I'm done playing this stupid game, I'm going back to work."

Gently puts away paper pad and pencil, neatly swallows rest of drink. "To arms, then?"

"You idiot." Glowers out of the bar.

Pencil quietly makes more tallies in pocket.

Lol, oh yeah. 😄 Jesus and Lucifer walk into a bar. Wait, how do I still have this font change....

I'm tired, I should go to bed.

Mood.

More mood.