A Brief Observation on Vampires

Be alert!

Or at least, don’t be totally absorbed in the Electric Universe of your cellular tech.

Watch out, kids—there are pedophillic vampires out there and guess what? Not all of them are just at the poverty threshold.

As a matter of fact, I would wager a guess that the “per capita” ratio is much closer to “1” the higher up the financial latter you look.

Why not?

What vampire wouldn’t choose to live in a mansion, cruse in a private jet and ride a yacht whilst drinking the blood of the rest of humanity?

“I’m no sucker” said the Billionaire vampire, then smirking at his own irony.

What vampire would choose to be a bum? None. That’s how many.

Vote Lyndon B. Johnson...er, Hillary...

Cool retro ad from Hillary "We Came, We Saw, He Died" Clinton.

The Answer

What’s the “answer”? (a random sampling of the populace)

Rube: “Hillary.”
Buffoon: “Trump.”
The Unenlightened: “Violence."
The NPR clown: “A national discussion”
The Foolish: “Disarm citizens”
The Outlandish: “Arm everyone”
The Pusher: “Vaccines and Drugs”
The Stooge: "Karl Marx!"
The Wheeler: “Mass surveillance.”
The Dealer: “Wall Street”
The Weird: “36 year old men identifying as 4 year old girls.”
The Neoconartist: “Nuking… (insert country here)”
Hillary: (she farts and her pantyhose under her pants inflate) “It take a pillage, er, village.”
Trump: “Sex is my Vietnam…The beauty of me is that I’m rich…who cares as long as I have a piece of ass! Oh, the answer? How about a wall. Fire the planet. I mean, we should literally set the planet on fire.”

Destroying Cynisims and Fear

Dear Milly Ennial, it is up to you to carry out the Commander-In-Chief’s mission. In order for you to reject Cynicism and Fear, you will have to utterly reject and destroy the Source of the Cynism and Fear: the sham known as the Establishment Two-Party Robot managed by Overlord Jack $$$ Oligarch.

Unfortunately my contemporary, Jenny X is on Scopolomine at an orgy in the desert humping the Robot, hence compromised and quite frankly either too cynical or brainwashed to care.

And ol’ Babe Boomer is quite content sipping the Lipitor and Viagra dosed koolaid served by the Robot on the hour every hour, eyes adhered to the Robot Television News with a top-secret military-glue and removal will require technology hitherto unknown.

It is a perilous mission, but I trust you will succeed.

Godspeed. —Col. Shalom.

Neither

I know it's hard to fathom, but there is an area outside the Left/Right circus tent. It's called reality. It's almost magical to those who have had their eyes transfixed on the amusement inside the tent, but I assure you, it is real. And out here, you don't have to drink Trump koolaid or Hillary koolaid. As a matter of fact, you don't have to drink koolaid at all! But I understand--the tent is warm and the action mesmerizing and there is a comfort in being part of a cult even if that cult pees on its members and tells them it's raining--be it blue or red... But because I am not part of this cherished cult system, to the blue I seem red and to the red I seem blue. But at least I am dry. Shalom.

toss some shit at the fan, will you?

I look at modern civilization as I would look at a country of strange zoo animals hurling their own shit at one another, and some reacting by eating the shit, others throwing it at some other animal that just happened to be in the vicinity but had nothing to do with the initial shit tossing, and others making strange art with the shit, some saving it so they can come back in the future and dump a whole lot of it on the entire populace, some building little shit huts, and others try to trade it for some other shit. It’s just a giant shit-show, and it’s just getting shittier.

Meantime, someone tries to come in and point out that this is a giant shit show and take a wild guess what happens? yes, you guessed it, this creature gets shit thrown at them, and perhaps the other shit throwers stop tossing shit at each other just long enough to unite against this new enemy: the messenger.

“Look—he is anti-us” they say, because they have come to identify with the shit show, and they think shit is in fact the definition of who they are, so anyone that attempts to show them this, and the fact that it’s all jacked up, they consider Enemy. So that’s the way shit gets shittier and shittier until it’s so shitty that people start dying from septic shock, but by this point they say “it’s always been like this, we just have better science to tell us this. back in the day, they didn’t know any better” And they shrug, toss some shit at anyone who is against them, and lick their hands and say “yum! Good shit!”

Yes, indeed, Civilization: I view you thus, and I condemn, denounce and shit on your shit.

who runs the people that run the people?

who runs the people that run the people?

I think we know what the answer to that is. Yes, it’s the Al Pacino character—collared shirt slightly unbuttoned, suit jacket and stylish watch sitting atop some strange and dungeonous office suite atop a skyscraper in downtown Manhattan with pictures of people getting  it on that seems to be shape-shifting before your eyes, but are you just hallucinating? or is this a dream? who knows.

that is the game. to get us to look like giant piles of shit, and also like insignificant bugs worthy of the cosmic spray-can. I would say the job is being fulfilled in this day and age. Now people toss around the word “atheist” like it is hip and cool and so scientific, whilst these same people have no clue what the scientific method actually is.

Why is it that most “hip” atheists I’ve met or read all seem to have the same liberal arts persona, thoughts, looks, lingo and all that mass-produced “individuality” that makes it hard for one to distinguish one from the other? am I really living amongst pre-programmed holodeck characters that are given the same scripts?

These people do not seem real, perhaps because, in a way, they are not. they are “two dimensional”, which, if you are residing in a three dimensional space, would render those people like pictures, cartoons, or shadows of real people. the Atheist lives in two dimensions, and everything is an accident.

For a proof of one’s atheism, I would like one to punch me square in the nose.

“But that’s not right!”

“Indeed, says who?”

“Says me.”

“Based on what? we are just space dust that happened to assemble into our present condition. You punching me in the nose is no more moral or amoral than two asteroids colliding in outer space. we and they are both the same thing, in the grand scheme of things. Morality is a construct, (accidental, of course, as is language, song, iphones, jets, and sex toys). You get the point. There is no such thing as morality. (if you are a true atheist, you know what I am saying, but even then: “knowledge” is meaningless, as a matter of fact, nothing has any meaning because it’s all just random sounds that assembled star-dust makes when it farts from its mouth).