Friday, July 27, 2012
Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds: The First Psychedelic Olympic?
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Sipping on beer #11 at 2111. Sip. Room temperature is a bit below optimum at 74 degrees. Sip. I'm playing Sloop John B on the speakers at a low level. Kootch is sleeping. Sip. I'm 'speculating' about the 'colorful theme' of the (British) 2012 Olympic Games. I'm comparing that to the most recent Chinese version which featured massive manpower, a national asset. Are The Brits honoring their most famous 'modern representatives' (The Beatles) in a way that many of us would recognize? Are The Brits doing Earth's very first 'Psychedelic Olympic? I think so! Sip. Yaaaay England! I absolutely love it!
Sipping on beer #11 at 2111. Sip. Room temperature is a bit below optimum at 74 degrees. Sip. I'm playing Sloop John B on the speakers at a low level. Kootch is sleeping. Sip. I'm 'speculating' about the 'colorful theme' of the (British) 2012 Olympic Games. I'm comparing that to the most recent Chinese version which featured massive manpower, a national asset. Are The Brits honoring their most famous 'modern representatives' (The Beatles) in a way that many of us would recognize? Are The Brits doing Earth's very first 'Psychedelic Olympic? I think so! Sip. Yaaaay England! I absolutely love it!
Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds!
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I can see The Olympics (missed again!) from here at my computer as I write this. Back from the fridge with beer #8 at 2015! Oh... My... God! I get the impression from watching my TV sets that the 'Olympic Theme' is - at some level - Acid! The colors are extraordinarily beautiful! Lessee... Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds (LSD).. The Beatles... (Famous British Band) Yes! I love it! Wow. I am impressed. My TiVo is recording the events faithfully even as I observe from time to time in the BR. Wow. Sip. OMG!
Back from the fridge with beer #10 at 2035. Buzzing beautifully. Sip. OMG!
I decided to call the Jewish God WHTZSNM and congratulate Him on the recent 'near misses.' I dialed 666 on the Brown Telephone and 'extended the antenna.'
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gd: Hello?
me: Missed again, Idiot.
gd: I'll get you eventually (tap). Count on it.
me: I'm counting. Ever heard of LSD?
gd: Yes. What is your question?
me: The color Brown. Familiar?
gd: Yes, of course. I see it every day. Get to the point or I will hang up.
me: Why doesn't the color brown appear to LSD trippers?
gd: (hangs up)
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I can see The Olympics (missed again!) from here at my computer as I write this. Back from the fridge with beer #8 at 2015! Oh... My... God! I get the impression from watching my TV sets that the 'Olympic Theme' is - at some level - Acid! The colors are extraordinarily beautiful! Lessee... Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds (LSD).. The Beatles... (Famous British Band) Yes! I love it! Wow. I am impressed. My TiVo is recording the events faithfully even as I observe from time to time in the BR. Wow. Sip. OMG!
Back from the fridge with beer #10 at 2035. Buzzing beautifully. Sip. OMG!
I decided to call the Jewish God WHTZSNM and congratulate Him on the recent 'near misses.' I dialed 666 on the Brown Telephone and 'extended the antenna.'
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gd: Hello?
me: Missed again, Idiot.
gd: I'll get you eventually (tap). Count on it.
me: I'm counting. Ever heard of LSD?
gd: Yes. What is your question?
me: The color Brown. Familiar?
gd: Yes, of course. I see it every day. Get to the point or I will hang up.
me: Why doesn't the color brown appear to LSD trippers?
gd: (hangs up)
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The Quality of Certainty.
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Kootch hit the sack some 30 minutes ago complaining about the loud music. I broke out the earphones. Sipping on beer #7 at 1905. Sip. I'm TiVoing 'The Olympics.' Sip. But wait! There's more!
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The Incredible Jewish 'Holocaust.' I discovered this one on Rense.com while I was doing research for tonight's blog. I am not a 'Holocaust Denier,' of course, having read several books on the subject while in High School. I am convinced that The Nazis killed literally millions of Jews during WW-II. There is no question about that so far as I am concerned. But it got me wondering...
Being a really old bastard (tap) I have been watching TV ever since it became technologically common, and I noticed over the years ('60-90) that all of the national TV channels (CBS, NBC, and ABC) showed very similar and familar clips during stories about the 'Holocaust.' Indeed, over the years I formed the impression that I was actually being 'propagandized' by all of the national TV networks. I mentioned that in my 'Drog.' Within a year or two, most of those 'propaganda pieces' ceased to be shown so regularly, eventually becoming 'extinct.'
I made no 'connection' between my Drog writings (thump above) and that 'slow-motion 'event'' of course.
Nowadays I'm not so sure (tap) there was no 'connection.' Indeed, such a 'connection' fits with my theory that for many, many years I have been 'Tribe-stalked' by some small number of Jews.
Nowadays, I am almost certain in that regard. But 'certainty' is an elusive quality. Very rare.
Kootch hit the sack some 30 minutes ago complaining about the loud music. I broke out the earphones. Sipping on beer #7 at 1905. Sip. I'm TiVoing 'The Olympics.' Sip. But wait! There's more!
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The Incredible Jewish 'Holocaust.' I discovered this one on Rense.com while I was doing research for tonight's blog. I am not a 'Holocaust Denier,' of course, having read several books on the subject while in High School. I am convinced that The Nazis killed literally millions of Jews during WW-II. There is no question about that so far as I am concerned. But it got me wondering...
Being a really old bastard (tap) I have been watching TV ever since it became technologically common, and I noticed over the years ('60-90) that all of the national TV channels (CBS, NBC, and ABC) showed very similar and familar clips during stories about the 'Holocaust.' Indeed, over the years I formed the impression that I was actually being 'propagandized' by all of the national TV networks. I mentioned that in my 'Drog.' Within a year or two, most of those 'propaganda pieces' ceased to be shown so regularly, eventually becoming 'extinct.'
I made no 'connection' between my Drog writings (thump above) and that 'slow-motion 'event'' of course.
Nowadays I'm not so sure (tap) there was no 'connection.' Indeed, such a 'connection' fits with my theory that for many, many years I have been 'Tribe-stalked' by some small number of Jews.
Nowadays, I am almost certain in that regard. But 'certainty' is an elusive quality. Very rare.
Smart Brain!
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The song was, Sloop John B (tap), by The Beach Boys. (The lyrics are available below the main visual. Click 'more.') I wondered 'Why this song?' I remembered only the words, 'This is the worst trip I've ever been on.' I speculated that my memories of recent experiences and blog posts had somehow melded subconsciously to creat a little 'bubble of awareness' that 'bubbled up' during my transition from sleep to wakefulness. The tune was unforgettable, of course. I 'Youtubed' the song after getting up. Sure enough! I listened to the song many times, looking for any 'connections' between the lyrics of the song and my current life experience:
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Drinking all night
Got into a fight
Well I feel so broke up
I want to go home.
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I related those lyrics to the recent Friday night blog (drinking, ACSD investigating a phoney 'fight.' Aha! Then
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Sheriff John Stone
Why don't you leave me alone?
This is the worst trip I've ever been on.
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So true! I got drunk. The Sheriff showed up. Why don't 'they' leave me alone? This is the worst trip I've ever been on.
I have one magnificient brain, folks: it knew that that song was totally appropriate for next week's blog. It wanted me to know too. Indeed, it 'knew' that unless it bubbled that information up to the surface, I would probably have chosen another musical theme for tonight. Smart brain!
The song was, Sloop John B (tap), by The Beach Boys. (The lyrics are available below the main visual. Click 'more.') I wondered 'Why this song?' I remembered only the words, 'This is the worst trip I've ever been on.' I speculated that my memories of recent experiences and blog posts had somehow melded subconsciously to creat a little 'bubble of awareness' that 'bubbled up' during my transition from sleep to wakefulness. The tune was unforgettable, of course. I 'Youtubed' the song after getting up. Sure enough! I listened to the song many times, looking for any 'connections' between the lyrics of the song and my current life experience:
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Drinking all night
Got into a fight
Well I feel so broke up
I want to go home.
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I related those lyrics to the recent Friday night blog (drinking, ACSD investigating a phoney 'fight.' Aha! Then
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Sheriff John Stone
Why don't you leave me alone?
This is the worst trip I've ever been on.
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So true! I got drunk. The Sheriff showed up. Why don't 'they' leave me alone? This is the worst trip I've ever been on.
I have one magnificient brain, folks: it knew that that song was totally appropriate for next week's blog. It wanted me to know too. Indeed, it 'knew' that unless it bubbled that information up to the surface, I would probably have chosen another musical theme for tonight. Smart brain!
The First Three Beers.
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Working on Diet Pepsi #5 at 1512. Sip. Outside it's raining, with pea sized hail, and the outside air temp is 63 degrees. Rain stopped now. I've been taunting the Jewish god WHTZSNM with the Brown Telephone after the closer lightening strikes ('Missed again, Idiot!'). Kootch no longer shakes her head at such behavior. The rain started just after we finished today's M. As I was taking a shower and then shaving, I was thinking about how ironic it would be if I got zapped by a stray bolt while in the bathroom.
Now sipping on beer #1 at 1559 after taking out the trash and downing a bit of salmon salad with milk and meds. Sip. Time to reread last week's blog posts... Ok, that was quick. I got plenty of sleep last night because 'they' didn't zap me intensely for long periods of time. I just checked OAT: 67. Sip.
Might as well do the link dump...
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Bill Moyers recently did a fascinating interview with Chris Hedges on Moyers' weekly PBS show. Highly recommended. Moyers is apparently still a Christian; Hedges... not so much.
Fareed Zacharia did a fascinating interview with V. S. Ramachandran on Zacharia's CNN sunday show. It's about our brain. Also highly recommended.
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(Kootch just 'checked in with me' at 1655. I said, 'On your way back from the fridge would you bring me a beer?' She did. Now sipping on beer #3 at 1657. Sip. Buzzing nicely.)
Speaking of 'brains,' mine recently offered me a bit of insight into how it works to produce me: It began Monday morning just after I woke up. I was laying there, planning the day ahead, when an old tune from the '80s (?) started 'playing in the background.' I immediately began to speculate: why that song? Why now? (I think I just murdered a gnat but I'm not sure. Kootch is a Lady Bug, so it certainly wasn't her. In any case, I'm the type who watches the sidewalk in front of me sometimes as I enter the building in order to avoid stepping on ants. But gnats are just 'too much in your face.') Sip. Nope. The gnat appeared again just in front of the screen and I tried to slap it again. No evidence of success.
Working on Diet Pepsi #5 at 1512. Sip. Outside it's raining, with pea sized hail, and the outside air temp is 63 degrees. Rain stopped now. I've been taunting the Jewish god WHTZSNM with the Brown Telephone after the closer lightening strikes ('Missed again, Idiot!'). Kootch no longer shakes her head at such behavior. The rain started just after we finished today's M. As I was taking a shower and then shaving, I was thinking about how ironic it would be if I got zapped by a stray bolt while in the bathroom.
Now sipping on beer #1 at 1559 after taking out the trash and downing a bit of salmon salad with milk and meds. Sip. Time to reread last week's blog posts... Ok, that was quick. I got plenty of sleep last night because 'they' didn't zap me intensely for long periods of time. I just checked OAT: 67. Sip.
Might as well do the link dump...
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Bill Moyers recently did a fascinating interview with Chris Hedges on Moyers' weekly PBS show. Highly recommended. Moyers is apparently still a Christian; Hedges... not so much.
Fareed Zacharia did a fascinating interview with V. S. Ramachandran on Zacharia's CNN sunday show. It's about our brain. Also highly recommended.
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(Kootch just 'checked in with me' at 1655. I said, 'On your way back from the fridge would you bring me a beer?' She did. Now sipping on beer #3 at 1657. Sip. Buzzing nicely.)
Speaking of 'brains,' mine recently offered me a bit of insight into how it works to produce me: It began Monday morning just after I woke up. I was laying there, planning the day ahead, when an old tune from the '80s (?) started 'playing in the background.' I immediately began to speculate: why that song? Why now? (I think I just murdered a gnat but I'm not sure. Kootch is a Lady Bug, so it certainly wasn't her. In any case, I'm the type who watches the sidewalk in front of me sometimes as I enter the building in order to avoid stepping on ants. But gnats are just 'too much in your face.') Sip. Nope. The gnat appeared again just in front of the screen and I tried to slap it again. No evidence of success.
Friday, July 20, 2012
Time to Sign Out. Oyasuminasai!
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Indeed, Modern Science has replaced ancient Judaism in the modern world. It is Social Evolution at work. Sip. Time for me to 'sign out.'
But wait!
Shina No Yoru! This was one of the first Japanese songs I learned while in Japan (1955-1957). The title means, 'China Night.' I 'lost my virginity' in Japan about late '55. Kootch and I love this song.
Indeed, Modern Science has replaced ancient Judaism in the modern world. It is Social Evolution at work. Sip. Time for me to 'sign out.'
But wait!
Shina No Yoru! This was one of the first Japanese songs I learned while in Japan (1955-1957). The title means, 'China Night.' I 'lost my virginity' in Japan about late '55. Kootch and I love this song.
3000 Year Old Religion is very creepy Religion.
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Sad events suggest sad music, so in honor of the recent tragedies I offer this piece by Mozart: Clarinet Cincerto II. Sip.
Working on beer # 9. Sip.
Happy People Dancing: APOD. I Love it!
Sip. Back from the fridge with beer #10. Sip.
And now for tonight's downer: Serial killer rabbi sucks (heavy face rad) baby's penis... Yuck. People who believe in 3000 year old religions are very creepy people. Indeed, Modern people (like us) have 'evolved socially' such that Creepy Rabbis creep us out. Sip.
Old Religion is very, very, creepy Religion.
Sad events suggest sad music, so in honor of the recent tragedies I offer this piece by Mozart: Clarinet Cincerto II. Sip.
Working on beer # 9. Sip.
Happy People Dancing: APOD. I Love it!
Sip. Back from the fridge with beer #10. Sip.
And now for tonight's downer: Serial killer rabbi sucks (heavy face rad) baby's penis... Yuck. People who believe in 3000 year old religions are very creepy people. Indeed, Modern people (like us) have 'evolved socially' such that Creepy Rabbis creep us out. Sip.
Old Religion is very, very, creepy Religion.
Hmm!!!
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Working on beer #1 at 1658. Kootch and I had no M to watch due to the killings in Aurora, darn it. Now working on beer #2 at 1705. Sip. 15 beers left. Nothing on the news but the killings. I fast-forwarded the Today Show in record time. Finished beer #3 while watching The News, now buzzing nicely as I begin beer #4 at 1820. Sip. Kootch has hit the sack.
And speaking of Kootch, I have promoted her from gnat to Lady Bug. I like Lady Bugs. I remain a cock(eheh)roach. Sip. Both nostrils dripping due to 'face Rad' as I type this. Also - interestingly - we have something of an 'infestation' of gnats today. They like the smell of banannas. I rarely open the patio doors in the summertime, and so I suspect the folks upstairs (tap) who use our heating/AC ducts to deliver gas, and now, insects. I 'bait them' with bananna smell and spray them when I catch them flying around the bait 'en-masse.' Nothing personal, of course. 'Different bait for different fish...'
And speaking of 'microwave radiation,' I spent about 12 hours in bed last night (tap) in order to get about 6 hours of sleep. Typical sometimes.
I'm still 'snuffing out' the copious secretions of the most recent 'face rad event' as I finish beer #4. Back from the fridge with beer #5 at 1841. Sip. Nose still running at 1844, suggesting constant 'face rad.' Here's a fact you might not have wanted to know: My nose drippings have a very close resemblence to my penile drippings after a 'Hot' shower. (knock on the door... an ACSD Deputy answering a phoney 'complaint' alleging loud shouting from this apartment. The deputy wanted to verify that my wife (kootch) was not in danger from a deranged violent psychotic (me). I showed the deputy into kootch's room. Kootch was asleep. I said, 'I'm going to do this gently.' Then I tickled the bottom of one of her feet. Kootch woke up, and I explained to Kootch that the deputy was here to verify her safety. The deputy was satisfied, and after a brief conversation, left.
Hmm!
Working on beer #1 at 1658. Kootch and I had no M to watch due to the killings in Aurora, darn it. Now working on beer #2 at 1705. Sip. 15 beers left. Nothing on the news but the killings. I fast-forwarded the Today Show in record time. Finished beer #3 while watching The News, now buzzing nicely as I begin beer #4 at 1820. Sip. Kootch has hit the sack.
And speaking of Kootch, I have promoted her from gnat to Lady Bug. I like Lady Bugs. I remain a cock(eheh)roach. Sip. Both nostrils dripping due to 'face Rad' as I type this. Also - interestingly - we have something of an 'infestation' of gnats today. They like the smell of banannas. I rarely open the patio doors in the summertime, and so I suspect the folks upstairs (tap) who use our heating/AC ducts to deliver gas, and now, insects. I 'bait them' with bananna smell and spray them when I catch them flying around the bait 'en-masse.' Nothing personal, of course. 'Different bait for different fish...'
And speaking of 'microwave radiation,' I spent about 12 hours in bed last night (tap) in order to get about 6 hours of sleep. Typical sometimes.
I'm still 'snuffing out' the copious secretions of the most recent 'face rad event' as I finish beer #4. Back from the fridge with beer #5 at 1841. Sip. Nose still running at 1844, suggesting constant 'face rad.' Here's a fact you might not have wanted to know: My nose drippings have a very close resemblence to my penile drippings after a 'Hot' shower. (knock on the door... an ACSD Deputy answering a phoney 'complaint' alleging loud shouting from this apartment. The deputy wanted to verify that my wife (kootch) was not in danger from a deranged violent psychotic (me). I showed the deputy into kootch's room. Kootch was asleep. I said, 'I'm going to do this gently.' Then I tickled the bottom of one of her feet. Kootch woke up, and I explained to Kootch that the deputy was here to verify her safety. The deputy was satisfied, and after a brief conversation, left.
Hmm!
Friday, July 13, 2012
What an Ass!
(4)
Federal Marijuana Classification not Tenable. Obviously. But Big Pharma and Big Lockup might suffer from reclassification. Darnit.
Comcast Wins 2010 'Golden Poo' Award for worst customer service in America. I'm wondering whether Comcast's poor customer service reputation had anything to do with the decline of Today Show ratings. Was Ann Curry 'scapegoated'? My personal take is that Ann Curry was much more popular than Matt Lauer. Sip. And here is a very esoteric conjecture: Was Matt Lauer the 'role model' for 'Despicable Me?' There does seem to be something of a resemblence below the eyebrows... perhaps in the... amygdala?
I wouldn't know, of course. Just a conjecture.
Finally, we have this glorious butt! I post it in honor of the Comcast employee who answered my call for assistance many months ago. As I watched him do his 'thingie' in response to my call for help, I couldn't butt notice his ass, which he displayed prominently every time he bent over. I said, sarcastically, 'You have a great ass.' He seemed to miss the sarcasm entirely and continued to display his ass after thanking me for the compliment. Our encounter ended (tap) just after he had observed the Comcast cable connected to my modem. Apparently his 'objective' was to identify the exact type of moden. When I showed it to him he said, 'That's simple enough.' Then he left.
'Lockup Raw' is now showing on MSNBC. I never watch it. Not interested. It is apparently a show designed to lure the viewer into loving Big Lockup and the newly evolving Jewish Incarceration Industry modeled after Hitler's Concentration Camps.
You don't wanna go there... Really.
Federal Marijuana Classification not Tenable. Obviously. But Big Pharma and Big Lockup might suffer from reclassification. Darnit.
Comcast Wins 2010 'Golden Poo' Award for worst customer service in America. I'm wondering whether Comcast's poor customer service reputation had anything to do with the decline of Today Show ratings. Was Ann Curry 'scapegoated'? My personal take is that Ann Curry was much more popular than Matt Lauer. Sip. And here is a very esoteric conjecture: Was Matt Lauer the 'role model' for 'Despicable Me?' There does seem to be something of a resemblence below the eyebrows... perhaps in the... amygdala?
I wouldn't know, of course. Just a conjecture.
Finally, we have this glorious butt! I post it in honor of the Comcast employee who answered my call for assistance many months ago. As I watched him do his 'thingie' in response to my call for help, I couldn't butt notice his ass, which he displayed prominently every time he bent over. I said, sarcastically, 'You have a great ass.' He seemed to miss the sarcasm entirely and continued to display his ass after thanking me for the compliment. Our encounter ended (tap) just after he had observed the Comcast cable connected to my modem. Apparently his 'objective' was to identify the exact type of moden. When I showed it to him he said, 'That's simple enough.' Then he left.
'Lockup Raw' is now showing on MSNBC. I never watch it. Not interested. It is apparently a show designed to lure the viewer into loving Big Lockup and the newly evolving Jewish Incarceration Industry modeled after Hitler's Concentration Camps.
You don't wanna go there... Really.
High There, Sheriff!
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Here is a related gem from Rense.com. ('Houston, we have a Jewish problem.')
Kootch just advised me not to 'drink too much.' Indeed, last week's blog consumed 15 beers! Only 14 were available for tonight and I just finished beer #3. Back from the fridge with beer #4 at 1630. Sip. Now working on beer #5 at 1758. Sip.
You might be thinking, 'If he is really being zapped by microwave weapons, why doesn't he call the police?' Eheh. I've tried that. Doesn't work. The reason is that the ACSD is full of Gerash-friendly Jews who have drawn up a phoney 'intelligence profile' which tells them that I am someone who does not deserve police protection. Every ACSD call I have made brings officers who have been 'brainwashed' by my 'Unofficial ACSD profile.' It began many years ago when local Gerash-friendly Jewry discovered that Pat Sullivan was a 'closet-homo.' That knowlege gave them control over Pat Sullivan. Sullivan's Jewish 'controllers' advised him that I was not to be taken seriously if I ever requested ACSD assistance. Sullivan complied, of course. I can still remember 'accidentally' meeting Sullivan sometime back in the '90s during some sort of local celebration. He was in uniform and was with at least one other officer. He was staring straight (eheh) at me, smiling. It was an unforgetable encounter. I was in a crowd. Why me? I didn't know that Sullivan was queer until the news of his Meth problems appeared on local TV some time ago.
The current ACSD Chief is no doubt also controlled by Gerash-friendly Jews. Indeed, he may himself be a Jew. Grayson (faint boom) Robinson. Hmm. Sounds a bit Jewish. High there, Sheriff! How's yo dick? Dry? Desensitized? Jewish? (The font change appears quite often as I write my blog every week. In this case I'll leave it in as a signal to Robinson from Gerash: 'Read this, Dumbass! Do your duty!'
Here is a related gem from Rense.com. ('Houston, we have a Jewish problem.')
Kootch just advised me not to 'drink too much.' Indeed, last week's blog consumed 15 beers! Only 14 were available for tonight and I just finished beer #3. Back from the fridge with beer #4 at 1630. Sip. Now working on beer #5 at 1758. Sip.
You might be thinking, 'If he is really being zapped by microwave weapons, why doesn't he call the police?' Eheh. I've tried that. Doesn't work. The reason is that the ACSD is full of Gerash-friendly Jews who have drawn up a phoney 'intelligence profile' which tells them that I am someone who does not deserve police protection. Every ACSD call I have made brings officers who have been 'brainwashed' by my 'Unofficial ACSD profile.' It began many years ago when local Gerash-friendly Jewry discovered that Pat Sullivan was a 'closet-homo.' That knowlege gave them control over Pat Sullivan. Sullivan's Jewish 'controllers' advised him that I was not to be taken seriously if I ever requested ACSD assistance. Sullivan complied, of course. I can still remember 'accidentally' meeting Sullivan sometime back in the '90s during some sort of local celebration. He was in uniform and was with at least one other officer. He was staring straight (eheh) at me, smiling. It was an unforgetable encounter. I was in a crowd. Why me? I didn't know that Sullivan was queer until the news of his Meth problems appeared on local TV some time ago.
The current ACSD Chief is no doubt also controlled by Gerash-friendly Jews. Indeed, he may himself be a Jew. Grayson (faint boom) Robinson. Hmm. Sounds a bit Jewish. High there, Sheriff! How's yo dick? Dry? Desensitized? Jewish? (The font change appears quite often as I write my blog every week. In this case I'll leave it in as a signal to Robinson from Gerash: 'Read this, Dumbass! Do your duty!'
'Our Race is the Master Race...'
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I finished DP #6 while completing post #1 and after a small meal am now finishing beer #1. Done. Sipping on beer #2, buzzing sluggishly. Sip.
Did you notice the funny little flag? It appears in every photo. The 'perpetrator' really wants us to notice that funny little flag. Really. When I first saw it some years ago I immediately thought, '88... HH... Heil Hitler! Sucker is a Nazi!' But nowadays I'm not so sure. Nowadays I tend to think that the sucker in those photos is a Jew who is displaying a false flag. Jews do that a lot, especially in modern media. Here is a very interesting Google image search for 88 hh heil hitler. Lotsa Skinheads and other racists there. You'll love it. (A blast of 'face rad' appears to be my punishment for the 'You'll love it.') Sucker looks much more 'Jewish' than 'skinheadish.' I could be wrong, of course.
During my research I stumbled on this site which quotes a famous world leader:
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"Our race is the Master Race. We are divine gods on this planet. We are as different from the inferior races as they are from insects. In fact, compared to our race, other races are beasts and animals, cattle at best. Other races are considered as human excrement. Our destiny is to rule over the inferior races. Our earthly kingdom will be ruled by our leader with a rod of iron. The masses will lick our feet and serve us as our slaves."
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The 'speaker is none other than Menachem Bacon. (eheh) You gotta read it.
Sipping on beer #3 at 1702. Sip. The 'source' is none other than Time Magazine.
This certainly explains Gerash's attitude toward me and my family. Hmm. Insects! Roaches perhaps?
(Kootch just waved 'goodnight' at 1713.) Lessee... if I am a roach, what is Kootch (Japanese)? A gnat?
I finished DP #6 while completing post #1 and after a small meal am now finishing beer #1. Done. Sipping on beer #2, buzzing sluggishly. Sip.
Did you notice the funny little flag? It appears in every photo. The 'perpetrator' really wants us to notice that funny little flag. Really. When I first saw it some years ago I immediately thought, '88... HH... Heil Hitler! Sucker is a Nazi!' But nowadays I'm not so sure. Nowadays I tend to think that the sucker in those photos is a Jew who is displaying a false flag. Jews do that a lot, especially in modern media. Here is a very interesting Google image search for 88 hh heil hitler. Lotsa Skinheads and other racists there. You'll love it. (A blast of 'face rad' appears to be my punishment for the 'You'll love it.') Sucker looks much more 'Jewish' than 'skinheadish.' I could be wrong, of course.
During my research I stumbled on this site which quotes a famous world leader:
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"Our race is the Master Race. We are divine gods on this planet. We are as different from the inferior races as they are from insects. In fact, compared to our race, other races are beasts and animals, cattle at best. Other races are considered as human excrement. Our destiny is to rule over the inferior races. Our earthly kingdom will be ruled by our leader with a rod of iron. The masses will lick our feet and serve us as our slaves."
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The 'speaker is none other than Menachem Bacon. (eheh) You gotta read it.
Sipping on beer #3 at 1702. Sip. The 'source' is none other than Time Magazine.
This certainly explains Gerash's attitude toward me and my family. Hmm. Insects! Roaches perhaps?
(Kootch just waved 'goodnight' at 1713.) Lessee... if I am a roach, what is Kootch (Japanese)? A gnat?
The Microwave Torture Machine.
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Working on Diet Pepsi #5 at 1441. Sip. Blog Maintenance is done, and I've even done some research on tonight's first topic, Microwave Torture Machines. Yes, folks, 'they' did it to me again last night, waking me up about 0400 with pulsing radiation (about 10 pps with a pulse length of about 50 ms). The muscles in my upper body contract slightly with each pulse, then relax when the pulse ends. The resulting feeling somewhat resembles that of a vibrating bed. Once I was awake, they switched to continuous wave, causing heating, constant muscle contraction, occasional stinging, itching, and pricking sensations. It appears they are able to vary the pulse length slowly and automatically. Continuous wave mode causes maximum heating and other unpleasantness, making it impossible to sleep. It usually begins soon after I go to bed, and manifests at first as swelling of the nasal mucosa in whichever nostril is facing down. Swelling is noticable within one minute after my head touches the pillow. Rolling over 180 degrees and facing in the opposite direction reverses the swelling in the affected nostril and begins swelling in the other nostril. Laying on my back seems to be the best defense against that particular attack (from below). Occasionally, they reverse the direction of 'swelling attacks' such that the side facing up is the affected side, but the most effective direction for swelling attacks is from below. Apparently, they are able to get their downstairs equipment fairly close to the ceiling, and can 'punch through' the metal 'cookie sheets' below the mattress. There is no doubt at all that both 104 and 304 have 'Microwave Cannons.' I think that each apartment has at least two of them. The picture below is a primitive example of what is being used against me:
It shows an ordinary microwave oven which has been 'modified' such that it can be used as a weapon. The major 'modification' is a 'waveguide' which has been affixed to the Magnetron output (the magnetron is the 'heating element' of the microwave oven). The waveguide channels the microwave energy to a 'horn' which then emits most of the energy in one general direction. You can find other photos of the same weapon at Show microwave cannon pics.
Working on Diet Pepsi #5 at 1441. Sip. Blog Maintenance is done, and I've even done some research on tonight's first topic, Microwave Torture Machines. Yes, folks, 'they' did it to me again last night, waking me up about 0400 with pulsing radiation (about 10 pps with a pulse length of about 50 ms). The muscles in my upper body contract slightly with each pulse, then relax when the pulse ends. The resulting feeling somewhat resembles that of a vibrating bed. Once I was awake, they switched to continuous wave, causing heating, constant muscle contraction, occasional stinging, itching, and pricking sensations. It appears they are able to vary the pulse length slowly and automatically. Continuous wave mode causes maximum heating and other unpleasantness, making it impossible to sleep. It usually begins soon after I go to bed, and manifests at first as swelling of the nasal mucosa in whichever nostril is facing down. Swelling is noticable within one minute after my head touches the pillow. Rolling over 180 degrees and facing in the opposite direction reverses the swelling in the affected nostril and begins swelling in the other nostril. Laying on my back seems to be the best defense against that particular attack (from below). Occasionally, they reverse the direction of 'swelling attacks' such that the side facing up is the affected side, but the most effective direction for swelling attacks is from below. Apparently, they are able to get their downstairs equipment fairly close to the ceiling, and can 'punch through' the metal 'cookie sheets' below the mattress. There is no doubt at all that both 104 and 304 have 'Microwave Cannons.' I think that each apartment has at least two of them. The picture below is a primitive example of what is being used against me:
It shows an ordinary microwave oven which has been 'modified' such that it can be used as a weapon. The major 'modification' is a 'waveguide' which has been affixed to the Magnetron output (the magnetron is the 'heating element' of the microwave oven). The waveguide channels the microwave energy to a 'horn' which then emits most of the energy in one general direction. You can find other photos of the same weapon at Show microwave cannon pics.
Saturday, July 07, 2012
Music Box Dancer.
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Just kidding, of course. We need to 'wrap this up.' Kootch just walked by and interacted with me. What a woman!
Circumstitions News. Grotesque subject.
When will the US stop mass Incarceration? Ask the nearest senator.
I need to wrap this up with some music. Music Box Dancer!
What beautiful music!
Little girls dancing. Bunheads!
Wiggles! I saw this years ago on Today!
Just kidding, of course. We need to 'wrap this up.' Kootch just walked by and interacted with me. What a woman!
Circumstitions News. Grotesque subject.
When will the US stop mass Incarceration? Ask the nearest senator.
I need to wrap this up with some music. Music Box Dancer!
What beautiful music!
Little girls dancing. Bunheads!
Wiggles! I saw this years ago on Today!
Be Here Now. look into my eyes.
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Sipping on beer #12 at 2306. IQ: 130. Sip.
Time to wrap this up: Look into my eyes. The video is amazing, and tells me that Bhagwan was even more mentally fucked up than I had thought. And yet, Bagwan Shree Rajneesh remains as one of the very few modern figures who influenced me in a permanent way. (Kootch just walked by at 2348 and communicated something unintelligible to me. I replied, 'I love you.')
IQ now 150 at 0000 as I work on beer #13. I'm one smart muthafucka!
Sip.
I experienced a sudden IQ increase at 0005 (just now) to 180. It was more than I could bear. It was horrible. I had thoughts of sui(tap)cide. My IQ then increased to 200. Argh! Too smart! I can't bear to be so smart. I hate you god! argh!
I can no longer bear the current situation.
Good night and good luck...
Sipping on beer #12 at 2306. IQ: 130. Sip.
Time to wrap this up: Look into my eyes. The video is amazing, and tells me that Bhagwan was even more mentally fucked up than I had thought. And yet, Bagwan Shree Rajneesh remains as one of the very few modern figures who influenced me in a permanent way. (Kootch just walked by at 2348 and communicated something unintelligible to me. I replied, 'I love you.')
IQ now 150 at 0000 as I work on beer #13. I'm one smart muthafucka!
Sip.
I experienced a sudden IQ increase at 0005 (just now) to 180. It was more than I could bear. It was horrible. I had thoughts of sui(tap)cide. My IQ then increased to 200. Argh! Too smart! I can't bear to be so smart. I hate you god! argh!
I can no longer bear the current situation.
Good night and good luck...
Friday, July 06, 2012
Heaven is Here. Heaven is Now.
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'Heaven' is an interesting subject. One 'definition' of Heaven is that it is one of the two possible destinations of a soul after the body dies. It's a very old idea, confabulated thousands of years ago by folks who would nowadays be Scientists. The idea has persisted for many hundreds of years. There is no way to verify the existence of Heaven:
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Heaven but the vision of fulfilled desire,
And Hell the shadow from a soul on fire,
Cast on the darkness into which ourselves,
So late emerged from shall so soon expire.
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Omar Khayyam had it right.
Heaven is here. Heaven is now. If you are looking for Heaven somewhere else, you are looking in vain.
'Heaven' is an interesting subject. One 'definition' of Heaven is that it is one of the two possible destinations of a soul after the body dies. It's a very old idea, confabulated thousands of years ago by folks who would nowadays be Scientists. The idea has persisted for many hundreds of years. There is no way to verify the existence of Heaven:
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Heaven but the vision of fulfilled desire,
And Hell the shadow from a soul on fire,
Cast on the darkness into which ourselves,
So late emerged from shall so soon expire.
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Omar Khayyam had it right.
Heaven is here. Heaven is now. If you are looking for Heaven somewhere else, you are looking in vain.
The Ganja Gotcha: Election 2012.
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Back from the fridge with beer #6 (only 11 beers left, darn it) at 1932. Current IQ: 105. Rachel Maddow and Piers Morgan on two of the three LR Tvs and PBS is on #3. I love 'em all. I just checked up on Kootch. Still awake at 2001. 68 degrees outside! Fans blowing in. IQ back to about 110. Sip. Rereading this blog as I drink beer #6. Fascinating. Really.
Back from the fridge with beer #7. Sip. Time for a link dump before I get too wasted.
Chicago Decriminalizes Marijuana. Hooray for Rahm!
Colombia Decriminalizing Possession of Marijuana... Yay!
Federal Ruling May Change Probable Cause in Marijuana Cases. Excellent. Now, if we can only get some of those idiots on the Supreme Court to 'smoke up...'
What Would Obama Do About Marijuana in a 2nd Term? The Prez obviously 'smoked up' at times during his 'formative years,' and that 'history of drug abuse' seems not to have daunted his career. No one could therefore claim that his 'personal drug abuse' inhibited his future prospects. Indeed, he could reasonably claim that 'smoking Marijuana' actually increased his personal awareness at a critical phase in his post adolescence, eventually leading him to be elected as the first 'Black' American President!
Death Race 2012 perports to predict The Prez's attitude toward Marijuana during the current political climate. Interesting.
Back from the fridge with beer #8 at 2139. IQ is now up to about 120. Sip.
Channel 7 has a thingie about 'Heaven.' Looks and sounds interesting. I am TiVoing same.
Back from the fridge with beer #6 (only 11 beers left, darn it) at 1932. Current IQ: 105. Rachel Maddow and Piers Morgan on two of the three LR Tvs and PBS is on #3. I love 'em all. I just checked up on Kootch. Still awake at 2001. 68 degrees outside! Fans blowing in. IQ back to about 110. Sip. Rereading this blog as I drink beer #6. Fascinating. Really.
Back from the fridge with beer #7. Sip. Time for a link dump before I get too wasted.
Chicago Decriminalizes Marijuana. Hooray for Rahm!
Colombia Decriminalizing Possession of Marijuana... Yay!
Federal Ruling May Change Probable Cause in Marijuana Cases. Excellent. Now, if we can only get some of those idiots on the Supreme Court to 'smoke up...'
What Would Obama Do About Marijuana in a 2nd Term? The Prez obviously 'smoked up' at times during his 'formative years,' and that 'history of drug abuse' seems not to have daunted his career. No one could therefore claim that his 'personal drug abuse' inhibited his future prospects. Indeed, he could reasonably claim that 'smoking Marijuana' actually increased his personal awareness at a critical phase in his post adolescence, eventually leading him to be elected as the first 'Black' American President!
Death Race 2012 perports to predict The Prez's attitude toward Marijuana during the current political climate. Interesting.
Back from the fridge with beer #8 at 2139. IQ is now up to about 120. Sip.
Channel 7 has a thingie about 'Heaven.' Looks and sounds interesting. I am TiVoing same.
Scary. Very Scary.
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Working on beer #3 at 1813. Sip. After a night of heavy microwave attacks beginning around 0400 I got out of bed at 0600, shaved, and watched a little TV. After Kootch left at her usual 0700 (for her tri-weekly exercise class for seniors) I hit the sack again until 1030, then got up, feeling reasonably (but not optimally) 'well slept.' Then I began preparing for tonight's blog: The 'God Particle' (Huh?!), Scientology (Easy: that's a cult), and other stuff that I am still researching. I watched a lot of TiVo stuff and did a little research on the web. No 'clear theme' emerged for tonight's blog. Then Kootch and I watched M while she ate supper. I joined her, downing half an avocado drenched in soy sauce. Yum. I did my 'afternoon meds' just before eating. (I have discovered that the time of day I do various meds can significantly affect the near-term effects of those meds: Omeprazole should be taken with the first meal of the day; BP meds should be taken in the evening, not in the morning, diuretics should be taken in the morning, not in the evening, and marijuana should always be smoked after the beer.) Not long after eating, I experienced what can only be described as a precipitous drop in IQ. Whoa. Wa hoppen? I decided that I had taken the BP med way too early, and so I hit the sack again for about an hour. I got up about 1640 with an IQ of below 90. I said to myself, 'WTF, I'll try a beer or two before declaring a 'no blog night.' I drank beer and played Drench at IQ-85. Scary. Very scary.
Working on beer #3 at 1813. Sip. After a night of heavy microwave attacks beginning around 0400 I got out of bed at 0600, shaved, and watched a little TV. After Kootch left at her usual 0700 (for her tri-weekly exercise class for seniors) I hit the sack again until 1030, then got up, feeling reasonably (but not optimally) 'well slept.' Then I began preparing for tonight's blog: The 'God Particle' (Huh?!), Scientology (Easy: that's a cult), and other stuff that I am still researching. I watched a lot of TiVo stuff and did a little research on the web. No 'clear theme' emerged for tonight's blog. Then Kootch and I watched M while she ate supper. I joined her, downing half an avocado drenched in soy sauce. Yum. I did my 'afternoon meds' just before eating. (I have discovered that the time of day I do various meds can significantly affect the near-term effects of those meds: Omeprazole should be taken with the first meal of the day; BP meds should be taken in the evening, not in the morning, diuretics should be taken in the morning, not in the evening, and marijuana should always be smoked after the beer.) Not long after eating, I experienced what can only be described as a precipitous drop in IQ. Whoa. Wa hoppen? I decided that I had taken the BP med way too early, and so I hit the sack again for about an hour. I got up about 1640 with an IQ of below 90. I said to myself, 'WTF, I'll try a beer or two before declaring a 'no blog night.' I drank beer and played Drench at IQ-85. Scary. Very scary.
