Iconoclasting the Reality (-)

On November 14th, I was a guest on The Iconoclast Report with Carolyn Harris. The program was “Social engineering, monarch programming, the media and you.”

Below, is the archive of the show for those who missed it. Personally, I don’t think I was at my best, a bit thrown by some technical difficulties and regular commercial breaks. Judge for yourself. I came on about halfway into her show [below]: {*1}

The first half of the show is Carolyn getting into Fritz Springmeier and the Disney Mind Control Machine, so some may find that of interest. After I come on, we take the next step and [try to] bridge the gap between mind control of the Disney stable and where that meets the social engineering of kids and fools.

I had been getting a few comments and e-mails from readers about Noah Cyrus (Miley’s little sister), pointing out the stream of salacious/inappropriate pictures of the “new kid” on the block slab, and have been meaning, to look into the matter. For those unfamiliar, here are but a few such pictures of the star in the making.

She’s the one [usually] on the left. For some reason, she is regularly posed in a very suggestive manner alongside her little blond friend [Emily Grace Reaves, flashing the “fuck you” and “fuck me” signs], and in the audio, I go so far as to surmise the duo is being advertised, as a tag-team of bisexual “kittens” available for those so inclined, and wealthy enough to afford paying their pimp (Disney) for the luxury.

That’s beyond mere speculation. Based on my research into Disney (but one article), mind-control and the depravity of the ruling classes, I’d be willing to bet on it. Unless of course, father/handler/victim, Billy Ray would object. Um, that was a joke. The below left photo’s from a public event for “Juicy” Coutoure. {*2}

Another item that came out was my ire over the reframing of Joy Division’s spiritual messages. Ben wrote an article about those whores named Dita von Teese and Marilyn Manson. Take turns listening to the song or reading the lyrics while looking at each of the below images. See how differently the words resonate?

I recall, long ago, overhearing Sting (who came up in BRFVI) rue how MTV was the worst thing that even happened to music. He said something to the effect of, how it took away the imagination and mental painting the mind goes through while interpreting lyrics, based on personal experience. I’ll have to agree wholeheartedly with that sentiment. The collective wins, personalization has been replaced with the vision/imagery [“will”] some “random” director is free to impose on the [zombie] mind. MTV killed a lot more than “the radio star.” It killed the imagination.

Carolyn and I originally became acquainted via Oracle Broadcasting, of which we both listen and participate. We both discovered it a long time ago, when we had enough of Alex Jones and found an option available at the same time, something I could listen to while working on articles in the afternoon, and something that wouldn’t leave me with knots of fear and dread in my stomach.

On November 13th while listening to one show, the host brought up an article that would only make “sense” had someone read/listened to my Dinner with Stygian Port [3]. Shortly after I tuned in, I overheard, “Only the Celtic Rebel would have a clue as to what the heck the point of this was.” Hence, I called in. Here’s the convo:

Per several e-mails, I know some are frustrated and befuddled as to how one shares this material with others, sans fear of being considered a freak by those uninitiated to my body of work. I’ve run into the same problem, for how do I/you know, the people we point in this direction, won’t tune in, on a day where I’m talking about “rim jobs” or “fucking Jehovah up the ass?” Said MP3 Clip is probably exactly what those hence turned off might need to hear to bring them up to [ramming] speed.

The above scenes are from Fairly OddParents, one of those “safe” shows for your kids to watch [thanks to Renée for informing me]. Was it a little “joke” or programming? On yet another episode, the boy gets a call from Daddy, saying “Son, they’re sending me to Uranus. It’s a planet. Who would have ever known?”

The SpongeBob Vibrating Rectal Thermometer [for kids], is always worth a laugh or twelve. Mike Mozart’s review [below] is also worthy of a few giggles:

The only problem with the above is that the author/reviewer, like most people, is at a severe disadvantage [mentally hamstrung] by not understanding or even being able to fathom the extent of the conspiracy. Thus, the reviewer glibly rationalizes, “Who thought this was a good idea? I mean, really! Doesn’t this classify as one of the ten worst ideas of the decade?”

Well Mike, this toy, like many others was designed explicitly for what it suggests. There are no limits to the depths of depravity SpongeBob will [and does] sink to:

The happy little gay pink anus loves cock. He really loves cock. Little turd blossom’s licks coincidentally produce an increasing flow of liquid oozing from the top of his sand phallus. Amazing! I’ve personally observed the “phenomenon” of a few occasions. Uncanny! What a bunch of cocksuckers our kids are gonna turn out to be.

One reader, Sean, sent me this lovely compilation of just a few of the chance “mistakes” that have appeared in the “kids show.” Who thought these up? Really!

It [the agenda] is so pervasive, methodical and blatant, that to deny all these “accidents” are connected [and intentional], is really just an admission of one’s gullibility and naiveté. How much longer will the average nitwit continue to tolerate and justify “rogue animators,” “bad ideas,” and “inappropriate mistakes?” For as long as our masters deem it, and as long as the media tells us to. The dumbing-down of man’s ability to think critically was a crucial step leading to the pornography now passed off as “kid’s programming.”

I’d like to thank one StompingEvil, who was in Josh’s “chat room” during the discussion, and shared the below [right] image, inspiring my amendment to it.

Here’s another free idea for Nickelodeon, courtesy of The Celtic Rebel, introduce a new character on Dora the Explorer; her cousin Donna the Donut Licker. Her scripted trait: she loves jelly donuts, but doesn’t like to eat them lest she ruin her girlish figure. Hence, she licks the hole until the jelly drips onto her tongue.

Bonus: The phrase “eat pussy” could be [in]directly alluded to, as no one really [I’m hoping] “eats” it. Hence, the “Donna” character could say clever things like, “Don’t be silly! No one ever really eats a donut.” {*3}

Honestly, I won’t sue for theft of intellectual property [well, that’s an oxymoron]. It serves the agenda to a tee, and the average dumb cunt [i.e., “parental unit”] isn’t gonna do anything to stop it, much less “get it.” The few that do get it, will probably just rationalize it as coincidence, or “bad judgment:” “Oh my God, who came up with this character? She has to be like the worst kid’s cartoon idea ever.”

People will do anything the media instructs them to. Anything! Oh, I made an error in the presentation: “Blue Streak” was not the name of the movie where Denzel took his hot lead injection rectally. That was simply the homosexually suggestive “Training Day” [elaborated].

There’s definitely something to my postulation as to the route chosen by spirits. For any unfamiliar, I’d highly recommend Lenon Honor’s series on Rihanna’s “Umbrella” [The Workings of Evil]. Even before Lenon got to the explanation of the scene, I took the time to get the below left screen shot [frustrating, as it was only a quick flash, hence took some effort]. It just “didn’t sit right” with me.

Aside from the freakish impossibility of her torso contortion, note the position she has assumed. And what’s Rihanna say, “Come into me. Oh baby, come into me.” Well, she does seem to be perfectly positioned for such an “entry.”

The ruling class has long held a fascination for children, and in particular, the anuses of [male] children. As with everything else rising to the surface these days, so is the admission of their predilections. Fortunately, Tommy from Kozmikon had an alert enough eye to catch this little “inside joke” from Watchmen (2009):

Such open admissions, beyond the feel-good “age of revealing” angle can also be accredited to a couple of factors. One one side, you have more and more people finally opening their eyes to what has been going on far longer than most of us have been on this planet. On the other, as the plans for the new total control grid are being put in place, the admissions from the insiders are growing bolder.

Look at the upcoming Golf Digest poster. Aside from the “butt pirate” suggestive layout of the venerated “mocha” duo, the wording goes way beyond randomness. “Obama can take [it] from Tiger.” How do you get to be the top? “How to outsmart your buddies!” And do what? “Load it up! Let it go!” Ugh! I need a mental shower.

We can thank the Zionist disinfo rag (were it printed, it might serve some function, such as wiping one’s ass), The Huffington Post, for another sync-trail, which I’m suspecting is intentional. Thanks to a mysterious red-haired Lucy of recent acquaintance, I’ve been clued in that “Rachel” is second-level gay-code for a “beard;” a woman used by gay “power players” to conceal their distaste for pussy [recall Batman’s, the Dark [Hole] Knight’s, unrealized “love” interest]. {*4}

So, just like the House Bunny article, The Post, as surmised in the audio, is writing a layer of subtext for those in the know, conveniently following up the cover story with “Tiger Woods BRIBE? $1 Million Rachel Uchitel Payoff Offer Reported.” From there a chance story about übergay “sex addict” David Duchovny and posts from celebrity bloggers [lesbian] Cynthia Nixon and shit-sucker Ben Stiller. I could write much more were I to probe deeper, butt I had enough when I got to “Victoria’s Secret? 20 Layers Of Butt Makeup” article. Rabbit holes always lead to shit.

Just today, the above GQ cover was staring me in the face at the grocery check-out line. For those without a clue, GQ has long been a homosexual magazine, but since it’s not advertised that way, your average idiot thinks otherwise. From the Pulp Fiction’ish cover to the gay orgy insert, it’s just over the top now. By the way, I’ve seen those pluses [+] and stars [*] show up in a lot of rags lately.

I’m not gonna spell it out for you, but Tiger Woods has “peaked” at 33 this year. Question: were you an effeminate man, what might you call the stud who just manhandled you? Perhaps, “Tiger?” I doubt I need explain “wood.” So, taking those tidbits along with everything I’ve said so far, I ask, what do you think is the coded story behind the media blitz? What are the Medes conveying to those in the know?

Back to Watchmen for a second, I caught another bit of embedded revelation. Just before the [doctor] Manhattan bomb goes off and incinerates its sacrificial victims, we get a quick shot of a briefcase and the code “300.” As my readers are [should] already [be] aware, said number [and its variants] are key numbers related to sacrifice. And in this case, the victims were sacrificed for the “greater good,” the great work, the One World Order dreamed by Tennyson, Rhodes, Ozymandias and other such miscreants; the servants of Dis/the “lords” of Law.

As the [300] article states, the story of the 300 Spartans, is a crafted narrative that masks the events, yet tells insiders specifically what transpired: human sacrifice. Occasionally, for the dumb masses, the tale/tail of “glory” [holes] is retold, this time around as a homo-erotic meat-grinder. “Tonight, we DINE in Hell?” Those conscientious enough to brave the mirror, may recall the video stating that to sustain the American DIE-T, “300” animals are butchered/sacrificed per second.

The [300] article also surmised the number, in particular, relates to innocents, be they animals or children. It’s a long running joke on humanity. The “butt” of the joke is you! Yes, they are laughing.

The [earlier] Men’s Journal cover is yet another coded piece [¿codpiece?] of subversion. “Meat,” aside the PTB’s interest in keeping the carnage flowing obviously carries a different meaning when placed across a “strapping young lad,” near the mental queue of “testosterone.” Couldn’t you just devour him/it?

Per Lucy, posing one with a motorized BIcycle, is also code for sexual “leanings” [hence, the recent South Park bikes/fags episode makes sense]. Recall Batman’s “conversion” scene? Recall also that in the Dark Knight, Aaron, he who “Comes Clean,” was never allowed to drive himself anywhere, hence suggesting he was a “kept man;” a far cry from his “coming out party” In the Company of “Men.”

The above image is the ballyhooed “hot wife” of perennial alternative Presidential candidate Denis Kucinich. Her name may not be Rachel, but anyone who saw the Democrats take their debate to the gay channel, saw how “at home” Dennis settled in. I would guess, the arm candy known as Elizabeth Harper, is just that. {*5}

Somewhere in between the layers of what lies at the “top” of they pyramid of control and that of this realm is a limited, yet well distributed, group of powerful insiders. Basically, it’s a small gay club and you ain’t in it!

As with the Commando joke played on heterosexual males, it’s kind of funny, until you think back to the Brownshirts, another substantial exclusively gay group, which were used to put Hitler into power. They, like every other group before and after them, as always happens historically (see podcast) were all hunted down and killed. That’s when the laughter stops. But, not just for them … for all of us.

It’s remarkable how investigating the reasons behind the “anal sex” fad has led to so many different areas, and produced so many revelatory truths. Was it a rabbit-hole? Well, obviously, in more ways than one, as some of the shit has stuck to me and tarnished my standing in the eyes of many an idiot. What may have helped me, was realizing early on that the anus (as the closing images suggest) is a two-way window; a way of looking at both the macrocosm and the microcosm.

The Gods themselves, descended/entered this world via Anu (the sky/the heavens). We’d do well ourselves, as was doubly-implied last issue, to remember that what we leave behind, is as important as what we do.

 

Disclaimer: This article was written at an earlier stage of my development, thus it may contain minor points which do not necessarily reflect my present belief set.

 

*1: The above podcast is a two-hour edited-down version of the show [downloadable]. The full four-hour show is has since disappeared into the aether. [LB]

*2: The last picture of the salacious duo, while on the surface, appearing to be the most innocent least suggestive, is from the most revelatory of gatherings: the Lollipops and Rainbows Foundation. There are many lurid accounts out there about the event (e.g., “Emily and Noah Love Lollipops and Rainbows”), but even the “official press release,” reads like a pornographic dime-store novelette (to those not sleeping). This video shows you precisely what I deduced. [LB]

*3: Another last minute thought: Those rounded “star-flowers” seem to be all over SpongeBob’s show. They remind me of Lily, the sex abuse victim from Sex and the City. If I had to guess, they’ve got something to do with a developing “starfish.” [LB]

*4: Magazines, just like movies, are made for two groups of people [possibly three]. The first layer is for the dumb cunts; those we often mislabel as “humanity.” The sublayer is for those in the know. The third layer, could very well be the disinfo sandwiched in between, for those who dare fancy ourselves Gods of Synchronicity. [LB]

*5: I spent a little time looking into the long-legged and quite shaggable, IMO, Elizabeth Jane Harper Kucinich. Their “love at first sight” story reminded me a little too much of Di’s [programmed] response to Prince Charles. Coincidentally, Di is Elizabeth’s “hero” and in some photos, she looks strikingly similar to the Virgin Queen’s latest portrayal. Is she a “presidential model?” Perhaps. [LB]

~ by celticrebel on December 8, 2009.