Boy Toys of the Gay-lites

“This is what we’ve waited for. This is it, boys. This is war.” These royal pricks have finally done it. You can only push the Rebel so far. They’ve long since engineered most of American and Western European girls into self-deprecating whores, good for a shag [barely] and not much else. But now, they have crossed the [proverbial] line … those dick-heads have set their gun-sites on Brasil!

When Tanerlorn comes under attack, it is incumbent on all warriors to rise to the occasion and fight. Hence, this Celtic Warrior, being rash rather than methodical, appeared on Gomer Kyle’s show to air just a few of the gay-lites dirty little secrets: {*1}

The material presented in the show, and herein, is by no means everything, but had Tanerlorn been left unmolested, I, out of laziness, would have probably left well enough alone. The proverbial cat is out of the [brown] bag now.

I encourage other warriors to join in. You will find this type of material throughout thw whole media stream. The pen is mightier than the [pork] sword. Through whatever means, point this stuff out. At this point, what have we got to lose? {*2}

One of these dirty little secrets has been the call to “heroic” young men to “Go West” and “fight the good fight.” For how long have they been making that recruitment call openly now? The point is, I don’t think most guys have the slightest clue what that means, despite repeated memes indicating what should be obvious.

Hopefully, after last week’s show, everyone has a decent idea what “Going West” suggests. Hm, $6.66 for an album? That sounds about right. As said, the alternate back route for going west is Old Route 66, after you pass the stomach/arches.

Feel free to Go West if you wish. It makes little difference to me. The company you find will be Legion. Sometimes however, the left-hand path may be a better option. Well, at least that’s what the rabbi[t] wants us to believe.

“Grab the bull by the horns?” Is that another programmed meme? Gore or be gored? Is that the game afoot? By the way “bull” is required to make a “bullet,” another euphemism for a double-shot of your baby’s love. Yes, that is a route sign.

Perhaps the rabbi knows exactly what happens when you end up in Holy Wood, the place where the priest class of old has taken up residence. Here’s a hint (as has been irrevocably demonstrated), lots and lots of man-on-man butt-sex:

The above scene is from eXistenZ, a movie, which per the unheard podcast (Dinner with Stygian Port [5]), is the longest running anal-sex gag ever heaped on cinematic consciousness. Yes, Cronenberg is a shit-head [when translated, “literally”].

If you’re lucky enough to make it out of the shithole that is Hollywood, your journey will end in Santa Monica, a city named after the pussy-holic mother of useful Roman stooge Saint Augustine. It’s also the nesting ground of the likes of Charles Manson, Marilyn Manson Records, the Rand Corporation and a bunch of other unhealthy shit.

The opening “Go West” album covers [of this post] do seem to suggest some connection with singing and effeminization. 666/FOX’s new “Glee” Club even on the surface, seems nothing short of an extreme homosexual engineering vehicle. While the promo is somewhat misrepresented, I am making a point that there are men out there who are rather stimulated by the sight of a bunch of young boys with their mouths wide open, and a lot of such men make movies.

The upper left corner [first image] does imply an efeminate conversion, right?

West is the route to fame and riches, as I’ve already demonstrated, the road to fame is anally exacting. But, that’s just one industry, of many. When the heavy hitters of the music industry talk about “Rock and Cock,” they aren’t kidding. The caveat is how much cock you have to take before you can wave your own about.

And there’s good reason for the connection. There is only one place along the route (Old 66), where the route Crosses itself (al-boo-queer-key). I’d like to thank Eugene from Underground Stream for beating [into my head] the significance of that. {*3} There is indeed a lot of weird “shit” on the old alternate route to the hell-hole.

If you’ll recall, “blue” is one of the many terms used to describe a man who is gay [the ratio of male Smurfs to females should be making a lot of sense now]. The above “hole” does seem to have some very odd numerical dimensions ass-o-cia-ted with it. And, what was that Dorothy? Did you say that the cowboy looks ready for some brokeback action?

This nine-room Sunrise Motel, a landmark of some distinction, located at the intersection of 66 and 66, is synchromystically connected to two notable Broadway shows, Scaramouche and Fandango. Yes, your ears should be ringing [quite] a bit…

Scaramouche [above center is the mask bearing such a name] was about a young man who, get ready for this, “becomes a revolutionary, politician, and fencing-master, confounding his enemies with his powerful orations and swordsmanship.” Fandango, was made into a movie starring young Kevin Costner. Supposedly, Steven Spielberg was so upset with the film he had his name taken off it.

Considering the number of stinkers Herr Spielberg [an accredited member of the priest class] has laid, I can only surmise one reason he hated it. Not gay enough. Right “under our nose” for so long? It’s been hidden up or under something. {*3}

Alas, an old song crooned by one rather fleet-footed, but not-so mercurial Freddy and her Majesty’s unofficial bootlickers, “Bohemian [grove] Rhapsody,” should also be making a hell of a lot of sense now. Hint: the word AssAssIn is what it is.

Mama I just killed a man,
Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger, now he’s dead
Mama, life had just begun,
But now I’ve gone and thrown it all away

Too late, my time has come,
Sends shivers down my spine, body’s aching all the time
Goodbye, ev’rybody, I’ve got to go,
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth

I see a little silhouetto of a man,
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very fright’ning me

(Oh mama mia, mama mia) Mama mia, let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me

“Any way the wind blows?” Preferably West I’m guessing. Speaking of Lighting, the main character in The Box, the one who could see through the eyes of others, and control them, got hit by Lighting. For those unaware, 15 is Lucy Fur’s number.

Seeing that the infamous Area 51 is located off Route 66, I’m forced to wonder if the whole alien angle isn’t yet another pile of rancid disinfo, and perhaps the top-secret “base” is the headquarters of something far more sinister? That grid/net [from movie], does seem like a one-way [soul] trap of sorts does it not?

Another item [unmentioned] during the show is to keep an eye on the clock. No, not the cock. According to one Lucy, 15 after indicates someone is about to perform an evil act. 15 ’til indicates that someone’s about to be victimized. It’s a game.

I made a wild speculation during the show, that the horror-movie The Ring may be yet another “twist” on the anus, but in retrospect, maybe not so wild. According to Templar lore, the rituals involved kissing the anus of the high priest. For those who just returned from Easter service, I’m seriously hoping you didn’t engage in such symbolic depravity. Those pictured above, do seem rather amused by the act.

I’ve deduced [long ago] that the anus is the entry portal for spirits wishing to take possession of our being. Hence, feel that is the reason for the ceremonial anus kiss. Stygian Port recently appraised me of some wacky movie, Bubba Ho-Tep, where the plot involves Elvis and JFK pairing up to do battle against a soul-sucker, an undead creature who consumes souls, and does so, via of all places, the anus.

I really don’t have that much of a problem with the [christian/patriot/red-pill] Constitutionalists [who’m I made fun of last show], I just think they’re kind of, um, obtuse [yes, trying to make a clever connection between the word constitution and another movie about the digestive system, Shawshank]. Anyway, what they’re too “obtuse” to figure out is that the Republic didn’t start dying when the Patriot Act was passed, nor when the latest übersocialist boy-toy Obama was put in office … it was hemorrhaging long before that, when, en masse, its elders were cast out into nursing homes, condemned to die a slow lonely [and loveless] death.

There’s a lot of weird shit along the route. A lot of really weird-ass shit. There’s no way I could cover it all here. Eugene, mentioned earlier, wrote of but one possible sidetrack. Feel free to plod along and see what you find. One handy tool to bring a long: a gay slang dictionary [there are many out there].

Otherwise, you’ll pass right by all sorts of shit, without ever noticing you’re being victimized. One good example: like why the um, creators, of South Park randomly chose to call the turd, “Mr. Hankey” [this is why they are laughing at you].

I may have reanalyze my perspective that the Academy Awards are ceremonially handed out to the biggest social engineering movies of the year. I’m starting to wonder, honestly, if it’s not to those honoring the westward route. In The Hurt Locker, before riding his buddy like a cowboy [hence, going too far], they laid down the rules for their [cock]fight: “No face shots!” Silly rabbit! That kind of humiliation is reserved for the bitches [i.e., womenfolk, or those effeminated].

Even Miss Sandra Bollocks, was finally “recognized,” only after making the above anal-suggestive film. Coincidentally, this was perfectly timed right along with news division of the medes, informing her fan-base that even this “goody two-shoes normal-girl all-american role-model” engages in a little fecalphelia. In other words: giving imbeciles the “green light” to also partake in such depravity. {*4}

As said in the show, movies have long used codes like “hot lead” or a “warm glass of milk” to suggest a man on man spurtathon. All sorts of clues are left along the route, such as the above Beatles one [just another stop]. Honestly, what do you think the talentless [at the time, they eventually learned] fabulous little boy-toys [“bitches”] meant when they sang, “Come together. Right now. Over me!”

I’m sure some will take offense to what I said above, but that’s a natural persona-stinctive response to those engineered to define themselves by the indoctrination their massters subjected them to. The above vid, is, in my opinion, a fair analysis of Don MacLean’s “American Pie,” his goodbye to Rock and Roll.

“No angel born in hell, can break that Satan spell. And, as the flames climbed high into the night, to light the sacrificial rite, I saw Satan laughing with delight … on the day the music died.”

MacLean, and I’m guessing here, whether by knowledge or intuition, was making a conscious choice to stay far away from the “Western” forces taking over music with their initiated/sodomized Beat-els, Stones/testicles and [back] Doors.

Obviously, the topic is gonna require deeper anal-isis. There was way too much material to squeeze into a two-hour show, and I had to leave various nuggets of information out of the broadcast. It will be probed again [literally/metaphorically].

Yes, that is an “eye of horus” hidden behind her [on the wall], as well as the more obvious eye you can almost see (technically, also behind her). Despite what leading conspiracists have been indoctrinating us to believe, nothing has been hidden under our “noses,” folks. Absolute shite! Even though we are pretty god-damned stupid, they figured sooner or later we’d pick our nose and find it.

Maybe a side effect of all this anal programming coming through the media, is that probing every rabbit holes will become instinctive? From the WB of old Whiting Bros found along the route [earlier pic], we ended up with the seedy anal-inquisitive Warner Bros waiting at its end. Those “brothers” have since spawned the anally fixated forked-tongued Wachowkis, whom via their pitchman, Key-Anus, have cleverly programmed legions of naives to “go deep” into the rabbit hole.

While Isis above does seem inviting to my trigger finger, the Priests of Holy Wood, seems “hell-bent” on programming us to same sex “brown-eye” exploration. Oh how obvious the old posters are through NEW eyes, no? Don’t analyze that [the woman hole]. Analyze this! That laughter you hear is them, laughing at you.

I had almost forgotten a rather forgettable old film entitled Things to Do in Denver When You’re Dead. Hm, maybe “Everything’s Denver?” The film emphasized that the “worst possible way to die” in terms of excruciating pain and how long it took to die, was to get shot in the ass [a term they called “buckwheats”]. Of course, anyone with even a rudimentary grasp of biology and physics would say “bullshit.”

It doesn’t matter if you get the joke [e.g., the one above about being a “brown boy” or “shit-eater”] or not when it is being made at your expense. All that matters is that you stop thinking and keep watching/consuming the shit they’re pumping into your mind. The nonsensical surface plot and social engineering are aimed at you, the rest of the movie is made for them (and perhaps, a few smarter rabbits).

The above supporting scene is from Wanted, which took place at Bielzebubb’s Castle of Carnage, conveniently located at the origin/mouth of Route 66. As I’ve long stated, our mouth is where our kharmic weight is initiated. We should be more careful what we consume. Consumption is another form of consent.

As I also just learned from Eugene, there is one other notable landmark where 66 crosses itself, yet another place to stuff your face with the tortured remains of the day, Nick’s/Satan’s “Place.” Couldn’t find an image, but did find one from a New York Diner, located in, oh, as if I you hadn’t already guessed: Hell’s Kitchen.

There are a remarkable amount of shots in cinema, where a female’s ass is immediately followed by dead meat being carved or sliced. It’s uncanny how often this occurs. Even though the prior placement of Bethany’s rear and Kobe steaks was coincidental, in the big scheme, there is NO coincidence. Probably why, just this past weekend [prior to show], a random friend sent me, via his phone, this image from a tattoo parlor [warning: graphic, not for the timid], supporting my theory that the female anus is the route to more men turning inward [on each other].

If you watch the Sherlock Holmes movie [¿Guy Ritchie’s “penance” for making Revolver?], with the new eyes you’ve gained after being exposed to this information, you will be amazed at what you see taking place. Some lines are somewhat overt, such as Holmes commenting, “I have crawled into the rabbit hole, and though I’ve soiled my bushy white tail, I have emerged enlightened.” Others, such as Judy’s above “response” to Downing’s touch, are far more subtle.

“Widen your gaze [i.e., brown-eye], Holmes,” suggested the villain. Need more? Alas, connecting the film back to that noxious shit-sucker Ben Stiller, is Roberta Downey Jr, someone “chosen” for some reason [bizarre to the ignorant, yet obvious to the wise] to appear at the sad joke known as the Kid’s Choice Awards.

Stygian Port: “In Sherlock, after Rachel McAdams visits Holmes, Watson asks why she was there, and if she was looking for a “beard”? Later, a gypsy woman payed off by Holmes to try to convince Watson not to get married claims she sees Watson’s bride growing a beard. The scenes in Top Gun where Maverick and the female flight instructor meet up at her place and you think they’re gonna do it but they don’t, then next time they meet she’s dressed like a guy, happens in Sherlock Holmes as well.”

Do you recall [from show] how he, Roberta [while wearing a sambo mask] comforted the recent pedo-initiated Benita in Tropic Thunder? Well, in Shercock [john] Holmes, the gypsy intuits in regards to Judy/Roberta, “You are brothers. Yet not in blood, but[t] by bond.” James Bond! Or perhaps, King James um, “bond?”

Think back on films you once saw [while blind]. Are you sure you watched the movie you think you saw? Are you sure what unfolded is what you remember? You sure?

I think not. It’s time to redefine the term, “No shit Sherlock.” I could go on and on, but it’s time to move on. As Gomer summarized to me recently, all you can do is give them the [they live] glasses. Now, it’s up to them to put them on and see the [omnipresent] “shit” with their own eyes.

 

A Few Other Arbitrary Celtic Rebel Posts on Related or Similar Subject Matter
Nov 2009: From Starfish to Stardom	Apr 2010: Boy Toys of the Gaylites
Feb 2009: Sunday Night in the Foxhole	Jun 2010: Violating the Stygian Port

 

*1: Unfortunately, I made a bad choice and decided to present this material for the first time on someone else’s show rather than my own. One, the host was stoned during the interview, so kept meandering into unrelated directions. Two, said host has since gone on to become a proponent of extreme bigotry.

The former was a mere nuisance, but the latter association makes the footnote (below) one more subject to [valid] criticism. I apologize. I made a poor decision. [LB]

*2: Undoubtedly, some pre-programmed minds, on both extremes of the spectrum, will interpret this as some kind of stupid crusade against homosexuality. Clearing one’s mind and resisting the urge for emotional reaction, should hopefully help on see that his is about something that goes far beyond individual sexual orientation. [LB]

*3: I will have Eugene as a guest/co-pilot on The Rebel Path this coming Sunday, April 11th. The show is tentatively titled: “The Christ, The Boxifiction and the Event Horizon.” Yes, there was a rebroadcast this past Sunday, as I wanted to finish this and was not up to the task of writing yet another post on yet another broad topic. [LB]

*4: I’d like to thank ImmortallyWounded for his comment which confirmed my suspicions the latest media-frenzy on Bollock was a psyop. Also, Doug DeGrave for the subsequent “Betheney Fenkel” image. Undoubtedly, as this article was a long-time brewing others have contributed ideas, so I’m sorry if I have forgotten who said what. Most importantly, I’d like to once again thank Lucy for helping me put so much of this together. [LB]

~ by celticrebel on April 5, 2010.