Far Too Long in This Shit

Tonight, June 27th, my guest was Alex Robinson from Too Long in This Place, a blog whose title resonates deeply with me, as I have bemoaned in great detail previously [Burning Ring Series]. The show is below:

I am tired of this prison and want to find a way out of it. It seems far too many of us actually enjoy rolling around in the shit, hence the Medes feel free to throw that fact in our face periodically [and with ever increasing frequency now].

Thanks to James Ratte for the precious “abc family” moment, which is apparently on MTA buses all over New York lately! Why would they put this fecalpheliac crap out so blatantly? Because we’re too brainwashed to see the shit. Alex [the penis-less one from down under] is really a part of the new direction I am trying to go, and her being on the show did not disappoint [myself, at least], us focusing on, what I feel was a positive direction dealing with some solution-speak.

The photo from the memorial that Alex mentioned [above left] is quite striking, like a hard slap of reality to the face. Note the shoulders of the demonstrated victim are laying across a “souvla/suvla,” the sacrificial rod. Not covered was mankind’s hypocrisy in differentiating from either image above. Alex’s article is linked herein, and you may want to take a look at my prior image [from associated article], before reading the corrected words on the site:

“Those her-o’s that shed their blood and lost their lives… you are now lying in the soil of a friendly cunt. Therefore rest in piece. There is no difference between the Johnnies and the Mehmets where they lie side by side here in this cunt of ours… You the mothers, who sent their sons from far away cunts, wipe away your tears. Your sons are now lying in our bosom and are in piece[s]. Having lost their lives on this land they have become our sons as well.” — Mustafa Kemal Ataturk

Also interesting to learn that the cinematic, and of little surprise, overtly homoerotic retelling Gallipoli, starring one young [and need I mention “hot”] Mel Gibson, while not showing that the men were sent in for the sole purpose of dying, did reveal the pyramid preparation for those young fools preparing to be butchered:

Remarkable [or not really, depending on perspective], that I as a child, could see the obvious, that years and years of trained [operative word there] military historians were too stupid to see. Another example I neglected to mention was the uniforms of the Napoleonic era, designed to help the opposition target the heart.

Then again, can’t pat myself on the back too hard, as being confronted by the below should have clued me in that my coupling experiences [something that could, as show suggested, technically qualify as “sheepshagging”] in this Land of Nod would be unrewarding. Which reminds me, as one Audra did recently, that I may have to do yet another show on Dating & Romance [two were not enough]. It would seem there is much demand and a far deeper underlying need for such thoughts.

There were quite a few complaints about the chat room, and a post-show scan proved them of merit. I really don’t want the Chat Room to be a distraction, and even though it’s obvious quite a few in it aren’t even listening to the show, I’m hesitant to get rid of it. I’ve been adding many moderators to boot out trolls and trouble-makers, but this week was beyond that. Even some of the moderators were out of line. Whatever was transpiring, seriously reminded me of the Episode of South Park where one of the girls grows boobs and all the boys go batshit insane.

While my show may address ribald topics well outside the scope of most shows of whatever genre this is, it does so in a mature manner. This is not the Howard Stern show, where we have whores come on and then I ask them to talk about their first lesbian experience, and then about anal. This is something far different than that agenda-serving show hosted by that mentally-challenged degenerate who’s audience has been programmed to think that fuck-stick is some kind of pioneer.

I would hope with my audience, I need not go to the trouble of listing rules or guidelines [plus, I sort of already did that, I think]. I just ask those who participate show some respect for me, and more importantly, my guests and each other. If you can’t do that, you do not belong in there and I hope the mods can not only do their job, but remember that applies to them as well. Yes, it is fun to be a child and “play,” but that does not mean act like a teenager with a raging erection, one who’s just drank his first ever six-pack of beer, or an attention whore. Nuff said?

That all said, the impromptu closing of the show, which was really just the result of me trying to fill up time stayed with me for the entire day to follow. It seemed there was something quite relevant/revelant contained within. Something about the two Alexes [¿alphas? ¿all-x’s?], one above, one below, one male, one female, on two opposite sides of the world, with great oceans of water (the most abundant compound on this earth/our bodies and one quite conductive) between us.

During the show, Alex and I discussed the amazing potential creative energy between a male and a female, which she suggested sex/procreation may very well be a secondary function of such potential. As I surmised, that may well be what the “G” represents in the [ancient] masonic diagrams. Perhaps some might accuse me of having an over-furtive imagination, and I can only hope so. It’s gonna take a lot of imagination and a lot of energy to turn this world of shit into Gold.

And if that sounds overly optimistic to some, and you want “proof” that one can turn shit into gold, then you need look no further than my documentary.

 

A Few Other Arbitrary Celtic Rebel Posts on Related or Similar Subject Matter
Jun 2010: Too Long in the Shit	Aug 2010: Bathtime in the Bunker
Apr 2010: Romance is Dead	Feb 2010: Valentine’s Day is Over

 

Note A: This week, on Thursday, July 1st, I will be back on Artistic Expressions with Lenon Honor and we’ll be discussing Don’t Go West [V2], among other things.

Note B: Eugene will be back on this coming Sunday, July 4th, to talk more about the event horizon and us taking some responsibility for the shitpile. If you missed our last show, consider it a prerequisite.

Note C: The closing scenes are from The Holy Mountain, a film I handed off to Stygian Port [and rightly so, as he has the alchemical background], whom in return, sent Revolver my way [which, is starting to look like, per my documentary, the right choice as well]. Speaking of, more of you guys need to promote it [DGW2] to your friends and enemies.

~ by celticrebel on June 27, 2010.