The Peasants are Revolting 
I was on the airwaves this Sunday and, as promised, brought the fire and ire along:
Well, at least I think so. The callers and chatters seemed to concur. Listen to the [below] show and judge for yourself [downloadable]:
Those who missed the Labor Day Special also missed the debut of Metro Bob’s Hot Film Reviews©.That segment, depending on who you ask may have not gone too well. He reviewed the latest gay buttsex spectacle, The Expendables:
Hm, that image was made before shooting began. The lineup obviously changed, and come to think of it, nobody other than the cast of Latino extras was really “expendable.” Guess they can’t kill off their big-name ass-trophy boys they brought in. Speaking of one old horse, this Italian [Prize] Pony came up in the chat.
Monica Bellucci, is the
actress prostitute, that “starred” [by every possible definition of the word] in the anal trauma spectacle known as Irreversible. I neglected to mention, that this film helped kill of my [false] snobbery/faith that at least the Europeans, not yet as stupid as the Americans, can still make semi-intelligent films about something other than anal exploration and fascination.
I must say, Monica does have a really nice set of tits on her, but that will only get you so far, and nowhere in Hollywood. The people that run that town are only interested in your orifices, and one more so than the others; and that would be the one Monica is promoting below [left]. Consider Irreversible as Bellucci’s informal audition for the big-time.
Her ten minute ass-rape scene probably also served up the necessary amount of predictive programming for actress/prostitute wannabes. There are some interesting/telling articles on Belluci here, including how one Sienna Miller said the referenced scene “traumatized” her. You stupid whore, it was supposed to.
As for the shot on the right [above], use your imagination. On second thought, don’t! Yes, that is Monica yet again. Did I mention she has a nice pair of tits???
Speaking of The Matrix, I still marvel at how many “free-thinking” and “awake” um, “individuals” [yes, I say that fully in jest], still cling so tightly to the dingle-berries of programming that film force-fed them. Are we that gullible?
Of course we are. Like all good symbiants ought to, we took the propaganda the Masters of Holy Wood imbued us with and propagated them along. We did exactly what the think tanks programmed us to, predictably behaving just like the good little thoughtless slaves we were meant to be. We “chose,” of our own free-will:
Red Pill Cheerleading? Hm, that sounds all too appropriate. If you take the time to follow the white rabbit into a rabbit hole, he may not come out so “white” anymore:
On occasion, you’ll see him come back colored some variant of brown. That’s prone to happen to little bunnies that crawl [or "twist" themselves] into shitholes. The gay community has long known of this [nsfm], so why doesn’t your average
straight heterosexual idiot?
The crappy film above, made by one Vincent Gallo, gained a little bit of notoriety because it actually shows Chloë Sevigny sucking Gallo’s cock. I couldn’t make it through The Brown Bunny, because it was all so boring (crappy in every sense).
But, at least it was honest. I still marvel at how many times I hear people talk of these actors as if they (a) have some kind of talent, and (b) are something other than prostitutes of the rich and powerful. The promotions of these sex slaves are so blatant, defending them just reveals the depths of one’s stupidity. So, stop it!
Away from the stargate exit, and back to the entrance, it serves a function other than advancing your career [kah-rear], The idiocy of hot dog consumption also speaks volumes of the depths of human stupidity [I've written of in detail before]:
Aside from the phallic training, and the inside joke forced on a gullible public (yes, people have been stupid for a long time), there is the brilliant caveat of getting people accustomed to swallowing a phallic package of shit [literally] and death:
The formula is completely consistent … inside an environment he can control. The bigger the environment, the easier the control. … so the opponent simply distracts their victim by getting them consumed with their own consumption.
The bigger the trick and the older the trick, the easier it is to pull, because — They think it can’t be that old, they think it can’t be that big, … for so many people to have fallen for it.
– Revolver (2005)
All they need to do is help us along. As said during the show, few of us will question the programming that we received before the masters expose to us that the latest programming was a lie. We will then proceed to do exactly what they want of us, serving them and damning ourselves along the way.
They simply offer us [their] little “choices,” so that we can consent to our demise:
For those unfamiliar, the above scene is from Monty Python’s The Meaning of Life (1983). And, I have to [begrudgingly] say, that it demonstrates specifically what I’m talking about, and it does so brilliantly!
Another caveat of the system, is that as long as we can point to other idiots among us, and feel superior to them, we are far less likely to look within. Case in point: those dumb enough to think the Empire’s war of aggression were about “defending freedom” or such nonsense. Many a “red pill” swallower can point at them and laugh the sheep[le]. Don’t mistake the system’s use of basic psychology for genius.
For those unfamiliar, it is true, a few restaurants in the USA actually did replace “French” fries with “Freedom” fries a few years ago. To that, I can personally attest. By the way, if you will be paying for the above by check, please make it out to “Israel.” The Legions need your participation. Think of it as a “kosher tax.”
Hm, come to think of it, the faces of the people above seem to have something in common. Oh, what is it? Talentless. Check. Ugly as sin. Check. Degenerate. Check. Rich. Check. Perverse. Check. Is there something else? They sure do look alike.
Yes, Fight Club, aside from predictively programming this truth movement, was probably a nonstop metaphor for man-on-man anal violation; a long-running “inside” joke on us. Don’t feel bad, I fell for it too.
Just in case there are a few out there who still
don’t refuse to believe me, I leave you with this shot from the closing credits [courtesy of one alert zorro], “proof:”
Although technically, do we really need more proof? Isn’t the modus operandi of the Priests of Holy Wood more than enough? Poor Brendan [below left]! His blessing is also his curse: a Jew with the rugged good looks of a prototypical gentile leading man. Hence, why he gets so much work, and so many “work-outs.”
The latter image [below right], actually came up by chance while looking for one of Phil Collins. Seems [overly] appropriate placed right where it is now.
Come to think of it, technically, if we take the R out of PROOF, we get POOF.
Someone who has a penchant for the anuses of other men, is occasionally referred to as a POOFER. The term, and I apologize for this, deals with farting, as one’s rectum, if it has been recently abused, tends to pass gas, hence the “poof.”
Vanished? But, if I put the 666 [i.e., 18], back into POOF, then I can furnish yet another PROOF [the above image]. That, my friends, at risk of boasting, is why many of you come here. The scene, is of the [discussed] irreversible ass-rape, but the numbers and symbols, reveal and say way too much. I leave synthesis to you.
The above collage, is a hodge-podge of things prompted by my finding a banner (button) someone put out the internet, so that bloggers can let others know how “awake” they are. I’m guessing the end result, will ruffle a few feathers. Good!
If you are offended by any of the numerous inclusions, please take a step back first, and remember, that I chose many, for the purpose of making fun of my prior self.
To the delight/chagrin of some, the next show will be a continuation of what I started this week. If you truly enjoyed the show, there is a donate button on the right. Until next week …
Note A: I’ve been somewhat uplifted by finding some new pieces written out on the internet, that were in some way, inspired by my work. Here are two:
- Age of Volcanoes: Where There’s Smoke There’s Feces
- I Want to Break Free: From Virgin to Whore
- Mystery, Bablyon: Rabbi-t Hole
Note B: I will be a guest on Question #46 with John Preston Sunday, prior to my show. So, yes, I’ll be doing five hours of Radio next week.
~ by celticrebel on September 5, 2010.
Posted in embedded cinema, new world order, occult issues, social engineering
Tags: 101, alternative media, American Cancer Society, anal sex, assasination, corporatism, homosexuality, human stargate, idiots, Lord of the Rings, metrosexual, monica bellucci, new age, prostitution, religion, repeaters, roman empire, slavery, stupidity, The Matrix, vegetarians