Hardwiring Future Generations [2]

Picking up where last’s week’s show left off, the question to ponder is how far along are we in the programming, and is too late already to do anything about it? If you have a vague grasp of how NLP operates, you’ll know that it may bee too late for Generation Z [in retrospect, the rather appropriately named END generation].

One factor in their hopelessness, is as pointed out in great detail in prior shows, the composition of the most-pervasive mind-shaping force they/we have grown up under. The other, is the far from organic alternative media, which leads people in all sorts of rabbit-holes, while ignoring or misdirecting away from the obvious.

I do apologize for the slew of technical problems last night, some of which were my fault, some due to “the pussy,” some due to a slew on Gomer’s end, and one rather inexplicable lost connection to the network. I hope that, despite all that, I manged to got the point across on this fairly important topic [downloadable as usual].

Holy Wood [the rectum of america], the big trap the spiders (anal vampires) have set up to lure prey to a fate of abuse and far far worse. Must instill the [al]lure early: “They go deep underground to discover all sorts of weird, wonderful, and far-out facts about making and being in movies.” Their words, as are these:

“Judy is desperately trying to earn thrill points, so she plans a trip to the Cemetery Creep n Crawl. Meanwhile, Stink has been collecting all the samples and evidence he can in his efforts to catch Bigfoot. Add in Aunt Opal’s crazy driving (and bad sense of direction), and somehow they all end up at an abandoned amusement park, eating scat sandwiches. That’s gotta be worth some thrill points.”

Normal healthy entertainment for young girls who have a not-so-bright future as self-deprecating uncreative externally-focused victims of sexual and physical abuse. But, fret not ye parental units, they’ll be conditioned to think it’s perfectly normal.

Is there anyone who would let Sheldon Silverstein babysit their children? Sadly the answer is yes. Noncritical brainwashed dissociative mAssess will accept all manner of depravity, because they believe “someone” is looking out for them and wouldn’t allow this to happen. Hence, Uncle Shelby is free to instruct the Runny Rabbits to [bend over and] Grab Their Socks. At least he was honest the title of his third book: “Now Here’s My Plan.” Revelation of the Method? I wonder if he’s Jewish?

Dav Pilkey [i.e., Pill Key], born in 1966, may or may not be a conspirator, but his fascination for feces sure does seem to fit the plan. I doubt it coincidental that Sasha Grey (the Jew Queen of Ass-Eating) chose his book to read for the media event [consent test]. It would stand to reason that ingesting Pilkey’s material as a child makes the mind far more receptive to today’s genre of anal-centric porn.

Andy Griffiths, not to be confused with The Andy Griffith Show, “loves reading his books to young fans.” Now that might sound fine to the naive, until you realize what Andy’s books are all about. Despite angry caller’s insistence that young Ron Howard survived the show unmolested, I doubt Holy Wood would leave any future stars exit gate untouched. You can bet your bottom dollar on that [prior show]!

Hm, stynkromysticism would seem to indicate that we are also being told what type of activities our Senators are engaging in. Someone ask Barney Frank about that.

As to the other Andy, what kind of nit-wit, would promote the above books to kids? Apparently, quite a few. From butt one parenting site: “Introduce your young readers to these books and return to this blog to share your child’s experiences with the books. I am confident the books will elicit many laughs. Happy reading!”

Those who’ve actually been listening will now find ample evidence as to just how dedicated Griffiths is to certain concepts I’ve been explaining for some time now.

But, I have to say, even I was a bit shocked, er surprised, to see the above two, which in roundabout ways, say the exact same thing [a true story]. Need I explain?

In Andy’s very own words: “In this book there are stories about the simple pleasures of playing with friends, riding motorbikes, picking berries and hunting for emu eggs and wild pigs sitting alongside tales of terrifying turkeys, angry mamus, farcical football matches and crocodiles with an unfortunate – but completely understandable – preference for eating naked people.” Subtly, the truth is spoken.

Victims of abuse, be it sexual, physical or mental, prefer to look back on their trauma with not “false memories of abuse” as many a paid psychologist has been suggesting on Prostitute Airwaves, but with fabricated memories of innocence.

This was pre-brokeback mountain supplantation of the cowboy myth, exchanging rugged individualism, with masturbatory bitch-boy fantasies. One of the characters was Marty Markham, yet another MM/26 nod to the pederast cult of Jehovah/Set.

It’s enough to make your spine-ache. For what it’s worth, the writer of the series (Lawrence Edward Watkin) was also responsible for a few other interesting titles: Gentleman from England, The Sword and the Rose (When Knighthood Was in Flower) and finally, The Biscuit Eater. Biscuit? Hm, I wonder what that means!

Important note: Peter Pan was written by a pederast. My best guess, considering our hopeless immersion in and propagation of Pop Culture [more accurately “Pederast Culture”] memes, is that the creators of Operation Pedro Pan chose the name quite methodically, and the victim/writer of The Lost Apple, did not.

From December 1960 to October 1962, more than fourteen thousand Cuban youths arrived alone in the United States. What is now known as Operation Pedro Pan was the largest recorded exodus of unaccompanied minors in the Western Hemisphere.

In 2009, Castro was still fuming, calling Pedro Pan “a cynical publicity maneuver that would have been the envy of Goebbels himself, the Nazi Minister of Propaganda.” For two 13-year-old kids, it was like “The Wizard of Oz” in reverse.

Operation Pedro Pan ultimately involved the Catholic church, the CIA, the State Department and multiple civic groups. Some of these powerless children were abused by the very people responsible for their welfare.

The last part should come as no surprise to anyone with an inkling as to what purpose a bonanza of unprotected children may serve. No doubt, some were rubbing their hands together, hoping “the one” might come under their care and tutelage.

Beyond automated yet mindless meme propagation, there is little coincidence in the world of major media. When you put the words “blowjob” and “baby bop” next to a giant erect penis, the subconscious connections can be predictably calculated.

Why would it “hurt” when a child poops? Perhaps because some Morpheus-wannabe drugged them and then violated their key/anus while they lost track of time. Their own movie Ha!penis pretty much documents this [if you can bear the assault].

As for Louis Sachar, we could assume some causality to him looking like Larry David’s twin brother and being located in the Austin end of the Dallas / Houston / Austin boy-prostitution triangle. However, his best known work about young boys spending all day digging holes takes us from causality to probable cause. Next, let us present his resume of Johnny’s in the Basement, Sixth Grade Secrets and Kidnapped at Birth. We now have a preponderance of evidence. Verdict: guilty!

It may be far darker and far worse than even I may have managed to convey. There are two ways to deal with it. One, is the easy route, disassociate and deny; willingly accept a life of blindness while the world around you turns into shit.

Two, disconnect, disinfect, purge and stand firm against those who are leading us into the abyss. One cannot support the destruction of mankind and continue to claim to be part of the human race.

 

A Few Other Arbitrary Celtic Rebel Posts on Related or Similar Subject Matter
Dec 2011: Hardwiring Future Gens [I]	Oct 2010: A Ferris Moon Arising
Jun 2011: Wizards of False Memory	Mar 2010: Bourgeoisie Assimmolation

 

Note: I’d like to thank all of you in the chatroom, from which I gleamed some of these images from. I thought I had enough, but just prior to publication, Kathy sent me an image, which pretty much confirms exactly how strong an influence these unscreened nannies can have on the mind, long after they mind-rape your children: proof!

~ by celticrebel on December 20, 2011.