From Starfish to Stardom

As above, so below. On one level, that could very well be a valid interpretation of why these stars Hollywood presents us with, play the roles of countless archetypes, heroes and gods of myth [i.e., planetary bodies] over and over again. Requiring little mention, is how most of the fools on the stage, are too stupid to even have a clue of the significance of the role they’ve been cast for, nor the wherewithal, to understand the precision with which their careers have been guided.

It has long been my suspicion, and is now my firm assertion, that fame does not come cheaply. The Medes, who I’ve gotten into the habit of calling the Wizards of Id, have presented us many a “tail” of Faustian bargains made at the cross-roads, where the rights to one’s “soul” are traded in for the “right” to a few fancy baubles, and the adorations of legions of mindless fanatic zombies [i.e., “fans”]. But, I suspect that is a scam as well. Our “icons” are nothing more than eye-cons.

I do however, firmly believe, that while there may be no “devil” to pay, at least not, for the scum of the earth, those we call actors, the same joke of a “profession” looked down upon from the days of Rome through well until the advent of the motion picture, they will inevitably find themselves at the cross-roads, so to speak, but there will be no devil there. Just a dirty old man. The Devil who chooses Armani over Prada. In layman’s terms, he prefers shit over shinola.

These devils, or moguls, as they like being called [i.e., golum = golem/gollum; the lexicon does not lie], have no use for one’s soul, it is something, which they, having consigned themselves to their little slice of this 3D existence, have little use for, and I reckon, wouldn’t even know what the fuck to do with it. But, potential stars do have an “ASSet” these old men hold in high value; the life force they can draw from the young, hoping to extend their miserable yet materially luxurious stay on this realm, and if they learned anything through the occult teachings most are indubitably exposed to, they surely fear the wheel of kharma may, in fact, be just.

So, how do they go about engaging in the transfer of life energy from stars in the making? Well, what would have seemed preposterous to me not all that long ago, thanks to a circuitous route of occult studies, synchronicity and intuition, leads me the human “stargate” exit, the anus. Coincidentally, the anus, in “insider circles” is referred to as the starfish, or on some occasions, the “pink starfish.”

Yes, there is a reason why “gay” SpongeBob, the one with a bulbous yellow penis in lieu of a nose, has a pink starfish for a “roommate.” And of course, where else would you find a starfish but in a Bikini Bottom?

• A Burning Ring of Fire [II]: social engineering, the anus, and possession
• Sing Our Own Song [VII]: the anus, energy transferance, “stables” of young
• A True Blue Sexual ReView: more random thoughts on the topic

The above links would be required reading for anyone who thinks I’m making a leap of logic here. It is not my intent, in this exercise, to explain how the process works, but to go over example after example of what, hopefully, when compiled together, will make even the most skeptical [i.e., programmed to deny the obvious] mind realize the joke that’s been played on them, and discourage such fools from either engaging in idolatry of the wretched, and definitely, discourage their children from practicing such, much less dreaming of becoming “stars” themselves one day.

I’m sure were one to ask Ricky Martin, what he had to do to “earn” his shot at superstardom, he’d either grimace and confess, or has been programmed / traumatized by the events, he’s blocked those memories permanently. Most telling to me, was my recent discovery realization that when enough fame/notoriety has been achieved, in other words, when you’ve bent over and had the requisite number of penises put inside your “pink starfish,” you are awarded the highest of honors [¿on all fours?], your own “pink star” on the Hollywood Walk of Fame.

There’s a good reason why that conjures up the phrase Walk of Shame. Indubitably, that is a far more honest evaluation of what takes place. And, when it is time for one’s ceremony, your star is put on the ground, the paparazzi shows up and you, unwittingly or fully cognizant, bend over, pose next to your pink star, while assuming the position you ASSumed countless times on your road to fame [¿would that be the effeminizing HerShe Highway?], exposing your ass, and bringing a smile to the old men golems, who smirk and nudge each other, “I nailed that. Did you?”

A long time ago, I watched a YouTube video which showed how almost every major black actor/star, assumed a feminine role on his way to “the top” [i.e., coming to the conclusion that we live in a world that is upside down, as I’ll explain in the next installment of The Burning Ring, “the top” would then be “the bottom”]. It stated the one exception to the rule was Denzel Washington, who while he didn’t put on the “bitch dress,” did bend over and symbolically take one [a bullet, i.e., a hot shot] in the ass [in the appropriately entitled Training Day]. {*1}

It also went on to speculate that the reason Dave Chapelle lost it (per the controlled Medes), is that he refused to wear a dress in Blue Streak [hm, Sirian djinn spirits are allegedly blue, speaking to the possession “route”]. My suspicious about that wHOLE incident are pretty much similar. That video seems to have disappeared.

Will Smith, went the extra mile [i.e., took the extra cocks], while he was still young (but, it may have been no big deal for him), and that is probaby why he is being cast as the lead in all these major block-busters [mind-destroying] movies of late. Heck, he even showed his true bisexual nature in Six Degrees of Separation: a story of a young black man, doing whatever it took, to be accepted by the [white] blue-blood socialites he idolized. The DVD I saw, did not contain the gay scene between Smith and the son.

As the mysterious Mr. Hardly, the true controller/manipulator behind the facade of the Hardly-ingenious South Park duo of Parker and Stone admitted, if you wanna work for Spielberg and Lucas, you’re gonna have to let them rape you up the ass first. Don’t underestimate the “art of revealing,” they have to amuse themselves, while the average dumb sheep is busy amusing themselves to death.

I think their plans are so far along now, and society at large, even those who consider themselves awake, so pathetically ignorant, what difference does it make if a few of the smarter sheep figure out the punchlines of the jokes they’ve long been on the receiving end of [in some cases, literally]. One video I recently came across said that the only reason Samuel L. Jackson earned his part in the “Star” Wars trilogy, is because he let George Lucas fuck him up the ass. With that statement, I will have to agree 100%. You can bet your bottom dollar on that!

Note the phallus-resonating python of the Cohen/Kahn/Con priest class Samantha El Jackson is “dealing with” [below]. Biblical tales of turning staffs into serpents are by no means “miraculous.” Ejaculation accomplishes the same miracle. It’s simple fluid dynamics. The priest class knows this. Why do you think they named the new temple Holy Wood?

A staff is made of wood. A hard penis is called wood. Serpents can be turned into staffs as well. All it takes is the proper amount of pink motivation. Voilà! Pink turns purple. Slithering serpents into rock hard staffs. A bloody fucking miracle.

Again, Mr. Hardly, who spends his time in a playground [park] down under [south] advises us. During the project Stygian Port and I are working on [coming soon], he informed me the “talent scout” for Team America, was called Spottswoode [i.e., spots wood]. The “star” he found was called Gary Johnston [i.e., johnson].

This up-and-comer young actor, Gary, was wise to the routine when his casting call came: “Oh, I get it. I’m supposed to get in your car and let you put your finger inside me.” Spotswoode repLIES, “No. I’m not from Hollywood. I’m not going to fuck your mouth.” The film also carries and implicit suggestion [¿admission?] that the best actors, are used for intelligence work [mockingbird]. That is a rather interesting Luciferean “choice” of covers for Season Six [sex], no?

When his loyalties were later questioned, Gary got down on his knees [all fours] and fellated Mr. Wood. He’s a team player. Truth, disguised as humor. The priest of Holy Wood are quite amused. The Black Temple is a place of sorcery. They take our imaginations [and act the sheep consent too] and shape the world of the future.

Stars are “cast” [their stargate exits stuffed] and during any production, regardless of budget, there is one requirement, that food is provided for star, extra and crew alike. Stargate entrances must be fed. Thanks to my friend Anesti, I learned that on every movie set, large or small, the feeding of the crew is called Craft Services.

Since we touched on the non-sexual aspect of the human stargate, the digestive system, when its “exit” is not being violated, does serve a requisite function: the elimination of waste. I’ve always had a problem with the defecation suggestive shape and color of Hershey’s “kisses.” Thus, I was a little dismayed [yet, not surprised] to find there was in fact, a product available, where the two intersect: pink starfish kisses.

Which led me into a stranger “territory,” a “villain” called Starfish Hitler. Odd, considering my prior explorations, that it would be found on a site called “pink tentacle.” But, fear not the pink tentacle, the purple one is far scarier. Miley seems to always find herself virtually surrounded by them. And the wizards laugh, at us.

“Mommy, mommy! There’s a pink weenie looking thing with SpongeBob in the park. Can I go play with it?” Of course you can, cause your parents are fucking stupid. If they’ll let you play with an aroused throbbing phallus [i.e., Barney], they’ll surely not worry about a floppy little pink thing. I’m reminded of a song:

“Anytime you rise, I’m here,
And I’m crazy for you pink thing.
You make me want to laugh,
You make me want to cry,
When I stroke your head I feel a hundred heartbeats high,
Pink thing.” {*2}

Oh, sorry, some may now be wondering, “What the fuck is a Starfish Hitler?” Again synchronicity reveals much to us. When Hitler is used as a verb it is suggestive of smearing feces across one’s upper lip. Mr. Hardly devoted an episode to the topic, and in said Team America, prior to doing what is required of him, Gary gives his infamous speech about pussies, dicks and assholes [i.e., about how if dicks didn’t fuck assholes, we would all be covered in shit].

Oddly, before he does so, Gary throws up [during our project, Stygian said he’d been looking into how scenes of regurgigation/throwing-up appear in almost every movie]. In Team America, I could hazard it was symbolic that what he was about to go do, required his stargate exit stay clean. Hard to say. Yet, hard to dismiss.

Coincidentally, said movie, is on Quentin Tarantino’s list of “ten best movies ever made,” and worth a laugh, per Stygian, Spottswoode referred to Gary as his “Top Gun actor.” Remember, that asshole [QT], is responsible for all sorts of subversive shite [and as revealed in interview, admitted to gay subversion in action films]. He just made defecated a snuff film to please his Zionist massters. Speaking of them:

Indubitably, some nitwits reading these words will interpret them as antisemetic, because a lot of these soulless dirty old men (golems/gollums) that run Hollywood, are and have been Jewish. First of all, the phrase “anti-semetic” is an intelligence test; anyone who believes it actually has any meaning, fails it. Should I ever get around to it, I’ll fill any and all unaware in on how Hollywood was pretty much set up/taken over by the Jewish Mafia long ago.

The likes of Golan and Gobus do fit the dirty old men and ethnic profile to a tee (their first names are Yoram and Menahem). You can thank that duo for countless racist action films, socially engineering Americans to hate Arabs. Bud, as Godfather III showed us, no operation of such great magnitude is allowed unless the proper authorities give it their “blessing.” The depths of human stupidity never cease to amaze me. The pope and his cardinals openly wear Yamakas/Yarmulkes in public and most are busy arguing whether The Jews or The Vatican controls the world.

For the sake of argument, we’ll just use the phrase “priest class” and forget all the the petty wings of it commoners are given to think there’s actually any difference between rabbi[t]s, priests and mullahs. As Stygian Port once enlightened me, the former two (at least) have long kept packs of Temple Dogs, attractive young men who are there to service (i.e., take it up the ass) from the Holy Men.

Since ancient times, these dogs [named so because they spend a lot of time on all fours], would also use the earnings of their trade to finance the church/synagogue. Of note, “dogs” are among the few animals on this planet that will consume their own vomit.

Trying not to go off tangent, but just the other day, my friend Renée asked, “What function do those hats represent.” If I had to guess, it is because the normal route to possession, is through the crown chakra. I’m not suggesting a thin layer of cloth necessarily stops it, like cotton panties aren’t a barrier to rape, but represents a modicum of modesty. As a woman, you probably wouldn’t expose your snatch in front of a group of drunk horny men, so why expose your opening of sorts, when working with spirits yearning to invade and experience the material world? Why temp the spirits/rapists so brazenly (barring the occasional accidental tease/flash)?

One related Vatican sponsored movie, the heart-warming tale of a little boy who liked to dress like a little girl made it across my desk recently. The movie Bruno (2000) [aka The Dress Code] stunk to high-heaven of propaganda.

This manipulative gay-agenda serving little vehicle starring Shirley MacLaine and every major fat actress in the business willing to accept pork-loins for pay was beyond irritating. I’ll spare you all the g[l]ory details, but for now, share that, the star, little Brun-ette has his dream comes true at the end, and we see him in a hazy dream-like sequence, frolicking through a garden in his dress, skipping to the arms of the awaiting pope. “Not a dry eye in the house.” Are you fucking kidding me?

The above image [left] is one from the Mission at San Juan Capistrano in California. It was sent to me by my sister and her friend, after they visited and were wondering why most didn’t find the statue, at least somewhat disturbing. I think the juxtaposed shot from the movie, pretty much fills in all the blanks.

The priest class has long flaunted their pedophilic predilections to the dumbed-down masses, programmed from early age to disconnect sex and religion. Of note now, taking into account the Hollywood “dry eye” insider/biz slang in conjunction with the following stanza from “Pink Thing,” should open an eye or two:

“You make me want to laugh,
You make me want to cry,
So why is it I’m happy when there’s tears down in your eye?
Ooh, little pink thing.”

Back to [adult] Temple Dogs, I hope that no one has gathered the impression, that only black stars are subjugated to such treatment. If you start looking at the biggest [i.e., most stretched out] of the white Mega-Stars, you will see the same pattern repeating. Let us not forget that the guy now playing the “point man” for the Dan Brown disinformation series, the same guy that “earns” $20 million per picture, Mrs. Tom Hanks [¿shank?], had a very effeminate start to his career.

Hm! Career. Kah–Rear. “Kah” is the Egyption word for the spirit/soul [¿need I explain what a rear is?]. As I’ve speculated before, anal sex, somehow either short-circuits the chakra system, allowing a bleeding of life-energy from the sodeomee to the sodomite. More speculative, but sure to be resolved sooner or later (in my eyes at least), is that how the insertion of positive electromagnetic force [the penis] into the base of the chakra-system may temporarily disrupt the natural flow of the protective EMF, allowing for possession to take place via the “back door.”

Ever wonder why aliens are allegedly always probing the assholes of abductees? Trust me, they aren’t that curious as to what you had for dinner, and very likely didn’t spend their entire journey to Earth being degeneratively programmed by watching nothing but anally-themed pornography [all modern porn] and Sheisse videos. Some suggest, that said particular aliens, lacking souls themselves, are trying to locate the human soul. I have yet to figure that one out, but it’s safe to say they, unlike programmable humanity, don’t have some weird anal fetish.

As Stygian Port was also good enough to point out, in Stargate (1994), as the assembled team (hence, “aliens” wherever they were going) prepares to enter the stargate, what’s the first thing they say? “Send in the probe!” I also recall someone saying that American Idiot, oops I mean Idol, has a stargate sequence on stage and at the beginning of the show. So, I ask, does anyone in their right mind think the forces behind American Idol have the best intent for their audience in mind?

As I said once before, there are two potential results by entering the stargate, neither of them necessarily favorable to the ignorant. Also, how do we know that’s a stargate entrance and not an exit? The latter makes a little more sense, because, metaphorically, the show is taking a massive crap on the minds of its audience.

We’d be well reminded, the show is not so new. The same thing was done before, except the title was a little more honest back then: Star Search. No longer satisfied with pickings of the lemmings of inbreeding, and the derelict kids from broken homes, those who left home looking for fame and fortune, telling Mom and Dad, “I’m gonna be famous one day, just you wait!” [i.e., following the programming the television embedded them with, cause they “do what they want”]. The moguls of sodomy fanned out their search for fresh pink stars to probe and “consume.”

While I may have mixed “star searches” for the first of the above images, I chose the background cause, as you can see, someone took the time to draw a breast on the image of the obviously young girl. Have you got what it takes [to be a star]? Well, I don’t know. Why don’t you bend over for them and they’ll let you know.

Oh what an honest series of magazine covers. Yes, women have a rear “V” too, ending that stupid exchange of energy idea [a process that can take place during normal sexual intercourse], cause it does those old fucks no good. It doesn’t extend their life, so you gotta do a lot more than that to be a star, “Baby!”

Now, I’m not exactly sure why they tend to favor men over women, or better yet, boys over girls, but Brad Pitt is a big star now and the V cover does suggest his rear exit/entrance has been used a hell of a lot [“the biggest V ever”], and also hints at the process “Brad to the [on the reciving end of the] bone.” So, Adam Lambert’s been “liberated?” Is that what they call it these days? Again the snake reappears, as with Miss Jackson. Note the butterfly next to his “snatch;” aside from being symbolic of mind-control, it also speaks to the fluttering “lips” around the [front] female hole [in case any males have forgotten, it’s called a “vagina”].

Adam, the “little lamb,” is symbolically a woman [heck, not far from literally either]. But, now I’m wondering, considering the rewards granted to the runner-up of the last American Idol, what did the “winner” have to endure? Which brings us to Hale Berry [above, do enlarge]. You know the pride of black women everywhere, cause she took on that role of the poor black woman who couldn’t even afford to pay her rent [yet, somehow managed to maintain a $500/month white woman’s hair-do] until she was fortunate enough to encounter her converted racist savior Billy Bob Thornton (another overtly-effeminate “star”).

Perhaps Halle, guilt weighing heavily on her conscience during her “unveiling” ceremony, felt the need to confess the extra mile she went to get to where she is, kissing/licking many a pink star along the way. It may not add to one’s lifespan, but it does humiliate your star in the making, and feels pretty good to boot. It’s nothing a Disney Princess wouldn’t do as well [in the new world at least].

Speaking of, I seem to recall Berry played opposite another confirmed homosexual megastar, Bruce Willis in Perfect Stranger (2007). The movie was hard to sit trhrough, so I gave up on it, even though in the 10 minutes I saw, Bruce’s “screen icon” he used for internet chat was the all-seeing eye atop the pyramid. Top? Hehe! Bruce, like almost all big-name action stars, is most likely a bottom.

During the filming of Surrogates, tinsel town was abuzz with rumors of how Bruce got caught blowing a production assistant. Shirley, many a beer-swilling fan of macho action movies will have a hard time accepting his idols are poofers, but that’s been another long running joke [also discussed during Dark Knight interview]. Above, Bruce seems quite happy in the middle of a Gay German disco.

Which brings me to Chuck Norris, the gayest of the action stars [that’s hyperbole, hard to say who is the “gayest”]. Last time I brought Chuck up [hm, regurgitation], I received several argumentative hate mails from one of his fan[atics]. The funny part is as to “why.” They were upset that I said Chuck Norris was a Jew, and argued endlessly, that “Chuck is not Jewish!”

What f’n difference does it make? I got tired of arguing the obvious points of the article and his demands I “retract my statement.” The biggest hint that Chuck is a Jew? Well, he’s successful in Hollywood. As for Chuck being gay, a close friend having observed Chuckie on the party deck of a boat bound for Mykonos, shirtless and very touchy-feely with the gay revelers aboard, is enough for me. {*3} The “brainwashed” will never see.

Previously, I included an overtly suggestive Chuck Exercise Equipent Prom [gone], not just because Miss Norris advertised his own “macho” set of exercise equipment, but because I think many fail to understand that when I say the Medes, I refer to those who control the media. And when I say “the media,” I mean every aspect of it: film, television, print, pornography and advertisement.

For some reason, those properly brainwashed/indoctrinated via years of exposure can’t let go of this concept of “competition” [¡ha!] and “how supply is catered to meet demand.” Utter nonsense! The social engineering is being directed from high and every single outlet of media is steering the ship of society in that “direction.”

The “Shake Weight” was designed with one specific purpose in mind, subliminal implantation of homo-erotic ideas into the minds of guys who are already, even if unwittingly, on that path [male body/muscle obsession]. I’ve written at length about the gay agenda already [read here] and the reasons behind it.

Can anyone think of an [unrelated] “reason” why a “men’s magazine” [particularly, one like Maxim, allegedly aimed at heterosexual guys that “love pussy”] would have a “Gay & Lesbian” issue? Take a close look at the cover, there is a hell of a lot of revelation of the method taking place. Pop Quiz: In the above scene from The Simpsons, how many Saturnian references do you see? {*4}

Even though I mentioned him before, I would now like to take the time out to honor one of the Medes with the Celtic Rebel JAC Award. In the past week, he’s not only been trying to implant the gullible left-leaning intelligentsia [¡ha!] that the gay agenda is about homosexuals organizing and “taking up arms,” but promoting the H1N1 vaccine to the same fools by (a) boldly lying that it has been tested and is preventative, even (b) suggesting anyone who doesn’t take it, is a “FOX-viewing” conspiracy cook associated with Bill O’Reilley and Glenn Beck. Very slick!

Oh, before you get too exited Jonathan Stuart Leibowitz, the “JAC” is not yet another Jewish American Committee award. It’s something else. So sorry!

I’m rather frustrated, as I know several gay people who I’d describe as [somewhat] intelligent, but they, like all homosexuals across this country are presently being inFormed by the Medes they somehow don’t have “equal rights,” and they believe it! Which, is laughable, considering that gay men, in particular, tend to be in the highest income bracket and we have a bisexual president in office, who was preceded by one that was, in all likelihood, homosexual.

Heck, it would be hard to walk down the corridors of power in any corporation or country [not really that much difference between the two anymore] without finding more homosexuals than one could “shake” a proverbial stick at! They [the gays] are being used/manipulated/conned, just like all the heterosexual fools out there [I won’t use the media-fed term “straight,” which is, meant to be denigrating].

As I’ve been saying, for a while now, the “point route” from here [nature] to there [the future war] is through the woman’s anus; the object of an incredible amount of media-fed hype and obsession. The above image is from Giselle’s “V” spread [cover depicted earlier]. Note the lacings, the front/back switch suggesting the most useful manner of taking off her shorts leads to the rear entrance exit. The “world’s richest” supermodel last name is Bundchen: in Brasil, Gisele’s home, the ass [i.e., “bunda”], is arguably, the center-point of female sexuality.

Of interest, upon being asked about the “revealing photo,” she explained, “You do it for V.” Care to tell us who “V” is Gisele? The follow-up picture is from a related “Hercules” spread and features “half of the supermodel’s ex-boyfriends naked.” Holy fucking shit? Is that paradoxical poster of ludicrousness gonna start to make sense in the near future? Oh, man, we [humanity] are so fucked!

All I could find on the “men’s magazine” Hercules: “Launched in October 2006, Hercules is a refreshing publication that offers a different point of view, for a reader that knows how to appreciate the best things in life. tailored to man conscious of style, culture and the social life around him.”

Kind of wordy for a magazine featuring naked men, no? As for those who are already gay, whether by programming [I’d guess most at this stage of the game/agenda], or by nature, they’ve taken the Luciferean rainbow [that was given to them] and scream/yell as programmed, meanwhile pushing the state to more Orwellian control, while the average Joe/Betty, is afraid to speak out against the obvious homosexual programming of their children, lest they be “politically incorrect.” The engineers are smart. The pawns, on the other hand, far from it.

Seems like Star Trek makes into just about all of my posts lately, and with good reason[s]. For one, the above Dad[dy] Savage poster is about the gayest thing I’ve ever seen [in this case, not hyperbole]. So yea, another actor effeminated to get to the bottom of his profession. Also, Patrick the Steward, carries the name of King James, the “flaming prince” credited with rewriting/gutting/dumbing-down the Bible. Two, if one were to intersect the Gay Agenda I discuss, with Lenon Honor’s Borg Agenda, the synchromystic tool suggests they are, in fact, connected.

Coincidence Alert: In the Star Trek Universe, Captain Jean-Luc Picard, played by Patrick [starfish namesake] Steward [gay king namesake] was “assimilated” by the Borg. After the process, his [re]makers gave him the new name of “Locutus of Borg.” So, would that be as in “low cute ass” or “lil’ cute ass” ???

“Attention: Men of Earth! Resistance is futile! You will be assimilated!” Ass immolated? Hm, “flaming.” Everything brings us back to the Burning Ring, doesn’t it? Wasn’t the Terence & Philip movie in South Park called “Asses of Fire?”

The sister recently appraised me of a show called Californiacation. Viewing one episode was enough. This overt social engineering tool is definitely one of those programs the Wizards of Id have crafted for their amusement. The revelation of the method is so over-the-top, they surely laugh for hours at the sheep watching.

Said episode feature temple dogs Evan Handler [the incestuous pedophile from Sex in the Shitter], and David Duchovny [the FBI agent from the team of Skull & Murder, brought to you by psychological warfare operative Chris “mind-fuck” Carter]. The premise began with David and Evan whining about their domineering girlfriends, and drove the point “home” with a scene featuring Ducockny getting his ass beaten by one of the new breed of media-programmed aggressive females [him donning the pink gloves, and “acting” like a little girl during the fight].

The mind-fuck is the sex scene between Evan and David, disguised [to the sheep] as a “threesome” with a woman, whom to the alert eye, they drop enough hints, is not really there. Their “tryst” is interrupted by their girlfriends who walk in just in time to see Evan get a facial [disguised as a “squirt”], and are so disgusted, they leave. The men follow them out to try and “explain,” but end up deciding it was for the better, and walk home embracing. Oh, how subversively revelatory! {*5}

So, who’s the biggest of the “macho” lead males right now, taking on the role that countless boys dreamed of while they were growing up [that would be Marvel’s most popular character Wolverine]? Some time ago, someone sent my a video of Hugh Jackman Jackass wearing leopard print pants and singing show tunes, while straddling the piano like a diva [I think it was Brian from Elluminati, but lost it].

Well, how the fuck do you think he got the role? What do you honestly think took place at his “audition?” Jackman “tired of dealing with gay rumors,” yet same article continues: “In other news, Hugh left his mark in Hollywood just yesterday by having his hand and footprint cemented at the Grauman’s Chinese Theatre.” Oh, sweet irony. Again, the Medes have a common goal, a directive they must follow. They work in unison, not just to sell people useless products they don’t need [e.g., 6-blade razors], but to shape the personalities of future generations. {*6}

I’m starting to fall under the impression, that it all starts and ends with Oz. You know, that place “somewhere over the rainbow.” Seeing that the topic/movie, Australia/Oz, came up a lot in the discussion of my last article, I took the time to watch it and was [Shick™] Extremely disappointed, because Nicole Kidman didn’t live up to my expectations; failing to bare her delicious rear end [also located down under] even once. Yes, even for me, the programming can be hard to resist.

However, she was asked, by a child (hence, one not yet programmed to be blind), if she was “the rainbow serpent.” My thoughts on the movie are in the CR/SP Project, so more on that soon. I may also do a short video on some interrelated ideas [time permitting]. For now, I’ll just say that Zion, is an anagram for “In Oz.” Trust me though, it’s not someplace you wanna be. It is a prison. It is “Hell on Earth.”

I could go on endlessly, pointing out mega-star after super-star that took it up the ass to get to where he/she is going, but this article would last forever. If you want, play along, I encourage you to comment on your own findings below. Note: Arnold Schwarzenegger’s already been done [literally too]. The only reason the media is promoting his [scripted] strong anti-gay stance, is not that he “hates fags,” but most likely “hates” the process he endured before his star was allowed to rise.

It’s a safe assumption, that if anyone “earned” a pink star on the Walk of Shame, they didn’t do it based on “acting” talent. This was unveiled/exposed to me in regards to HBO’s “talent scouts” finding/spotting an amazingly talented young actor to star in True Blood. A rather popular [allegedly-hung] boy-toy of late, the “actor” known as Ewan McGregor may have unwittingly shared his acting “secret” recently [speaking to another agenda aimed at the dolts once called “men”].

There is something very odd about the prior picture of the Olsen Twins. Why are they both sitting on their heels, foot blocking anus? Hard to say if it’s an advertisement the duo is not available [the elites love twins], or a feeble plea to please leave them alone. Even the deaf aren’t spared.

Even our “perception” of what we experience is yet another area where we’ve been heavily brainwashed/indoctrinated. In all honesty, there are two types of actors we usually see: bad ones, and ones that are half-decent, cause in actuality, they are up the screen playing themselves. Yet, countless numbers of idiots sit around talking about “what an amazing job” some dickhead did playing himself in some stupid movie, and believe the pipe dream that those who got to the top are “good actors.”

If you want honesty, the Mede’s porno wing, again, is probably the best place to find it. Brought to you by Lucas Entertainment? WTF, Mr. Hardly? The Medes usually lie, but synchronicity rarely ever. The above three images, taken as a wHole, speak volumes about everything I’ve been discussing herein. There’s that 22 again (the pyramid of butt-flesh), coincidentally, the room number of the two-programmed beer-swilling dolts, who confronted Homer Simpson in the earlier scene.

I also ran out of time space to properly contemplate the effect of the life-force drain on individuals over time. Linsay Lohan, Brooke Hogan [the one with the anally obsessed father savage daddy], and Britney Spears come to mind, all looking 30 by the time they turned 20. Perhaps, that’s one reason some of the overused cubs are put to sleep before they get too old [Ledger, etc.]. Yes, I know, it’s somewhat speculative. Still, the promotion of memes like “12 is the new 20,” aside from programming some 2012 hysteria, probably help cover up something increasing hormones, combined with decreasing morals, still don’t quite account for.

The reason I found the “priceless” Bruno movie I mentioned, is cause I was flipping through the channels, and thought it was Sacha Baron Cohen’s latest. And how come the name “Bruno” is always coming up gay? So, let me get this straight Attitude Magazine? The same gay Jew, somehow put out the “most homophobic movie ever made,” and the “most antisemetic film,” Borat, as well. That poor self-loathing boy must be a total mess. 🙄 But, in all honesty, his name suggests he’s just following the agenda-serving script. Has the Temple Dog become a Priest?

I do try to hold out hope that humanity will wake from their lingering slumber, but in all honesty, find little to suggest they may. A safe bet: the average heterosexual male will probably not ever figure out what happened to them, not even after they find themselves face-down on all fours, with a cock up their ass.

To those I’ve somehow enlightened on a process that should now seem transparent, feel free to comment or share this as appropriate. Those who now feel the compulsion [itch] to call me a few names, cause the automatic subroutine implanted in your head is telling you to, please spare yourself the time of responding, and me the aggravation of having to delete it. I’ve talked to the Borg Collective once, and am disinclined from doing so again.

That’s all folks! That’s “the end!”

 

A Couple of Arbitrary Celtic Rebel Posts on Related or Similar Subject Matter
Feb 2009: Sunday Night in the Foxhole	Apr 2010: Boy Toys of the Gaylites

 

*1: I can’t find that original video, just different segments of it. Here’s substitute, which while I may differ with author on a few points, makes some damn good ones. [LB]

*2: The song is by Andy Partridge of XTC. On a humorous side note, a friend’s old attractive opinionated, yet no so bright girlfriend, used to argue with me endlessly that “pink thing” was about Partridge’s new “baby.” 🙄 [LB]

*3: As came up during a discussion point following my last post, mainstream story comments are usually full of idiot-regurgitating nonsense some call “opinions.” One such place is Yahoo Answers, where one can ask any question, such as “Is Chuck Norris gay?” What follows: countless responses from idiot after idiot, most [attempting to] answer a question he didn’t even ask. [LB]

*4: Answer: there are three. One on each t-shirt and one on the door. Finally, I, to my satisfaction, have figured out why I keep seeing the number 17 appear over and over. It is a coded Saturnian sygil. [LB]

*5: The show, er programming exercise, is named “The Devil’s Threesome.” There’s another episode I’ve been meaning to see, that someone else summarizes below:

“Within seconds, the writer socially combusts and interjects delightful non sequiturs like “Little girls with pretty boxes” and “Have you ever spent time with an eleven year old boy and wanted more than he was willing to give?” as guests attempt to enjoy their sweet potatoes and polite conversation.”

The above, lends weight to my postulation the Medes control what is and isn’t “politically correct” [only things that serve the present agenda]. I’m sure were the same script to have included an anti-gay comment, the reviewer would not have used the word “delightful” in his, ahem, “opinion.” [LB]

*6: Probably more meriting of a write-up, instead of a footnote, is how the NFL, is yet another controlled media wing. Note how their stables of slaves are used to hype up every anti-freedom agenda there is. Plaxico Buress for civilian disarmament. Larry Johnson for free-speech reduction. Tom Brady for Gisele’s fine Bundchen?

I guess some will take issue for my using the term slaves to describe these modern-day gladiators, who like those of Roman times, are idolized, sexually sought after and well-paid. But, unlike their historical counterparts, are they free? Well, if a condition of your contract, is that you have no say so, and have no control over what slut or pervert with a press pass [something “anyone” can obtain] can come and watch you paraded naked before them, you are a slave. “Dignity,” is beyond reach of your measly millions. [LB]

~ by celticrebel on November 3, 2009.