My Dinner with Stygian Port [1]

This will/may be the last of the Chaos mix, by that meaning the Dinner with/of Andros series released in such fashion. Perhaps the next few will be released with some semblance of order. Then again, recalling my own words, perhaps not. 😉

Here’s the downloadable file. As usual, Stygian Port has released this “in stereo.” I was a bit angry at humanity when this was recorded, so deal with it.

The whorification, degradation, and discombobulation of womankind comes up early and often in this one. Some may find the below spoof to be much more honest than the crap entertainment Girls Gone Wild puts out. Any following me [or who leave the house on occasion] should know full well by now that there is little difference between dead and undead [well, on occasion, they smell somewhat different]:

Stygian Port: “Theres seems to be some kind of post-apocalyptic sausage-fest theme going on.” Oh, yes, in more ways than you/we could imagine. Whether it’s man on man boy, or the “regular” [i.e., “normal”] kind, it’s agendarific ™.

We’ll revisit the [hot dog] topic as it relates to death, carnage and Shitcago over an upcoming “dinner.” As expressed in podcast, the programmed/promoted female oral fixation, was a critical step leading to the doubly-suggestive image below:

In a related matter, some relevant clips from “Relax,” by Frankie Goes to Hollywood made it in to the audio. Until the jukebox [in my skull] kicked in, I had forgotten it [the song], and now, with eyes open, realize it, like Michael Jackson’s “Beat It” [which Lenon Cover explains], is about a male homosexual orgy game.

Wonder how many dumb cunts danced to it unawares back during its “chance” release/assault on the public? The below image of the man-servant in the five-pointed star [anus], holding his cock in one hand, hoisting the derelict “crown” with the other, tells you exactly why this “boy band” was so heavily promoted.

This podcast was recorded on October 11th, shortly after I put out my Bring Out Your Dead post and Stygian had released his [unrelated] Land of the Dead. The clip/discussion [about being an individual] referred to can be found in the former.

The above South Park episode not only ties in to the referred Bring Out Your Dead post, but the last post and, I guess, the one about Seventeen Magazine, which will probably be next. Yea, I know Rollerball is long overdue, as is some positive energy, but my memory is rusty and my barely legible notes make little sense now.

Sayeth the jukebox: “They keep calling me. Keep on calling me.” Thy will be done. In the interim, discussed incest-suggestive screen shots from The Simspsons:

They are from the “Duffless” episode from the 1993 season. Note the very specific range/cycle of faces/emotions on Lisa [the sister]. Unless you are one completely daft bastard, it’s ubiquitously clear they were drawn/put in with intent.

Hence, kudos to Videodactyl for his video [no longer available on youtube], honesty and motivation; the viewing of which led to my discovering the depravity detailed. At one point in the video, the author said, “I’m a little gay, too. I love wearing high heels while hearing Tina Turner.” To sum it up folks, when Tranies start to complain the gay agenda has gone too far, the gay agenda has gone too far!

They definitely got the requisite number of butt/anus shots in for Gamer (2009), and tossed in a few more just in case [no, i have not included all of them]. I had forgotten, the movie also specifically addressed our discussion in regards to how yet another layer of disconnectedness, may lead to to rampant rape becoming morally acceptable. As a matter of fact, one character’s name was Rick Rape, and he was about to make sweet love to [“rape”] the back side of the waiting girl above [center] before he was “taken out of the game” [¿a future euphemism for “killed”?].

If you’ll recall in my Social Engineering podcast, I mentioned how wackipedia said that “thanks to social engineering,” people have been discouraged from “raping,” which is utter fucking bullshit. People need to be socially engineered to rape.

The characters being raped, are in fact real people, but in the scenario presented, the person being controlled, is “raped” regardless of whether their controller permits it [consent] or reists [rape]. I feel the Society game is meant to be taken philosophically, as in today’s “real/reel” world, the same scenario is taking place. Can a woman who’s mind is being controlled by the media actually give “consent?”

Above, is the character set-up screen, where the person you control puts on the clothes you select. Of course, the task of outfit selection would be near impossible, unless the all-important question, “How inviting will my anus look in this getup,” could be approximated. PS: I know you guys up on the moon base are probably having a good laugh over the “chance” name of the perfect woman.

Both of the near-simultaneously released movies, by chance, featured a hot chick being controlled by a fat dude. The images starting with above left, leading to below right, are in sequence. Yes, the fat dude is the one controlling the woman being felt up [handled]. Interesting necklace, no? Again, the bloody derelict crown.

As discussed, Surrogates (2009) is slightly different, as [almost] everyone is controlling a robot and not a real person. Real people, however, are directly connected to the robots that they control, hence one feels the physical sensations that one’s robot/android would “feel” as it is out living your life. Again, coincidentally, it paints the scenario where a guy [possibly you] has just scored a babe and is getting intimate.

But, now that takes on a different “twist.” Is he checking her temperature? Looks like it. Out of curiosity, what temperature range should a robot run at optimally?

Thus, the person “feeling” your finger up his/her ass, is the fat dude below [left]. Surrogates also features the discussed football promo, pictured below [right].

Which brings us to John Elway. Had I found the appropriate shots, I’d have made the image: “Hi! I’m John Elway, and when I’m not rubbing my hands up against another man’s rectum, there’s nothing I enjoy more than having my own hole probed by strangers, just to protect your dumb-ass from imaginary terrorists.”

Is it that much of “a reach?” The GayNeFeL came up before and Elway’s promo makes me wonder whether the phrase “The Drive” [John”s most-heralded moment], means something else entirely to John-Boy personally. Harsh? Perhaps, he is just really stupid or was in dire need of the money? Go fuck yourself Johnny!!

Back to Zombies, here are those two mentioned shots from Dead Set (2008). By the way, I highly recommend the series; it’s fairly well done and quite revelant. By chance, the screen capture [right] shows digital artifacts, hence due to either poor-planning or limited set resources, the “G” had to be added in post-production.

The mentioned scene of the freshly-dead guy being “prepared,” undoubtedly was also intentional. As the guy carving off a few bits of flesh off here and there looks at the fingers, he wonders, “Do you really think they’ll even trouble themselves for these bits?” Think about “Buffalo Wings,” a popular restaurant/bar “meal” choice in the United fat States of America. {*1}

Have you ever seen how people order mass quantities of them, and the trouble they go through (and mess they make) in order to nibble every tiny bit of flesh off the bones? To Answer his Question: “Yes. Zombies will go through the trouble.”

At one point, Stygian asked about getting us away from the red blue dichotomy [building/finding Tanerlorn], while I have no answer for that, yet, I found this extremely bizarre shot [above right] from Gamer. Note the Blue Heart/Red Heart. Front door/back door? Who knows, but rebellion is [a big part of] the answer.

I gather material related to the above image was probably not what followers of either of our blogs were expecting, but IMO, some “good stuff” came out of it. Here’s the link to Judy Wood’s page (lots of interesting “stuff” there). Perhaps, my intitial dismisal of said researcher was cause her voice reminds me of Sunny and Bunny, an infernal duo of “yenta” overlords from a job I held as a teenager?

I’ve since happened to catch part of the 911 segment of the highly suspect Jesse Ventura’s “Conspiracy Theory” show on the sorely misnamed “True TV” channel. My suspicions were confirmed by the closing shot [above left]. Note his hands, his supplicant posture and his placement within the pyramid. Is he letting TPTB know his show is “on the level,” or pleading for admittance into the higher degrees?

Even had I not seen someone from South Park in the exact same spot/position [see From Lucy Fur to Looser Change], my summation as to whether the show was disinfo or not, would have been the same. {*2} Yet, it is remarkable, how deeply the synchromystic knife, when wielded properly, can cut right through the bullshit.

Aside from the placement there’s the significant 3C/33 sign that “somehow” made it into the shot. Beyond that [technically, in front of that is the Road Closed sign]. For that which lies beyond the 33rd degree [on multiple levels] seems inaccessible. Could that be because of the grid? Speaking of, here’s one shot of the “human sanctuary” from Surrogates, note the double-grid [¿fractal fence?] gateway, which while allegedly keeps non-humans out, does keep those pesky humans safely “in.”

Note: the above is not the actual bulletin board from my fraternity. 😆 I was to recently hear from one of my few close friends from those days, Mark, and hence was reminded of something he once said as we watched the below gaggle of females pass: “Pink Clad Lesbian Whores from Hell.” Wrong, yet amusing.

However, he may have been ahead of his time. Since then, the media has made most of them [women] whores. At least half of them actually do think they are lesbian now. He’d have been scarily prescient had he added the phrase “fat” to it. Alas, the “from hell” part is right on the money, as the dehumanization agenda will give that perception. Yet those who fail to figure out a way to board the arc, will soon realize the reason they are “from hell,” is because that’s where we live.

The above are from the discussed Dead Set, and seem relevant to the very points raised in this podcast. They’re from the alleged audience outside the fabulously popular Big Brother house/set. How many [wo]men do have their own minds?

I’m a blond bimbo girl, in the fantasy world
Dress me up, make it tight, I’m your dolly

Make me walk, make me talk, do whatever you please
I can act like a star, I can beg on my knees

I had already used clips from “Barbie Girl” in another podcast, but the lyrics do sync extremely well to the vision presented by Surrogates, and frighteningly well to that from Gamer’s “society.” Metaphorically, however, they speak directly in regards to this degenerate collective of creatures presently masquerading themselves as womankind. In other words, “they” are doing exactly what “THEY” want. {*3}

The closing ones that follow are from said “futuristic world” as presented by Gamer. Note the “screen names” chosen by the girls within (representatives of your average girl, those one notch above the poor “sluts” who have little choice but to take the implant and let themselves be “played”). Is it really that futuristic?

Oddly enough, just last night, I was out and entreated to some women flashing her boobs to the bar’s security camera. For what it’s worth, they were quite nice. Until next time….

 

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*1: Not included in this podcast (due to recorder expiring), was a story I relayed to Stygian Port about 3 Girls who had allegedly just polished off a bunch of wings. It’s pretty funny and relevant to several points made within. Remind me next time we meet over a pint. [LB]

*2: On the same show, Jesse’s sought out the “heavily-gaurded” and “top-secret” place at JFK Airport, where steel girders from the towers are kept. That would be Tower Air’s hangar #17. Conveniently, they are located behind an open door, viewable from the only window into the building, from where Jesse’s crew filmed them. Man, I nearly pissed myself. [LB]

*3: Worth a giggle, just a couple of days ago, per my site stats, someone googled “celtic rebel is a sexist” to find my site. I’ve heard that criticism before from many an idiot who’s been programmed to think exactly that. I guess I’m a relic, as in the future world, walking around with a lava-lamp shoved up one’s vagina will be a form of ahem, “self-expression,” but suggesting that it’s somehow wrong or self-destructive, will get one tossed into a reeducation camp for “sexists.” My gawd, google is not your friend. [LB]

~ by celticrebel on December 17, 2009.