My Dinner with Stygian Port [4]

As some may have noticed, I took some time off after my last post, to where I wasn’t even monitoring/approving the comments for a while. Actually, I even disconnected from all forms of media. The realization that we, mankind are looking for “the truth,” while most of us still haven’t figured out how to wipe our own ass properly was a bit, um, depressing, to say the least. Heck, this “genius,” had I not had the luxury of traveling extensively, may have still not figured it out.

In all honesty, the direction my last few posts took was the correct one. There is more “truth” in the daily “truth movement” expunged from my bowels than there is in all of the alternative and mainstream media. But, as I keep repeating, most in search of “the truth” will never come to this realization, and never look within, instead perpetually focusing on the latest round of herOes and Villains.

But, now have a major [and now somewhat contradictory] announcement to make, you’re about to start getting a lot more of, and not less of The Celtic Rebel. Starting this coming Sunday, February 14th, a day most fools refer to as Valentine’s Day, I will be doing a live weekly show on Oracle Broadcasting. I gather, for those who’ve been following my blog, I need not announce what the topic will be? {#1}

In the meantime, I [finally] edited together a marathon podcast Stygian Port and I did back in November. I think it’s a damn good one, if not the best yet:

As usual, Stygian Port will be posting “in stereo” on his site (false rumors had it that he’d have more to add). You can download the file, and later listen to it on your “portable entertainment center” [assuming you live on Respectable Street].

If you’ve heard the podcast, then I need not explain the significance of the above pictures of Noah Cyrus and her programmed lesbian playmate Emily Grace Reeves Mellencamp Itchibumganwe. The word “twist” means exactly what you think it means and if you would care to do “the twist” with the above pair, contact Disney Corporation, and be prepared to shell out some serious money. If you’re gonna request the song “Twist and Shout,” it’s gonna cost extra [services implicitly suggested in above photos are included].

In the meantime, a story has been making the rounds of both the alternative and mainstream media about a [possibly] nonexistent lingerie line from Noah. I feel such a story, was planted to distract, discredit and test the waters.

Here’s a hint: it was put out via mainstream channels and in lieu of promotional pictures of said [and alleged] lingerie line, it features the same (yet unrelated) salacious pictures of the merchandise (Emily/Noah) that those in the alternative stream (such as myself) had long since posted. And, as my sister said, “Noah wearing lingerie would be a step-up from what we’ve seen her paraded about in.”

Need I remind you, as whoever put Zardoz together did, that “the mother fucker that’s pointing a gun at you” is your enemy? I’ve started watching the original Prisoner series and have to add the [discussed] Jack-in-the- Box theme music plays frequently. Probably something to the “jack” in the dumbed-down Tarot of royalty, vaginas, butt-sex, prison bars and phalli/tools of oppression the mAsses are familiar with too [the sweets/suites mentioned on a few occasions before].

Also worth a mention is how Sean Connery, in the above scene, looks right out of his role as the immortal in Highlander. You may also recall, that in a prior podcast, we joked how Connery represents the physical manifestation of our future self in the mirror, men and women alike [and, per one “lalan,” the 30 year old version of this new crop of overstimulated hypersexual manically-materialistic 12 year olds].

As suggested [and supported] in said podcast her statement may not be such a reach, there is an undeniable physical toll those adjectives all take [accelerated aging]. Logan’s Run, another film from that era (1976), may no longer be so “futuristic.” Thus, kind of strange that in the presented [fictional] chart of evolution … Sean is also used to suggest our past too. Beyond coincidence no?

The lexicon tells us that REVOLUTION is equal to EVOLUTION plus R. Expanding on that, the R is the “beast” resonant Connery in this case. R [18] as I’ve pointed out before, breaks down into 666, and also the circle [i.e., three sixes aka 36(0) degrees], hence the “hole,” and that Evolution, much like Revolution, is surely cyclical. Hence, it’s a good thing [as said in this podcast] that Sean can still get an erection [and complete the circle] … cause we’re surely due to get fucked … hard.

This joke is not so funny anymore. In “the new light” [¿or shade?] of revelation, seeing the vortexy image above, have to wonder what the blood represents? Did that bastard just butt-rape us before we managed to shoot/shit him?

PS: While speaking of WoodCock, I forgot to bring up Things to Do in Denver When You’re Dead (1995). In the movie, people are condemned to get executed by being “shot up the ass,” which the film stresses is not only very painful, but also takes a long time to die. Which, even a basic understanding of physics and biology suggests is BULLSHIT. The film was an “insider” joke for some hOlyWOOD butt-sex ritual.

Reminds me of another old joke, who’s punchline is “Rectum? I nearly killed him!” Perhaps we can take some slight comfort knowing that our rapist was not excluded from the process known as “star-making.” Those in doubt, are obviously not in possession of the subsequent special autographed image from the manly one.

Yes, I was wrong about the actress. It’s not Faye Dunaway, it’s Charlotte Rampling. I may have also lied about my inclinations. On second thought, I’d probably do her. Well, would have done her (keep in mind she’s 40 years older now).

Even though Sean Connery’s not getting turned on by two mud covered bottoms, it’d be safe to surmise that’s because asses covered in brown substance were not promoted to him as desirable. He may have responded differently in this day and age, having grown up indoctrinated by heart-warming films like She’s All That:

What a lovely “boy meets girl” moment! And I know there are a whole bunch of mental invalids out there who are still convinced programmed to believe this societal fascination is instead, peculiar to myself. I really could care less what such people might think. Their need to deny the obvious is deeply ingrained.

Heck, even my “anally fixated” mind missed the not-so-subtle intro of the main character getting out of her dad’s oddly named truck [below left]. Yep, it’s just me. Move along folks, nothing to see here. Please disregard those x-boxes Zackie!

Now, where the rubber meets the road, or I guess, in this case, where the shit hits the fan, is when you start connecting all the dots and see that behind the methodically precise manner of control, the truth is put before us. This ad pretty much is as honest a one as you will find (thanks to Daniel Peter Skipp for sending):

If the numerology is lost on you, then you need to go back and read this. The Faye Dunaway movie I mentioined is worth a look (it came up long ago too). Below, is the [discussed] intro scene which pretty much tells you right up front [for those with eyes to see] that she’s got multiple [controlled] personalities.

Neglected mention in the podcast, is how most who watch this movie, will never realize that “the killer” is actually her, one of the “I’s” of Laura Mars (in another life, I didn’t). So, even back in the 70’s, substories were taking place in cinema.

For what it’s worth Happiness can basically be broken down into two words: “Ha!” and “Penis.” Mathematically speaking, that would be 81 (9/11, sans repetition) + 63 [hence, either 666 or 1 depending on how you look at it]. Adding them together gives you 144, which is the number used via both Mayan and Christian doctrines to suggest how many thousands of mankind will survive the chaos [or evolve beyond it]. What that means, I have no fucking idea.

And yes, the Beatles sang of “Revolution” as well did they not? “Give fools their symbols and the rest takes care of itself.” You can quote me on that! 👿 No need for busy hands to manipulate the gears of the system. The gullible are the proverbial “Army of Darkness.”

Which reminds me, I neglected to mention there was this weird thing going on in the season finale of Larry David [one after the pedophilic exploration), where he kept asking people why they don’t “love the wood.” That reconnects us to the above and perhaps the whole idea of the “pink spray” (during dinner said girl was wearing pink), the gun used to inseminate JFK’s brain [a Man-Licker Carca(ss)No], and how this podcast was recorded on the anniversary [11/22] of the day the king was killed (note the painting Laney is introduced with in the “Dr. Poo” scene).

Speaking of that fuckhead, his show is a virtual panopticon of derelicts and shit-suckers. The oft-mentioned Ben Stiller was a regular, and so was Jew Sweetheart Mary Steenburgen, the star of pedophilic promotion comedy Back to the Future III.

Yes, I’ve got a penchant for using strong words. But as one reader, Sean, recently reMinded me [via below vid], I’m not far off target. The pedophiles [a word which literally translates into “effeminate friends of children”] swim in small circles:

It also occurred to me that on the LMFD/Seinfeld finale, the “black guy” who “wronged” Michael Richards (Kramer) was guilty of pretending to be Jewish. While looking up info on the [mentioned] book about the injustices of racism that blacks and jews had to endure, I came across this hilarious quote: “As a Jew, I naturally have no tolerance in my heart for racial prejudice.” I have a hard time believing that this person actually managed to keep a straight face while saying it. {*2}

Which reminds me, I forgot to mention how many dumb cunts gave money to wikipedia during their last marathon (millions). I was about to link their page on Bronxville, and am laughing myself now, as it has been completely overhauled and changed [as facetiously suggested in the podcast]. “Someone” is indeed listening.

Perhaps the lads from Norway would have called the #2 hole the #1 hole had they seen the above pic of Katy Perry (thanks to annemarie for sending). What the fuck is up with that? Like I’ve been saying, there is a very copious amount of weird energy being directed towards that orifice. Perhaps, people will need anus lips to eat the new chocolate anus candies (credits to yet another alex)?

Not accidental: the words “KaKa Club” appearing to Katy’s left, or the last image [above right], where Kary reminds prospective clients whom are not yet anally fixated that her other [w]holes are all wide open too [and available]. I can’t claim an ability to predict the future [well, at least beyond a few moves on the intergalactic chessboard], but whether you like it or not, the butthole seems to yield all sorts of answers as to what’s coming. It’s not jsut a “random” roll of the dice.

I know some, if not many, are turned off by my language (herein and in podcast), and I will no longer be apologetic for it. The words I have selected are the most appropriate for dealing with the subject matter. Frankly, the more I look at the state of the human race right now, the more disgusted I become.

I have this weird feeling that far too many of those who complain about the anal references would sooner lick the crusty feces remnants leftover on an anus rather than spend mental energy focusing on the thoughts raised by mentally exploring the region. Oh, in case you elected not to read my last post, you’ll find such remnants on pretty much every American, and any other country on this planet which has been modernized/westernized/americanized to forget how to clean themselves.

I had actually written about circumcision before and I think we did a real good job covering the topic in the podcast. The only thing I neglected to mention was yet another argument where religious justification falls apart, about “God making man in his own image.” Don’t recall an “except for” in the passage.

It really is amazing how people can have really strong opinions about something they know jack-shit about, based solely on societal mores, which, in this day and age, are really nothing more than software instructions driven into the [artificially intelligent] human brain by the media. Specifically what the included convo above is doing, while also crafted to resonate both a Double-V (66) and [mental] handcuffs.

The scene is from Jennifer’s Body, by far the best movie of 2009. If you haven’t seen it, do (and then read all about it). After the girls finish programming the receptive idiot mind (the audience), Megan methodically fellates her cigarette. Here’s one article about the webbed/trapped/micro-penis syndrome for those whose ego is not so attached to their programming they can’t look past themselves.

Speaking of such people (i.e., I’ve settled on the term “sea monkeys”) … if you run into anyone who says “as you get older, time moves faster,” pelase feel free to kick them in the balls. Slapping them is fruitless as there’s obviously not a single fucking [useful] brain cell left above their waist.

Moving on to other parts of the anatomy, here’s that scene from Teeth (2007), the discussed movie featuring a, stop the presses, “girl who has a vagina.” 😉

Re-telling an old joke in the new light: A girl goes to her first proctologist exam and bends over. From his end, the proctologist says: “Damn you’ve got a large anus. Damn you’ve got a large anus.” She says, “You think I don’t know that already? For Christ’s sake, you didn’t have to say it twice!” And he says, “I didn’t. I didn’t.”

You think I’m kidding? I recently saw a “prime time” promo for the new “guy” show on Spike TV, Blue Mountain State where some Hispanic girl turns to a jock and says, “You know why they call me Dirty Sanchez?” For those whose mind is semi-pristine: defined. Sorry to have contributed to the pollution of your mind, but even my own was apparently too pure to contemplate that the “pink sock” may become blasé long before dog sex becomes the norm. I give you the option of not seeing the following.

As for the “severed penis” trend, you can read about that in my write-up of that twisted cock-sucker Quentin Tarantino. It also features a cameo by androgyny [i.e., end of the species] poster-child Ellen Page, who may be making a reappearance come Vagina Day, the next “Holey” Day you’ll be hearing from me on.

The English language, once crafted specifically for the purpose of putting us in our present state of discombobulation, doesn’t lie [per Dennis Fetcho at Illuminatus observer, the tongue was crafted by Benedictine Monks]. Her “O” is just what I said and you [most likely] now think it is. Odd then, the O in the show promo above is a black hole, no? {*3}

I tried watching The 4th Kind, but couldn’t make it through more than a few minutes (boredom and annoyance). Yet, long enough to grab this [otherwise unexplainable] supporting shot from it [below left]. The advert for discussed liquor pretty much wraps it up; showing us the couple joining up inside her “O,” along with a little Oz/Hell resonance, and how the V and the O are intimately connected.

Back to willing ignorance for a second, you’d be surprised how many people at my local bar just could not see [or, didn’t want to] what’s actually being said by the below [left] Corona poster. My frustration led to my tearing it down off the wall and scanning it. You’re welcome! The following image, is the discussed closing scene from The Taking of Pelham 123 (2009) which strongly suggests the grid/cage surrounding us, reSyncing us to both the South Park image and that of [¿hero in the making?] Jesse Ventura [in many ways].

Oddly, just before the shot, Denzel had to wait for the “O” train to pass. The movie is full of numerology and symbolism, and though I could expand endlessly on it, you really don’t need us to decipher all these movies for you. If anyone opts to explore it, look for the overt, consistent, yet somewhat codified homosexual storyline.

And yes, not stressed enough, the “goobacks” episode of South Park (previously covered) featuring the “back taco” stargate exit, was also the one where the men were piled on top of each other twisting away the future of mankind.

Upon review I noted instead of saying linking the black taco, I said “licking the black taco” … epic Freudean slip there. 🙂 And then later, Jeremy mistakenly says “We are change,” in lieu of “Yes we can” … which forces one to wonder too.

Come to think of it, and I know most reading this would rather not hear it, but most cattle in the West aren’t given a colonic before they are slaughtered, so the stuffing inside Taco Bell’s “black taco,” as well as most meat-based foods that make it on the average plate, do contain a generous helping of feces.

Alas, we get back to “ground round” and the area which led to my overuse of the word “spooky” in the podcast. Above, are a set of pics of Wanted’s Lucy-resonant Angel. That’s her ass (per movie) and her posing in a place where it might make a deposit. The last, is one of those pics which just makes you go “what?”

The related movie [about human’s being “ground up”] is Prime Cut (1972) (oddly, also from same time frame of focus). Aferissmoon wrote up some observations in his blog. I contemplated delving into it myself, but the name Mary Ann in relation to that city makes me take a massive step back. The synchronistic knife is cutting far too close to the bone. {*4} So sorry Lucy.

As for the rest of “us:” Chicago. The slaughterhouse. Grinding. Meat. Feces. Lucifer. 666. Wanted. The Lord of the Flies. Prince. Darling Nikki. The Castle. Flesh. Death. Sausages. Carnage. Old Nick. What more needs be said? Really.

The above pic, for the unfamiliar, is actually from The Dark Knight. Keep in mind in the film Prime Cut, the cattle were treated very similarly to the way humans are treated, even getting vaccinated. So, form your own opinions.

I apologize for the Brazilian song included by one Kelly Key, the Brazilian Britney Spears, in relation to messages from Lucy. There were undoubtedly, far better songs I could have chosen. But, Lucy sent her minion Brittney to me one night, so I figured it was appropriate. “Do meu jeito,” by the way, translates to “of my way,” but it would seem she’s promoting her hole if anything below. Yes, I know, 11:11.

There’s much more in this shitpile, and it would seem that in the Joker’s recent Imaginarium de Parnasus, the devil’s name was the most obvious choice … Nick. Back to the realm of the “spooky,” editing the Darling Nikki song, the ending even forms a weird devilish horns and a tail whisp at the end, something else I’d yet to see since I’ve been working with audio-editing software (a long time).

There was a segment of some length called We Get Hate Mail, were I took the time to address some of the otherwise unprintable comments I regularly receive (you’d be surprised, or not, at the volume of “hate mail” I receive). But, upon review, the segment, while funny, just came off as kind of mean. I realize now that nothing good can come out of me beating the crap out of mental invalids.

As I said in the podcast, I’m done with violence, and that includes the metaphoric battle of wits with unarmed people. Hence, a few dumb cunts have been granted a pass to revel in their ignorance, namely [your 15 secs here] [#1 Rush Fan Tom “Mix-a-Lot” Sawyer from Maryland and Breeder of Whores Happy NonSmoker from the Fiery Abyss. However, I will entreat you readers to one [unedited] gem of late:

Donna Finnegn of Palm Springs California writes: “leave people alone mother fucker and animals of gods planet leave pople alone that do not belive in your attempt to get a blow job form satan just look hard out your window after doing your natural thing of drugs and porn die die die aids aids and dont blame americans nor animals of mamas farting you the wet fuck out!!”

You see my point? I will close instead, on a lighter note, with the below “chance” images which turned up while I was digging around the net for images to use on the last post about Seventeen magazine. Have some fun with interpreting the covers (they are chock-full of intentional double-entrendes and coded truths).

Yes, the phrases “JB opens up,” and “love behind the scenes” imply exactly what you’d suspect after having listened to this. Honestly, I have to wonder if there’s actually a single sane person on this planet who would still think [i.e., regurgitate their I/O programming] that the magazine was called “Twist” due to happenstance?

Far more disturbing than the subsurface, to me, is how many kids that the surface stories (the ones many are conditioned to think is “harmless”) are aimed at, actually care/obsess about such things. Because, if they do, it means it’s too late for them, cause they are already “dead.”

 

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*1: Furthermore, this Friday night from 10 PM to 1 AM [Eastern], I will be a guest on Lee Rogers show on Oracle for the full duration [now available]. Lee’s the persistent bastard that dragged me back in, just when I thought I was out. Hence, my own show which will be on EVERY Sunday from 11 PM until 2:00 AM [Eastern]. That will be continuing until either I get tired of doing it, or they get rid of me. [LB]

*2: Judaism is a religion whose congregation is determined by what womb they come out of, and Israel, is the one country on this planet, where skin color, more than any other factor, determines one’s social standing. I’m not saying Jews are evil or malicious, but to say they are “not” racist is asinine. Now, were I Jewish, I’d be pissed off at how, anyone with their eyes partially open is exposed to two infuriating stereotypes.

On one hand, Hollywood consists of the most lecherous and morally bankrupt people you’ll find on this planet, hence the Jews we see daily are the worst of the bunch. On the other, you have the religiously brainwashed nutjobs who they brought to Israel to carry out the methodical program of ethnic cleansing against the Semites of the region. The silent majority, like most of us, are just dupes and morons [useful unwitting servants/victims]. [LB]

*3: Lee sent me the Danica Patrick Super Bowl Ad. To sum it up, when the girl tells Danica that she’s “tight,” she is behind her. My slant? Check out the frame, the black hole behind her with stars in it [implied stargate], the penis candle layout, suggested roasting/grilling of flesh. So, which “hole” do you think they’re talking about? [LB]

*4: As mentioned before, it’s very very strange how so many synchs to this “spooky” topic/theme via Chi[t]cagO reconnect to me. Earth to Moonbase: are you amused? [LB]

~ by celticrebel on February 8, 2010.