Romance Is Dead [1 & 2]

“Hey whore! Hey whore! You don’t have to be a whore anymore! Jesus is here!”

Alas, got around to a long overdue topic, subtitled “Why your socially-engineered love life sucks ass [in some cases, quite literally].” For those curious, Shelly still hasn’t offered up her hymen to the above persona. This show comes in Two Parts: Part I is available/playable below [d/l free copy]; Part II is located further down:

The opening words, while extreme, are from Lords of Acid, the closing of which, aside from giving me the opportunity to use the show opening apropo image yet again, sync us back to the extreme dialectic awaiting women who no longer want to be a “whore” gear in the machine of human degeneration (that extreme end touched on last show). Per Morpheus and the Medes, you are free to be a whore, or a nun, but God forbid, you should strive for that middle ground called “woman.”

Did I really say “I’m going to try and keep this apolitical?” Ha! Rosie the Rivet[ing] Scarlett Harlot, yet another American Eye-Con knocked off her perch into the shit where she belongs. “Into the mud scum queen!” [¿anyone remember that movie?]

Watchmen (2009), for any who missed my last Burning Ring was far more than predictive programming and human degeneration, it contained a lot of revelation of the method. A whole mess of it took place in the opening sequence. The above and below scenes work on many layers.

On one they serve to create the idea the mostly false notion that gays/lesbians have been long suppressed, and then slaughtered by those who won’t tolerate such. On the other, it shows that how when such displays exceed nature, and become the open norm, gender confusion sets in, family structures break down and eventually, follows the death/suicide of any society/empire, and it is done so via consent and participation. The same knife that peels the layers, also divides and sows discord.

I’ve already said plenty in regards to the three following cunts. What more needs to be said? Well, I’m sure a lot more could be considering the toxic legacy they left behind (one of them is still kicking). Here’s but one tangent: 3 Whores. 3 Holes [per whore]. 9 Gates? To Hell, or a magic spell that unleashes Hell on Earth?

Aside from the current sad state of womanwhood, which closely resembles an overrun brothel, the trinity of above jewsesses, more so than any other force, are directly responsible that our eyes have to occasionally witness the below spectacle.

Upon rewrite I’ll spare you the trend I haphazardly joked of in a prior post on whorification. Explore the site for yourself [if you so dare]. Here’s another hint for those who think the forces of corporatism [the proper name for fasicsm] somehow lost WWII [as schoolbook texts dictate]: most of us sad sacks shop at Walmart.

And as [per discussions in prior podcasts] Network (1976) clearly prognosticated, informed, and perhaps, predictively programmed, you Europeans shouldn’t laugh too hard while Americans hang their heads in collective disgust on how the above site, once a rare aberration, is now becoming quite commonplace. You guys aren’t too far behind us, wherever globalism goes, the above sight surely follows.

Judging by the overt symbolism and admissions carried by each of the above images, I must [again] concede my respect to the social engineers and hold back the bile rising in my throat as I contemplate the depths of human stupidity, considering the masses of people [in this case, women] who followed the slogans. What a pile of rubbish it was all from the start! And no, it is not accidental that “fisting” will stretch out one’s vagina beyond practicality [i.e., destroy it].

Saying the social engineers, “Well, we told those cunts from jump exactly what we were gonna do to them from the start, and the motives behind it. Is it our fault they were dumb enough to go along with the program?” Sayeth the Rebel, “I’m going to have to reflect on the kharmic implications of that.” Nothing is hidden.

Need I possibly say more about the personality-degrading mindfuck Disney is? Really? What’s the point when very few I know listened the last few times?

I had long ago put together the prior image above, perhaps misguidedly hoping it would reveal the true origins of said corporation to those who are determined to keep their fool eyes shut. But, last month I was at my wit’s end, after exhausting blatant examples of debauchery, trying to explain to a couple of “above-average intelligence” why Hannah Montana was not a good influence for their daughter.

Now, I’m forced to wonder, was there any point in the exercise? Is Disney itself not openly informing the average dumb cunt pretending to be a parent exactly the same thing far more directly than I [via the above set of pictures]?

The opening image to this article was entitled “discord,” a word I had ended up using in this article even before I found said image or came back to this section to add a couple more thoughts about disNai. Everything according to plan.

The path, is obvious. They are doing exactly what they set out to do from go. They rely on something that I feel may never be overcome: the immeasurable depths of human stupidity [denial being a big part of]. Miley’s fans are doomed to whoredom.

The forces of collectivism have been at the game for a long time, the mindless masses follow along. It’s part of the game. That’s why we laugh at ourselves.

The system has been cleverly crafted by those far smarter than the average idiot who believes their perception is based on a rational mind [which it is not] and that their whole life has been a game of Snakes and Ladders.

As the programs march us [the new society] forward, individuals will be hit harder and harder in the coupling department. The more you stand out, the smarter and more perceptive [instead of receptive] you are, the less likely you are to be welcome by the collective, and the more likely you are to be red-flagged by the latest “manual” on desirability. It is the velvet glove of social engineering, where the iron fist lay well hidden hidden [in this rare case] just underneath.

Predictably, when women [naturally] begin to feel unsatisfied with their empty lives, recognizing their engineered excuse for a life has been unrewarding [because collectivism always turns out that way] they find themselves in need of advice. Hence, the same forces of collectivism are always ready to help lost souls ad[d] more vices than they can handle. In lieu of wisdom, the progressively-stupefied human mind is given digestible clichés and slogans.

Monkey see. Monkey do. Sorry, I take that back, few monkeys are dumb enough to engage in the type of activities that humans can so easily be driven to [sans lash].

I wrote half in jest once, on how I, given time and resources, could/would make dog-sex the latest fad. [may be an actual long-term agenda in the arsenal]. Now, I sometimes fear, that such a reality would surely push me, out of disgust, to either my own sex or a life of celibacy.

I get the feeling that, in the short term, were I a Mede, and today put out a sexy poster of two attractive half-naked women, one bent over with a straw sticking out of her bung hole, and then another one sucking the straw, within 4 to 6 months, a quick search of webshots [or photobucket, facebook, myspace, etc] would provide me with several thousand mimics of same. Any fool care to wager otherwise?

The below show, with a little debate, is the most evil fucking program to ever hit the airwaves [deep anal-isis for any brave enough to crawl inside that rabbit hole]. It’ll come up again next week [in spades]. What’s that rancid smell? Twelve holes.

What the above “program” did for women (turned them inside out), Entourage is doing to men. It could be argued, with some debate, that the stars of the prior series are at least, more masculine than the stars of the latter: the effeminization of men, is now right out in the open. Oh, you sad pathetic fools that watch it. I feel very sorry for you us.

At one time, I thought I was quite special, “but I was young and foolish then. I’m old and foolish now.” But, that’s all been analyzed before. As has the next step.

The show was continued the following Sunday (April 25th). Part II is [now] available for download immediately below (Part I can be found further up in this article):

The following scene is more important to the “powers that be” and accomplishes far more than any amount of concentration camps or standing armies could ever hope to. After heaping unrealistic expectations on us from childhood, they then built up our false personas. Few among us have any idea there are solutions outside the confining box of repetition that we’ve confined “ourselves” too.

Look at any of the social networking sites or even of the “dating” sites promising to find you the perfect match. Anyone who thinks that “true love” will ever come out of finding someone who optimally meets your perception of the worlds based on the social engineering programs you were most stimulated by is a bloody fool. There is no substitute for “her smile, the wink of her eye, the wave of her hand.”

The above (and points made in shows), are incremental steps in taking everything that is human and passionate and “good” our of male/female relationships and encounters. It’s either gonna be sportfuck viagra in-and-out, or it’s the be-all-end-all by mismatched people that inevitably ends in disillusionment. {*1}

Don’t worry, you can keep trying again. I’m sure the results will be different. It’s only insanity. Indubitably why so many older women tend to shut themselves off after a few “failures.” By programming, you’ve been to grab passion before it runs wild, put it in a box and set rules to govern it. So, why act surprised when it dies?

The song “Barbie Girl,” by Aqua, has shown up in podcast after podcast, and that is because under the bubble-gum exterior, the song is frighteningly honest about what women are [willingly] reducing themselves to. Hint: it rhymes with “Doors.”

Robyn Hitchcock: “Every day the satellite, seems to be the door of someone’s reach. Satellites and stags. I’m growing Betsy in a bag, and she don’t mind. as long as things are round. Every day the satellite, jerky little canister of gold. Who’s to be the satellite, with inches of whole Betsy growing cold. I’m into you so far, I’m out the other side, and orbiting is just a waste of time. Next time i get into you, I swear to god i won’t come out again. Swear to god i won’t come out again.”

Yea, the dumb [male] cunt on the right, is just that. He has devoted much of his own body to the mark of his masters, and not even bothered to ask for a few baubles in exchange for the free advertising, just like a good slave would be expected to. I’m sure were someone to find the bloke and ask about the tattoo, he’d say he was “expressing his individuality.”

But, in the above [right] scenario, which of the two is dumber? The one bearing the Iron Cross [the Templar mark] or the one getting fucked by him/it/them? The end result is obvious. Enjoy the few “nuggets” of dignity they grant us for now. {*2}

I had originally intended to close this show with some suggestions for coping, but to tell you the truth, I’m not quite sure what the solution to that is while the world continues to degenerate around us. What may help to some extent, is to not give up hope and try to maintain some positivity (to attract like). That’s probably a show unto itself, and I may try to address that when Lenon Honor is back. {3}

In lieu of closing thoughts, I let the chat room guide the show and probably told more stories than I had planned to. On one hand, as one Ed chimed in “stories are the foundation of experience,” and it is refreshing to find that there are people in this Land of Nod that still have the attention span to listen to them.

That said, I probably should have opted to close with an impromput positive story, earlier words considered (sorry lalan), or at least have told the closer properly, as upon review, I felt it may be subject to misinterpolation as a personal statement.

The lady I mentioned actually inspired the above image (used in a prior posting), as to tell you the truth, whether one is looking for inches or IQ points, there is little difference to say either is somehow more noble. Though it could be argued, that were you to base your selection criteria on anything so dispassionate, at least one is more practical than the other.

In lieue of being able to travel back in time and alter the closing, I will share another story from a time I was relearning to see the world [again] through the eyes of my inner child. Wonderful things can happen if we take chances/risks and don’t allow ourselves to be engineered; if we open ourselves up to the wonders of life.

The above, is a scene from one of my favourite places on this planet, which indubitably, unless a decent number of us learn to change our ways, and open our minds, will one day be assimilated as well. That hypothesis since proven, my internal warrior has done what he had to do: fight back.

But he is quite useless when it comes to “love.” For the moment, I am striving [and it’s a challenge] not to take anything the zombies throw at me personally. Perhaps, there is another show to come on the subject. I get the feeling there are many among us, who fear we are much more alone than we really are, because we’ve allowed ourselves to become victim to the engineering we so vigorously detest and oppose.

 

 

*0: The above image [podcast download] is for Part II of this Two Part series (HQ). Part I is available for free further up. Unfortunately, I no longer have a higher quality copy of that part in my possession.

*1: The “This Is Me” image has been significantly adjusted by yours truly. It’s a composite of various images I came across while long-ago looking for examples of the pathetic subhuman nature of the average myspacer. In this girl’s case though, in her own words, is a summary of what this recent graduate has to offer the world:

“I got looks. I got class. I got hips. I got ass. When I hit the floor I drop it down low like bam! I’m bringing sexy back for you all. I’m a playa for life. I got to [name of community college] and am pre-med. I”m really shy when I first get to meet you and it takes me time to warm up. I’m impatient.”

That would be a summary of “who” she is. Well, at least she’s cute, but as Elvis might warn any potential suitor, you may “try to love her, but she’s so contrary, like a chainsaw running through a dictionary.” In layman’s terms: she’s “dead.” Oh brave new world, that hath such people in it. [LB]

*2: Beyond Freedom and Dignity, is a book written by psychologist B.F. Skinner in regards to what it would take to build our Brave New World. When I once heard Michael Tsarion mention this book, all I could do was nod [sadly]. Per wiki: [LB]

“The book argues that entrenched belief in free will and the moral autonomy of the individual (which Skinner referred to as “dignity”) hinders the prospect of using scientific methods to modify behavior for the purpose of building a happier and better organized society.”

*3: Here are some of the other podcasts and articles referenced throughout the show: A Return to Honor, The History of Music and Social Engineering 101. [LB]

~ by celticrebel on April 21, 2010.