Unbearable Light of Not Being [5]

Sometimes, very weird things happen, very weird bad things and there’s not fuck all we can do about them. The show, whether or not it truly must,” goes on…

We picked up where the last show left off, expanding ideas on the programs, the programmed, and the programmers:

At times like these that Tanerlorn beckons me, and as I gather my belongings, I’m reminded that if the collectivist push continues, there will be no more Tanerlorns.

Would that be “Lord” as in Lord of the manor, or “Lord” as in the old gay Brittanic pederastocratic variety? It would likely be a safe bet to presume that “the new Michael Jackson” had the lyrics written for him:

“probe me and know me lord, turn me, fill me with you, to see all of you on me, use me oh lord, use me, like an arrow that hits the target, i want to be used in that way if it pleases you oh lord, anytime, anywhere, probe me and know me oh lord, break my heart, come and fill me, to see all of you all over me, probe me, break me, turn me, fill me, probe me, break me, turn me, fill me, here is my life, oh lord use me”

The above production, in all likelihood, is intimately connected to the below um, “products.” Obviously, there could never be a possibility of inbreeding involved, when it leads to the production of such fine specimens as the studs below. 🙄

Just as inexplicable (for the idiot mind at least) as the resultant fame of the above “stars” is, when evaluating factors such as alleged talent, skills, ability or even just looks, we see pretty much the exact same results repeated on the female side.

For those unfmailiar with the last face, that would be the infamous mass-murderess and Isnotraeli prime-minister Golda Meir. This um, “heroine” reminds me of one of those old Monty Python cross-dressing skits. Perhaps, I should have included her in the first image instead? Technically, she looks about as female as other incestual spawn like Lady Gaga and Lana Warchowski [a heroine for the conspiradolts].

The Simpsons have a long history of subliminally promoting incest (along with a lot of other degenerative tangents), so the latest season pushing a little mother-daughter lesbian action shouldn’t really shock anyone. For the incredulous, listening to Marge coo and groan as the above fondling takes place may help.

I have also commented on vile Serge Gainsbourg [¿sounds so much less Jewish than Ginsburg doesn’t it?] and his daughter Charlotte before (incidentally, not the first Charlotte to be traumatized by her overly attentive tribal father). Hell, old Serge was quite happy to boast about his molestations from virtual rooftops [video].

Ugh, it is becoming quite the challenge just to stomach the world growing around us. Men being turned into girls. Women being turned into boys. mASS insanity.

The timeframe for whatever is being shown on the programming box, becoming the reality we witness around is bypassing all natural filtration mechanisms and is now almost instant. The Logan’s Run futuristic vision is already our present de facto reality; the sentiments of anyone over 30 are quickly dismissed as outdated, while all internal regulation has given way to external (and we see the good that results):

And as painful as it is for some to hear, regulation of womanhood, the basis of life, and centerpiece of familial bonds, is meant to be regulated from within; not by the old Pederast Pulpit, nor the present whore-enabling box preaching that one’s vagina should be on public display and open 24/7 to all convenient bystanders. The symbols are all around us, but as discussed during this series, the only people left who seem capable of interpreting them are (a) Stupid Whores and (b) the Celtic Rebel:

One significant difference, however, the former group, while grasping the meanings intuitively (yet, only subconsciously), cannot connect that knowing to the reasoning center, hence they cannot see the immediate future that is coming. Yea, this show is harsh, and my points will embitter delicate ears, but I do not want to find myself living in, or being reborn into, such a pathetically soulless passionless collective:

The above image, not only captures the passive effeminization of men, the gender neutralization, but also how bland and meaningless an existence of similarities will be. It is the only possible ultimatation of all this do-gooder kumbayah kollektivism I so rail against. Everything’s turning to white. Fuck it, I should just move to [what’s left of] Tanerlorn before it vanishes over the horizon [¿whore-zion?].

I guess that’s what makes me such a horrible person. Bitterly determined to clog up whatever plans might lead to such and nonapocalyptic catastrophe. Am I “bad?”

Hm, BAD is 214, which aside from the Jehova/Britton/Pederast interpolations [the same sect responsible for the slave commandments; my more practical stab above], is also Vagina Day, this bittersweet anniversary. Sometimes, bad things happen.

A few more of us need to start taking this crap personally. After all, from the individual can come the most wondrous and inspired of in-sane in-genious and un-expected moments. It is the only remaining threat left to eternal blindness.

Tune in this/next Sunday for Part VI, which I can promise, will be extremely politically incorrect (and not the manipulated palatable bitch-boy version thereof), and highly caustic to the ears of those hanging on dearly to the implanted subroutines running through their heads.

 

Few Other Arbitrary Celtic Rebel Posts on Related or Similar Subject Matter
Feb 2012: The Light of Not Being [4]	Oct 2009: Bring Out Your Zombies
Mar 2010: Death to the Future Flesh	Feb 2012: The Light of Not Being [6]

 

Note A: I was a guest on Live Free or Die this past Tuesday @ 10::00 PM [Eastern]. The show is alas, available [or not]

Note B: I just finished updating the last show/post with some awesome images and additional thoughts (today). Be sure to check it out.

~ by celticrebel on February 21, 2012.