Saturday, February 14, 2015

The Waiting Cenobites and the Beast of the Apocalypse.

Dog Poet Transliterating.......

May your hoses never be coiled and bent.

Ain't no sunshine when I'm gone.” (ahem). So...

Ken O'Keefe has got a new video out and he was kind enough to include the Patrick Willis-Les Visible video of the 9/11 Litmus Test.

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The mortally wounded Zio Orge that doesn't know it is mortally wounded, continues to lumber about the apocalyptic landscape like The Beast from Revelations. The sword of truth has stabbed this monster grievously. You can picture St. Michael with raised sword standing above the dragon if you like. Well... life being a movie, someone has to be the villain. It might as well be the villain who is the villain rather than manufactured straw dog scarecrow creations, dreamed up over the at Sex Pervert Central, which would be The NSA, or the CIA, or The Pentagon, or Homeland Insecurity. All of these are Zio attack dogs and Satanist bondage freaks in harness or hanging from skewers. I can see them hanging from the metal hooks and planing out like one of those swing rides at the carnival. I don't get any of that personally but... that's me.

Every day, rank and stinking psycho bots from Alphabet Agency Land; hosed down with deodorants and parfumes, make their way down antiseptic corridors. Their hot little eyes gleam as they think about the harm they can visit on everyone but the ones responsible for all the harm caused around the world. In typical Kafkaesque fashion; the ones with the intel for which they torture the unwitting and unknowing, continue to scream out the questions for which only they have the answers since either they, or someone in their employ did whatever ugly evil thing it was that they are formulaicly abusing others for. To paraphrase Aldous Huxley, “Oh Brave New World that has such assholes in it.”

Yeah... what can you say about people who devote their lives to making other people suffer? L. Paul Bremer comes to mind. You remember him? He's the guy that Bush sent over there to hand out all that funny money to the corporations and contractors and Republican insiders. What was it? It was around 20,000,000,000 dollars to start with? Very little of this made its way to any of the cartoon projects they used as front siphons to suck off the ghost money into the coffers of ambulatory scum who scampered like carpetbaggers away from the looted blasted plain, like those weevils from the post confederacy chaos. What remains are empty lots and half constructed buildings AND, of course, a whole lot of dead and suffering people. They're probably laughing about it now... somewhere over the greasy rainbow slick of broken highways, shattered by missile blasts and IED explosions; the latter one of the few definitely deserved reactions in that perpetual war against humanity, like all the other wars they got going down for Banker profit and the greedy vermin that feed in their wake.

Tell em Brownie sent you. You're doing a hell of a job Brownie. There's a special place in Hell for all of these characters. I will say that when they use the facilities down there, somewhere below The Ninth Circle, the plumbing definitely leads directly to that place even further down where Bush, Cheney and Rice, among others are hanging out through whatever doomed eternity their unreal Karma has/will visit/visited upon them.

Years go by and I sit here or wherever it is that I am at the moment and I drum out these litanies of words; millions of them by this time and I think; “haven't you said enough, Visible?” I sit back and I reflect on this and then I think about those horrific monsters I just named and all the other ones I haven't named like Rothschild, Netanyahu, Barack and the guy who was the Pentagon comptroller when all that money went missing...; Rumsfeld of course. There are so very many of them. Let us not forget also, all the fiends in the undergrowth whose names never come our way but who diligently serve The Beast for WHATEVER their reasons are and their reasons are legion I do not doubt. Let us not forget those hundreds of thousands of enablers who make all the dreadful and unspeakable things happen. Let us not forget the Nodwells whose heads go up and down like the pink plastic flamingos on a drinking glass. Let us not forget the Budweiser Beertards from The Land of My country Right or Wrong. Let us not forget the masturbating monkeys from office cubicle Porn Land in all those intelligence agencies and government swamps of money down the drain. Let us not forget all the brutal Neanderthal police who violate the public every day and who are all just following orders, courtesy of the Israeli Police Training corps who have infiltrated the ranks of law enforcement across the hijacked highways of a failed and ruined experiment call America. Let us not forget the cowardly educators who teach what they are told to teach and who enforce the cancer of Political Correctness. Let us not forget so many of the unmentioned unmentionables who sit in the stagnant darkness like... like what? Like what?

Scripture says I am supposed to forgive these people and some part of me does but... another part of me wants justice and not for myself, even though I have felt the hot, heavy hand of the system more than once. I want it for those millions out there who don't have either a wing or a prayer. They say its all karma and maybe it is. People living like something way south of beasts, then dying and coming back and getting a taste of their own medicine. Some part of me knows this to be true, though the details escape me. You got big hands and long fingers, that makes you a big picture guy. You got small fingers it makes you detail oriented.

I get this awful thought that there are thousands and thousands of people out there, just waiting for their chance to be every bit as evil as all the ones we have seen that come and go; Bush Senior and David Rockefeller are about to go. Barbara is about to go. There's a whole bunch of them on the doorstep of death. The gong will sound and the raven will caw and they will drop their temporary suit and vanish from this plane. Henry Kissinger is right up there too. There is some number of them due to pass through the exit doors this year, or soon after. Pinhead and the other Cenobites will be waiting for them, sure enough.

We have to face the truth that some unfortunate number of us are not human and an even larger number are willing and able to relinquish their humanity at any opportunity. It means nothing to them. They are all in that 'means to an end' category. I've posted a piece that Patrick Willis recorded several times called “The Big One”:

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It says it as clearly as I have ever been able to, just what the purposes and priorities of these folk are. It amuses me to see how often they lower my visitor count over there at Zio-Tube. I remember the visitor count being thousands of hits beyond where it is today for that posting.

Justice is coming; swift and sure or slow and certain, Justice is coming.

End Transmission.......


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