I can see it clearly now

"You couldn't figure out what was going on."

That's what she told me. She told me about reading Deepak Chopra and meditating, and about starting to see everything for what it was. On the inside, I laughed. I had seen everything for what it was long ago. It certainly wasn't transcendental meditation. It wasn't about demerits or your permanent record or what woman you had handcuffed to a bed. It was about the future.

And now is the future, reader. We sit in the last oasis, a place between the fabled past and the inglorious future. Where the coming shame is yet unknown, and men cut the lining out of their pockets not merely to spite their pants but to masturbate in auditoriums while great orators speak. Orators like the sorceror Ben Bernanke.

Say it with me reader. Ohmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

Ohmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

Ohmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

I have used technology. I have taken the next step. And just as those before us struggled against the shackles of government, so too does the box spring creak and the bedframe rattle against the wall. This is the way that the seed is issued forth, and the future is created.

the panic of man

Listen up reader. I know you are suffering because of your failure to heed my words. I know you are facing the looming menace of the Musulman hordes knocking at your door. You are living a farce. And one day the Musulman will say to the white man, "Do you now see the error of your ways?"

And then the Musulman will cut out your tongue and your testicles and take your women as his. Anybody who knows anything knows that this reality has been brewing for some time. And during this time, the white man built the supermarkets while the Musulman built the first spaceships.

Your life is a convenience. It is built on the backs of the retarded and the gentry and the gentiles. You see, any person that you pity is actually someone who has an advantage over you, because your pity belies a part of your mind that is weak. A true thinker realizes that anyone who is pitied comes from a position of strength, whereas a magnanimous person comes from a position of weakness. The more power that is consolidated in one man, the less ability that he has. Because of the growing pity he will have as a result of his own inflated view of himself. And so I must look on reality and re-evaluate.

In spite of the recession I have become a millionaire several times over with my investments. I have had sex and I have eaten hotdogs. I have bought and I have sold, just as people are bought and sold on a daily basis. But I will not sell myself. I only buy myself and I sell the others.

the cask of amontillado

Something is direly amiss. I can't quite put my finger on it.

Mayonnaise and the Mayon

Mayonnaise is a great boon to both our society and our sandwiches. I even take the liberty, as all free men should, to put a sizable dollop in my hair each morning to revitalize it and give it the consistent cowlicks so often sought by someone of my intellect. Mayonnaise is a thick spread made from emulsifying oil and egg yolks. What mayonnaise is made from is no mystery. Where mayonnaise is made is another beast altogether.

A plebe such as yourself may not appreciate the significance between champagne and sparkling wine. Champagne comes from the Champagne region of France, all other sparkling wines are not champagne but merely sparkling wine. This is also the case with mayonnaise. All true mayonnaise comes from the Mayon, a massive volcano in the Philippines. The Mayon is a stratovolcano or composite volcano. The current cone was formed through pyroclastic and lava flows from past eruptions. Mayon is the most active volcano in the Phillipines, having erupted over 47 times in the past 400 years. The Mayon erupts furiously, issuing forth torrents of molten mayonnaise. All of the mayonnaise in the world comes from the Mayon. Other so-called mayonnaise is actually generic emulsified egg oil sandwich tonic.

Now that you know the truth, please try to give justice to the true mayonnaise and stand opposed to the dilution of the market with inferior products.


While I was researching that for you, the reader, I ate a large poundcake and drank a bottle of wine mixed with a pot of coffee. Winecoffee is a mixture that only the finest palates appreciate but once you have acclimated to it, it is an undeniable pleasure. It also is an effective way of making an otherwise expensive bottle of wine last longer in the mouth. With today's economic hardships certainly upon those of you who did not heed my warnings, this tip will be invaluable. Salvage what you can.

Call Barack Obama and tell him about the Mayon. He is a wizard, so do not expect him to treat you well. He was made to be the politician who proves the system to work. Instead, the system will prove that his sorcery over the electorate and his desire to deal the final blow to the American economy and our freedoms is as powerful as any prior tyrant.

Long live the king, the wizard, the philanderer, the magician, and may the Mayon provide for them all.

Buy American

Readers, you've heard the age old adage, "Buy American". But did you ever stop to think that we are only Americans because of the tyrannical oppression of our government and the institutionalized violence that pervades every realm of our society. General Motors? Violent. McDonald's? Violent. Even something seemingly innocent like Coca-Cola is violent. When someone tells you to buy American, tell them that they might as well be saying, "Buy violence."

You see, all of these companies pay taxes. And the taxes go to the government. So by offering products that Americans want, they support the government, which is the violence which makes us American. Even the dollar bill is violence. The fiat currency that the government props up with the falsehood that is freedom is inherently violent. I've converted all my currency into instruments such as gold and platinum. I do keep one dollar for the occasional cheeseburger, but if you have more than one dollar, repent immediately against your violent tendencies.

This is an avalanche that can never be stopped. The laws of inertia dictate that an object in motion can never be stopped and so similarly an object at rest can never be moved. And so America is the immovable force versus the unstoppable object, and with that comes the violence, the killings, the rapings, and the rape-killings. We rape the killers, and kill the rapists, and in return are raped and killed by the Government of the Corporate States of America. Nothing can stop it.

Agoraphobia and the Orator

So I finally totally lost my shit and now the world is over.

I wanted to stop it. I tried to tell people. I even cooked a turkey for 35 minutes with the oven on self-clean last night and nicely caramelized the individual slices using a drapery steamer. But no. No. No.

Free will corrupts freedom absolutely. Can man ever be free if any man is free to do as he would, freely? The answer is no. No. And the fear of the outside is ever present. You see, soon this will all come down to the come down. We have been riding a high for years, falsely inflated like the blowjob lips of your favorite supermodel. When you harden the dicks of all mankind it is only a matter of time before someone is skewered. And another. And another. And finally, the collapse. The bottom falls out and every prince is left a pauper.

I have already proven the principles. I have shown the reality. But reality deviated from the forecast. The forecast is rain, and the great flood is here. I can only hope that it all doesn't come unraveled before I can finish knitting a sweater out of the hair I routinely pluck out of the stinking, living corpse that is the vessel of my belief here on earth.

If the fall is now, I will set up shop in a world isolated from man, from his vices and from his money. I will move to the land before the agora. When deregulation prevailed over standards, and the misinformed nature of man lead him to fill bottles with urine and put bilious liquids on his asshole to soothe its savage nature.

Only one thing can truly be. That is the freedom to be free. By being free we act in contrition to the enslavers, the rule makers, those that enable society. Society constructs society, and as such, a self-defining term cannot be defined. Remember, society is truly defined by those that deviate from it. And in our deviation, we pave the way for a new society, where men destroy men for their own gain, just as they do now.

I was right!

By now I'm sure you know that I am always right. My forecast has come true perfectly, and my investments are so secure that I cannot be unsettled.

I spoke to my father, and "Go west, my son", he said.

The sun rises in the East and sets in the West. So too has the sun set on our economy and our way of life. Already as I write this the lawlessness has set in and the major cities burn. Martial law has been declared, but it is at best farcical. The government declares martial law when their laws have already failed. It is like a plea for the finally free populace to come back to being sheep. As if the shepherd could merely rattle his crook and have the sheep come running back to him.

Think of a game of a billiards. The two players vie to sink their balls into the pockets in order to ultimately pocket the eight ball and defeat the opponent. Billiards is a great game, because it so closely mimics the operations of the government. Two men with sticks vying to subjugate the ceramic balls of mankind. And in particularly exhilarating games, I put the blue chalk on the end of my penis.

If you have more than one dollar right now, woe is you. The dollar is worthless. Do not act. React. React to the false governance and urban slavery of our era. React to the upside down loans issued by criminals to ensure that no man ever copulates again. The race war is beginning. By oppressing the races, the White is blending away the dignity of man. And so he bleaches them in his image at the government financial centers, just as the dollar bill is bleached white, a worthless piece of paper not fit to be wadded up and sullied with the filth of a thousand bowel movements. I too am white, but not a conformist to the government's wholesale whitewashing: my turgid member is anointed with the powdery blue of true freedom.

8 ball, corner pocket.