With the season of Samhain and Halloween upon us, the ghouls are showing their rotting flesh in all their vile glory as evidenced by Hillary Clinton’s recent public comments; “We came, we saw, he died…” followed by her slightly maniacally tinged laughter. It is indeed a sad day when any American leader takes pleasure in any man’s death. The manner of Gaddafi’s death was quite horrible and it simply amounted to the summary execution of a wounded prisoner of war, but that is another matter.
Well Hill-Dog, laugh all you want now, but when they finally drag your pre-rotted body and soul up on the hood of a car and drop a couple slugs into your brain pan, well, I won’t be laughing about it… No, I will simply be relieved that the world has one less war-mongering ghoul in it.
You and your husband are both traitors for what you sold to China while your husband was president, and rather than see your demise, I hope that you are both tried for your crimes and given life in prison for treason.
Additionally, what America, France and NATO did in Libya was, from start to finish, a colossal war crime that you aided. I do hope that the Court at the Hague is monogramming the name “Hillary Clint” on one of the cell doors that holds defendants awaiting trail for crimes against humanity..
Bye Bye
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
The day of reckoning is at hand.
Having been in the construction business for most of my life, I am all too familiar with the US “boom & bust” cycles. I have “lost my ass” a number of times over the last 30 years, and most recently, at the opening of 2008. This time however, I am not too terribly sad or upset about it. The reason for this bears some explanation.
I long ago realized that my chosen profession, construction, remodeling and building repair was subject to cyclical downturns. In the “boom” times I would make “bank” and in the “bust” times I would have to “suck it up.” Every six to eight years the work would dry up and I would have to lay off staff. The laid off staff would immediately “hang out their own shingle” and go into business for themselves and undercut my prices in an ineffective attempt to get their income back. 99.5% of these ex-employees would under bid the sparsely available work, further driving the available profits down. 99.5% of these ex-employees with new businesses would then loose their own asses in the process. They just never learned that running a business was a risky endeavor, especially in construction.
After the first and second round of trying to compete against my low bidding ex-employees, I realized that it was better to just retire for a year, a sabbatical, and live of my bank account until the ex-employees got abused and the market for my skills came back. I eventually looked forward to it. A year off to kick about and cherry-pick jobs, get some rest, educate myself, dally about with the ladies as a man-of-leisure.
I usually wound up the year off with money still in the bank to reconstitute by business and hit the ground running, but I always lamented the lost income. This time there is no lament. This time, after being down 2 years, I realize that the construction business ain’t coming back. I have no bank account left to live off of, and I am glad. Glad! It surprised me too. This time, I was a little older, near retirement and in 2008 thru 2009, I watched a fat SEP-IRA with Smith-Barney evaporate and I was glad. Glad!
I was glad it happened while I was still young enough to relearn how to exist. Exist without money that is. I am happy to have been forced to “Go low budget.” I was glad that I had not had time to build up a real nest-egg retirement fund. Glad because I realized that the game would be how others, banksters and the Grunch of Giants ( http://halfpasthuman.com/grunch.html ) planned to steal my wealth. Freedom it having nothing left to loose… and I will die a free man. Fuck ‘em! I only hope to live long enough to piss on their graves.
“At the End of Empire, the looting begins.” I find a modicum of humorous irony in the fact that the looters are carting off worthless paper, that the looters will get less value out of the paper when they try to spend it then when it was ours. But the looters continue to think they got over on someone… Who did you get over on? You got over on yourselves! Dumb asses! Loot your little black hearts out.
Now that I am lean and schooled in adversity, I wonder who will laugh louder when reality sets in. The fat & happy, or the lean & ready? Bad things are coming down the pipe and I am glad to be right where I am. Right with God and ready to go. I actually feel a bit of pity for the thieves and their ilk, the corrupt who think it will go on, but it won’t. “No man can rise further than a man who has been to the bottom,” and conversely, “No man can fall further than a man who has been at the top.” The day of reckoning is at hand.
I long ago realized that my chosen profession, construction, remodeling and building repair was subject to cyclical downturns. In the “boom” times I would make “bank” and in the “bust” times I would have to “suck it up.” Every six to eight years the work would dry up and I would have to lay off staff. The laid off staff would immediately “hang out their own shingle” and go into business for themselves and undercut my prices in an ineffective attempt to get their income back. 99.5% of these ex-employees would under bid the sparsely available work, further driving the available profits down. 99.5% of these ex-employees with new businesses would then loose their own asses in the process. They just never learned that running a business was a risky endeavor, especially in construction.
After the first and second round of trying to compete against my low bidding ex-employees, I realized that it was better to just retire for a year, a sabbatical, and live of my bank account until the ex-employees got abused and the market for my skills came back. I eventually looked forward to it. A year off to kick about and cherry-pick jobs, get some rest, educate myself, dally about with the ladies as a man-of-leisure.
I usually wound up the year off with money still in the bank to reconstitute by business and hit the ground running, but I always lamented the lost income. This time there is no lament. This time, after being down 2 years, I realize that the construction business ain’t coming back. I have no bank account left to live off of, and I am glad. Glad! It surprised me too. This time, I was a little older, near retirement and in 2008 thru 2009, I watched a fat SEP-IRA with Smith-Barney evaporate and I was glad. Glad!
I was glad it happened while I was still young enough to relearn how to exist. Exist without money that is. I am happy to have been forced to “Go low budget.” I was glad that I had not had time to build up a real nest-egg retirement fund. Glad because I realized that the game would be how others, banksters and the Grunch of Giants ( http://halfpasthuman.com/grunch.html ) planned to steal my wealth. Freedom it having nothing left to loose… and I will die a free man. Fuck ‘em! I only hope to live long enough to piss on their graves.
“At the End of Empire, the looting begins.” I find a modicum of humorous irony in the fact that the looters are carting off worthless paper, that the looters will get less value out of the paper when they try to spend it then when it was ours. But the looters continue to think they got over on someone… Who did you get over on? You got over on yourselves! Dumb asses! Loot your little black hearts out.
Now that I am lean and schooled in adversity, I wonder who will laugh louder when reality sets in. The fat & happy, or the lean & ready? Bad things are coming down the pipe and I am glad to be right where I am. Right with God and ready to go. I actually feel a bit of pity for the thieves and their ilk, the corrupt who think it will go on, but it won’t. “No man can rise further than a man who has been to the bottom,” and conversely, “No man can fall further than a man who has been at the top.” The day of reckoning is at hand.
Friday, October 14, 2011
Drunken advise to a President in trouble
I have both a financial and re-election solution for you Bra':
Declare a year of Jubilee... Forgive all debts- if a citizen has a mortgage... wipe it... they own their home (fuck the banks). If the citizen owes credit card debt, they don't owe squat. The Christians and Jews will LOVE you. The Bankers, well, they won't love you, but there is a solution to that...
If a banker complains, pitch 'em in jail, no bail... let 'em rot! Then, in six months of letting them rot, they'll change their tune. Then, you declare an amnesty for bankers, as long as they abide by the year of Jubilee... Then, after you get re-elected by the happy mortgage and credit card debt forgiveness recipients, the bankers in jail will be happy to forgive you just to get the fuck out of jail. Then,
All the happy homeowners will go out and take new mortgages out on their newly owned homes, and create a boom with the new found moneys that the bankers will happily loan them to get things back to the way they were... creating the biggest boom-times known to mankind.
You will go down in the history books as the smartest president tat ever was, and the people will love you... and the bankers will recover and probably not hold a grudge. Dude, My plan is brilliant! You should think about it..
Simple, swifty and do-able by November 2nd.
Den
Declare a year of Jubilee... Forgive all debts- if a citizen has a mortgage... wipe it... they own their home (fuck the banks). If the citizen owes credit card debt, they don't owe squat. The Christians and Jews will LOVE you. The Bankers, well, they won't love you, but there is a solution to that...
If a banker complains, pitch 'em in jail, no bail... let 'em rot! Then, in six months of letting them rot, they'll change their tune. Then, you declare an amnesty for bankers, as long as they abide by the year of Jubilee... Then, after you get re-elected by the happy mortgage and credit card debt forgiveness recipients, the bankers in jail will be happy to forgive you just to get the fuck out of jail. Then,
All the happy homeowners will go out and take new mortgages out on their newly owned homes, and create a boom with the new found moneys that the bankers will happily loan them to get things back to the way they were... creating the biggest boom-times known to mankind.
You will go down in the history books as the smartest president tat ever was, and the people will love you... and the bankers will recover and probably not hold a grudge. Dude, My plan is brilliant! You should think about it..
Simple, swifty and do-able by November 2nd.
Den
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Calling Quack on the Iranian Plot to kill the Saudi Ambassodor
Hey, right... I'll buy that shit for a Dollar. But not a Dollar Ten...
Makes no sense. Sounds like a weak FBI Psy-Op (not a CIA Psy-Op - at least the CIA puts a little effort into it). The CIA is more believable.
This smacks of tossed salad prepared by morons and dressed by pee-ons. Quack! And the presentation on the plate is weak too!
Quack, double quack!
Den
Makes no sense. Sounds like a weak FBI Psy-Op (not a CIA Psy-Op - at least the CIA puts a little effort into it). The CIA is more believable.
This smacks of tossed salad prepared by morons and dressed by pee-ons. Quack! And the presentation on the plate is weak too!
Quack, double quack!
Den
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Wishing in the End of the World
I have recently been accused, by friends & associates, of indulging in “disaster porn” by looking for some natural or man made catastrophe to punctuate my (our) existence. It may be. I wish that the “Big One” would happen… that the economy would crash…. That the asteroid would hit… that World War III would commence…. You name the disaster and I am rootin’ for it NOW!
Blammo! Ka-Bang! Boom! Bring it down… the sooner, the better! This is not because I personally want you, or me or anyone to die, or that I wish strife and tribulation on society… NO! Not at all…. (as I expect to perish in the melee…)
What I want is drastic change, the end to the “status quo…” The status quo is now so vile, so corrupt, so evil that just short of total disaster and world changing catastrophe, I do not see another way out of more of the same… bullshit wars, bankster theft, government corruption and the like that will only lead to worse suffering and degradation than what we would face if God just dropped the hammer on us now.
If you live in the United States, you are the “Evil Empire…” Your leaders kill millions and the media dresses up the crime in patriotism. We torture people (for God's sake). We issue death warrants on US citizens without trial. We are run amok. We spew radioactive munitions that will kill and maim the unborn for centuries to come as if it were baby powder. We justify killing common civilians of other countries in the name of protecting those very same civilians’ rights. We are the UBER Hypocrites.
Just as I would kill my own son to keep him from harming others, I pray to God that he punish America to stop the carnage we are spreading in this world. So am I indulging in disaster porn? Or am I just one pious man hoping that God will intercede in the interest of justice? Justice is right for right's sake and knows no national allegiance.
If I survive the storm, I will preach righteousness and reconciliation and be totally against the former status quo. Even So Lord, Come!
Good Luck
Here it is, slightly restated:
http://members.beforeitsnews.com/story/1179/683/The_END_OF_THE_WORLD,_as_we_know_it....html
Blammo! Ka-Bang! Boom! Bring it down… the sooner, the better! This is not because I personally want you, or me or anyone to die, or that I wish strife and tribulation on society… NO! Not at all…. (as I expect to perish in the melee…)
What I want is drastic change, the end to the “status quo…” The status quo is now so vile, so corrupt, so evil that just short of total disaster and world changing catastrophe, I do not see another way out of more of the same… bullshit wars, bankster theft, government corruption and the like that will only lead to worse suffering and degradation than what we would face if God just dropped the hammer on us now.
If you live in the United States, you are the “Evil Empire…” Your leaders kill millions and the media dresses up the crime in patriotism. We torture people (for God's sake). We issue death warrants on US citizens without trial. We are run amok. We spew radioactive munitions that will kill and maim the unborn for centuries to come as if it were baby powder. We justify killing common civilians of other countries in the name of protecting those very same civilians’ rights. We are the UBER Hypocrites.
Just as I would kill my own son to keep him from harming others, I pray to God that he punish America to stop the carnage we are spreading in this world. So am I indulging in disaster porn? Or am I just one pious man hoping that God will intercede in the interest of justice? Justice is right for right's sake and knows no national allegiance.
If I survive the storm, I will preach righteousness and reconciliation and be totally against the former status quo. Even So Lord, Come!
Good Luck
Here it is, slightly restated:
http://members.beforeitsnews.com/story/1179/683/The_END_OF_THE_WORLD,_as_we_know_it....html
Saturday, October 8, 2011
Rushing up the Fjord
Human consciousness is building, like a mega tsunami rushing up the fjord. Rising along the banks, mowing down the trees… unstoppable, inalienable and undeniable… it is here… I run into human people every day that speak of the zeitgeist of awareness. Old Ladies, young men, the odd acquaintance, the doctor, the patient, the expert, the laymen… they all know what the Fuck is Up. No need to compare notes, no need to question… the vibration is there…. Hello! I am what I am. You are what you are. Are you OK? If not, you better get right, because people will know… when the time comes. the change will be the truth....
Peace, love and do the right thing. Dig that…
Den
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
The Extra Bright Moon
Sitting here whatching THX-1138 tonight and wandered towards my room, when I noticed the Extra Bright Moon... WTF is up w/that? The moon is shinning like the sun... Neon White... Has the Sun Exploded? Or is it just me? The Moon does not shine that bright. Ever! Probably why there are cheamtrails over Colorado, where they never happen... the Sun's output is like, supercharged... don't you think?
You tell me... it (the Moon) is Creepy Bright. I am a Lunatic, watching the Moon all my life. It is a Weirding Moon Tonight. Super Bright. Half Full, but way bright. We are living in weird times, seeing weird things... Tell me I am wrong!
Den
You tell me... it (the Moon) is Creepy Bright. I am a Lunatic, watching the Moon all my life. It is a Weirding Moon Tonight. Super Bright. Half Full, but way bright. We are living in weird times, seeing weird things... Tell me I am wrong!
Den
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