I’m not even going to dwell for a second on the latest Trump News, not even the Republicans’ despicable use of the ghastly and unfortunately conceived “Kathy Griffin photo” for their recruiting campaign, by which they perpetuate the image forever!
Ugh! Disgusting! How low can you go?
Is there “fair news” anywhere? News you can actually trust?
It’s very clear. You can’t trust the news, not ANY news, from ANY source, under ANY conditions, so why bother to watch it, listen to it, or read it?
First and foremost, remember that ALL POLITICIANS LIE. All lawyers lie. All political appointees have something to gain. All news agencies and outlets have viewers and sponsors, and they have to put out the crap that their people will engorge themselves upon, which means garbage, garbage, garbage. Discuss.
Forget about it.
I personally refuse to watch the news from now on. Period, and I recommend you do the same, and pass it on. There’s no hope for eggheads in this brainless neanderthalic “Age of Trump”. Just shine it on. Forget the news. Pay no attention to it.
If anything happens that’s close enough for you to react to it, you’ll know about it. Trust me.
In the meantime, while you’re waiting to be taken away to the labor camps to work on infrastructure as a state slave or you somehow escape the fury of the raging mob, you might feel the heat just a little, to get on with it.
I’m hoping that the Clear & Present Danger lights a firecracker under your ass.
This is the time, Kato.
Check out my super-spiffy stuff on cafe press, things like:
This “Dark Figure in the Mist” is Barbara, composing her new book, “Every Day a Holy Day”, which is a best-seller on our book list with dozens of reprintings, and IT ISN’T EVEN IN THE CATALOG YET and hasn’t been marketed or promoted!!!
It is destined to be a big seller, and YOU can help get it out there! Ask Yanesh how to make this happen!
Whattaya think, huh? Mighty nice, if you ask me, and it comes with the chain, too!
I’m headed over to the chuck wagon for some grub, and I’ll be moseying off to the cayuse, meaning the ICW, where we’ll talk more about this, and about blue lining, movement training, levitation training and more.
You’re gonna get compliments and questions about this messenger bag featuring Barbara!
Okay, I’d better dash, or miss the hot sausage and scrambled eggs! I’m kidding, of course. It’s the usual vegan fare, of which I never tire.
It’s a simple task to convert any liquid to its magical equivalent, such as Lourdes healing water, or making wine into the blood of Christ, as any local neighborhood Catholic priest is trained and licensed to do.
It’s such a serious matter that the wafers, once converted to the Body of Christ, are kept in the church in a locked vault until they are needed for the Holy Mass, lest they be stolen for use in a dark ceremony or worse.
What can be worse? You don’t want to know the depths of barbarity and animalism into which humans can easily sink, but one example of that is the CovFeFe Phenomenon, started by Trump’s now-famous tweet, “Despite the constant negative press covfefe”.
Everyone thought he’d delete the obvious typo, but six hours went by, and he hadn’t, so the speculation about the true meaning of “covfefe” went wildly around the Beltway tweeting bird population.
They never thought to look online, or they’d have found my videogame, “CovFeFe”, which celebrates “Cafe” with “Cavfefe”, meaning “Cafe Press”, of course. Continue reading →
To those who have complained about my recent blogs:
What don’t you get about “I don’t hate Trump”???
To put it bluntly, are you ignorant, unable to read, or just plain stupid?
Either you mis-read my blogs on the subject, or you didn’t read them altogether. Maybe you just read a portion of one blog? Perhaps you’re just too politicized to hear simple straightforward words that describe something plain and simple, or you might be unable to understand literary English when you encounter something above the level of Preschool.
You might be far too comfortable with slick political lies.
Far from hating Trump, I think he’s the best thing for the art market since Jackie Kennedy, and I intend to put fashions and jewelry out there in this high-end historic market as soon as I can.
Trump is for me a great opportunistic comedy target. What the fuck don’t you understand about that? I suppose you think that if I play MacBeth, I have murder on my mind all the time?
So what about Trump? Do I hate him? No, I don’t. Do I like him? What’s to like???
If several people had not rather loudly complained — one of whom asked if I’d gone mad — I would have titled this article “Art Market Recovers to 1980s Levels!”, but because of either inattention, blind loyalty to Trumpism — which in itself is no worse than McCarthyism — or just plain inability to grasp the meaning of my words, I had to give the first part of this blog over to explaining once again that I am NOT against Trump, nor do I hate Trump, nor am I blind to his attraction for his support base.
His support base is insisting that there’s no there there.
The reasoning is that since there is no evidence of collusion, there is no collusion, which earns a very high reading on the Stupidity Scale.
Every investigation starts out with no evidence, but there must be probable cause, which is NOT evidence of wrongdoing or criminal activity, merely a signal that something needs to be looked at by professional unbiased investigators.
The Rabble-Rouser alarmists at FOX News grab their own headlines — “Attempted Coup”. Do you folks at FOX News have any sense of karma? Do you realize that words like that could result in someone grabbing up a gun and…
Oh, I get it. You WANT an incident to happen. Why didn’t you say so in the first place? And you’re right — there’s no better excuse to call out the National Guard than an eruption of angry mobs looking for victims to beat up and kill, businesses to burn to the ground and neighborhoods to disrupt and destroy for years to come.
That will someday be the legacy of FOX News.
Myself, I want no part of any of it. I’m merely trying to show you how to write a protest song, a comedy routine and a lot of other things related to this wonderful situation. It’s the most historic time you’ll ever live through in this lifetime, do you realize that?
Maybe that’s enough to get your full attention, maybe not.
The fact is that business will get better and better with a Republican government, and I’m all for that. The art market is important to me, because with the sale of high-end art, I can raise the $1.4 million I need to set up my Alternative Health Care Healing Temple here in Grass Valley, and I hope to set them up all over the country.
THIS IS THE TIME TO SET THESE UP.
By the time the people who are in a position to donate the money for this project, the time will have slipped away, and many people will die.
I have a solution — make a People’s Health Care Temple, with spiritual healing practices. Forget about allopathic medicine, because the allopathic doctors have failed us.
The Pharmaceutical companies have failed us and shown themselves to be untrustworthy and unethical, driving prices up because they can.
The Insurance sector is the group of greedy bastards that are driving the nails in our coffins day by day, eroding our health care and keeping coverage tantalizingly just out of reach.
Won’t you donate generously to this project?
With YOUR help and the help of thousands of others on the ground-floor street-level neighborhood project, we can save millions of lives.
The spirit rules the body. I have shown over the years that it is possible to enlist the aid of angels for healings, and I will continue to show people how to achieve this partnership with higher forces.
I will be selling high-end art, antiques and other treasures donated for this purpose. If you have a collection, please send it so I can sell it and use the money to support this project.
A beautiful Greek style temple has become available and it would be perfect for the purpose. There is more than adequate parking — some 300 spaces — and it is located in the high-end district, making an art gallery and gift shop an attractive idea, along with a coffee shop for gallery or temple visitors.
I envision a full-time staff and full access, which is expensive, but I’ll worry about that part. You take care of the building. $1.4 million will do it, and you won’t be hearing much else from me until this happens, because a LOT of lives are at stake here, and we can do a LOT of good!
I intend to hire professional health care and nutrition staffers, specialists in addiction problems and more, but we will NOT use or depend on government help for this project.
We are on our own.
I have in the bank at the moment about $150, with which I’ll start the ball rolling. It doesn’t take a millionaire or billionaire to make this project happen, just YOUR participation, multiplied a thousand times or ten thousand times, and that will happen, hopefully soon, before the need becomes overwhelming and we run out of time.
There is a deadline.
I didn’t set the deadline, nobody did. It’s just there. We need to buy and restore this beautiful temple, and that’s going to take some time. We need to find the thousands to donate toward this project, and for that, we can’t afford much time.
The people who help with this project will earn a great deal of Spiritual Merit.
Merit counts more than anything else toward graduation, the time when the constraints are off, and your spirit is free to return to the stars.
You’ll never have another spiritual merit opportunity like this.
Thanks to Trump, the art market has opened up, and there’s a LOT of buyer interest. I have at my disposal an entire art, antiques and antiquities gallery, and there’s more than enough paintings in the collection to raise the cash several times over.
I’d rather not sell my Jackson Pollock — it was a gift, and can’t be verified by IFAR, so it’s worthless on the market, but is genuine nevertheless. I have an original DeKooning, in fact two DeKoonings, and hundreds of original Chagall, Matisse, Toulouse-Lautrec and Renoirs, plus one original Renoir unique work on paper that should cover the cost of the temple all by itself, if there’s a buyer out there.
I’ll sell ANYTHING in the collection, because this project MUST happen. If you have an ounce of Bodhisattva in you, you won’t turn your back on those who need this alternative health care or get no help at all.
Please give what you can, and talk to others about this project. If we make it work, it can go nationwide.
Every other country in the world has some alternative for the very poor, but not the United States. Join me in this effort. Your help is needed.
“Crazy Nut-Job Trump” is what they’re gonna call him when he gets taken away in a strait-jacket, and he more than deserves the name. All his wounds are self-inflicted. Nothing would have happened had he not gone on the attack and fired Comey, haw, haw — pardon me, Clarence, while I laugh.
And the most precious moment in the unfolding reality-show, “POTUS” came when we learned that the President of the United States actually confessed on camera to what looks like a high crime and misdemeanor to the casual observer.
I won’t go into details here, just suffice it to say that THE EXPERIMENT is going well. I’ll give you an important new exercise — new for you, if you’re not among the Initiates in our Order of High Dudgeon — which will help you to achieve the First Goal,
Unmasking The Sim
The Unmasking Process can be triggered by a simple application of an age-old mime and stage comedy technique called “Doubling”. I’ll explain how it’s done: Continue reading →
Several Congresspeople got on the news channels last night after the appointment of the Special Counsel, and said that if Trump were able to keep his mouth shut, he’d be better off. No sooner had they said that, when Trump characteristically and obsessively-compulsively tweeted that “This is the Greatest Witch-Hunt in History!”
This is the same guy that, when a staffer wants him to pay especial attention to a written briefing, will include the name “Trump” somewhere within the target paragraph.
A common complaint among politicians who have the guts to speak out is that there’s no grownup in the room.
Trump is petulant, quick to anger, vengeful, suspicious and given to psychotic interludes in which everyone is plotting against him.
No matter — he gave me a hell of an idea for a name for my newest latest videogame, so I’m entitling it “Greatest Witch Hunt Ever!!!” and it’ll be available for download as soon as I can finish the last scene, and get it through the edit-and-test committee, which is Grishy and myself, so probably by this weekend I’ll have it up & running.
This is a NON-VIOLENT game, a game of chance and skill and in some areas a bit of superlative mouse-handling, plus a system of puzzles — you must correctly guess the nature and location of the HIDDEN WITCH, but can only deduce this from hints given by a series of HIDDEN MASTERS & GUIDES.
You are expected to UNMASK a series of hidden keys, mysteries, occult lessons and teaching entities are featured, all for the low, low price of only $6.99.
If you want to help disseminate this game, why not buy some of these for a few friends, or send a friend to our goddgames.com website.
As you probably already know from the CNN, FOX & CNBC news media, I’m a visitor on “Guest” status with the U.S. Government, from the 37th century.
Oh, not your 37th century. You live in a SIM — a World-Simulation — and SIMS don’t have time, not in the sense you’re thinking of it.
Here in the 37th century, I’m enrolled as a sophomore in high school — More Science High — and I have a small grade problem. I’m presently carrying a D-Minus, slightly lower than a plain D Minus.
My classroom participation rated me an A+ and I have my hand in the air all the time at a pop quiz, don’t you?
I get A and A+ test scores all the time, but that’s dragged down slightly by an “F” in homework — I’ve yet to crack a textbook or do a homework assignment, because when I get home, I have a responsibility to my online clan to defend the base until dinner time.
It’s time for us poor folks to learn how to live without doctors, medicine, hospitals and clinics, because all the money for that is going into billionaires’ pockets, including Donald “Take Advantage” Trump & Associates, but don’t worry, their time will come.
In the meanwhile, why not take advantage of the fact that you are living in these computer times, although we’re still only in the beginning stages of the computer-driven world of tomorrow — robots and nanotech, hypersonic and lightspeed personal vehicles and full-immersion video gaming, pocket tech and phone, pad, tab and flat hardware and incredible levels of new software that goes beyond the impossible.
That’s the new world in a nutshell and, although part of this new world is a notable absence of healthcare for the poor and middle class — which is us — there is also a new world of video applications and quantum mechanics.
My new healthcare plan depends upon both, because I just can’t afford a doctor without some healthcare plan other than “I Plan Not To Get Sick A Lot”, which is my current plan.
Hoping not to get sick is not much of a healthcare plan, I admit, but it is one that, on ZERO income and ZERO medical insurance other than basic medicaire, I’m screwed, to say the least, if I want standard mainstream healthcare.
Fortunately, I don’t. I have zero faith in doctors, especially the ones who grow rich keeping you alive while you’re waiting to die.
The situation is hopeless. A Republican congress will never give the poor a break — we all know that.
We also know that on BOTH sides of the aisle, those bastards are 90% Politician and 10% Patriotic, so the votes will ALWAYS go along party lines, not conscience, and that in a nutshell is why the vote in Council went against survival for the human species, and I know I’m going to get a storm of angry letters when my asteroid smacks into the Earth fairly soon, but believe me, I know what I’m doing.
Ants are better.
Hell, compared to humans, I’d take superintelligent ants anytime. I’m betting on the hardiest survivor of them all, the cockroach, to ascend the food chain to victory in the species department, but I’m not allowed to reset the species button.
How To Remember Yourself
Remembering yourself is easy, if you know yourself. You then merely locate your self and point.
Remembering Yourself is a little more difficult. First, you have to have the idea in the first place, then you have to define what you mean by “self” and “remembering”, and finally, you need some guidance to learn the basics of Self-Remembering.
Suffice it to say that it’s enough for the purpose at hand to remember — and for YOU to remember — that I’m a visitor here in the 21st century, a time-traveler, if you like, from the 37th century.
Actually, time isn’t what you think it is.
Every time-frame sits motionless in the bank, until an Observer ticks it off and activates the chains associated with that time-space discontinuum — the one your Cursor is in now.
Your Cursor is able to shake its fist at the sky and yell “shit!”, hence the name, “Cursor”. I went a long, long way for that gag. I hope you appreciate it.
So it will help to remember that I am a 37th century history student at More Science High, here in the capital city of Mahzhong, home of the Great Mother Slime Mold and the chicken capital of Upper Caledonia, a country founded by a famous typesetter named “Clarendon Smith”, of New New Washington, the city built right directly on the smoking ruins of Old Washington, during your Fourth or Fifth World War, I forget which.
I hate having to remember names, dates and places accurately, which is why I’m carrying a D-Minus, actually an F+, average here in school.
If I get an “A+” on my Term Report, my grade will zoom right up to D+, and I’ll be able to graduate high school.
I’m hoping to be accepted into Wassamatta U., my college of choice, where I can study my favorite subject, Universal 3D Design, with Professor Wasserman, the most popular Remote Viewing Professor on the college campus.
Of course, I haven’t yet visited the actual university, yet — I’m not allowed to cross the street by myself.
So it’s raining here, where I am, and I’m stuck for the next two hours of Objective Time here in the History Department Time Lab, where I’m seated at the controls of the BioTime History Sim, typing away on the little keyboard in the Earth Sim you call “home”.
All Phenomena is Illusion. That goes double inside a History Sim.
Part of my Self-Remembering is that I am actually sitting here at the History Sim, not dwelling or moving about inside it, within the time-bind that creates the illusion of 21st century Earth.
Another part of my Self-Remembering is that it’s all an illusion, and that the illusion is controlled by numbers, zeros and ones, and that I can call them off and use my skills in ordering them and creating a variety of combinations with them.
I can create gateways to any worlds I wish to visit.
With my crystal and radio technology, I can create my own healthcare plan which, along with a good diet, lots of fresh air and sunlight, but not to excess, and of course a discipline of prayer and meditation, assures a long and healthy and productive life.
Sure, there are aches and pains, but thanks to our Republican friends in congress, you’ll be able to learn how to handle all your miseries with magic, or they won’t get handled at all.
If politicians had their way, they’d take our prayer and meditation and spirit healing away from us, like they take everything else, but they can’t, at least not yet, not so long as the Constitution is still in force.
Oh, NOW you get it. Yep, if someone can break the basic American Institutions, the Constitution will be suspended, leaving Donald Trump in charge.
Create Your Own Magic Healing Altar
Medical insurance??? You have to be kidding. We HAVE no medical insurance, just as we have no retirement fund, and we’ve lost our own homes and our IRA fund when the Big Bailout happened a few years back, and everyone I know is in that same situation.
There’s nothing left for Old Age. Retirement is out of the question, and going to work from 9 to 5 has become impossible.
That’s when you have to find an alternative to mainstream medicine, and I offer Prayer Power as a possible solution.
Keep your medical insurance, you butt-faced moron politicians. We don’t need no friggin’ medical insurance. We don’t need no doctors. We don’t need no medicine. Just get out of our faces and leave us our Angelic Prayer Power Healing Medicine Wheel.
Did I mention that Donald Trump is not only crazy, he’s also stupid?
I grossly underestimated the level of bone that sits inside his otherwise quite empty skull. He fired the head of the FBI, right in the middle of a counterespionage investigation that included Trump and his staffers and aides, then he said it was because Comey had been “mean to Hillary”, although Trump royally abused the quote from Comey to get himself elected.
How stupid is that???
When you take away the voice of the people, they take to the streets.
In his “You’re Fired!” letter — acutely reminiscent of his television reality series in which he fired employees whenever the fit came over him — which was never delivered directly to Comey, Trump “casually mentions” that although he was exonerated three times when he met with the director on three separate occasions with FBI Director Comey, NO SUCH MEETINGS TOOK PLACE, and Comey would have been in direct violation of the law had he said such a thing to Trump at that time.
When the shit piles up too high to walk over it, and the piles of shit are too close together to walk between them, you’re in seriously deep shit. What’s happening out there is NOT about politics. It’s NOT about religion, and it’s definitely NOT about health care or women’s issues.
It’s simply time for the peasants to prove that they are revolting, always have been and always will be revolting. Why can’t the downtrodden just stay down? That’s the Smerconish Response — just shut up and take it on the jaw — liberals should lie down & die.
I’m not a leftist, nor a rightist. This isn’t even my goddam planet, monkey descendant. Frankly, I think you’re all fucking nuts, and I’m not at all happy to be living here among you, watching you squabble and fight over crumbs, while the fat ones glut themselves on your food, and drink your wine, while you writhe in hunger and the pain of betrayal.
Other than that, I could give a shit what happens here.
Suffering and pain is easy to repair. Misery and heartache and guilt and recrimination and fear and horror and disgust are harder to deal with, but manageable. It’s the marketing angles I can’t figure out, and I’m looking for some help here.
I’m here to finish a history project. As an alcohol-intolerant, I’m damned if I can figure out just how the hell I’m supposed to determine exactly which bar was the location of the fist-fight that ended history, I don’t know, but here I am to tell the tale.
I’m supposed to leave notes that can be found and dug up back in the 37th century, but I have to be careful not to leave them where there’s too much radiation, and I can’t remember where the airbursts went off, or that is, are going to go off, in the Western states, although I do remember that I was surprised at the cities that were hit. Continue reading →