Read the following article at your own peril. It is not for the serious-minded. It is essentially just whining. I do a lot of that if you aren’t a regular…but this is even whinier than normal for me. It’s just a few unorganized thoughts that I should organize when I get some time. I will. I will sit down and write a Pulitzer prize winning essay on the state of mankind…all from these random thoughts. Later. Until then, the following.
Helen Thomas gave an interview to a jew at Playboy. Terrorists are now rebels because the top yiddish bankers want to move into a town where they know they aren’t welcome. The press is downplaying the danger of a nuclear meltdown in Japan. Jewess Natalie Portman garnered her Oscar for a computer generated performance in “Black Swan” literally on the back of a truly talented Gentile dancer. A gay biographer has released a “secret” tidbit about deceased actor James Dean. Both left and right are now touting “democracy”. Well…that’s nice. At least they are on the same page. Sigh. I can barely breathe for all the bullshit.
There has to be a point. A moment where the world goes “Hey…wait a minute!” One lie too many. There has to be that exact moment when even the most clueless among us…well, gets a clue. Doesn’t there? I mean how stupid can you be? The most inane things are coming out of mouths these days. Blah blah blah…it never ceases. Lies, innuendo, half-truths, fraud….when will it all end?
I’m sure these observations have been made of the world for about ten to twenty thousand years.
I can imagine conspiracy theorists and official news sources at loggerheads over who really killed Julius Ceaser. Things don’t change much. Turn on your TV or go to the Colosseum. ‘Bout the same thing. Blood sport. Entertainment. Diversion.
I should write something. I should let them know that I ain’t buyin it, but I think they already figured that out. I should help others distinguish between lies and facts. I should. I should do it today. But I tire of trying to think for others. I don’t know how the ruling kosher klass does it 24/7. I am tired of the human species and their gullibility. I don’t want to be human anymore. I would rather be something simpler. A animal lower on the evolutionary scale. Single-minded. Get food, sleep and play. That’s about all I can handle lately…I might as well have fur and be much shorter in the bargain. I don’t care much what kind of animal…just one that doesn’t have to think too much. Maybe a squirrel. Yeah. Screw, play…run around…gather nuts(I’m good at that). They don’t worry about moral rectitude or righteous indignation. Don’t fathom their own mortality. Don’t seek spiritual guidance. Can’t be herded or be indentured slaves.
I was looking around a store that I was in today. Waiting in line. I noticed the stickers you get to write your name on when you donate to some charity. You know…for some disease. Usually a jewish-funded one. Anyway, someone had written “Hunter S. Thompson” on one, and in the same hand another with: “Charles Bukowski”. That’s nice. The clerk didn’t understand when I asked him if these two fellows had been in recently, and if it was then a possibility that they weren’t really dead. He just said “huh?”. That’s what I get for saying something. Same thing I get when I write…more often than not. Oh well. No harm done, I guess. I just always feel the need to make the effort. To say something. To write something. Squirrels probably don’t get that urge. I’m sure there are no kosher squirrels. Lucky bastards.
It’s like this “effort”. I really have nothing to express today but desperation of a quiet kind. Not running out in the street screaming at the top of my lungs about NWO’s or ashkanazi cabals, but with almost the same level of disgust. Just not as much energy.
It bothers me that clerks don’t generally know who Gonzo was. But I shouldn’t let it. It shouldn’t bother me that Helen Thomas has lost untold decades of pure journalistic fervor…stolen by an abhorrent tribe of selfish shit-heads. But it does. I should write something about this, and I do.
But I would still rather be a squirrel. That’s it. I will be the first anthropomorphized antisemitic squirrel to win the coveted Pulitzer prize. Look out world.
Nah. That’s a jewish prize anyway…