As you are well aware, I was cured of the debilitating disease of media-consumerism as a youth. I took the cure. I quit. Haven’t gone back. Won’t. I can breathe out here and there are no somnombulant hours of which I can recall nothing of substance because of sitting motionless on a couch in the evenings. What caused me to do this was an odd quirk of fate. I got a life. Yep, I saw one on sale…and having to have the latest and greatest…I bought it. The time I spent living this spanking brand-new life left little time for staring endlessly at bright screens. At the time to me, it wasn’t really a conscious choice to opt out of what I now know to be talmudic conditioning propaganda. I just never seemed to have the time. I couldn’t cough up those required six hours a day. I was too busy fightin’ and fuckin’. Readin’ and writin’…so to speak. Living. Working. Interacting with people and my environs. And experiencing life outside the tube.
Now, I don’t recommend this lifestyle for everyone. Oh, gawd no. If you haven’t given up such TV matters at a rather early age…well, life without it would probably bore you to tears. You wouldn’t know what to do with yourselves. You would have very little fear of strangers; would have to make judgements for yourself; take my word for it…you couldn’t handle it. I used to have a friend that was similarly afflicted as myself…out of the media loop…and when he would visit his Mother, he always noticed that her clocks were never running. They had all stopped by virtue of not being wound or having run out of DC power long ago. She told time by the sun. Well, at least a bright object that mimicked the sun’s arc. The television in the corner. It shone when the sun beamed and went dark and reassured her of which glorious country she lived in at the end of the broadcast day. It was always half-passed “Days of Our Lives”, or a quarter to “Family Ties”. She knew what time it was by deciphering what images were on the screen, in relation to what was in the code book…the TV guide. His Mother didn’t get out much. Staggering, to say the least. But I don’t want to talk about that.
I saw a horrible movie the other day. On my computer. I don’t do TV, as you know. It was a bad attempt at a science-fiction think piece.
“The Penitent Man”. I do not recommend it. It was atrociously pretentious, full of logic missteps, vanity…you name it…very few oft made mistakes of film were left out of this stinker. However.
It did have an interesting notion woven into its childish message. The main character was a man that had stumbled onto the secret of time-travel. OMG! How many times since H.G. Wells has this tired old theme been explored? But before this character had perfected a way to travel back in years…he had invented the technology to “see” history. That intrigued me. Not just the possibility to witness history as it really happened, on a screen…but the fact that the writers of this tale had envisioned exactly what this would cause when it became a consumer product. Chaos. When Christians could see for themselves that in the year zero…there was nothing in the middle-east but ignorant goatherds. No Jesus. They lost faith in everything they had always lived by. Similarly, seeing that there was no Buddha, the Quran was just a fairy-tale etc… would add to the hopelessness of the world’s religious When people would go back to Dealey Plaza on their time-screens and witness the fact that JFK was not killed by a ‘lone nut gunman’,(and various other false-flag events in history), all government propaganda fell apart. Anyone could witness the greed and avarice throughout the tenure of man on earth. Even back to the slime crawling onto the shores. This new screen caused unimagined horrors. And on and on.
Interesting notion. And an accurate prediction of the results that such a technology would produce, I believe.
Someone once said concerning ‘science fiction’, that anything man can imagine, can and will be accomplished. Heaven help us.
So I am reading the jew-news on a mainstream site(I like to keep an eye on what the enemy is planning and pushing). Everything there seemed to be concentric to a tube-knowledge. Considering that I don’t know anything about “Kardashians”, when the VP said he felt like one of them…and knowing that this surname is probably Armenian…well, I had to assume by just reading the headline that he felt as if he was a victim of genocide. Not so Bucko. He was talking about celebrity. And yes, that old nemesis…television. Go figure. I think this shit has gone too far.
In case you get ALL of your information on the propaganda screen…not the aforementioned ‘truth screen’…the Armenians(approx two million) were slaughtered by the jewish Turks way back at the beginning of the 20th century. I don’t think you will see that on the history channel. Now we have those of Armenian descent occupying popular culture. And as jewish sex-symbols no less. I cannot even address the irony of some things. Oh brother.
I don’t feel like trying to keep up with the Kardashians. I feel more like their ancestors. I feel that the same tribal ultimatum has been issued me…the jew’s way or the highway. Is that the same?
So here is to the invention of the ‘truth screen’, the chaos and revolt it can bring, and to the death of the ‘untruth screen’ to which you are all addicted. I’ve about had it with keeping up.