Portal And Crisis Cultism

More and more I am seeing reactionary ‘crisis cultism’ out here. Rather than taking real issues head-on, intelligent people are relying on some sort of divine retribution. And that’s just fine and dandy for the tribe. They don’t truck with Karma. They don’t think for a moment that any magic is going to prevent them from bending you over for a buck. Those bastards. Ya know what? They are right. As the more and more the REAL “cult” predators rape the Gentile world…well, the law of averages dictates that a greater percentage of them will be caught in the act. But that doesn’t stop them as a whole from demanding your sphincter. And it doesn’t dissuade them. It does provide an element of danger and excitement for them, I suppose, as they fuck you and leave you for dead. Of course, such crimes, even if discovered, become little more than a blip on the radar screen that disappears on the next sweep of the needle. They see to that. And the blips, varying in size, keep on blipping. And no magic happens. There is no ghost-dance that will punish and disappear the evil-doers. Things just don’t work like that. The sooner we resign ourselves to this fact, the sooner we can get down to some serious ass-kicking. Getting down to playing their game that doesn’t contain any magic. Magic is fine in a theater. A tire-iron is much more effective in getting

your point across.

I know. I know. It is daunting to fight the monetary monster on his home court. The stands are filled with his fans and he has already paid off the officials. It would be nice to bring this Grendle to its knees with one bolt of righteous lightning from above…but it ain’t gonna happen that way. This is a game we are going to have to grind out with muscle and blood. Of course by the very nature of the beast’s playbook, he is going to expose himself to harm. And we are meant to use this to our advantage. But the key to this offense is us. Not metaphysics. Not waiting on or depending upon any help from an imagined balance of good versus evil that lives in the nether world, and that will intervene on our behalf. This kind of thinking is just what the monster wants from you. He knows to his very evil core that we have no such ally. We have us. And that is no bad thing. If we can put superstition behind us. There will be plenty of time to thank the ‘almighty whatever’, after we have won. I for one will be asking him where the hell he was in the second half when we could have used another player…but that’s as may be.
Buddhists, in their admirable meekness had their asses kicked out of their homeland, and Buddha didn’t seem to care. He didn’t intervene with his Karma. As a matter of fact, imperial governments throughout history have been fully aware that the thing that stops them in their hegemony is not divine. It isn’t an invisible force from above. It is a the very real force of the human body being stopped short by the force of gravity at the end of

a rope.
I just finished playing both “Portal” video games. I know…what is the timster doing playing games in times like these? Well, I have always been attracted to puzzles. Games that require critical thinking to solve. They sharpen one’s thinking skills. And hell, they are fun, dammit. 
Anyway these types of puzzle games teach a very real-world lesson, thinks I. Evil can be overcome in the real world. With EFFORT. Not resignation. You can’t win if you resign your game to some unseen balance. You will fall into the pit that the beast wants you in. I’m not talking about point-and-shoot vid games. Yawn. I want to use my brain(what little there is). It provides endless joy to outwit, and there have been few times in history as much as the present, that this skill is required of us all. Instead of on our knees, we should be at the drawing board. Nothing positive happens in these games, as well as real life, unless and until you make it happen with your brain. I like that. And so should you. You have a brain. Use it instead of cowering in the corner with your ‘faith’ that the bad guy will get his. That smacks of resignation. If metaphysical enthusiasts can cite an instance in history, in which divine intervention won the day for those seeking justice, I’ll eat this essay and the computer with which I type it.

The beast, whether she is named Gladios or or Israhell, does not play by the rules of imagined playing-field levelers in the sky. These beasts know better. Therefore they have the advantage on the kind hearts and meek outlook of the religious masses. They cheat. They know that right isn’t might. They have learned the reverse to be true.
We are indeed at yet another time of ‘crisis’. A time when those in power of most all governments of the world act without the mandate of their countryman. This is not a time to cower in the pews, or rely upon the faith that serves one in better times. This is a time to salute the JPTB the only way they understand.

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Suspect

As an adjective. The title of this little piece is meant to convey that the other things covered in alternative media, along with those juicy revelations that we all want to read about, may serve a bigger purpose. You know, those stories that expose our most profound suspicions. “Jew banker caught in money-laundering, kiddie-porn, slash-and-burn antics pleads guilty to lesser charge of chewing gum in class and receives two weeks probation from yiddish judge.” Well, the real journalists are here to give you the facts in the case and you can say “I told you so”. And you keep on reading. And you keep on watching. And although the rest of the day’s news is not quite so hard-hitting…well, you take it all in anyway because they just gave you what you wanted. But what of those other stories? Well, they are not so believable. And maybe…just maybe…they aren’t quite the ‘truth’ you came for in the first place. Maybe half truths. But as we all know, half is better than nothing. Right? Or is it?

I don’t know about you, but when someone deliberately lies to me about something important, they don’t get two more strikes. Noam Chomp-sky may prescribe just what this country needs when he describes D.C. as a “…chicken-shit town that should be burned to the ground”, but the rest of his message, is nothing more or less than talmudic controlled opposition. But he is out there for the liberal left to follow. Not us.
As you know, very few talking heads out here get it all right. But if they don’t, should we even listen to anything they have to say? When they deviate from what we understand as fact, should we buy the whole package, when most are half-truths? Good question. If I agreed 100% with an alternative journalist…well, they would be me. No one agrees with anyone else completely on everything. But the important issues…ah, there’s the rub.

So, if I am told by some truth-seeker that he/she has uncovered a plot that explains why the hell we are unhappy as a species, well it gives me pause. You know me. As a rule, I will not listen to any jew explain anything to me…with very few exceptions. I have this rule, because the very nature of that religion is half-truths. And if a member of that tribe has gotten his words or countenance out there, well their message is already suspect. No matter what the content. So I deal with the suspicion. 
Some out here vilify Gilad Atzmon. I can understand that. He is not only jewish, but was raised in that terrorist camp in Palestine. He was a member of the IDF. He understands the bestial behaviour of judaism more than most. He says he is no longer a ‘jew’. And yet he cannot bring himself to completely disavow that gutter religion. He fights for Palestinian rights. He points out the political identity of jews. He points out the half-truths and hypocritical nature of ‘jews-only’ organizations purportedly standing up for Palestine. But you will never hear the candor of a Helen Thomas telling the jews to “get the hell out of Palestine” coming from him. You will never hear him call for the complete dismantling of that Satan-state. You will never hear him advocate for the abolition of that tribe. He will relate all that his ‘former’ tribe members have done in the name of that disgusting dynasty, and yet that is where he stops. But to me, this is the fine line between what an activist says, does, and doesn’t do.

Although he doesn’t advocate my solution to the ‘jewish question’, he does not advocate against it. And he is a valuable asset for having been part of that zionist tribe and is now calling them out. And I have yet to hear a half-truth from him. And until I do, I will not refrain from listening to him. If for nothing else, watching him grapple with his conscience about the obvious conclusions of his stance on the ‘jewish question’. He calls for all jews to ‘apologize’ to the Gentile world for their transgressions, and some rightfully question the severity of his indictment. But to me, he is the perfect microcosm of what every cultural jew must endure and come to terms with. That their religion has no redeeming qualities whatsoever. For anyone. Not them. And certainly not the rest of the world. It is not subject to the tolerance and polite inclusiveness that other religions enjoy. For it brings nothing positive to the table. Nothing. 
But that’s as may be.
We were talking about suspicion. And fine lines. There is a very fine line between something/someone that is suspect and paranoia. But I see my no-jew rule as more a precaution. Generally speaking, I don’t place my thumb under a swinging hammer. But there may come a time when such an action may have its advantages. I can’t think of any at the moment, but I’ll get back to you on that. Hammers are suspect in my book. As are jewish talking heads. I have been on the receiving end of both, and I don’t really care for it.

So, when Abby Martin presents a brilliant piece explaining the benefits of bitcoin, and her next guest is some jewess going on and on about abortion ‘rights’….well, take heed. If George Galloway seems to be championing every cause about which you feel passionate, and in the next breath is glorifying Karl Marx…well, don’t say I didn’t tell you so.
Don’t be paranoid. Be suspicious.