ICKEOLOGY

My son gave me a copy of David Icke's latest book as a Father's Day gift. I ordinarily don't subscribe to Mother's Day, much less Father's Day, but for some odd reason I'm not opposed to accepting gifts for any reason. Maybe it is a made-up holiday they won't pay you for, but it always falls on a Sunday and Sunday is a good day to goof off. Hallmark appreciates your business, by the way, but not as much as they used to when they sponsored some of the best tearjerkers to ever see the small screen.

Getting back to David Icke, his name is spelled like Ike as in Eisenhower. I like Ike. You have to explain this to people because if they've never heard his last name pronounced, they might think it is pronounced “Icky” or “Eehhcckky!” as in the thought of giant lizards controlling the world is really icky stuff.

If this were “Ikeology,” our paradigm might only include the beliefs of the self-professed Son of God himself. However evolved Mr. Icke thinks he is, his belief spectrum is just a teeny tiny perturbation in the galactic spectrum of beliefs. Why limit a new field of pseudo-science to the knowledge of only one man? I say anything that makes me go, “Ick” goes in the icky set.

As for the book, it solidly documents most of the mess we're in. Icke glosses over financial truths, perhaps because he lacks understanding of the technical details economists focus on. I think he grasps the simple truth that money isn't money, but he doesn't spend as much time on the subject of money as he does his lizards.

Yes. Lizards rule us. Remember the big banner that fell down at the end of Jurassic Park?

“Dinosaurs rule the Earth!”

Well, it's not quite that simple. You can't see the lizards unless you're very unlucky and about to become a blood sacrifice on the alter of Moloch, the giant owl god. Owls eat lizards so I reckon Moloch is not someone you want to be messing with.

It would all be hilarious except Icke makes a very good case for the possibility that some sort of “fourth-dimensional entity” that resembles a reptile possesses the body of anyone of any prominence. Maybe not everyone, but a surprising many of the movers and shakers of world society.

Everyone important is related to either “blue blood” or “Jew blood.” If you're a Rothschild or a descendant of the good king Charlemagne, your life can be anything you want it to be as long as you remember your roots.. I'm sure Charlie was a real keeper, but if you're not related to him, you have no hope of becoming president of virtually anything.

The Jewish side of the wealth equation is pretty obvious. Imagine for a second that Secretary Paulson had been named Palsoni, Federal Reserve Chairman Bernanke had been named Bernancini, and Goldman-Sachs were named Gambino-Squitieri? Would anyone question the presence of the mob?

The Jewish Mob is one faction vying for world control. There are others including the lowly American Patriot, hoping to restore his right to own a thermonuclear weapon. There is probably a market for mini-nukes that only take out one house in a neighborhood. As you might guess from their capital portfolios, the mobster can leverage a lot of money toward laws he wants, while the Patriot can't even leverage his one vote. He's lucky if it's counted, much less matters.

Imagining the true rulers of the world as lizards instead of men excuses too much of their reptilian behavior. Animals and reptiles have ruled the world for too long. The madness the world seems bent to pursue will only create hell on earth. Total world domination by lizards from outer space might be excusable, but allowing mere mortals such control is a reprehensible rift in the theory of public trust.

If you toss the first two chapters and the last one, Icke's book is a strategic guide to his other books and to additional sources of information. David likes connecting dots and he performs a yeoman's job of identifying the way the “elite” (whom I call “Creeple”) not only control the world but profit immensely by doing so. Given the co-ordinates from David Icke, you soon learn to read the daily news in a different way.

Almost anything can fit into Ickeology if you think about it long enough. But, at the same time, the theory demands an inherent acceptance of anything genuinely Icke. Full adherence to Ickeology would include a belief that lizards possess the bodies of powerful and famous people.

Just as a Christian is free to believe some of the Bible, but admonished for not believing certain things like homosexuals should not be stoned to death, an Ickeologist is free to toss anything he doesn't agree with for any reason. Take what you like and leave the rest is David's motto and ours too. Bugger the rest.

The funny thing about all of this is that the world starts to make perfect sense if you believe it is being run by seven foot reptiles from a galaxy far, far away. Crank back just a hair to a world run by self-centered psychopaths and you get pretty much the same picture without the lizard scales.

A simpleton can see the game is rigged for the rich and powerful once Icke points it out. I doubt the world is ruled by lizards, but I'm willing to keep an open mind. Same as Jesus, really.

Not even David Icke believes in Ickeism. Religions are elaborate frauds in Ickeology, and yet so many students take what Icke says as gospel. It must be the Rothschilds on top, because it has always been thus. Banking and Royalty, or perhaps, Royalty and then Banking and then mere mortals. Businessmen and thieves every one of them excepting a bare few.

There is no doubt that power comes from money and money is connected to ancient bloodlines. Most of it is ancient money, stolen long ago by the new heir's great-great-granduncle. Move along, don't dally in my finances. We pay handsomely for discretion.

I imagine we all have a little reptilian in us, one way or another. Our Hyde to hide from polite society. A fetus has a tail at one point, doesn't it? Icky is people with real tails. It happens, right?

I don't think you can make it a full-blown religion and I wonder how the Supreme Court might interpret the right to be a religion unto yourself. An ideology, a paradigm a way of thinking. One thing leads to another and pretty soon someone is spilling his guts for amnesty and a high seven figures. The religion business can be deadly serious.

Anyway, once you grok the idea that giant lizards run the show, its easy see how all the events of the day are interconnected and controlled by the reptilian cartel. They control virtually everything already and the few concerns they don't concern themselves with don't count for hardly concerns at all. There's some little guys, that's all. Lots of them. Maybe too many.

Whoever is behind the curtain doesn't want to be seen. They operate in secret by controlling the elections of various national “rulers.” The exact power structure and cost of attainment differs from one country to the next but the United States is one of the most expensive nations to entertain. Now that we've learned to count in trillions, how long before we ponder quadrillions and beyond?

How long can this constant money devaluation continue before someone figures it out and pulls the plug? Look at Italy, they just lopped off a few zeroes and continued on in bankruptcy. Will the good old USA ever repay the banks the money that was stolen from us plus interest? Fat chance.

Someone has to step forward and just say the game is over, they ain't paying anyone anything until this whole mess is straightened out. The common man, the average Joe, the man and woman on Main Street are feeling a tight pinch, what with losing the house and the job and the savings and all, but they're Merkins and they'll struggle on. Despite the obvious money scams exposed every day, the average person continues to believe everything's a fair shake until he tries to contact his insurer.

It looks to me like someone just has to say “Nope.” I was incapacitated by a bad case of irrational exuberance and deceptively oversimplified algorithms. If only the computer models had been more complex, more realistic, then we wouldn't have destroyed the world! Bwhah!

But the economic reality is that the world has been destroyed and there's nothing anyone can do about it at this point. Everybody's broke and scamming to make off with other people's money.

The powers that be are looking for a quick reboot of the economic system with themselves still in charge. It looks like they're going to get what they want – John Q. Public is still embarrassingly ignorant of his plight. Banks, trillions, OK!

Anyway, try the Icke paradigm for a week and see for yourself how obviously reptiles rule the earth.

BABY HORRORS

Baby girl cut from Darlene Haynes' womb found alive.

The Devil told Otty Sanchez to eat her baby boy.

Korena Roberts cut Heather Snively’s baby from her womb.

These three horrendous stories inside two months! What possesses people to do such things?

Two young women gutted, their babies stolen – and another young mother eating her child?

I am a pretty jaded individual who doesn't get squeamish at the sight of blood or reports of atrocities, but this stuff is really sickening to me. What kind of person whacks a baby out of its mother's womb? What kind of mother kills her baby and then eats its brain? I had a cat that ate its kittens, but that just isn't in the same league as this. These stories define horror for me.

Crap. How do you make sense of these things? What do the villains have in common, if anything?

Well, they are all fairly young females, but that describes about a third of the planet's population so how is that relevant? What a world this would be if young females made a habit of whacking babies out of each other and eating them.

Most people would just say there's a lot of nuts out there and move along, but I'm not going to give up that easily. There was something disturbing to me about the locations of these crimes, and I'm going to delve into that a little bit before moving on to the latest results of “So You Think You Can Dance?”

Otty Sanchez, who apparently ate her baby's brains, is from San Antonio, Texas.

Poor Darlene Haynes was found dead in a closet in Worcester, Massachusetts.

Heather Snively was stuffed into crawlspace in Korena Robert's home in Beaverton, Oregon.

San Antonio, Texas. Worcester, Massachusetts. Beaverton, Oregon. What is in common, here?

Massachusetts rang a bell right away. When I think of different states, I think of their history. California has the Gold Rush, Nevada is famous for the silver mines in Virginia City, and Massachusetts is home to the infamous Salem witch trials.

If nothing else, here was an angle worth blogging about. Babies stolen and/or eaten by witches. Let's run with this like a six-year-old clutching his first pair of real scissors! By God, if there's not a story here I'll make one up.

Salem Witch Trials

The first thing we map at Google is that Worcester is about 50 miles as the crow flies from Salem (and we know who flies via crow, don't we?)

History tries to blame the incident on mass hysteria and hallucinations caused by stale rye bread breaking down into LSD, but a lot of sick bastards calling themselves witches have relocated to the area to be closer to their “holy ground.” New England is swarming with modern witches and wicca.

“Warlock” John Todd, claimed to rule 13 states from his San Antonio coven.

If we are to believe the account of “born again” John Todd, San Antonio is a major hub of a vast Satanic conspiracy to rule the planet. Knee deep in witches again, eh?

It's not a great leap of imagination to suspect some kind of occult influence in the first two cases, but how can Beaverton, Oregon link to Satanists?

First of all, Beaverton is about fifty miles from another town named Salem – coincidence? Perhaps. Keep in mind long-time Oregon residents' complaints that the “New Agers” from California have flocked to their state and screwed everything up. Witches flocking to Salem? Why not?

Nike, Inc. headquarters in Beaverton, Oregon.

Nike co-founder Phil Knight has been described as the “Great Satan,” and his company as an “Evil Empire.”

Now I'm not saying Nike, or even Satanists are behind these gruesome events – just that there seems to be some kind of connection between these three cases that exists below our level understanding.

I'll give you one more tidbit to ponder: Darlene Haynes was apparently murdered on July 23^rd, probably the most holy day in Egyptian Sirius/Osiris mythology.

GAMBLING GRANNY GOOSESTEP

In my morning read of Yahoo news, I came across the disturbing “Gambling Grandma” as being reported on the national wire service AP. Associated Press stories are like the Reader's Digest condensed version of the news. What few facts reported are presented in such a way as to seal up a story as the final word on the matter.

Newspapers, television news and other media outlets outsource a good deal of their reporting to the wire services. Not only is it a great source of filler, but it provides timely leads to breaking news. The end result is that you can pick up a paper from any corner of the world, practically, and read the same story damned near word for word.

Here's the AP wrap up of granny's story:

FORT LAUDERDALE, Fla. (AP) -- A North Miami woman has been sentenced to 14 months house arrest for leaving her two grandchildren alone in a car while she was gambling.

A Broward judge handed down 54-year-old Jeanne Shahan's sentence Monday. She had pleaded guilty to felony child abuse, misdemeanor contributing to the delinquency of a minor, and misdemeanor leaving a child unattended in a vehicle.

Authorities say Shahan left the children unattended inside a car parked outside Mardi Gras Gaming in August 2008. A witness saw the 2-year-old girl and 14-year-old boy in the car and told the casino's security.

We read over things like this, or hear a television news anchor repeat them, and we nod and think the evil granny got just the punishment that was coming to her. The story passes through our conciousness like so many others – barely disturbing our morning coffee. Most people won't give this story a second thought, unless they've spent a little of their childhood inside cars parked outside casinos.

I know all about waiting for other people to gamble and/or drink while I sit in the car and wait. I did this quite often, and frequently willingly. My patience was often rewarded with a roll of nickels or a treat of dinner. Inside the car was usually the safest place for me at the time.

I don't remember being left in the car before about ten years of age. From ten to seventeen, I grew accustomed to having to wait outside an establishment barring people of my age from entering. In some respect, I was in the car because I was not allowed in the safer environment inside. The best intentions can backfire in unknown ways.

Of course, my story is more than forty years old. Attitudes have changed and become more fearful. What seemed OK to do then, doesn't seem OK to do now. Why is that? Maybe part of our attitude change came from stories like this one from AP. Stories that seem neat, clean and complete.

As you can read in the links below, there is a lot more to the story than AP represents. Why these people were at the casino, how long the children were in the car and what the weather was like are not addressed very well even in the details I uncovered. For example, the kids were in the car but could have gotten out of the car at any time. Apparently, the weather was fouled by a tropical storm so the nearly fifteen year old boy chose to remain inside the dry car.

What strikes me as odd is how leaving a teenager alone with a two year old becomes a crime only if they are left inside an automobile. Grandma could have left the kids at home and everything would have been kosher unless the baby had died. In that case the news would surely point out that granny left the kids alone while she gambled. What if she left them alone while answering an IRS summons?

People hire kids “nearly fifteen” years old to babysit all the time. What's the difference if mom and pop go off for dinner and a show, but granny decides to pull a few slots?

If we conveniently forget the presence of the teenager, a Florida law passed in 2007 makes it a second-degree misdemeanor to leave a child younger than the age of 6 alone in a vehicle for more than 15 minutes, punishable by up to 60 days in jail and a $500 fine. The law makes sense because a child younger than six would have trouble getting out of the car. The law doesn't apply here, though.

Instead of the second-degree misdemeanor, the local gendarmes got granny to plead guilty on two misdemeanor counts and one felony count of child abuse! That's right, granny is a felon. I wonder what they threatened her with to get her to cop those pleas?

This case is blown out of proportion and you need to read all the links to see just what a procedural disaster went on. There are laws, civil codes and regulations but there are also policies, protocols and procedures that must be followed especially if your job happens to involve public safety. Granny appears to have fallen victim to a number of good people just doing their jobs.

Let me give you my elaborated overview of the case.

We know granny was driving her grandson and her boyfriend's two-year-old daughter around Fort Lauderdale when she decided to stop at a casino. It was the afternoon of Tuesday, the nineteenth of August, 2008 and a tropical storm was unleashing a torrent of rain, cooling the south Florida heat.

Granny went inside to get her “bank card” and we presume she stayed for more than an hour while gambling (according to investigators.) Meanwhile, the teen and the toddler were stuck in the car – it being too wet emerge outside. Early reporting said the windows were up, never mentioning rain. No doubt they were rolled up and down repeatedly to contend with window fogging and horizontal drizzle.

At some point in the hour or so the kids were in the car, a good Samaritan reported the children's presence to casino security. Security officers moved the kids inside the Mardi Gras Gaming facility in Hallandale Beach. A casino representative said, “the children seem fine” although one of the security guards reportedly said the young girl was wearing a jacket and was sweating profusely. The teenager told a reporter later that he “maybe sweated a little bit, but not really at all."

The kid told security about his grandma and they were able to locate her, although they don't mention what she was doing when found. Most likely, they called her name on the intercom system and she appeared where she was told to go. That's how you find people in casinos, you know.

Somewhere along the line, someone called the authorities in line with proper procedure. Naturally, the children were taken to the hospital by ambulance since no one wanted to take any chances with the health of a minor (or exposure to lawsuits). Whisking the kiddies off for “observation” cleared the way for arresting granny on two counts of aggravated child neglect.

Maybe leaving your teen to babysit a toddler while in the car was stupid, but it wasn't obviously unlawful – just a few “catch-all” clauses hidden under Florida state law were enough to compel granny to confess. Once police have a confession, sentencing usually follows. (Never talk to the police.)

It wasn't what this lady did that was so bad, but where she did it – inside a car. What is so terrible about kids sitting in a car? Had she left the kids on a park bench or inside a movie theater, would she still be arrested? Haven't all parents done something similar at one time or another? You know they have.

Why granny then? Was it just to cover their asses for making a big deal by hospitalizing the kids?

I think it's just procedural puddingheadedness or what might be termed politically correct policy policing. There wasn't any applicable law against what granny did, but still there was this hysterical reaction that seemed to run an automatic course from the first report of “kids in a car” all the way down to required sentencing.

If the teenager had been eighteen, would it be OK for him to sit in the car with a two year old for an hour? Probably, although the casino wouldn't want the insurance risk. Isn't that what nearly all laws are about, the protection of property? Why if someone had been hurt the city or the casino or likely both may have been sued! Let's make an ordinance outlawing anyone sitting in parked cars – for their own protection, of course.

August 20 2008 arrest reporting:

http://www.justnews.com/news/17247166/detail.html

Local circus same day (once with video):

http://www.wsvn.com/news/articles/local/MI94633/

Local media aftermath just AP:

http://www.wsvn.com/news/articles/local/MI126382/

Casino response 22 August 2008:

http://www.onlinecasinoadvisory.com/casino-news/land/casino-gambler-banned-for-child-abuse-1916.htm

More info:

http://www.620wtmj.com/shows/jeffwagner/45157132.html

COMMON SENSE

Most of us like to think we have common sense and that's a good thing. I mean we are talking about sense, held in common, right? The fact that it's common, means that most people have common sense by definition.

So how did the world get so fucked up?

A little common sense would go a long way towards unfucking things, wouldn't it? But there's the problem right there in the name for it. It's common sense. It's what the common man would do.

The problem is our leaders don't think of themselves as commoners. Nope, they're the elite. They went to the best schools, worked for the best companies and now they're repaying their debt for living in privilege by looking out for the interests of the common man through public service.

Fuck them.

That's their spiel, though. They are merely public servants implementing the will of the people. If you don't fucking like it, vote for change.

Politics. Who really has time for politics? Isn't that why the whole representative republic was set up in the first place? We elect some dipshit who is supposed to deal with all this stuff for us while we kick back on the couch and watch TV. That's the design, isn't it? Once in a while we have to get the fuck up and vote on who is supposed to represent us, but other than that it's Miller time.

The trouble is the cats you're forced to vote for. In the big elections where you actually know something about the candidates you hold your nose and pick the least offensive person. In the small elections, you hardly know anything about who does what except for which party they're in.

In America we have a two party system. That doesn't mean there are only two parties, it just means that if you're not in one of the two big political parties, you're not going to have any representation in government.

Now, don't get excited about that because isn't really isn't that big a deal. All it means is that under the rules of the two party system, you're a loser. Had you joined one of the two big and popular parties, you would have the pleasure of watching your candidate win, occasionally. Not that it matters.

Why doesn't winning matter? Because, there is no law that says politicians have to actually represent their constituents. The only option you have is to vote against the motherfucker, but look who he's running against! The other option in our two party system is usually just as bad.

When you vote for the lesser of two evils, what do you think you get? Evil, folks. Pure evil.

But the elites are smarter than us right? They went to the most prestigious, most expensive schools. Surely they are the most qualified to run the world, after all their families have been running the place for centuries and the world's still here. Mostly. Give or take a few million people.

They're constantly patting themselves on the back and giving each other pay raises over the way they've made civilization so uncivilized. The worst of them have been patted on the back for so long they think they're nobility. No shit. Queens and kings and stuff like that. If you didn't have the luck of being born into it, you could always be knighted for a small fee.

If you can get in, the game is easy. Just lie, cheat and steal – you can leave the killing to the hired help.

The elite. What a fucking joke. No one's laughing cause it's all true. You can't make this shit up, you can only point it out. Whether or not anyone else see what you're pointing at isn't as important as pointing at something in the first place. People who point shit out used to be called journalists, but now they're just fucking comedians.

The real journalists are too busy reciting their lines to do any reporting. Besides, reporters were outsourced to AP and UPI a long time ago. Did you know you can run your own newspaper just off what comes over the wire services? Shit, they've got it damned near automated by now just like their fucking web pages.

The whole damned web is data-driven websites tracking your every click in order to provide a friendlier, more personal service. If I wanted personal service with my website, I'd read it at a whorehouse. Personal fucking service – who do they think they're kidding?

It's all part of the police state that has been authorized by the nanny state as the politically correct response to whatever the fuck happened on 911.

Where was the common sense response to 911? The official report, published years later, had a one word executive summary: clusterfuck.

That's it. It was officially a clusterfuck. The government bungled every written procedure they had in place. Massive incompetence. Who could have predicted nineteen nitwits with box cutters could do so much damage?

I know about the so-called conspiracy theories and who really knows who is right? But, we can ask why no one in charge expressed any common sense in their responses to this tragedy.

Imagine. You're walking along the street when suddenly there's a large explosion and you look up to see a huge fireball blasting out of one of the World Trade Center towers. I think you'd know you're instantly in an emergency situation. You'll want to get safe, then you might think about what you can do to help the poor bastards in the middle of that.

At this point 911 is a local emergency, headline news throughout the nation, yes, but still just a horrible incident. Once the second plane hits the other tower, anyone with a brain knows they're under deliberate attack. It's terrorism.

Once the dust settled on the day, our leaders used uncommon sense when deciding to quickly clean up the mess and reopen Wall Street for the good of the economy. Not that the economy was that good before 911, it wasn't. Just clean it up and get back to business while the government hunts down the evildoers.

Just clean it up? Clean up all the evidence of a crime scene? They trucked it away so fast they used human flesh to fill in pot holes. Now every time you bump down the street in a New York cab you can think of your Uncle Louie. I'm not shitting here, look it up.

They shipped the steel off to China for Christ's sake. I wonder who got the money?

Folks, there were thousands of good reasons to study the evidence of this crime. Common sense says you cordon off the scene of the crime and investigate the evidence. CSI says the evidence never lies.

And yet, before one page of the official report was written, all of the evidence disappeared. The 911 commission was not commissioned at all until fourteen months after the attacks. Even then, the first idea was to let Henry Kissinger head it up. The stink of that idea even sickened Kissinger, so much so that he withdrew from the nomination. The spotlight would draw too much attention to the associates of Kissinger and Associates.

Fourteen months of delay followed by a whitewash, that was the official government investigation of 911. Nothing to see here, move along.

But folks, this is how it has always been. The common man can't handle the truth. Anyway, if we told him then everyone would know – even our enemies!

But 911 is just one example of how fucked up things are. Look at the economy. Now look who's involved in fucking that up – same guys as fucked up 911, isn't it? Isn't it? Same fucking guys!

Or their fucking brothers, or their cousins or their goddamn brother-in-laws. The same guys running the government are the same guys running the banks, the insurance companies and those god damned international think tanks.

Generations of uncommon men have led us to where we are today. It's been going on a long time. Mark Twain got in a lot of trouble for suggesting the Stars and Stripes be replaced by the Skull and Crossbones. Imagine what a country we'd have with an honest government.

Still, all the world's not totally fucked up. If there's no profit in something, our fearless leaders usually ignore it until they figure out a way to monetize it. That's the beauty of derivatives, you know, they are a way of deriving economic value from something that is utterly without value. A neat trick of monetary alchemy.

We still have our families and our friends, though. We love them. We know what's important.

Of course mom works all the time and dad only makes half what he used to, but we love 'em.

You can't help it if you're born poor. That just means you have to work hard and pay your taxes.

Hey, somebody has to empty the trash, farm the food and sell the PlayStations. You wouldn't want George W. Bush putting the brakes on Chevrolets, would you? Maybe Cadillacs, not Chevys.

No, the elites need us to do their work, pay their salaries and suck their dicks. Everything in society was designed just so the rich get richer and the rest just get replaced. Another generation of debt slaves programmed to keep civilization profitable. A world designed to grind the common man to dust.

Common sense? Where has it gotten us? It's not even part of the design.

STIMULUS III

If government economic stimulus plans were designed by Microsoft, Version 3 is where they'd get it right. Unfortunately, the Federal Reserve and the Department of Treasury have already tossed several dead cats into the economy with no apparent effect. We are way past the magical third try.

Reading the mainstream media, it appears “they” (and we know who they are) are trying to frame the next Congressional Act as the second try, indeed the sequel to the first (since nothing before Obama appears to count. Does anyone still remember TARP?)

Congress may be on its third strike, but it accounts for less than two trillion of the nearly fourteen trillion dollars weaseled out of the United States government since last September. The other twelve trillion or so – I love how I've learned to toss around trillions of dollars as if I have any comprehension whatsoever of how big a number a trillion really is – were handed over to the bankers to divvy up.

Between the Nobel laureates arguing for a large stimulus and our so-called representatives fear of total economic collapse (and subsequent loss of control!) we are looking at what Saddam might have called the mother of all economic bailouts.

This time, there will be more than scraps for Main Street.

Any idiot can see that what has so far been tried has failed and even Joe Biden believes the economy is worse than feared earlier. Not that anyone with the power to do anything is going to do any more than enrich themselves and their friends, but it's nice to hear them admit things are nearly as bad as they seem.

Admitting you were wrong about something is an improvement over the last stage of puppets. I guess we're back to the good old days when the government paid us lip service while rigging the system.

I'm sorry, I don't see how this works. How does borrowing more money get you out of debt?

Let's just print up a bunch of cash and spend it all right now on whatever the hell we think we need.

Fine. Good. Done. How's your fiscal hangover?

Once our big party is over it'll just be more National Debt. How big can it get and how long can we carry the load before we collapse? How much of our country are we willing place in hock or sell outright? The bankers always want collateral, you know. How long until they own it all?

HOAX BLUEPRINTS?

It's Sunday and I'm feeling lazy. Consequently, I offer links to the works of others in lieu of my own profundities. A little light reading and a couple of movies should put a cap on your weekend.

While the debate rages over the authenticity of these two works, few disagree on their prescience. Hoax or not, today's society could be reconstructed from these blueprints.

Both “books” are perennial best sellers.

The movies probably require a pinch of salt. I haven't watched them yet, but suspect Zionists made the movie on the Protocols. If they did, it only reinforces the argument for authenticity.

THE PROTOCOLS OF THE LEARNED ELDERS OF ZION

Wiki the Protocols

HTML version with some backstory

Protocols on one page

A movie about the Protocols

THE REPORT FROM IRON MOUNTAIN

Iron Mountain Revisted

Wiki the Report

The Report on one page

A movie about the Report

Bogeyman Flu

There seems to be a lack of agreement about the name of the infamous flu virus now threatening global health and commerce. At first, the World Health Organization called it Swine Flu, because its DNA mostly comes from pigs. Asian and European pigs, they said.

Naturally, pigs were immediately cast into suspicion as virus originators despite there being no sick pigs. Pigs are easy targets, especially in Muslim countries. Fingers immediately pointed at a huge pig farm in Vera Cruz, but that farm raises a breed of swine specific to the Americas, not Europe or Asia.

I couldn't imagine living next door to one million pigs but I can imagine the disgusting ways they could make their presence felt. I'm imagining a lingering stench that soaks into the villages and people that surround the farm. I'm imagining a plague of flies spawned from giant stinking cesspools of pig waste. The rest is unimaginable.

If we can't pin the blame for creating a killer virus on a multinational pig farm, let's at least use what we've learned to literally clean up their shit. The nastiness level of large-scale pig farming must be acknowledged and dealt with. People like eating pigs but we don't like messes.

Several governments have put temporary restrictions on pork products. The Egyptian government has ordered all pigs destroyed. The Swine moniker has cost a lot of money.

Responding to increased political pressures, the WHO changed the name to A(H1N1). It isn't catchy but does sound scientific. Someone suggested a contest to find a new name our popular killer.

The European newspapers called it the Mexican Flu, but I'm sure that ticks off the Mexicans. Unlike pigs, Mexicans can talk and they can't be happy with a name that blames them. Next thing you know, we'll be culling Mexicans.

History usually provides a name for things once the details are discovered, covered up or omitted. Sometimes it's the wrong name, like the 1918 Spanish Flu.

Oddly, the flu virus has DNA from birds and people, as well as pigs. If we can't blame it on people or pigs, maybe we can still find a stool pigeon. Unfortunately, there is already an Avian Flu going around.

I think we should call it the Bogeyman Flu because everything about it just feels bogus to me.

Relatively few of the reported cases of flu are actually confirmed. Despite what you see on CSI, it still takes time (and money) to sequence DNA. Consequently, scientists really know very little about the current epidemic including who has it, where it came from and how dangerous it really is. It could be very dangerous so the media is cranking out booga booga.

Monsanto has patents on genetically-designed pigs and many governments are designing bio weapons from various viruses. This wouldn't be the first man-made virus to escape into the wild.

It's boogieman scary this Bogeyman Flu. It's scary enough to push other scary news away -- news like the economic crisis and Dick Cheney's Madhouse of Torture. Little things like stolen trillions seem insignificant when you're hacking up blood.

News of the flu is brought to you by the same people responsible for the wars on terror, drugs and poverty. The bogeyman's job is to instill fear and a new killer virus makes his job easier.

If people are afraid to gather, it makes protesting difficult. We still have the internet for virtual civic intercouse but notice that the internet is full of viruses and infections as well. Meanwhile the bogeyman is writing new laws to shut down the internet as well.

Isolated in fear, will we become a nation of poverty-stricken, drug-addled toture victims?