Hey! George W Bush

Where the fuck has the aging idiot been. What the hell is he doing? Yeah he is at his ranch, but that has a secret underground tunnel to a hidden helipad, and he is outfitting his elaborate underground bunker. He is getting ready for what he has set in motion.
Man I am giving him too much credit. If anyone is conducting the preparation for Armageddon it's gotta be Cheney. Where the fuck has that weasel been. Dear god the two of them with such predisposed opportunity and underwritten authority, unavailable to the watching world, does'nt the owl eyed, and eared, media recognize a tremendous difference in the rhetoric flow emanating from the absent president? Our freedoms are being rewritten or revoked law by law, signature by 2AM presidential signature. The Constitution is being disassembled line by line as the power the president has given himself increases in the face of PERCEIVED DANGERS.
Dear God, sorry God, I might be perceived as a threat of a danger or a mental mutant so full of himself that he might write a blog and make it written in stone as it were.
I am no danger. I have been stripped of the capabilities need to even be considered fawn like. This is all I have. I can't even drive to the state line without pushing my budget into an alarming red color zone. I'll bet Bush doesn't even think about it when he fires up A-1. What it takes him to taxi to the runway and take off would probably keep me rolling for a year.
So, buy and proudly wear my shirts about how unproud you are!

Just rattliing on my own time.

Now that you know me what is the game you would like to undertake? Everyone is excellent at something and that is your game. Everyone plays apart whether they like it or not. We, or rather you are most likely just a pawn in their game. The game the powerful play. I have no idea their names but you can see their decoys parade around as world leaders. Death is death no matter how it comes upon one. There are no rules to the game of life, the Master game. Those that play it earnestly play it the best and know the secrets pity to deal in death, they deal in power and we are the current. We are the ones that suppose that killing is unavoidable.
I do not agree. Killing is a choice that we make. But that we could never make had not it been demonstrated for us as part of the game. Killing is better than the fear of being killed. Fear is demoralizing, embarrassing and shameful.
We are current, we are herd, mob and mobs, maybe soon again fighting our own civil war. It is there right in front of you. Fear of the blacks that will always hate you and me. Whether this idea, this seemingly racist idea is supported can be experienced on any TV program featuring hip hop or Rap as I knew it. Tasteless aboriginal lusts, the flaunting of riches, the emotionless jabber or the passionate ravings of ignorant bastards is in a place of prominence and legitimacy that scares the shit out of me. All I can wish is the worst for them. What a waste of chemicals.
There is no excuse but fear for permitting vermin of of such limited consciousness to exist. I am ready to defend myself, and hope to perform well when targeted.

My how time and one gigantic moron infects all. What ever happened to the twin towers and all the sanctity that surrounded it. Now there are even attempts to joke about it. Does anyone remember the outrage we had for one bearded mountain man of considerable wealth. What was his name? Saddam, no, nailed him, even when he was hiding in a spider hole in some peasant's backyard, in the middle of nowhere......we found him. Then after months of humiliation, justly deserved, he was hustled away and grossly hung with derision and a base, animal, primitive conclusion....then given air time. And who was that other guy the one that brought down the towers? He must be that little dinky guy from Iraq's neighbor Iran. Little fuckers' got the bomb and a clear slate. He has permission to lie and absorb the world in his melodrama. He knows his God loves him for this, and he is made gloriously aware of the fact every time he draws the attention of President FUBAR, the world leader through righteous salvation, with the knowledge that his God has his back too.
I still believe that President FUBAR has a plan to stay the imploder in-chief. He has given himself the power to remain such through a series of presidential letters that have all but shredded the constitution in favor of continuing the same administration in the event of a national emergency or an imminent terrorist threat of a magnitude significant enough to stay the elections. The magnitude needed for such an action to be determined by FUBAR and his surrounding BLACKNESS, his closest Administration members.
Rattle, rattle, rattle, yeah I know I rattle. There are so many interconnections in the reactionary world matrix that have us by the ass, claws deep into the part of our mind THAT WE USE. That is all of it, for most.
Some though still remember that trip they took in the sixties or seventies, that changed their lives forever. It made them question everything. It permitted them a third person view of the matrix, for just a nano second. For a longer period of time it allowed them the concept of God, to interpret to their own needs and preconceptions, delivered to them during their own particular brand of parental or period type scholarly view brain washings, prevalent during the post WWII era when we trippers wee growing up. There was lots of chrome, lots of God, and no sex. There was no sex, and it was strange when one intimated that there was. I remember my first orgasm. Afterward I must surely have been consumed with the idea that something that felt so good could be so bad in the eyes of my parents and their God. I am sure that I buried that quandary in my subconsciousness to there after rot until I took that trip.
That's the way it looks from here in the path of Fay. Yep Fay was right over my house for awhile yesterday. I've only received only over a little over 6.5 inches so far. This storm was so good for Florida, not necessarily for all the folks living here. But for the State and it's freshwater lakes... WOW!

Hello Chil'run, Lets sing a love song.

It has been over a year since my last post. No one has posted a concern about that. I feel alone with my sentiments, rough and brutal, but never threatening enough for you real shit junkies to relate too. I am too frightening for your crowd. Not the kind of real that gets realized these days. These days.

I still think, but with diminishing returns these days. There fore when this one trys defining human involvement with the 'real world' (this means as defined and portrayed, heroicised and greased, by the scope of contemporary media, beginning with TV), this one is left speechless. That is my defense for thinking less. Thinking about, or worse, from within this greed/power induced reality of todays Mega Ants on a ball, one finds ones self in a meaningless and endless pursuit to keep up. That keeping up is the energy that focuses the collective consciousness of the worker ant millions serving the Mega Ants.............. on this small ball ........hurtling through a space.............. we are only beginning to understand ......and recognize the ultimate danger or infinite delight......... we are so near to .....on the razors edge...... of time, not a time, that we tend.....with our thinking or the silencing of it.....and our doing or harder, to do........with our  non doing. 

Stop thinking. stop your internal dialog, and then gather yourself together. Breathe and get back! Shake it off people let the gas crisis not panic us but teach us many valuable lessons we won't easily forget. Let this Poodle and Bulldog election teach us all that the total colapse of the 2 party system has happened, the people will never elect one of their own again. They will elect what has been orchestrated and love it. Let crumbled but unhumbled America,( Thank you George W. Bush for your contributions to world peace and humanity as the persona of our involvement with the many crises of human condition asking audience, and how you gave bottomlessly to the hungry, the misplaced and homeless, the threatened, assaulted, raped, and maimed, masses on other more helpless shores.) that sits target and diamond like amid suffering and death, remind us, and alarm us, and make us concerned participants once "he" is no longer technically our Commander in Chief.

I own the domain 12/21/2012endofdays. There is much written about the Mayan Calendar and it's near ending date 12/21/2012. I will be challenged to describe my feelings concerning this upcoming event. I have perceptions that require seminar. I have understandings that float in the future and are target for debunkers and so-called realists. We are quickly being sucked carefully unconsciously into the vortex of time and we are speeding up in a very real but unwordable way. 

I apologise for all inconsistencies and wacky streams of incoherencies....... but who really cares, kk

Sound it out phonetically.