Friday, December 22, 2006

she smiles like a gargoyle, and is guarded like a lion

The Global Outrage of an Educated Man.....vol. 8
"Standing next to a mountain,
chop it down, with the edge of my hand"  Jimi
First, I would like to give a big thanks to my brother, father of two, husband of one and friend to all with common sense, who contributed some mind blowing writing and raving of his own last week. Good stuff. Damn good stuff. I would and hope that each and every one of you, can and will at some time in then near future, add some work of your own. But, we are all busy. Now, on tho the business at hand.
The powers that be are on to me. They are tracking my every move. They are watching my every step. I am now beginning to feel like that lady, you know, that woman in that film, like that woman from the bus.
I am now on the grid and they are very happy. They like the fact that they can keep tabs on me now. Why all of the talk like this? Two Sundays ago, May 1st, I was visiting the Minneapolis Institute of Art and viewing the Illuminated St. John's Bible exhibit, when meandering through the corridors of art and high culture, I was aware that I was seemingly being followed. Followed by whom you may ask?
Myself, hoping it to be, early twenties hotties with long legs, flowing hair and intelligence to match their feminine beauty was some what let down to discover that is was, or who appeared to me to be, our one and only, former seat taker on the board of directors for the company that gave us the cancer inducing (in lab rats only they will tell you) used in every diet soda known to man, sweetner Aspartame. Give a big warm welcome to our "you go to war with the Army you have, not the Army you want" Secretary of Defense, Donald Rumsfeld. I of course didn't find this hard to believe, being that only a few weeks prior, agents of the secret service visited a museum in Chicago to view and the works of some liberal artists that depicted our child of a president as a human shish ka-bob, placing the head on a pike. I know, I shouldn't get my hopes maybe, by these baby steps, we will be making some sort of progress of our own. But, it was not to be. Not today. No Rumsfeld. Only a middle aged bespectacaled man in a member's only jacket with a slight limp and a very unnerving stare.
Some of you out there may or may not remember that May 1st, was and is an important date in history. Not only was it the date of the beginning of the Bavarian Order of the Illuminati an off-shoot of FreeMasonry, which our founding fathers so fondly partook in, which was founded by  Adam Weishaupt on May 1st 1776.  A secret society order, steeped in double-speak and false-truths, much like the one that was founded and started by George W's great great great grand daddy at Yale University that still exists to this day, Skull & Bones. Which, matter of factly, George Sr belonged to and good ole W as well, and a certain Mr. Kerry as well....and who knows, maybe W's pick for US Ambassador to the UN as well, who went to Yale, Mr. Bolton. Because when you want to further the agenda of the New World Order and the push for a Global One World Government, who better to solicit the world governing body than a fellow member initiated in the ways of falseties and black magic. So, it would come as no surprise to this conspiracy theorist and searcher of the truth, that May 1st would be the day for our child Commander in Chief to land aboard an aircraft carrier and commit acts of double speak and utter false; Mission Accomplished. That's a relief.
For all of those out there saying to themselves, here he goes again. That'll do for now.
For something completely different and none the less, meaningful to many peoples lives, which in actuality, means almost less.  How about those Twins? The eyesore that is the Metrodome seems to be on its very last plastic legs and so the stadium that is only good for truck and tractor pulls, may finally be reduced to what the downtown Minneapolis area truly needs. More parking spaces. Now , if only the Twins can start to gain some ground on the trash talking, poor side of Chicago White Sox and once and for all make their homer television announcers shut the hell up. The only thing worse than listening to the two of them is perhaps, myself. But I digress and thank you all for the stomach shown to my writing thus far. To the 131st Kentucky Derby this past Saturday. Where with enough white skin and green money you can put on an ugly hat, some bad clothes, sip obnoxious liquers and watch athletes who take stereoids gallop at an extremely fast pace, go round a one and quarter mile long track in two minutes that takes about an hour and a half of pre-race to educate the only somewhat interested viewer, because they have seemingly nothing better to do than rake on an afternoon in early May. But hopefully, as the results of the race showed, the underdog will win in America, and people will Rip Van Winkle-like wake up out of their dream state of more more more more.
I strongly urge all of you to take 2 and half hours of your lives and view the documentary "The Corporation". Trust me. It is worth it.
Finally, two to meditate on. How did 19 Muslim Arabs, armed only with box cutters and a passing knowledge of how to fly planes, trick a trillion dollar defense system? Or did they just get lucky? And why didn't the Secret Service evacuate George W. on the morning of Sept. 11th when they and he finally learned of a second place hitting the Twin Towers, why did they let him sit there for another 7 minutes and then give a televised press conference from a school full of children, when would they have to believe that if they were under so-called attack from terrorists, have to assume that he himself would be a target? Just some thoughts. Thank you very much for your time.

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