In Pursuit of Everlasting Praise of the Everlasting.

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The media does not like Donald Trump. That is reason enough to like him. The level of sabotage is impressive. I have never seen the like. When one factors in some of the surprisingly stupid things that Trump has said along the way, you have to wonder what is going on. He never had to say most of these things. He went far and away beyond what could have been indirectly implied and instead of so many of the damning specifics, he could have been more general. It isn't possible that he has been guided by and surrounded by morons, despite the barbarians, obviously, being inside the gate. That speech gaff, supposedly lifted whole cloth from the fatuous and lying words of Michelle Obama, was certainly engineered by disinfo specialists.

We said, long ago that Trump could well be a stalking horse for Hillary. It becomes more and more evident that that is the truth at some level. The whole truth can often be more complicated than the pattern of a Persian carpet (visible closes his eyes and sees 8 year old boys in Isfahan weaving them). It seems that we can never know the whole truth about anything, unless we were right there and there is no guarantee of that either. You may be sure that an undercover agent was responsible for the accused plagiarism in Melania's speech and the necessary recipients were informed of it as soon as it was concluded. I think I am going to go ahead and vote for Trump. I doubt he has my best interests at heart but I suspect he is more about doing business than making war. This is why the munitions manufacturers and all the rest of the pig in the trough specialists are working overtime and as indirectly as possible to derail him. One thing about the man of destiny meme; when it is supposed to happen it happens and I know they got a whole bunch of Hillary depth charges set to go off at the right moment later on. Unfortunately, there are government and Israeli banker financed acts of terror to go off at the same time. I don't think you have to worry about martial law, unless it looks like Trump will win and he needs to think about employing the same jackals that put Bush the Stupid in the White House.

You will note, hopefully as did I, the amount of contradictions in that last paragraph (grin). I am nothing if not consistent. Oooyah!!! Some of you know the difference between 'Oooyah' and 'Hooyah' but that would make you ex-military like me. I think I was supposed to be a soldier and... what do you know? I am.

Once I was on LSD in Washington DC and sitting on a Persian carpet in a friend's apartment and there was a teapot there because we had had tea and I picked up the empty teapot and- for reasons unclear, began to pour from it upon the carpet and a stream of paisley's came out of it and holographically merged with the carpet. It was a riot of color. I think this qualifies as a digression, though it be a backhanded digression. My backhands were always solid and powerful, especially when I was performing them on my own mind.

Being schizophrenic does not have to be a liability. I have probably defined this (in my own understanding of it) once before but it would have been a long time ago now. Most people have a fence around their consciousness, for good reason. They're reliable and predictable but... reliable and predictable is a massive highway of souls led to perdition ...because they were reliable and predictable and these are the cows 'they' milk for the fulfillment of their pernicious agendas. In some cases there is precious little fencing at all and I used to see these people in some of the institutions where I was a guest of the state, because my fencing was not reliable or predictable. Then there are those whose fencing is down in certain locations and that is where the light of god comes streaming through. It is that point at which inspiration enters into the equation. It is the gateway of genius and all genius of a positive kind is not only a gift of god but an expression of the same.

All true and sincere artists avail themselves of this portal ...but the author of all greatness is anonymous. Anonymous is the origin of many great acts and words; I have seen his name attached to many things. Schizophrenia is only a liability when you don't get out of the way and let it have its way with you; keeping in mind that I am talking about positive expressions of it ...because the darkness will also come through entry points as well. This is where discipline and cultivated reserve come in handy.

Every handicap that life lays upon us can be turned into an advantage if we have the right amount of surrender and courage. For those who took the more self-involved route, Everybody wants to Rule the World...

...but no one ever does. No one ever does. There have been some spectacular failures. Napoleon bled his country white of the lives of young men. It's all Sturm und Drang down here. However there have been real heroes and some of them are on the way right now as I write these words.

As some of you know, I am a student of history and I have read accounts of the lives of those who have impressed me. What most people don't seem to get is the degree of difficulty that some of these people went through to fulfill the commission laid upon them and... make no mistake, we all have a commission laid upon us. We might, in a number of instances, never even realize the opportunities given to us to do whatever it might have been because life and appetite got in the way. Some of the saddest words in our language are, “it might have been.”

I think sometimes of the people I have offended and.. sometimes intentionally, though it might not have looked that way. I had one thing in mind at the time, will they forgive this, or even better, will they see it for what it is and grasp that they were valued enough for it to have been performed on them? In no case yet has that happened, which was proof enough to me that it needed to be done. I have forgiven far worse injuries upon myself and never even thought about it. You can't get much done here if you don't offend someone. You can't make an omelet without breaking eggs.

I watch the parade of impostors and pretenders as they pass before my eyes and I always remind myself that “there but for fortune goes you and I.” I also remind myself that it is better to be known as a fool by your immediate associates than to have it shown to you on the stages of the world. Anyone who ever gets anywhere spends a great deal of their time, “Running Against the Wind.”

So many of them have no idea about the cost of their actions. They think they are one and done here. I beg to differ on that account. I KNOW different. Everything in life is an investment so... I guess in the literal sense I am a stockbroker and a hedge funder. It is just that my investments differ from what is usually associated with those occupations. It's never too late though, not until it is too late. Sometimes all you have to do is Turn the Page.

I've lived this whole reality more than I might have wished. The almighty painted a pretty picture of it when he convinced me to come down here when I didn't have to. As much as I trust the almighty, I don't trust him at all (grin). He gets his will done. No one is more persuasive.

I kind of figured it out earlier. No matter how complex might be the environment of your industries and no matter how complex you might be, given the nature of your task, seek to be A Simple Man.

Sometimes the older the wisdom, the more powerful the result of living it.

I've tried today to accompany what's been said with some of the works of artists who had a profound effect on me. I don't know how great the impact was on me; the music I got to hear. I do know that I heard a lot of it differently than most because I always saw things in terms of the ineffable. At times my behavior seemed to indicate otherwise ...but I don't see how you can truly love the almighty without going crazy.

This song by one of the people I have loved the most in this life is to me a song about the almighty, not some kind of otherwise romance.

I tend to see everything in terms of the ineffable. If it inspires me or it makes any kind of sense, yeah, it is about the almighty and living breathing god and I know he/she is right here because he/she/it lives in me. It lives and breathes in me and I can only pray as I do every day that the measure of that increases. It is my only ambition. I used to be conflicted about this. I was younger then and dumber than I wish I had been. I'm not conflicted now. If you survive all the shit that gets thrown at you, you get your priorities clear. As that great man of the hour of the brief time he lived in said, “When a man knows he is to be hanged in a fortnight, it concentrates his mind wonderfully.” Everyone ought to be informed of the truth that the time will come when they are no longer here and I believe what will be uppermost in their mind at their passing is; “What did I leave behind me? What is my legacy?” It is something to think about.

Van Morrison was one of the most hated men to ever be in the music business. He was a monster ...but, you might think it is just like the man who wrote “Amazing Grace” and sometimes the tales you hear are not the truth, as in the tale of the slave trader who wrote Amazing Grace. I was one of the people who bought into the heartwrenching story that was going around. Was it true? Was it a lie? I don't know. I don't know who is behind the latest revision. Usually the truth is somewhere in between all of the stories. As I like to say, the truth is at right angles to everything else.

Morrison found God in his own fashion and composed that brilliant album, “Avalon Sunset” in which this song was included:

I try to remind myself to tell God how much I love him/her/it. It is amazing that still... sometimes a whole day might go by before I remember. That I remember at all, counts on my behalf, still, until I can remember all the time and shake the very stars of heaven with my passionate declaration, I will not be satisfied. None of us should.


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Would you like Some More Asiago Cheese with your Pinot Grigio?

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Looks like they're going to be fully engaged in a weekly Reality TV show from here on out. The level of scorn and and illuminati pressure washing of the comatose brains of the incredibly stupid public, are going to be in full force. The first video is outrageous. The second video demonstrates some of the worst chipmunk chattering redundancy that I have ever seen. Whoever did that video should not be allowed near a recording device for the rest of their stay here. After a few minutes, you want to drown this fellow in his bathtub. Seems like our worst enemies are the entrepreneurs on the left, who are so banal and embarrassing that one shudders to imagine having to be in the same room with people like this. “Would you like some more Asiago cheese with your Pinot Grigio?"

What Really Happened and Rense have turned into something resembling a NASCAR human billboard, driving machine that is like Ray Bradbury's, “Illustrated Man.” and/or screen captures from the urban environment of “Blade Runner.” The advertising is out of control. How does what they do differ from those they are shining the spotlight on? Most of today's alternative media is no alternative whatsoever. They are part and parcel of the very forces they pretend to oppose. We are caught in a pincer tactic of seemingly opposite agendas that are all of a kind. At WRH, more than half of the links are from the same small handful of sources and kickbacks go without saying... and one tries to negotiate their way through a mind bedazzling wilderness of pop up ads and carnival barker ...shilling for MONEY! There's a tight little mafia at work here and to find a sincere and impartial witness for the truth, amidst this bewildering display of gimmicks and gadgets for sale at 'cheaper than stolen' prices is truly something else.

They shit-canned me because I talk about the ineffable.

Some years ago in a several days Ayahuasca dance; me... in near complete rural privacy in Southern Italy, Mr Apocalypse came to me and laid it on the line, while banging me off of walls and couch cushions, stating over and over that he was going to catch all of them with their pants down and expose them to the entire world. If that video with Bushligula is not completely emblematic of this very thing, I don't know what is. Mr. Apocalypse was not only speaking of the obvious Satanic vehicles known to most of us but also about those for whom their material advancement is far more important than any spiritual concerns. It doesn't matter whether one is in cozy proximity to Old Scratch and his minions, or pleading poverty and continuously crying out for material assistance. Anyone whose efforts are surrounded by a relentless push for personal financial increase is to be considered suspect.

Of course, I have a Paypal button and Bit Coin link on my sites but that is as far as we go and we never ask for a dime otherwise, even if we are broke, which sometimes we are. All the ads on our sites are free. The ineffable will provide and if you don't know this, you don't deserve it. Those mentioned are both atheists, so that covers it. A significant portion of all the others are atheists too. How anyone can be a self described truth seeker and not have discovered the ultimate truth that is right there to be seen and had, defines them as someone whose idea of personal importance, and search for personal importance, is far more important than the apprehension and possession of timeless truth and ageless wisdom. I am in no position to define the almighty, or to explain the mechanisms of the operations of the almighty. I am in a position to say, unequivocally, that the almighty and the existence of the almighty are a provable reality. In most cases, the objections given by these atheists, to the existence of God, is about religion and the inconsistencies of religion to live up to the teachings of the founders of these religions. If one is so stupid that they can confuse a transparent business model with the luminous and invisible hierarchy that rules this universe then they deserve to wallow in the muck of their own vanity and pretensions and... they certainly do.

I regret to admit that I judge people according to their inability to see what should be obvious in any direction you turn in, especially inwardly. We may not be real. The world may not be real; given that all we know about it is based on subjective impressions of what it says it is to us, based on how we tend to interpret it, based on what we believe to be real about it. Some aspects of it are real, in a relative sense, but our capacity to glean this in an objective manner is questionable.

I don't want to get on the case of these individuals who report what they report, due to what they want you to take away from the experience. Some are Trump supporters, so all of their headlines and links are of the sort that expose those who are anti-Trump, or search out the desirable arguments that make their candidate seem a cut above the competition. To my mind, it is similar to a shot of the inside of an outdoor toilet and all you see is the toilet seat, until there is one shot with their candidate whose head and eyes appear above the seat as if to suggest he is indeed a cut above the rest. You can't tell if he is smiling. Does it matter?

One thing I will say about Trump is that he is better than Hillary; meaning that you have a choice between being ripped apart by a cougar or hammered by a bear. In the end, it is what they do in the aftermath of the things they said to get there.

One calculated terror event after another is now scheduled week to week, as we approach the presentation of all the details they will use in their arguments for martial law and that may or may not go to the nine Death Valley vultures, who will legitimize whatever they are told to legitimize; four of them are Zio-Ogres, who recite the Protocols in the subterranean death basements, below all those chateaus, inhabited by their kindred mutations around the globe. They have no conscience and truly believe that the death of one person is a tragedy and the deaths of millions is a statistic. You are going to see more of this in the coming months than you have seen in the last 10 or 20 years. It is coming to a head. There will be at least one of these that will be greater than 9/11. They know they are up against the relentless machinations of Mr. Apocalypse. They know they cannot stop or oppose him and so they intend to inflict maximum damage in the process. They believe they will get their payoff on the back end. In that respect they are correct. The problem, in the analysis, is in how the term 'reward' is to be defined. One thing further that we must all keep in mind; sometimes those who seem to be the greatest enemy of the divine are in fact employed by the divine. Unless you can understand the contradictions and keep the whole construct of opposing and yet verifiable true concepts in an equal and dispassionate perspective then you can't see what is in front of you when the lights go on.

In the meantime there is a spiraling Rolodex of injurious trends and events, as perfectly displayed in the following graphic. If you can look at this and see nothing wrong with it, there is something very wrong with you. This was taken at a Gay Pride event.

I've got nothing against genitals, or sex or the free display of affection but... there is a cohesion that exists in society that holds a society together. Without that cohesion, it will fall apart and horrors will follow horrors. There is a basic schematic by which a society can flourish and a lack of which that leads to circumstances like Rwanda and all of this, like our present Crisis Actor Reality TV shows, also accounts for more additions to the unnumbered dead. The body count is amazing. The suffering incalculable and inexpressible. As they say, “You had to be there.” I sincerely hope you are not.

Okay, I got things to do and so I will close with a collection of shots of Visible, taken this morning. I am sorry I am not holding today's newspaper to show you how very recent they are; a la “Midnight Run” or somesuch. I'm not going to be mistaken for Tom Cruise; thank god. I'm clear! Good god I'm clear. Hey... someone put the Incredible String Band on the box and somebody please give John Travolta a massage and a half and half.


Photos to follow;

Okay, I look like a complete idiot but that's how it goes. I don't know if certain people really wanted to see a photo or not. I do know there are people around who are taking some kind of pleasure in messing with me. Whatever your motives are, here are some photos. I don't usually do this and that is why there were no photos and I had to have my friend take some. I already know what I look like.

Remember friends, if you want a visit as we loop the US, give me an address, even if it is only a restaurant and a phone number and I will include it all in a calculation of what is possible. If you don't mind driving a bit we can surely meet halfway. That I will do. There is a northern route and a southern route and we are taking the northern route first. We are six weeks away so there is plenty of time to make accommodations.

My friends, regardless of your shortcomings and despite my own; love the ineffable and tell the ineffable that you do, every chance you get. Go into the wild and scream it to the trees and the rocks. Love deeply and completely. Love your author! Love your author in everyone you meet. No matter what your suffering has been and I think I can personally speak to the severity of the possibilities of that, soldier on! Love to the deepest capacity of your heart. Let Gratitude rise in endless waves from your being and let the perfume of it ascend upon the air, so that the very gates of Heaven open to draw it in. Be grateful! Be loving! Be true. Do not shy away from what needs to be said, as this lovely lady does not. Here is one that I would call a hero. She is living proof that the almighty speaks through us and has no fear in respect of it. Love and fear cannot occupy the same space at the same time. Do the math! Every day the world is changing and every day, another heartrendingly beautiful expression of courage and conviction appears before us and demands that we acknowledge and imitate it. Live what you believe, or you are only claiming a faith that you do not possess.


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The Continuing Dissolution of all that is Fine and Honorable Within Us.

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I'd heard for some time that over 50% of the internet traffic was porn. Upon further checking, I have found otherwise. As you continue to probe, you find this debunked. I don't know what the truth is. I know there are a lot of opinions on it. Still, I think it is more than they say because I look at the daily downloads at all of the torrent sites and every day it is mostly porn that is available. Of course, porn is more than badly performed trampoline sex, accomplished by clumsy acrobats.; porn is also the usual fare from the worlds of art, music and movies. It is the transparent lies of talking heads and illiterate reporters giving us the regurgitated offal delivered to them by those who create the news as they want it to read in the minds of those who no longer have a mind.

This seems to be what I notice most in the trends that come and go and which, in some cases, continue on in the process of constant change. The only reason they can continue, is due to the continuous change; proving that. “the more things change, the more they remain the same.” Porn is the daily dependable state of politics and religion. Pornography is anything that has been perverted beyond the boundaries of normal practice. Abnormal is the new normal. A high ranking judge once said something to the effect that, “I couldn't define pornography to you but I know it when I see it.” I see pornography everywhere every day. One might imply that this is a projection of my own inner perversity. I see it as an extension of my objective reasoning abilities.

The Holocaust is pornography; a real dog and pony show, a festival of Mexican hookers shooting ping pong balls out into the audience, while freaks on vacation laugh and chortle at the depressing circumstances of those herded into these behaviors. In clubs in Cambodia, foreign sex tourists bounce prepubescent children on their knees and pass them back and forth to each other. This I know to be true. All pornography, as it is traditionally understood, pales by comparison to The Holocaust which also has a profit margin far, far above the usual pornography.

One should fear the pursuit of the truth like one would fear being pursued by The Jabberwock. The image of the Phoenix rising from it's ashes says little about the pain of bursting into flames beforehand and answering The Sphinx incorrectly comes with it's own unfortunate ends. What one should take away from that particular tale is that the true answer has to do with the passage of any one of us here in the mortal byways of ordinary movement; 'what goes on four feet in the morning, two feet at mid day and three feet in the evening?' This is shown in the four paintings of Thomas Cole; The Voyage of Life. We are the answer to that which we seek. We are both the mystery and the revelation. Of course, we have heard this expressed and explained in myriad ways. We hear but we do not understand. Our intellectual grasp is unfortunately, seldom attended by visceral awareness. This is what happens when vanity obscures objective clarity.

I did not want to go where the truth led me. Of course, I thought I did. I thought there was nothing finer in all the world than to see without a filter; existence as it is. What I saw, inescapably, from whatever the direction, left me in a state of something considerably less than general approbation. True knowledge is a curse when false knowledge holds sway. Few things make people more angry than a perspective that challenges the comfort zone of fools, who have made accommodation to what is not so. We have been round and round this over and over. It doesn't change. Those are not angels dancing on the head of a pin.

There are programs at work to specific ends. If the rise of the Kundalini is the pathway to godhead, then the reversal of it achieves the opposite end and that is the intent. Everything we see in the cultural insanities of these times is geared to the subjugation and enslavement of the human soul and to the dissolution of all that is fine and honorable in us. We are bucking the winds of a calculated effort to unleash the beast within;

The heavy bear who goes with me,

A manifold honey to smear his face,

Clumsy and lumbering here and there,

The central ton of every place,

The hungry beating brutish one

In love with candy, anger, and sleep,

Crazy factotum, dishevelling all,

Climbs the building, kicks the football,

Boxes his brother in the hate-ridden city.

Breathing at my side, that heavy animal,

That heavy bear who sleeps with me,

Howls in his sleep for a world of sugar,

A sweetness intimate as the water’s clasp,

Howls in his sleep because the tight-rope

Trembles and shows the darkness beneath.

—The strutting show-off is terrified,

Dressed in his dress-suit, bulging his pants,

Trembles to think that his quivering meat

Must finally wince to nothing at all.

That inescapable animal walks with me,

Has followed me since the black womb held,

Moves where I move, distorting my gesture,

A caricature, a swollen shadow,

A stupid clown of the spirit’s motive,

Perplexes and affronts with his own darkness,

The secret life of belly and bone,

Opaque, too near, my private, yet unknown,

Stretches to embrace the very dear

With whom I would walk without him near,

Touches her grossly, although a word

Would bare my heart and make me clear,

Stumbles, flounders, and strives to be fed

Dragging me with him in his mouthing care,

Amid the hundred million of his kind,

The scrimmage of appetite everywhere.”

'The scrimmage of appetite everywhere'; when specious argument pursues itself in winding and ever tighter circles, until, like the Wiffenpoof, it disappears up its own asshole. We shift and dissemble and relentlessly chase ourselves into the vale of ignominy. We prance and strut and preen before the twisted fellowship of our deluded fellows, embarrassing ourselves before the gaze of the timeless and liberated but satisfied enough by the applause of those who see through the lens of distorted dreams, reflected in fun-house mirrors. Until awakening comes, we simply turn too and fro in a nightmare of progressive enfeeblement; on four legs in the morning, two legs at mid day and three legs in the evening.

Our lives are not defined by a collection of greater acts that give some enduring significance to the whole of our days, born out of mystery and returning into the same. Our lives are defined by countless smaller moments that collectively proclaim that this is what we were and this is what we are. No sound or image ever dies, they continue in an unending echo; not unlike the tiny ripples on the face of a lake. Our idea of what we are is only a ripple and what we really are is the lake upon which the ripples occur. This is what the Akashic Records are; a history of ripples. A pattern of ongoing insignificance.

I remember certain moments where I saw angels circling out of the sun into wider and wider expansions of the same, as they flew out of the sun every morning to the tasks that lay ahead. It was something like the work of Gustave Dore. You would think with all the things I have seen, getting from wherever that was to wherever this is that my faith would be unshakable. At times it is but not always. That is the cross of being here. You possess nothing you have not earned or which has not been conferred. This is true in the manifest as it is in the invisible. It is who and what rewards you that counts because that determines the nature, quality and longevity of the reward. The more you get hammered here the more you are tenderized for the company of that softer and gentler company of beings that are the product and environment of what we have endured and which is the totality of what our intentions made out of us.

In a world of material excess, it is to be expected that the greater portion of us would be deceived into some form of perdition, masquerading as whatever we have determined the glitter promises and never delivers, which it does not and never will. It is the pedestrian tinsel, reflecting the false light of this world and accompanied by the sounds of chaos and bombast, as fools parade across the stage, pushing one another out of the way in search of some temporary limelight, that serves to illuminate and isolate them as the fools they are. It is far better to endure the censure of the world than to be denied entry into the company of kindred souls, in a world far brighter and more beautiful than anything you will see down here. Here it is just shit airbrushed with iron pyrite that glows in the ghost light of a neon nightmare. You have this upon my soul and everything that I hold dear. The least of what lies beyond is significantly greater than anything you will find here, unless you are going the wrong way.


“We hold these truths to be self evident.”

“We hold these truths to be self evident.”

“We hold these truths to be self evident.”


Self evidence is the evidence of self.


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Pop Goes Elie the Weasel round the Burning Mullberry Bush.

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Today is the Fourth of July; traditionally it is a day of drunkenness, car wrecks and fireworks accidents. It is a day of countless flags waving from balconies and an endless streaming of porcine nomads pulling large carts filled with food, beach chairs and sundry, up to the boardwalk and down to the beach where they lay in melanomic splendor for hours, dreaming of something that remains a mystery to me because I am out of the loop. The Fourth of July is a celebration of many things that no longer exist, such as human rights and a constitution (written by Tom Paine) that got used as toilet paper by a cabal of nine vultures, who feed on the steaming entrails of a disemboweled society, which is now schooled in sodomy and cross dressing for the purpose of utter chaos to come … and then some.

Elie the Weasel died some handful of hours ago. He was a monumental fraud. Of course, just about everything connected to the golden heifer calf he and his cronies have been milking since they first came up with the idea in the First World War, is a fraud.

I have a severe handicap and it truly is a handicap in this world. I go where the truth takes me. For most people, their world is defined by and is an expression of 'what they want to believe', as well as what they 'have been conditioned to believe'. Because of this I have gained little and lost much, at least in the material sense. I would much rather that the truth had not turned out to be the truth but... what does one do when many, many hours of research end up proving the same thing from every angle you observe it from? Here is where conscience renders one into a variant of Prometheus. It seems one is damned if they do and most assuredly damned if they don't.

When I am compelled to explain why I find something to be bullshit; specifically in this case, I point to three powerful facts that cannot be argued away, or filed as mere opinion. Two of these are reported in this link and all of this information can be found at many another source. The first is evidence taken from The Jewish World Almanac and the second is The Official Red Cross document. Some things are even harder to understand than Chinese algebra. How do you claim a figure of six million when you have reduced the number of deaths at one camp from 4.5 million to 1.1 million and still have 6 million?

It has been admitted that 'the gas chamber' at Auschwitz was built in 1949 and every other gas chamber tale has been debunked since, including the one at Dachau. Even known liars have publicly admitted there were no gas chamber execution sites. Ah... but Visible; what about all those eye witnesses at Nuremberg? This is how they came by all that witness testimony.

We are providing a few links. We can provide hundreds and more documents than anyone has time to read. Unlike the usual scoffers, cinder-block heads, professional liars, motivated Satanists and agenda junkies, we have studied the matter enough to have a degree in it. Of course, as we have often maintained here, we only have to convince ourselves. If the rest of you are content to swallow lies and blame your indigestion on bad pasta, go ahead. It is not my concern what position another takes on a matter. That is 'their concern'. If you are comfortable furnishing the living room of your life with ridiculous lies, so be it.

We have no intention of saying that people did not suffer and die in concentration camps. Typhus is not an easy way to go. We have a problem with inflated math and fantastic lies that have been disproved many times by scholars who took the trouble to do so. No one made lampshades or soap out of concentration camp prisoners.

Do I think Hitler was a nice guy? No. Do I think the Nazis were humanitarian angels seeking to make the world a better place? No. Do I think the truth is other than we have been told? Yes. Do I think the allies were more vicious than the Nazis? Yes. Do I think the Zionist Jew slaughter of tens of millions of Russians and others stands as a far more gruesome and actual holocaust than the professional victim holocaust? Yes. Oh... there is more than you can read on the subject. Do I believe that 66 million were killed by the Bolsheviks, or 50 million, or 20 million? I have no idea but I do know it was in the tens of millions. This was accomplished by those who claim they are the victims of that other holocaust. It surprises me that they didn't take out a trademark patent on it.

There is a talk show circuit where known and exposed liars trot around the world shilling bullshit for money and to maintain a myth.

By their works ye shall know them and all anyone has to do is look at what Israel has been up to since it came into being. One should surely consider that Israel and it's alliance with the international Satanic network were responsible for 9/11.

While Americans load up their SUVs and head out to some culinary bacchanal and tell themselves they are celebrating the day their country became the free and noble democratic light of the world, their freedoms are being systematically stolen by the same people who have repeatedly done it in places worldwide for hundreds of years. There is a war on against the traditions of all the Shmoos and Teletubbies who are seated round the picnic tables today. I call them Shmoos for a reason.

It amazes me how controlled people are by what they 'want to believe' and what they 'refuse to believe'. The truth is that the truth is inconvenient. The truth is a serious annoyance when a lie provides so many comforts that the truth will take away. When lies have become the universal currency of people living in denial because their appetites and desires take precedence over their integrity and vigilance, the truth is a pariah dog. In a world, seemingly controlled by merciless prevaricators, the truth had better watch it's ass, especially in a time when everyone else is watching someone else's ass.

If anyone doubts the level of depravity that the recent generations have fallen to, one only has to look at the state of the culture and what passes for music, art and entertainment. It's right there in front of you but you can't see it with your eyes closed. The country is being herded through the paddocks and stocks to the killing floor. Physical death is one thing. Spiritual death is quite another. When people fear truth then both their courage and their vision will abandon them.

To make it against the law to question something is proof positive that there is something being hidden. In this case it doesn't matter if you can prove it or not. The law states that you can't question or deny it, regardless. It doesn't matter if it is true or not. Ernst Zundel was sent to prison for telling the truth. Not only that but they sent his lawyer to prison for representing him. More than you will ever have the time or inclination to read about this is there to be read.

I will not go in fear of these feckless fools. I don't care how powerful they seem to be or think themselves to be. I don't care how many guns and lawyers they have, or how much money or influence they may or may not have or wield. My fate is not in their hands and I know this.

I would have chosen another course for myself, if I had had a choice but... I did not. I am incapable of betraying myself in this manner. Regardless of what these positions and inquiries have cost me, it is worth it. It is one thing to have to stand in the dock and defend yourself, as I have done more than once, it is something else altogether to have to defend yourself before the kingdom throne and explain why you turned your back on the truth so that you might ride off on the back of a lie, or slither into the underbrush because serving the light came at too high a cost. There can be no greater cost than to sell off your inheritance for a mess of pottage.

Yeah... today is the Fourth of July. Today we celebrate our freedom but that's a sham. There is no freedom when you are chained to a wheel and where you have surrendered your liberty in the false hope of a non existent security. It doesn't get taken from you. You give it up. No one becomes a slave until they cease to be their own master. Like the country western song says, “If you don't stand for something you will fall for anything.”

Around here, we don't say things we can't prove. Anyone who can explain to me how all these links and documents are untrue and how the official fables are true is welcome to try. I know it can't be done but you are welcome to try, knowing you will only serve to prove the points that have been made around here for so long.

Somehow I feel that by this same time next year, this world is going to be a very different place. How different and in what ways, well... that's up to all of us.


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