There is a basic, simple, slight of hand, magic trick being performed on the children in our land at all times at every second of every single day. It's right there. In front of your fucking face. It's gotten SO alien, insane, unfathomable and broke down that most of you've just decided to 'sit back, "earn a decent living," and watch it burn from a safe distance. Then you selfishly have children and place them immediately into the care of strangers and the same exact 'dumb you down', 'everybody gets a trophy and absorbs information the exact same way' type of NON-HUMAN bullshit. (Again with the blatancy.)
"Budget Issues Force School to Cut (insert non-athletic or sort of 'church-backed') Class." Umm, excuse me...group of old men that think they can make decisions for 300 million people? Yes. What the fuck is a 'budget issue'? What, exactly, does this FUKING EARTH not produce enough of, BY ITSELF, WITHOUT THE NEED FOR HUMAN LABOR, that justifies you making a decision to kill more people with your money than, hmm, I don't know. HOW ABOUT EXPANDING THE INTELLECT OF THE BRAIN, REPRODUCING AND LETTING YOUR NEXT GREAT LINEAGE ENTER SAFELY AND SOFTLY INTO A CREATIVE, PROACTIVE, OPEN-MINDED, LOVING LIVING SPACE OF LEARN-ED, SUFFICIENT,, GENIUSES? We're way past this point because once I learned the amount of money universities, governments and Las Vegas makes on college football and saw with my own eye within 2 weeks of going to college that it was a fuking mistake, I started digging deeper. They fooled me all the way up until I truly believed that there was no other way to just live happy without a college fuking degree. Thank God for West Chester Girls.
As you open your mind from the simple to the intricate disguises that greed, lust and power take on in the form of 'upper management', 'congressman', 'slot machine collecting' government DOUCHEBAGS, you can literally get on track with their mindset and have an explanation for exactly why EVERY single problem in the world exists. How many times as a child do you remember just asking fuking, "Why?" over and over again. Mom breathing in a hint of regret as she softly lies to keep you pure hearted and untainted.
Because they want problems.
Every logical human being on this piece of land, somewhere in their 'not that fuking deep' subconscious KNOWS this as simply the WAY it is. But there's just not enough time in the day unoccupied from the loads of unnecessary red-tape bullshit that everyday life throws your way to 'care enough to do anything about it'. Not only that, where would you start? Fuck it, I'm going to the bar.
It's the same reason jail institutions wake you up at 4:30 in the morning for a 3 PM court hearing that you will most likely just be finding out the date of the reschedule. You'll get the bus fee along with a bunch of other one's after (or if) you get out of jail. This tactic, along with the fucking robe and mallet, literally is in place to make at least a tiny part of you actually think that, "What THEY say you can't do, you CAN'T do. Laws, laws, laws, lawsuits, created words that mean the same thing as another word that's just too blatant to use when you are cupping your power hungry hands around the balls of ANY colored young male you can find walking the fuking sidewalk. Most likely, the young black kid spent the majority of his youth deep down wondering what his neighbors and families did wrong to be living in inner city garbage. They grew up watching videos on TV of any sort of 'money flashing', 'ballin'' type of person they thought must've lived thousands of miles away on a place that maybe, "We just aren't connected to by a bridge just yet," he thought.
Either way, early on, the young black man suspected that something was not right within their culture. He blamed himself and his pure-hearted mother, chasing money after being told and believing that it was the ONLY way out of the hood. That it got you girls, guns and street cred. A sort of a ticket out, per say. "You need it fast and you need a LOT of it, young homie," his older buhl always told him. After young'n's first weed delivery he quickly realized that 'those white people he be seein' on the TV and shit'. Yeah, they lived like 15 miles away and was chillin'. Eyes alone exposing at least 50 glaring differences in opportunity as you travelled down the pike towards the city streets.
If you're older than me, you must at some point admit that you guys fucked up and let this shit get out of hand. By the time my generation and close to it received alternative media through the birth of the internet, it was saw by many to be 'too fucking late'. A lot of my classmates were buying into the bullshit, being fake as fuck at school, having some 'white picket fence' guarantee, trustee nestegg from their father's boss or their uncle's jewish dentist or whatEVER. (Because the families that HAVE the money, yeah they need more. And they've most likely done some immoral, fucked up shit to earn it. Therefore, it's STAYING with the family.) Nobody with blood on their hands just up and 'finds people to give money to and become friends with'. Quite the opposite. They groom their little faggy kid to have the 'charming yet cute self confidence of a 'forever boyish featured' IDIOT'. Mom names him Skyler and parts his hair all cute, showing him off all zannied up at the country club. I almost can't blame faggy but I usually blame the person with the brain in his or her head. In other words, we're all to blame. But some are to be blamed for deliberately preying on the misinformation and welfare of their fellow man.
When THEY (The high class, white kid), unlike our little black friend, are laid out the possible paths that are available to them in life, it's crystal clear that ALL FUCKING 'LITTLE SKYLER' HAS TO DO IS SHOW UP IN A ROOM SOMEWHERE AT A SCHEDULED TIME, forever. If he's a bit reckless, well, hmm, the judge might say, "What do you say ya' need again, ole' chap? Is that? That 'rape' ya' say? Hmm, Sure, we'll allow it. Walk to the next room. A check will show up each Friday and you can now enter the next square box, better known as 'your office'." I prefer, 'The Final Resting Place.'
Here's a quick interesting side point/question. Who ends up worse in these two stories over the long course run of history? Like, 10,000 years from now? The black kid with a raging, pure heart of burning fire and love, backed by music, art, creativity and individualism. Very open-minded and 'awake'. Or the white kid who's life ends up one, long, blinded hoax. He was told what was good and what he should be happy about. He was told what was going to be 'given' to him. He was told things that made him at the least subconsciously think he was an earn-ed, special, 'prime lineage royal DNA', all mighty being. The beast inSIDE the ego was nudged awake. He was given everything he was told he wanted that was good and moral. He wakes up one day and realizes his wife's a coke whore and he actually has a gambling and zanax problem.
As you awake, you will be able to follow the path of the rabbit hole of filth and lies that government's are doing to their people. You will begin to feel better as your tiny little questioning skepticism is validated. Then, you might even gasp when you realize the orderly and timely execution of the 'magic tricks'. At just, "What the fuck type of people decided to be so creatively and brilliantly evil?" You'll admit they did a hell of a job reaching their goal. And, finally, you'll come back again to the people around you, asking a few questions to your friends and family. Taking in their thoughts on these new revelations that came out through a professional internet journalist somewhere in the Middle East, for example. It exposed, backing their story with undeniable evidence, that some sort of large act of corruption had taken place. A major wrong of human being brotherhood. Someone fucked someone else over, and it was BAD. As you talk to the sheep around you, feeling each person out for whatever level of intellect they may be on. Not too long into this process, you can easily see that the dumb, numb or gunned HEAVILY outnumber the logical and moral man. I like to call the process, "Learning to Lose Yourself in a Land Full of Lies."
THIS, in the fucking 9th paragraph, was the original thought that started this blog tonight. (I always work the thought back to it's root. Always sifting my brain through the bullshit filter and to the core of the DEFINITION of the closest I can get to the TRUTH(s) of LIFE, no matter how harsh they all end up being. *Every path that is offered to us as we grow up in our most important 'sponge-like' years of information-seeking and fucking 'playing in the woods checking out weird bugs', aMAZED at the EARTH years, is either a distraction, a ploy to get your money (aka the work you do that benefits your boss greatly more than you probably because you might've had too much respect, dignity and ethics to 'do what it took to climb the corporate ladder'.) (aka an entirely separate scheme that's at the core of it all.)...
So, we're offered these 'big important and noble things' in life and it's like the government is sort of standing at the gates of all these schemes with a robotic smile just guiding us all softly in. Shortly after? MaGiC occurs. You realize you were fooled and want your money or time back. You complain to the manager who says, "Let me check with my boss on that. We'll have to pull out some old case laws to see if we can find you a way out of this here contract you signed." He picks up his phone and dials his golfing buddy over at LLC 'red tape' INC BS GOV'T USA MD whatEVER. He makes Saturday plans with the strippers and, at the end of the call, in passing, sort of softly mentions a situation inolving a little backlash from a 'lesser' individual, a mere 'citizen' with hardly the wings to be ever mentioned as a candidate with the potential to 'govern' (control) a large group of people he DOES NOT KNOW or RELATE to. "Us here, over at 'BIG CORPORATION GOVERNMENT GUYS', we make a lot of tough decisions throughout the work week that makes us restless at night, questioning right from wrong. "Did I really just vote to NOT clean up an oil spill, lessen inner city school budgets and to allow for 'stop and frisks'? All because I wanted my special interest project, who is on the low using me, to see an action that backed up my egotistical boasting of power?" Some sort of 'Fumbled Humble', 'Silly Humility' that is always eating the politician alive as he makes daily progression towards the belief in a Hell. "If there's a Hell then...wait...well, yeah. I guess that'd be us white guys first, huh? Well, better get what we can while were alive and free."
So, were offered a snooze button type of prolonging of sort of a dream scenario with a money scam attached and a bright, shiny and fuzzy answer to every skepticism that may arise from the masses within the 'well-oiled, heavily armed, filthy rich machine we call the United States of America." Immediately upon being entered into a so-called learning institution to better our overall character and development, we are lied to about how the land we stand upon was 'acquired'.
At this core of this thought...I'm with the Indians, the tribe and the family. You get through the American Dream distractions in life and you laugh at how simple it really is to live on this land and still BE FREE (the true definition of the greatest word written). You stop looking OUT among the national anthem screaming, blind, dumb and def that make up the majority of the populace. And you, as fast as you can, strip away EVERY SINGLE THING you were made to believe growing up. You start looking within. You become happy upon the realization that your naturally free mind found itself in the spider web. You forgive yourself and you forgive others. You know there aren't enough pairs of BALLS alive anymore to successfully and thoroughly stage a change for the better, a revolt, in other words a gathering of like-minded individuals that are fed up dealing with it all and have LOGICALLY thought some things through and feel STRONGLY ENOUGH about what is right and what is wrong, which is simply anything that physically harms another human or takes from them. You stand up and fight for your right and what you believe in. The American Revolution. Yeah, sort of like that.
Now you know there's no chance for a quick change. These boys have dug themselves in quite nicely. They've literally sent their shit downstream and let us deal with it all. The power, it gets to them, the greed. And they're so damn scared of it all crashing down on them that they continually come up with ways (laws/taxes) to steal from the honest man and purchase from the WEAPONS MAN. These mother fuckers have enough military to fight, what? Like, a 5 pack of planets or some shit? WHAT, are they preparing for? WHEN, did the invention of gun powder and the printing press be allowed by grown ass men to get out of hand? HOW, did the majority of our father's not see it happening? Not stop it before it got too big?
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