The Truth

" . . . i could even label it and it would go ziiiiinnnngggggg! right over your head . . ."

Sphere Being Alliance starship Radiance found in a speck of Dust

That bright blob at the lower right of the image is caused by a dust particle drifting in front of the LASCO camera for the duration of the 21-second exposure and reflecting sunlight onto the CCD. Exposures like these typically happen a few times per year. Were one to contact the SOHO mission team at ESA or NASA directly, they would get confirmation of the same. It’s a well-documented phenomena. They should know, they designed the equipment in the first place and are more than willing to discuss its capabilities.

Sometimes multiple particles cause streaks such as in the photo below taken only a few days ago at the time of this writing.  Were a group of bloggers trying to line their pockets while disarming the gullible portions of the US public, they might use the photo below to attempt to establish credibility for their fabrications by saying "The Event" had begun, and the sun is being attacked by the klingon ship seen in the upper right.  Anyone with half a brain would know they had dust in their eyes and their hands in other peoples' pockets.  AK!  How could that ever happen? o.0

Continue reading at this link provided by the SOHO team from 2005 which explains how the highway was paved in our solar system as in the image below.

 

Crack Marcus Chinese Earthquake

Great Firewall of China cracked by Marcus VII Panzerkampfwagen mouse encoded laser tracked reptoid implants cutting through Sym4ntec edge MD5 reuters.  Results expected today.

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No More Delays—Commit to Recovering Endangered Red Wolves

The U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service announced that it is suspending further reintroductions of red wolves and effectively suspending any future progress in bringing red wolves back from near extinction. This politically motivated decision is a betrayal of the agency’s mission under the Endangered Species Act and jeopardizes the existing, tenuous recovery. When asked, the FWS would not even commit to preventing red wolves from going extinct. The FWS needs to get serious about red wolf recovery before it’s too late. Its revised estimates have found that as few as 50 to 75 red wolves exist in the wild, down from more than 100 just months ago. This announcement comes only a week after FWS staff confirmed that a lactating red wolf was shot by a landowner under a FWS-issued permit. Please tell FWS Director Dan Ashe to stop delaying and commit to real, effective efforts to recover red wolves.

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Circle Heads of Planet Ma

They sleep in a box, they go outside after breakfast and sit in a little box on wheels, they drive their little box to a huge box of boxes that even has room for mobile boxes in the basement, they step into a tiny box all together and press little buttons 4, 32, 67, they walk into large room full of topless boxes, or if they are important they have their own private box, and some even have secretarys in the box outside their own. A piece of paper lands on their desk. There are little etched stained ink glyphs on the paper they grab and orient correctly with the top on the top. It is, in essence, a smashed box that has become two dimensional for all practical purposes. They stare at the box as the 60 Hertz lamps modulate a light onto the page reflecting the opposite image of light onto their retinas sixty times per second exactly the same beat and synchronization as every other person in that entire huge building box. The little glyphs then proceed to change the patterns in their minds in a most peculiar fashion that actually changes their minds. They sit and stare until their mind has been completely boxified based on their prior highly focused educational box created in the box world. Some of them will add a note, or make a new smashed box to pass around to everyone else, or perhaps to only a few of them.

GLOBALIST AGENDA EXPOSED

While suntanning in the beautiful smog this morning, i literally tripped over an article in USA Today. Somebody had been using it to clean out their crack pipe and carelessly tossed it on the sidewalk where it had lodged embedding itself between two slabs. The photo piqued my interest immediately. There it was, a full blown picture of a rabbit, and we eat rabbits around here. Already sure this was an agent of the Globalist New World Order Agenda, i started examining the article for clues and into the rabbit hole i fell . . .

You WON'T BELIEVE what left one Denver pilot stranded at the airport! (It's a rabbit.) -- Jelisa Castrodale, USA Today Travel, July 6, 2015 8:00 am

Reading carefully with all of the scrutiny of a chiroptera, the following few words pebbled the trail,

"many German cars have wires that have a soy based coating",

and so following the payoff scheme of the Globalist Cabal, it became obvious the German cars were at the bottom of this vicious attack on private American citizens.  And who is it that makes German cars? The enemy of the Wolf-wagon of course,  BMW!  Note how sinister this plot really is; BMW has totally avoided cancer causing coatings like PVC!

According to the Washington Times "A new study finds that the most aggressive drivers on the road are men between the ages of 35 and 50 who drive blue BMWs."  Obviously mind control is in play here by the Khazarian Nazi German puppet masters.  And who else just happens to live in Washington DC?  Why Charles Kenny, the Globalist, of course; senior fellow at the Center for Global Development, a columnist for BusinessWeek and a contributing editor at Foreign Policy.

And so there we have it, folks.  The top man on the pyramid of NWO Globalist Agenda has been exposed to be Kenny himself!

OH MY GOD! THEY KILLED KENNY! 

YOU BASTARDS!

 

Yet another Reptoid Manifesto

The Parents drew circles around the campfire of Nukashima uttering secret words:

0il, boil, toil and tr0uble,
Bubble, smear, fume, and smirk,
Lurk, w0rk, shake and quake,
Render politics whole and fake!

Each of them dipped an elbow into the boiling brew, marking their arms with festering goo.
Pixels flew and code maligned, the sea of glass cracked the bowels of time.
Circled, they licked the broth in line as the emerald frost of the ethers limed.

Hail Storm Brewer ye twist here now!
Born of dead flesh of a once proud Cow!
Bring now forth from Nukashima Lake
The Deadly Eternal Black favIcon Snake!

Up in the corner of the blog appeared
The newest member of the family endeared
Meaning to remind Earth of his intended dread
They all decided to name him Fred.

Hi FRED!!!!  :D

Press Roped Down By Aides at Hillary Event | The Weekly Standard

The press was roped down by aides today at Hillary Clinton event in New Hampshire. Photos of the press corps following Clinton at a July 4 parade were shared today on Twitter and Snapchat.

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Blogged 3:43 PM, Jul 4, 2015 • By DANIEL HALPER

ISIS DISCLOSURE: The Secret Life

"Love's greatest deceit is that, replacing the real woman, it makes us toy
with a doll that lives in our brain: the only woman we have ever at hand and
the only woman we can ever truly posess.  Gradually, to our sorrow, we force
the real woman to conform to this artificial creation."
                                 -- Marcel Proust,
                              Remembrance of Things Past


                          "Virtue is vice, and vice is virtue."
                                 -- Marquis de Sade


WACKERS ARE EVERYWHERE

There I was handcuffed to the bar in a popular bondage club when some guy came 
up to me and asked if I would be interested in a job.  I was expecting him to 
ask to be beaten, and I just wasn't in the mood.  He asked me if I wanted a 
drink and I said, "Sure."  He proceeded to tell me about this dream that he 
had of owning a phone sex company that would be entirely run by women, with 
him just basically sitting at home and watching the money roll in.  At this 
point in time he had the space and some office help but was looking for women 
to be 'fantasy makers.'  I had never done this before and was starting to get 
enthused by the idea: I could work from home, whenever I wanted to, and didn't 
have to deal with a boss standing behind me watching my every move.  I took 
the business card he offered and decided to call him the next day to check out 
the space where the company was situated.  I wanted to make sure that this was 
a legitimate business and he wasn't some sleazy bastard trying to get laid.
     The next day I went to the warehouse and met the women who directed calls 
through to the 'fantasy makers.' They were all very nice and instantly I felt 
that this was going to be a perfect job for me.  Now three years later I still 
work for this company and several others besides.

     Before I could start working I had to learn about the different types of 
calls I would be getting, how to make the different calls, billing and so 
forth.


THE FANTASY CALL

There are two different ways to begin a fantasy call.  Either the caller gets 
transferred to my phone via the office, or I have to make a non-published 
collect call to the actual wacker (a guy wanting phone sex) -- non-published 
so that my phone number doesn't appear on their phone bill.  By the way, 
fantasy makers do not know the phone number that the wacker calls to reach us;
the company keeps that information from us.  So we also do not know the amount
that the company is charging the wacker for the privilege of talking with us.
     Most of the time a wacker will call the office I work for and ask for a 
certain type of woman: for instance, blonde, tall, small-breasted and into 
group sex.  Then the girls at the office will go through the lists of fantasy 
makers working at the time and look at their charts to see if any fantasy 
maker matches the caller's requirements.  If no-one working at the time 
matches the requirements, the office girls call whomever they think can act 
the part just as well.  So I would say that most of the time a wacker does not 
get a girl who embodies his fantasy image.


BILLING

I keep track of the length of each call and at the end of the call I record 
the time I spent and how much I earned in an invoice.  I get paid more if the 
wacker requested me by name, or by physical requirements or if the call was 
made in premium time -- midnight to 6 AM.  I earn 30 dollars for the first 15 
minutes then 10 dollars for each subsequent minute of overtime.  After each 
call, I call the office and tell them how many minutes or hours of overtime I 
have and the amount of the invoice.  They then give me a code to record on the 
invoice for that particular call.  They do this to make sure that they and the 
wackers don't get ripped off by girls claiming more overtime than actually 
occurred.  So everything is documented at the office and on my end.  Once I 
have earned enough money to satisfy my needs, I send the invoice to the 
office.  They check it against their records and send me a check within seven 
working days.  It would be easier if they just sent me a check based on their 
own records, but I think they want you to send in your own invoice so that if 
you make any mistakes, they aren't accountable for it.  If you forget to 
invoice a wacker, they won't pay you for it, even though they have a record of 
the call.  So unless you're meticulous about your accounting, it's very easy 
to get, um, screwed.
     As a fantasy maker I have the right to refuse any wacker's call.  But 
most of the time I'll accept a call because the money is always good no matter 
who it comes from.  Once I agree to accept the call, the office girl will tell 
me his name and for how long I can talk to him.  A first time caller is 
allowed fifteen minutes straight and ten minutes of overtime.  But regulars 
are usually allowed as much overtime as they want.  And as I said, you get a 
bonus if a wacker specifically requests you by name or by features. 


THE FANTASY MAKER

The first step to becoming a fantasy maker is to choose a fantasy name.  I 
found it difficult to find a name that wasn't already being used.  After six 
tries I finally settled on Juliette, chosen from the Marquis de Sade novel of 
the same name (subtitled "The Prosperities of Vice") which I had read 
recently.  I thought that very apropos and hoped it would augur well for me.
     When it comes to learning to be a fantasy maker, you don't get any 
preparation for it; you're just supposed to figure it out yourself.  That is 
how they separate the good fantasy makers from the bad.  In fact, the office 
secretly maintains lists in which the fantasy workers are categorized.  If you 
are an OK phone sex girl, you are on the B list; excellent, you're on the A 
list; and terrible lands you an entry on the C list.  Girls on the C list 
hardly ever get calls except on the busiest nights; if there's no-one else to 
take a call, an unfortunate wacker will often get directed to a C list girl.  
Most C list girls soon quit, however, because they don't earn enough money to 
make it worthwhile for them.  Obviously we're not supposed to know about the 
existence of the lists, and certainly not which list we're on.  But, through a 
friend in the office, I know who's on which lists.

     When getting into this job I knew that I would have to deal with some 
strange shit.  But I was confident I could handle it.  I've lived a very 
interesting life, and I thought I had heard it all, seen it all, etc.  
However, three years later I still get some wackers who freak me out.
     Nothing could have prepared me for my first call.  I must also point out 
at this time that I had never before had phone sex with a boyfriend, much less 
a stranger, so I was pretty nervous.


PHIL

Phil was my first wacker ever.  And I will never forget him.  Many times he 
has asked to speak to me again but I have always refused.  He is the only 
person on my banned list and for good reason.  
     He wanted me to be 17, tall, blonde, have small tits and green eyes.  The 
office girl told me that he wasn't into anything kinky so I should just have 
fun with him.  Well, they were wrong.  We start talking and I explain to him 
that this is my first call ever; being an experienced wacker, I thought he 
might enjoy my being a "virgin."
     Halfway through the call my puppy starts barking.  I try to quiet her, 
but no such luck.  Phil hears her barking and says, "Is that your dog?" I 
reply, "No, I don't have a dog."  But her barking was so loud that there was 
no getting out of it.  At this point I'm thinking please, don't ask me to have 
sex with the dog!  Especially not my first call!  I didn't want to say no to 
him because he was a valued customer at the company and I was new.  I didn't 
want to pretend to have sex with my dog, either.  I mean I have to live with 
this puppy, see her everyday.  It's not like she'll give me her phone number 
and I can call her back tomorrow if I want more.  (Just kidding.)  I didn't 
want to do a bestiality call at all.  So I decided to ignore that part of his 
request and just continue with the conversation.  However, he kept 
interjecting, "So how about that dog...?"  Well, finally I convince him to 
fantasize about me being the dog and him fucking me as the dog.  My first 
call ever lasted almost three hours and consisted of me barking and whining 
for the latter two hours.  That's a little over $200.  I was excited about the 
money I had earned but depressed that it would be a lot harder to earn than I 
thought.  I told the office after the call what had happened.  They apologized 
and said that that would probably be the worst call I'd ever have to do.  Once 
again they were wrong. 
     Over the course of three years I have had some really bizarre calls... 
and some really boring ones, too.  So I'll keep the boring stuff to myself, 
and just give you a few of the wacked out stories.  Here are some of the 
callers I've had.


MICHAEL

Michael is a regular client.  He calls almost everytime I work.  His trip is 
Van Halen.  He loves Van Halen.  We never talk about sex; instead, our 
conversations are always about his favorite band.  At first I thought this was 
great: I don't have to sit there and moan and groan about something that I'm 
really not doing or enjoying.  But for three years I've heard about Van Halen 
three times a week!  What more could there be to know about Van Halen?!  
Michael tells me about his family and friends, who are all completely into Van 
Halen.  He chooses his friends from concerts he's been to and so forth.  He 
hasn't had a steady girlfriend because none of them can tolerate his adoration 
for the band.  When I suggested to him that he find a girl at a concert, he 
was completely against that idea, because in his mind he would have to fight 
with her constantly to show who was more of a fan.  So he talks to me instead.  
Not only does he talk to me, but he also talks to other girls who work for the 
company.  When I ask them what he talks about, they all say Van Halen.  Well, 
at least he's a consistent wacker.  His friends have a pact between them: to 
stay in the mix, and to maintain their Van Halen fan status they must come up 
with a new Van Halen joke a day.  I find this very bizarre.  When I tell him 
that this is a strange way to conduct a friendship, he replies with, "It's the 
only way that it works for me."  Well, whatever Michael.  For some reason it 
does not surprise me in the least that he is a lawyer from Michigan.


PETER

Peter is a pretty typical wacker.  His fantasy is quite common.  He wants me 
to be his 50 year-old mother, blonde, 5'3", and with exorbitantly large 
breasts.  We're talking 38-DDDs here.  What is unusual about this guy is the 
fact that his fantasy never changes.  Most wackers have the same type of 
fantasy for each call but the scenario is somewhat different everytime.  They 
like a little creativity.  However Peter wants to relive the same scene each 
time.  His call status is about twice a week for an hour or so.  
     In his fantasy, I am his mother, in the bathtub, with the door slightly 
ajar (of course).  He supposedly doesn't know I'm in the bath and he 
accidentally walks in to go pee or whatever.  Now in real life when this 
happened, his mother told him to get out.  But in the fantasy he wants me to 
invite him in instead.  So it progresses to him getting in the bathtub with me 
and Mummy is asking him to rub her back and soap her shoulders, etc.  You can 
imagine where this is going, so I'll leave the rest to you.  The more times 
you can call him Son, or yourself Mummy, the harder he wacks it.  This kind of 
call is very formulaic, involving the repetition of key words that the wacker 
loves hearing.  It's up to the skilled fantasy maker to divine what those key 
words are.
     Peter stands out in my mind as the most bizarre incest fantasy caller 
because of how emotional he gets about it.  If I take too long to reach the 
conclusion, or tease him, he'll start sobbing, saying that I'm supposed to 
love him because I'm his mother.  He really gets into his fantasy.  Whereas 
other wackers' Mother-Son fantasies aren't that serious, aren't based on 
anything factual from their past. 


THE FROGMAN

I don't remember this particular wacker's name.  I think I've only spoken to 
him once.  His fantasy centered around his fascination with frogs and death. 
He wanted me to create a scene for him of hundreds of frogs leaping around my 
floor and I was supposed to kill them all in different ways, with precise 
details for each kill.  So I burned a bunch of them, flushed some, cooked 
some, blended some in a blender, and even sat on one...everything possible you 
could do to kill a frog.  But the wacker was not about to get off the phone 
and I was really bored by this time.  So finally I asked him what I should do 
to the last frog.  Excitedly, he replied, "Finish him off!"  Well, I finished 
him off alright.  I squashed the little fucker flat into the ground.  
Unbeknownst to me that was what he had been waiting for all along.  Nothing 
like a foot fetish and a frog fetish.  In heated words punctuated with 
guttural noises, he informed me of his immense pleasure, and that was it.  
Four hundred dollars for me and a satisfied wacker.  But I will never think 
the same way about frogs again.


RACY PHONE SEX GIRL OR MILD-MANNERED MEDICAL TRANSCRIPTIONIST?

Now comes the part where I tell you what it's like to be a phone sex girl.  A 
lot of people think it's a cool job, and I do get funny stories out of it.  
But there's also a downside for me.  Having to talk about sex with people I 
don't know or who are straight-up assholes is not fun.  Many fantasy calls 
involve a lot of incest, rape and other topics that I am one hundred percent 
not interested in.  So creating fantasies -- someone else's fantasy -- around 
these things can be difficult because I have to sound convincingly enthused.  
Also it's really hard for me to fake an orgasm, and doing that several times a 
day can be taxing.
     A job that involves deception necessarily engenders mistrust.  My 
relationships with men who I am friends with has not been affected by my 
occupation, as far as I know.  But I'm hesitant to tell new people I meet what 
I do for a living, out of fear that they will automatically make assumptions 
about the kind of person I am without really getting to know me first.  On the 
other hand, it's hard for me to shake the feeling that any new guy I meet 
isn't just another wacker.  This is a serious downfall.  There are people I 
have met who may have been really good people, but because of my work and the 
way I feel about men who are strangers, I have dismissed them unfairly.
     I cannot tell my family what I do -- and this is a source of great 
tension in my life.  I can't claim to work anywhere specific, either -- that 
lie would be too easily uncovered.  So as far as my family is concerned, I'm a 
medical transcriptionist who works from home -- a credible story since I have 
done medical transcription in the past.
     But enough bitching!  There are some really cool things about my job: I 
can work from home whenever I want to, and of course, the money is good.  When 
I first started working, I could earn a few hundred dollars a week.  Nowadays, 
I can earn more than a thousand dollars a week if I want to.  I'm on the A 
list, which means I get more calls than I once did.  And there is nobody 
looking over my shoulder, although the exhibitionist in me sometimes wishes 
there were!

     It's 3:00 and the phone is ringing, right on time.  I'll have to end this 
file, otherwise I might miss my Van Halen wacker, and that would be a damn 
shame.  There would be no new joke of the day for me...

Wackers: The Secret Life of a 'Fantasy Maker' -- By Isis 10/31/1997-#344

The effects of Psychic Trauma on children

A Reading from the Book of Dead Beef:

The Evil Truth About Peter Pan

by Lady Carolin 

     Countless numbers of children and adults have enjoyed J.M. Barrie's
frolicking, sugar-sweet tale of _Peter Pan_.  Originally titled _Peter and
Wendy_, this children's story has been a universal favorite, read and enjoyed
by many millions of sexually frustrated people, unaware consciously of their
sexual desires and naughty impulses.

     It is safe to assume that the vast majority of parents do not realize the
evil, sexual, twisted nature of the story they read to their sweet little
children. The frightening truth is that Freudian symbolism and Jungian
archetypes pervade the story, turning innocent fun into perverted sexual
sadism.  Mythological overtones cast a shadow of black voodoo magic.
Sociological concepts such as rape, murder, crime and violence permeate the
story, unseen to many of the readers.

     On the sub-conscious level, the subliminal messages implanted throughout
the book enter the minds of what were once innocent, pure children, perverting
them and turning their minds to sludge.  Walt Disney Studios has for many years
helped to perpetuate this Satanic fable, thus assisting in the corruption of
our children, our morals; yea, the destruction of the very fabric of our
society. 

The Main Characters

                                                       Peter Pan

     In mythology, the god Pan was a fertility god, most often represented as a
satyr, that sexually insatiable, well-hung beast of the forest and woodlands. 
Pan is a solar god, and as most primitive peoples see the sun as flying through
the sky or being carried in the sky, it is safe to assume that Peter Pan's
flying comes from this particular aspect of the folk god.  Another aspect of
Pan is that of the Horned God.  In this aspect, Pan was often associated and
identified with Satan, the Devil.  Like Satan, Peter Pan is hooved, horned,
flies by night, and seduces innocent young girls.  The rampant Satanic under
currents in this story have yet to be studied in detail but may prove to be
quite astonishing and indeed terrifying.

     As the word "Peter" is often used as slang for the penis, it is surmised
that the name Peter Pan translates roughly to "Dick God."  A pop-psychology
book of the 1980's described the "Peter Pan Syndrome" in which men refuse to
grow up and take responsibility for their actions.  Peter Pan indeed refuses to
grow up.  Instead he indulges in escapist fantasies and cavorts wildly with
small boys in secluded caves.  Peter Pan runs away from his past (repression
and denial) and blames Captain Hook for all the evils in the world
(projection).  Peter's own crusade against evil (reaction formation) stems from
his superego insecurities.  Peter's Shadow represents his paranoiac tendencies
and his persecution complex.

                                      Wendy

     Wendy has continually captivated the imagination of men and lesbians
alike, in her filmy, transparent, oh-so-sexy blue dress.  Like Peter and most
of the characters in the story, she has an unresolved childhood complex.  In
Wendy's case it is the Electra complex he runs away from when she joins Peter
and his merry troupe.  Besides agreeing to submit to Peter sexually, she brings
along her younger brothers and the family pet in the hopes that Peter's sexual
needs will be fulfilled by the young boys and the dog.  Thus Wendy is making a
sacrifice of a sort to her god.  Peter asks Wendy to be mother to him and the
Lost Boys.  Wendy agrees readily, because of her power/control fixation.
Wendy's love for her father and her own insecurities revolving around penis
envy cause her to fall in love with Peter and, concordantly, with his penis.

                                   Tinkerbelle

     This sexual nymph uses her wiles and her charm to peddle drugs for a
living.  Her "pixie dust" is none other than angel dust (PCP) or sometimes
crystal meth.  Tinkerbelle uses the drug to lure Wendy, Michael and John to
follow Peter Pan.  The PCP really shows the children how to "fly" and their
hallucinations will conduct them to the magical realm of Never Never Land.
Their addiction guarantees that they will follow Peter, thus Peter will be
happy.  Thus Tinkerbelle will be happy, as she loves Peter with all her little
heart.  Her hatred for Wendy stems from her jealousy of Wendy's voluptuous
sexuality.  Tinkerbelle's worst handicap is her small size, which makes her
unable to ride on Peter's love pole.  However, it is extremely likely that
Tinkerbelle was on several occasions used by Wendy as an animated, warm,
squirming dildo.

                                 John and Michael

     Wendy's brothers serve minor roles in the story.  Their only importance as
characters revolves around their roles as sex slaves for the sole purpose of
gratification for the other characters.  It can be noted that both brothers
carry some sort of fetish for protection and as sexual toys.  John carries his
umbrella, a long, hard black object with a pointy end, and the baby carries his
teddy bear, symbolizing his enjoyment of sex with animals.

                                   Captain Hook

     Captain Hook represents Satan in his evil aspect, while Peter represents
Satan in his good aspect.  Captain Hook's loss of a hand represents his
castration anxiety.  His hook itself represents the captain's handicapped
sexual skills and inability to maintain an erection.  Captain Hook's impotence
persists unless he is raping someone.  Due to schizophrenic tendencies, Captain
Hook hears voices and imagines he hears a ticking clock (representing his fear
of his own impending death) inside the womb-like belly of the alligator.

                                  The Lost Boys

     The Lost Boys are delinquents to an even greater extent than Peter Pan.
These rebels without a cause follow blindly their Satanic leader.  The Lost
Boys have all run away from home (ostensibly to escape sexual abuse) and now
must sexually satisfy Peter.  They are continually abused by Peter in that they
are forced to give him their sexual favors, they are condemned to live in a
damp cave, and they must eat their own cooking.  The cave symbolizes the black,
dark wombs of their mothers, and despite the abuse, the Lost Boys continually
prefer the cave to returning home to face up to their own Oedipal complexes.

                                   The Mermaids

     The mermaids represent the hedonist lifestyle that author J.M. Barrie
longed for but was unable to accomplish.  They drink, they swim, they play,
they sun themselves, they brush their hair, and they engage in numerous lesbian
sexual acts (providing much voyeur enjoyment for the other island inhabitants.)
Their breasts are hidden by their long silky hair, which reminds the pirates of
their terrible weaning periods, when the breasts of their mothers were made
unavailable to them.  This deprivation also applies to the sexual organs of the
mermaids, which are not visible, creating an intriguing mystery for the pirate
crew.  The cunts of the mermaids are as inaccessible to the men as the vaginas
of their own mothers.  Men always want what they can't see or can't have, and
the pirate crew spend many an hour forcing the helpless mermaids to engage in
oral sex with them to relieve some of their sexual frustrations from not being
able to have penile/vaginal intercourse with the sea-nymphs.  This oral rape is
a catharsis by which the pirates vent their own oral fixation and relieve their
neurotic anxiety.

                                       Smee

     Smee is Captain Hook's homosexual lover.  Although obese due to being
fixated at the oral stage, Smee is capable of the wild sexual abandon in love-
making which Captain Hook can never get from quiet Tiger Lily or prim and
proper Wendy.  Smee's fat, untidy appearance leads us to also suspect anal
expulsive tendencies.

                                   The Pirates

     The pirates, in their servitude to Captain Hook, are Satan's evil minions.
With their assistance, Satan/Hook terrorizes Never Never Land and rapes,
pillages and plunders.  The pirates spend a lot of time drunk, it can be
inferred, although most readers may not have noticed that it is not rum or beer
the pirates drink, but actually the blood of kittens and helpless babes which
have been sacrificed to their Lord and Master.

                                  The Alligator

     The alligator, with its wide, gaping pink mouth symbolizes the vaginal
cavity, the great chasm of a Mother-hole from which we all emerge.  Captain
Hook's fear of the alligator may stem from his unresolved Oedipal fantasies
which center around the wet, warm, open mouth of the alligator.  Gazing into
what he perceives as the inviting space of his mother's vagina, Hook falters
and becomes frightened, backing away as if to run.

                                    Tiger Lily 

 The Indian princess brings a racist aspect to the story.  While Wendy, who
is white, fights valiantly and intelligently against the nefarious Captain,
Tiger Lily sits passively, awaiting her fate.  The stereotype this brings into
the story is that of Indians being passive and uninitiating.  The Indian maid
is of course Captain Hook's love slave.  Raped repeatedly by the Captain and
his loyal band of hairy, animalistic sailors, the Indian Princess succumbs
quietly to her fate.  The dark skin of the girl enables the Captain to live out
his racist, brutalizing fantasies as he subjugates a racial minority in his
white-supremacist quest for power.  Possibly Tiger Lily's constant stiff
posture is due to chronic attacks of catatonic schizophrenia. 

Symbolism

                                      Swords

     Swords figure prominently throughout the story.  To Captain Hook, the
sword represents his desire to have a longer penis and to conquer the world. 
As the sword is a symbolic representation of his penis, Captain Hook repeatedly
thrusts the sword into the faces of his friends and enemies alike, representing
his power over them, raping them symbolically.  Peter Pan's sword is shorter
but more skilled, possibly representing author J.M. Barrie's own sexual
frustration at having a small endowment, but also symbolizing his persistent
goal of acquiring skill with which to use his tool.  "Quality not quantity...."

                                    The Plank

    The plank is a phallic symbol.  Wendy and Peter's punishment is to "walk
the plank," a metaphor for intercourse with Captain Hook.  The edge of the
plank is the brink of the Captain's sexual peak.  Jumping off the plank is a
release, a climax.  The prisoner falls into the wet waters far below after the
peak is reached.  Wendy is handcuffed and gagged to be more helpless, symbolic
of how Captain Hook feels about his own sexuality at times.  The handcuffing
may mirror Captain Hook's own anger at having his hands tied as a child to
prevent him from masturbating excessively.  The gag in Wendy's mouth is another
symbol for oral sex.  The punishment for not being a pirate (which on the
subconscious level represents converting to Satanism) is walking the plank.

                                      Water
                                      
     Water figures prominently in the story. Again, water is a symbol of the
mother, and also of the end result of climax.

                                   The Islands

     Never Never Land consists of a series of small islands, representing the
feelings of isolation of all the main characters.  The boats, with their
phallic masts, represent tools which can be utilized to reduce isolation.  With
all the hidden sexual symbolism, and the implied sexual frenzy and frequent
orgies, the islands can be described as a hotbed of sedition.

                                    Skull Rock                               

     Skull Rock, that foreboding monolith, is the most powerful representation
of death in the entire story.  The characters view it differently: Most fear it
because they are afraid of reprisals for homosexual or promiscuous behavior.
Skull Rock may indeed be a temple to Satan, a place where blood sacrifices are
offered up to the Dark One.

                                       Cows
                                  
     I think you will most definitely agree with me that the utter (udder?)
lack of cow imagery in the Peter Pan story leaves this tale quite shallow,
incomplete, and devoid of religious symbolism, meaning, and purpose. 

 Plot

     The plot of this book is simplistic and straightforward, intended to
capture the attention of not only children but also that of an illiterate,
uninformed, ignorant audience.

     The plot follows a well-known success formula, found in many of today's
other popular novels:

     1. Abused children dream about leaving home.

     2. The children's dreams are answered when a drug dealer arrives (in the
        guise of a friend).

     3. The children subsequently become drug addicted and are taken away to
        live in a new place under the control of the drug dealer.

     4. The children are forced to give sexual favors to miscreant, perverted,
        pedophilic adults.

     5. The children manage to escape and return home after a serious of
        mishaps and adventures.

     6. The children are glad to be home and vow to behave themselves
        forevermore.

     The moral in the story was placed to attract adults to purchase the book
and read it to their children.  However it is a shallow, false stab at
morality, in that the other 99% of the book is comprised of attempts to
sexualize the world's children and convert them en masse to Satanism. 

Summary

     Readers who have paid close attention have found that the entire Peter Pan
book is full of nasty sexual antics, bestiality, voodoo, cult religious
practices, and an undercurrent of evil and hatred.  Thus this book makes
EXCELLENT reading for your children and mine.  It can almost be thought of as a
survival guide or a Do-It-Yourself Street Smarts course.  "Scared Straight"
uses this novel as a textbook in all their programs.  Be sure to run right out
and buy a copy today so that your children may be well informed, well adjusted,
and well on their way down the path to success, love, exciting occult religious
practices, animal husbandry, and long life.

Policemen caught RED-HANDED wearing hand-cuffs! Public Sexual Deviance!

The man in this video clearly points out that HAND CUFFING policemen is more abusive than child-abuse and human trafficking. Removing the State Secrets Act would be a whole lot easier than trying to write a zillion articles attempting to raise attention to Satanism or what... ever... What sort of hypocrites condemn other people for hand cuffing children at the same time as they hand-cuff their own police? Transparent governance and enforcement would make "National Security" fears moot because every government on earth would be able to see what every other government was really about right down to its marrow.  That "National Security" facade causes subliminal fear that something is a lot larger than it truly is.  More money is spent these days on covering things up than the things are worth in the first place.  But what the hell would i know?  hmmmm... that's what the MP said.

Political Correctness: RANT

Maybe it's because I am in my 50's and grew up in the "good ole days".  Life was simple then. My household was like the Cleavers (Leave it to Beaver). Mom stayed home, Dad worked, 5 kids in my family..all close in age like stair steps. Kids played outside (we were forced to "..go out and play" after breakfast in the summer (in hind sight, it was to protect my mother's sanity)...now people get their kids taken away for letting them play in the park..sheesh! Neighbors looked out for one another, peoples sex lives were a private matter. Racially, relations were ...well, what they were. Blacks lived in "their" neighborhoods, whites in "theirs" and it was by choice. Civil rights were fought for and won. Of course it was wrong to make "white only" restrooms and water fountains. Forced segregation started the feuding, as I recall. I believe people CHOOSE to be around like minded individuals. That's why for eons there have always been different cultures. Push as TPTB may, they will never change that. All they are doing is causing more separatism. It's all about Agenda 21...forcing everyone to be one big melting pot of love and joy. Never gonna happen.

Gays? Sure, there were and have always been, but back in "the day", people kept there sexual preferences, indiscretions and such to themselves. None of anyone's business. I had many gay friends growing up...still do. No problem with it whatsoever..BUT, does the Nation's President REALLY have to light up the Whitehouse with rainbow colors to "celebrate" gay marriage? I mean, why put it out there and cram it down people's throats? Hell, why not do away with the term "marriage" all together (...says the woman whose been married 4 times lol)?  How about just calling it a "civil union"..that way there is no bickering about the definition of the word marriage?

What about private businesses? Why can't they choose to server whomever they want? It's their hard work and money that created the business to begin with. If I owned a business, I wouldn't allow people to enter it with their pants hanging below their asses. Who wants to see that? But noooo, that would be descrimiation wouldn't it? SMFH

And let's talk about the Confederate flag. Anyone who remembers history class (when they actually TAUGHT you REAL history in school) knows it has nothing to do with racism. So just because SOME people, for whatever misguided reason, find it "offensive", it should be banned? What if I find the rainbow flag offensive? (..and no, I don't care anymore about flags than the color of someones underwear).  EVERYONE seems to have something they find distasteful. Who gives a rats ass? You can't ban everything.

The old saying comes to mind...You can't please all of the people all of the time. That's my point. It seems now days the people in the minority have more rights than the majority. Rights should be EQUAL. Do what you want as long as you aren't harming anyone. People's feelings get hurt. That's just part of life. Suck it up folks. Not everyone can be a "winner"...get a trophy...Someone always gets the short end of the stick. BFD!

Personally, I find political correctness nauseating. I miss the old days. Before these kind of things were made to be an issue, they weren't. God forbid everyone just get along and accept one another's choices! Oh wait, that's exactly what TPTB don't want! Then it would be us against them!

Rant over~

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Federal whistleblower Dr. William Thompson EXPOSES Thimerosal in vaccines

A new California law banning the personal belief exemption for childhood vaccines, signed by Gov. Jerry Brown on Tuesday, June 30, makes the shots mandatory for every child before attending public or private school.

They say mercury in fish is dangerous but forcing all of our children to be injected with mercury in thimerosal is no risk. Make sense? -- Jim Carrey  June 30, 2015

Dr. William Thompson, Ph.D. is an epidemiologist and the lead author of the study performed in 2007 by the CDC, and stated, "there were very few lower exposure or no exposure kids to sample from. So the study couldn′t be easily designed to have a low exposure group."

 The study involved identification of about 1000 children and formal standardized testing. The children were brought in for several hours series of tests and the tests that were used were selected based on these external consultants and experts in the field. People with expertise in toxicology, statistics, vaccine safety and also we had representation from an advocacy – an autism advocacy organization on that consultation group.


2007 CDC Press Briefing

Message from an Extraterrestrial

Mass Arrests - Insider Josh LeBeau EXPOSES Washington Fat Cats

 

Oh Well - per request

    The Cat in the Hat is a hard-hitting novel of prose and poetry in which
the author re-examines the dynamic rhyming schemes and bold imagery of some of
his earlier works, most notably Green Eggs and Ham, If I Ran the Zoo, and
Why Can't I Shower With Mommy?  In this novel, Theodore Geisel, writing under
the pseudonym Dr. Seuss, pays homage to the great Dr. Sigmund Freud in a
nightmarish fantasy of a renegade feline helping two young children understand
their own frustrated sexuality.

     The story opens with two youngsters, a brother and a sister, abandoned by
their mother, staring mournfully through the window of their single-family
dwelling.  In the foreground, a large tree/phallic symbol dances wildly in the
wind, taunting the children and encouraging them to succumb to the sexual
yearnings they undoubtedly feel for each other.  Even to the most unlearned
reader, the blatant references to the incestuous relationship the two share set
the tone for Seuss' probing examination of the satisfaction of primitive needs.

     Soon, The Cat arrives and proceeds to charm the wary youths into engaging
in what he so innocently refers to as "tricks."  At this point, the fish, an
obvious Christ figure who represents the prevailing Christian morality,
attempts to warn the children, and thus, in effect, warns all of humanity of
the dangers associated with the unleashing of the primal urges.  In response to
this, the cat proceeds to balance the aquatic naysayer on the end of his
umbrella, essentially saying, "Down with morality; down with God!"

     After poohpoohing the righteous rantings of the waterlogged Christ figure,
the Cat begins to juggle several icons of Western culture, most notably two
books, representing the Old and New Testaments, and a saucer of lactic fluid,
an ironic reference to maternal loss the two children experienced when their
mother abandoned them "for the afternoon."  Our heroic Id adds to this bold
gesture a rake and a toy man, and thus completes the Oedipal triangle.

     Later in the novel, Seuss introduces the proverbial Pandora's box, a large
red crate out of which the Id releases Thing One, or Freud's concept of Ego,
the division of the psyche that serves as the conscious mediator between the
person and reality, and Thing Two, the Superego which functions to reward and
punish through a system of moral attitudes, conscience, and guilt.  Referring
to this box, the Cat says, "Now look at this trick.  Take a look!"  In this,
Dr. Seuss uses the children as a brilliant metaphor for the reader, and asks
the reader to re-examine his own inner self.

     The children, unable to control the Id, Ego, and Superego allow these
creatures to run free and mess up the house, or more symbolically, control
their lives.  This rampage continues until the fish, or Christ symbol, warns
that the mother is returning to reinstate the Oedipal triangle that existed
before her abandonment of the children.  At this point, Seuss introduces a
many-armed cleaning device which represents the psychoanalytic couch, which
proceeds to put the two youngsters' lives back in order.

     With powerful simplicity, clarity, and drama, Seuss reduces Freud's
concepts on the dynamics of the human psyche to an easily understood gesture. 
Mr. Seuss' poetry and choice of words is equally impressive and serves as a
splendid counterpart to his bold symbolism.  In all, his writing style is quick
and fluid, making The Cat in the Hat impossible to put down.  While this
novel is 61 pages in length, and one can read it in five minutes or less, it is
not until after multiple readings that the genius of this modern day master
becomes apparent.

-- The Cat in the Hat  by Dr. Seuss, 61 pages. Reviewed by Josh LeBeau

Historical PROOF of the Eternal Black Reptilian Manifesto

A Reading from the Book of Dead Beef: 

At any crime scene, a police detective will immediately ask "que bono"
("who benefits?") in order to establish suspects. When you examine the
Reptilian phenomenon, it is useful to ask who might benefit from it. --
Dark Sorcerer

So after waking up like any other day, today, or was that yesterday i did that? Answered the phone and like seriously? Someday i hope they come up with better technology for that. These tiny buttons too small for a finger, certainly. The door made a sound, so trying to tuck this stupid tiny plastic thing under my shoulder to free my hands was clumsy enough, probably looked totally idiotic to my neighbor. She'd swung by for a quick ask, "need anything from the store?" So seriously, when we can get these foolish eaters to get some work done, then MAYBE we can get a phone with some weight on it. Like OMG! What if'd been a cop or something, you know? A situation like that demands having some kind of thick plastic hand held club just to match the decorum! Back in the day we had the Western Electric style phone one could literally use to break walnuts.

Sat down for a bit after the call, started to poke and click on images of nice buns and coffee. Found this on one of the blogs. Some troll had dug up a totally classic example of Reptilian Manifesto:

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And now a message for the truly paranoid: You are actually communicating
 only with me, a multi-personality entity that has time to be awake 24 
hours per day waiting for your messages. I am cybernetic and have been 
assigned by the super secret black shadow underground circle of the 
eagle's eye to convince you to leave your God, your country, and your 
family to join in an extra-dimensional transfer of your soul to the 
planet Xerox. It is there where you will be left abandoned with only an 
omni-mono-nucleoid ring which can foresee the future of your past and 
allow you to save a race of tiny insects from the evil overlord roaches 
that have enslaved them. Most of their population will refuse to believe
 you even exist because of your enormous relative size and their 
inability to either see that high up or focus. If you fail in this 
mission, I will still be processing every message on this site using 
every trick in the book to disguise myself as somebody else. I might 
even claim that I am you until you deny it to yourself in writing. Once 
your brainwashing has become complete then you will be given secret 
instructions by postal courier on a Sunday with a meeting place and time
 to join our craft. If you are successful in your mission, you may 
return and rejoin this site here as one of the collective mind of crayon
 eating, banana-granate sipping, thumb-twiddling ends of cDc AUN with 
honor. If you divulge this secret to anyone, we will zap their brains 
from a distance so that they will ignore every single word you say about
 this. You can signify your acceptance to this contract using the 
ultra-7331 codex "lol". 

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Totally begging the question about whether the rings were made of actual Cintamani material or if this was yet another cover up of the typical gleaning one sees these days of some clown trying to make a buck selling a book or their soul or what... ever...  Looking at it for authenticity quickly... one notices the obvious publicity for the Xerox Corp.... check... but crayon eating?  Who benefits from that?  Looking back into the archaic texts for explanations, the following caught my eye:

A Reading from the Book of Dead Beef:

"When you examine the Reptilian phenomenon, it is useful to ask who might benefit from it. At least consider the following: if you wanted to delude a good portion of the population into believing false, spiritually misleading ideas, what better system could you possibly come up with than one which allows for the mental discombobulation of huge numbers of susceptible people, afterwards marginalizing them by labeling them as insane? Such a system is ingenious, as it allows for a double dose of the deception; on the one hand, you get to confuse a lot of people, and then you get "rational" people to view these affairs as unimportant. This creates a false dichotomy: you can either believe in something that seems ridiculous to most people, or you can deny it altogether. In the meantime, the true nature of the deception is never questioned. This also allows for the creation of all sorts of misleading, false "spiritualities" which hold that any sort of contact with the "paranormal" is "spiritual," and therefore good, when in fact it might be anything but good. So when something like an "alien abduction" happens to a person, they look at it as sign of truth when it just exists to deceive." --Dark Sorcerer

The sheer philosophical significance of this more than likely boggles the minds of people that actually care about feeding their face, you know?  And what sort of marginal effects could this actually have on society as a whole?  Pondering these things, the reality started to crystallize that something important should be done.  So i decided to go take a walk to the store for some pop. Yeah.. i know... i should have told her to get me some, but how was i to know?  Go figure, lol.

Hampstead Coverup: Evidence from Hampstead UK pedophile network leads directly to PM David Cameron

Hole of the Eternal Black Reptilian Underground

 

We eat rabbits.

In the fine tradition of cults, zones, and nihilist anarchy, in an all enduring quest for freedom from something or other, after so many tiring pleas from beggars and trolls, heartfelt words of encouragement, condescending sarcastic remarks, finally one man had the courage to simply dare.  Well, you know, like, what was everyone else's problem?  Be it known we eat rabbits here, so if your'e looking for a hole to climb down, this one's already taken, but you can have the bones if you decide to hang out.

Tired of all the ridiculous blather from A to Z in the narrative?  Add your own right here!  See if anyone cares. Time travelers, extra terrestrials, subterraneans, psychopaths, and bimbos wearing cheap sunglasses at the beach, all are welcome here except whistle-blowing gutless cretins and liars or anyone that eats beef because like it says, we eat rabbits here, so learn to read.


A Reading from the Book of Dead Beef:

     "My jaw dropped to the floor.  About five feet tall, fat, ugly, and a face
that looked like someone threw paint at her through a screen door.  This was
not a girl I wanted to ball, much less look at. I mumbled a feeble "Hi" and
went to sleep right away." -- the Pusher

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