Wednesday, 30 January 2013

Creepy Hillary's Psychotic Slips




America is nuts if they let her even run for Prez in 2016. She is a psychopath. No exaggeration. 

Remember Israel's Hypocrisy On Nuclear Weapons?




It's time to bring Israel into the standards that international law and order demand. Its behaviour as a rogue state is no longer acceptable. The Israel tag should acquaint those of you who require a full breakdown of it's inhuman behaviour and lawlessness. Facts are facts.

Drugs - C'mon. Whose Got Them?


An Idiots Guide To The IMF - Why The Plundering Wont Stop Till You Wake Up




To understand how international and global banking rapes the poor I recommend reading Confessions of an economic hitman by John Perkins but if you want to understand quicker his interviews are available online. It really is time to take the chip bag away from the obese and obsessively greedy banking industry before the poison themselves, us and the planet with their toxicity.

Tuesday, 29 January 2013

The Gatekeepers - Six Israeli Security Chiefs Stun The World - Israeli Violence Killing Peace





I'm always slagging off the spineless corporate media like CNN and BBC so if I embed their content here on my blog, you better believe it's fucking well important. Christiane Amanpour is still a toady sycophant to Israel claiming only Israelis can say certain things (a Nazi thing to say if ever there was one) but she still lets the Israeli documentary maker of Gatekeepers have his say and it's not just two minutes of jack hammer editing bollocks either. This is historic and a little bit of proof that behind the scenes things are changing. It might be too late but this is the right thing to do. For Israel, for Palestine and for world peace. It's that important.

Update - The CNN clips have expired so I've replaced them with the above.

Pepe Escobar Is One Of The Top Ten Journalists On The Planet



I always learn something from Pepe. He pulls narratives together and sums them up in one line in ways that gives shape and meaning to things that confuse the hell out of me. He is excellent and is rarely on the corporate media because he's a real journalist reporting the news not de-contextualised propaganda.

WTF Is Sugru?




Fixing shit is far cooler than buying new shit and clogging up the Oceans, poisoning the rivers and generally degrading the planet. Buy Sugru or I'll kick you in the ovaries/nuts. Via Iain.


BBC Want The Artist Taxi Driver



“What we speak becomes the house we live in.” The Great Dismal by PHIL ROCKSTROH



“Real generosity towards the future lies in giving all to the present.” 
– Albert Camus
The repercussions of our acts — the constructs we create — endure well past the dissolution of our convictions and desires. Our actions exist as living architecture that surrounds the breathing moment. Future generations will dwell in the world we erect, thought by thought, deed by deed.
And what if we construct an architecture of evasion and deception?
What does such a place look like? If you live in the current day U.S., take a perusal around you.
Take in our culture’s shoddily constructed, ugly, prefab, commercial structures — its archipelago of strip malls, fast food outlets, suburban, shitbox housing developments –gaudy mcmansion to cookie cutter trackhouse. Glance at its corporate state media, a self-perpetuating, self-referential dominion devoted to hype and hustle — a 24-7, enveloping sales pitch contrived to evoke the misplaced fear and manic compulsion required to create an unquestioning desire to consume ever proliferating arrays of unneeded, commercial products, as, all the while, its soul-defying criteria is internalized and the system’s byproduct — climate chaos – roils land, sea and sky of our besieged planet.
This is the world we have made. We tend to believe that our present day actions will pass into the shadow of memory, but they will remain in the world as ghostly architects of the future.
And this is where we stand, at present: We are transmigrating through a cultural landscape showing significant evidence of decline — a collective, psychical wasteland, defined by media mirages, political legerdemain, and ecological devastation. We find ourselves in an era in which arrogance and cupidity are enthroned while the veracities of the heart wander in the wilderness.
Presently, cunning is lauded as a virtue, yet steadfast compassion is viewed as weakness. Our ancestors would have regarded our predicament as catastrophic — a loss of soul…thus making it imperative that the gods be appeased — or else travail will follow travail.
We know these spurned and vengeful gods as alienation, as displaced rage, desperate anomie, as cultural atomization, inertia and decay.
The latest electronic gadget will not bring you balm; your guns will not preserve you; and it is evident the nation’s political class will not assist us.
How does one avoid being drowned in dumbness?
An inner conviction — a deep-dwelling knowledge akin to grace exists within — when your opinion on a matter aligns with the realities at hand. Often, one must stand against rising currents of worldly, wrongheaded opinion — a cacophonous flood of stupid; a raging torrent of collective pathology.
This is when your own inner idiot and delusion-prone maniac can be of service to you. Ergo, you can think like your adversaries e.g., Smart can envisage Stupid and Crazy, but Stupid and Crazy cannot comprehend what is intelligent and sane.
Thus, as surging tides of stupid crash upon you, you can breathe, with amphibian-like mutability, in the rarefied air of wit and knowledge, and you can breathe, as well, when immersed beneath the floodwaters of surging stupid and inundating insanity.
There are times when a bauble-bedazzled idiot can serve as a role model, because he knows how to surrender to the joys of his heart. But, because you are not an idiot, there is no need to surrender to idiocy.
This evokes the question: What is it that I should give myself over to with idiotic abandon?
There is a vast difference between going supine before one’s oppressors and surrendering to the vast, ineffable order of the heart of creation. The task is ongoing — and arduous, even, at times, terrifying.
It involves a drowning — a baptism of sorts, but of the poetic (not fundamentalist) variety — a washing away of calcified habit and a rebirth by an immersion in the embracing waters of a larger order — one that is not defined by a compulsion for domination of the things of the world one cannot control.
“The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance.” ― Aristotle
Subject to the status quo politics of late stage capitalism, we find ourselves stranded in the era of The Great Dismal.
Because a small cadre of elitist elements own the means of manufacturing and control of imagery and storyline, it is difficult to envisage the epic drama inherent to our circumstance.
As an example, the fate of the earth’s biosphere and its capacity to sustain human life is being subjected to an unfolding, desperate campaign — craven as it is noxious — in its intentions, scope, and side affects, by the elite of an arrogant order to maintain their grip on privilege and power. By propaganda and coercion, they proceed, with cult-like conviction, on a course of catastrophic folly involving a race to secure and exploit the remaining resources of our ecologically taxed planet (the only planet available to us). If their agendas remain unchecked, the biosphere will be rendered unviable to our species.
In an era of urban alienation, suburban atomization, corporate state domination of the public realm, and electronic media saturation of the human psyche, in an era when desire is defined by consumer impulsiveness, individual liberty is circumscribed by debt, and freedom monitored by the dehumanizing apparatus of the national security state panopticon, one hears the lament — I don’t even know how to go about embodying the truths of my heart…How do I even begin to glide along the pollen path of my soul? 

First ask yourself, how powerfully does the longing live with in you? Does it blaze through your blood? Does it bestow a love of life itself? Does it provide you with a love so potent that it allows you to even love the obstacles in your path? Do you love your adversaries like a Delta bluesman who wails in lamentation about the treachery of a dirty, lowdown betrayer? 

Notice this: It is the obstacles along your way that have given impetus to inspiration. The antidote is contained in the dragon’s venomous bite. Passion’s path winds through the monster of the world.
“I feel the beautiful, beating heart of God in the monster of the world.” — Federico GarcĂ­a Lorca
What did you expect — a perpetual glide across eternal pools of bliss while lounging upon some kind of cosmic pool toy? There would only be a tinkling top to such music; it would be devoid of the heartbeat of an earthbound bottom — the vital rhythm section of the monster’s heart.
Here at the crossroads of Eternity and the Living Moment, and near the last exit ramp of Empire’s End, the roadside attractions have become more than a bit empty and garish i.e., a Cracker Barrel of the bottomless cravings attendant to the marketing of counterfeit desires.
“What we speak becomes the house we live in.” — hafiz
Is it any wonder then, in the U.S., enmeshed as we are in the consumer paradigm of late capitalism, that we exist within a Landscape of Nada that is reflective of an inner Architecture of Nowhere?
Sterile malls and ugly strip malls, big box stores, fast food outlets, convenience stores and agora-devoid subdivisions — these flimsy, banal structures, we have conjured into existence by our hollow, poetry-devoid incantations.
Wasteland within. Wasteland extant. The word and the landscape are one.
So what is the Grail that will restore the dry, sterile landscape to fecundity? And whom does the Grail serve? And where can it be located?
The question pertains both to where and to whom. The who in question is you. And the where is: the living landscape of your stalwart heart. The first step in allowing the wasteland to bloom is a reclamation of empathy and the embrace of imagination.
Or else, all you hold dear will be rendered dust and ash — and find dismal dominion in the indifferent winds of fate.
“Art evokes the mystery without which the world would not exist.”– Rene Magritte
We must sing the world back into vital and vivid being. The heart will awaken once the task has begun. Art bestows flesh on phantoms; music spins garments for reborn flesh.
“Music is a moral law. It gives soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and charm and gaiety to life and to everything.” — Plato
The Imagination is a charming seductress, an enchanter of harsh Verities. Baudelaire averred that when we love we have found a means of subsisting on the essence of invisible flowers. A sublime forgetting and relearning takes hold, as lovers take up residence in redolent air.
The act of looking upon the world as if it is the face of your beloved can serve to lift life’s burdens over grim landscapes, like Chagall’s lovers wafting over dour, quotidian rooftops, beneath which squat the compulsive folly of foolishly earnest men.
Bring an end to the Empire of Endless Burgers by giving voice to inspiration. Bring down the walls of airless, gated subdivisions of the mind with the heart’s reverberant soundscape.
Without your voice, nothing is possible, and nowhere is where you are bound.
Therefore, the only sound choice becomes…to arrive singing.
Words, Phrases, Sentences — they are more than simply verbal constructs. They are living things — the progeny of the union of the image-plangent soul of earth and sea — and the holy spirit’s lambent, inhuman illuminations. We know them as the dance of affinities attendant to the mating rituals of eros and logos — the Word and Flesh made one.
At paradigm’s end, buffeted and shaken — yet held enthralled within the maelstrom — by the vast and sweeping scope of unsolvable governmental/cultural forces — we feel the pull of a gravity that feels akin to love. We yearn for some remedy, like lovers whose blazing love threatens to burn away all their moorings and upend all they know.
Thus, rejoice in this: There is rebirth, dwelling deep, in the irreparable problem we know as the world.
Find solace in the knowledge that poets (who should not be imagined as an elitist covenant of the elect — but those who have chosen to avail their hearts to the art of living in a poetic manner) are out there now: wounded by beauty; indentured to logos.
And even when exploring our current day wilderness of alienation, poets are laboring to limn a psychical map of its terrain of terror and beauty. All who live pass through this soul-plangent landscape.
Know this: It is an illusion that you have ever been alone, even within the nadascape comprising The Great Dismal of the current era.

I'm Bored Of Celebrity Peados. Can We Talk About Bankers, Politicians & Spooks Please?


Why Are Lord Green's Links To HSBC Drug Trafficking Ignored?




Why does the UK ignore Lord Green's banking and drug trafficking connections?

Society Of The Spectacle - Creepy Slebfest Continues Apace


Monday, 28 January 2013

Zbigniew Brzezinski On China

 



Because he's a product of the cold war, Zbigniew Brzezinski isn't capable of some simple 'can't we call get along' vision that would mean scaling back the rapacious greed and violence of the United States.

Other than that he's a bully but he's by no means the worst and along with Brent Scowcroft and Heinz Kissinger is a good indication of the eminence grise view of US imperialism. A stable view not a neocon ultraviolent Zionist view of world geopolitics. Thank God.

What Difference Does It Make To Hillary's 2016 Presidency?




Really good hip hop parody of Hillary's Benghazi testimony. I'm convinced the American oligarchy have preselected Hillary for 2016 to rub the pseudo liberals (pro drone, pro Libya, pro Syria, pro Ukraine interference) noses in it. The US will be a shambles after she guts it but at least the Democrats will have their girl in power and that's what matters.

Not that the other side have anything to offer.

Clif High & Jeff Rense Discuss The Pseudo Journalist @aseitzwald




Alex Seitz-Wald is hardcore zionist who has a racial dislike of Palestinian kids such that he doesn't mind if they are innocently bombed by Israeli F-16 Jets. Another pseudo journalist with his snout in the trough.

Sunday, 27 January 2013

Is 2013 Shaping Up Better Than 2012?




2012 was the year the paedophile power elite began to emerge from the shadows. I'll never forget it.

Prince Harry - Murder Is Cool. Ask Mummy


Why Does @BBCNews Continue To Ignore The Elm Guest House List?




Anthony Blunt, Royal Connections, MI5, Russian spy deceased.
Harvey Proctor, Monday Club, well known convicted paedo.
Sir Peter Bottomley. Worthing MP and Monday Club
Leon Britton, Lord, ex Thatcher Minister
Peter Brooke, Life Peer
John Rowe, MI5, former MP
Cyril Smith, deceased, ex Rochdale MP
Ron Brown
Colin Jordan, ex National Front
George Tremlett, Former GLC Leader
Peter Campbell, Monday Club
Gary Walker, Sein Fein
Cliff Richard,aged  Pop Star, known at Elm as 'Kitty'
Jess Conrad, aged ex Pop Star.
Ron Wells, aged Musician, aka 'Gladys' at Elm.
Ken Clarke, metioned BUT unsure of exact role.
Richard Miles, Monday Club
Chris Denning, ex DJ, convicted paedo.
R Langley, Buckingham Palace Equerry
Terry Dwyer
Patrick Puddles
Louis Minster, Richmond Social Services
Colin Peters, QC
Steve Everett, Westminster Social worker
Ray Wyre, so called expert on Paedo therapy
Peter Glencross, editor of Monday Club newsletter
Guy Hamilton Blackwell, son of Westland Helicopters Chairman
Colin Peters, Police informant
D. Naismith, Chief Constable Wandsworth
DC Chris Carter, CID Richmond
DC David Lines, CID Barnes
DC Ron Thornton, CID Richmond
PC Roderick Smeaton
WPC Sheila McInnes
PC Chris Wicks
WPC Elizabeth Meredith
PC Alan Jones

Is Nick Clegg Being Blackmailed By MI5?




Nobody is confused that David Cameron and the Conservative party are venal and greedy people who are lining their own pockets on the backs of the very people who they will then betray later on this year.

But why did Nick Clegg break every vow and turn on the only chance the Liberal party ever had to represent the peoples of the United Kingdom. Why is there no greater friend of Israel than Nick Clegg? Is he compromised?

Update: As if by magic The Slog confirms that Nick Clegg and paedophile Leon Brittan are as tight and close as is possible from two people of competing political parties.

Update number two: More evidence that Leon Brittan is a paedophile that reared Nick Clegg

Update number three. My own challenge to arrest Leon Brittan is here.

Update number four. The links between Clegg and Paedophile deepens

Update number five. Nick Clegg doesn't want an inquiry into the VIP paedophile network that includes his mentor Leon Brittan.



When Will The Military & Millwall Fans Turn On The New World Disorder?


Saturday, 26 January 2013

Belgian MP Laurent Louis Speaks The Truth - [Deserves To Go Viral]


Sandy Hook & Baudrillard




I don't know what the full story is but there's something not right about Sandy Hook and the coincidence theorists can scream and shout and throw tantrums in the mainstream media but the alternative media researchers are standing firm. If you don't have time to conduct an open minded investigation that's understandable but to quote Wittgenstein- Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must pass over in silence".


Friday, 25 January 2013

Britain's Triple Dipper Recession & 20 Billion Bank Bonuses


Coca-cola, Oil & Flapjacks


Why Do The Corporate Media Report Such Obvious Lies?




The relationship between advertising, the corporations, corporate "news" and the lies, half truths and decontextualised narratives is spell binding once you figure it all out. It's truly magic. Black magic. The dark arts of spin.

The War On Africa Is About Lining Hyena Pockets


Pizza Hut


Did Prince Harry Urinate On Afghan Corpses From His Apache Helicopter?





Just to prove the old Jesuit saying, give me the child for seven years and I will give you the man it appears Harry is unaware his Granddad Philip ordered the death of his mother through Sir Richard Dearlove's MI6 and has now turned into a prize prick who shoots Afghan Shepherds dead from 14 million pounds worth of Apache helicopter killing machine.

We might not be fair in blaming him fully for turning into a socially acceptable psychopath but we must not flinch from explaining the wrong he is doing.

Thursday, 24 January 2013

Was 2012 Olympic Symbolism About A Royal Baby & NHS Sacrifice?










Recent testimony revealed that Jimmy Savile conducted child sex-abuse Satanic rituals in an NHS hospital brought home the unsettling Satanic and Masonic symbolism at the 2012 London Olympics. This included the closing ceremony's creepy use of a Monarch mind control split identity baby (Monarchs are used in Satanic rituals), the  cauldron and Pentagon/Pentagram and Masonic symbolism including the Pyramid, square and compass. But mostly what tipped me over into writing this post was the controversy of the Olympic "All Seeing Eye" mascots Wenlock and Mandeville.

Stoke Mandeville being the NHS hospital where the girl was raped by Jimmy Savile who also spent 11 years in a row with the Thatchers at Checkers only a few miles away.

I'm not saying they are all connected but sometimes the Universe has a habit of assembling things in such a way that it makes a chap think twice. You girls might want to as well.

Google's Search Algorithm Just Busted A Paedophile Network


You couldn't make this shit up. A search engine doing the job the corrupt police should be doing. Just Google all these names and paedophiles. 

Make your own mind up.

Has Anybody Arrested Leon "Meshugganah" Brittan Yet?



















If Leon Brittan isn't a paedophile he should call me on +66 8 47 33 47 69 or failing that he should/could consider cutting an amnesty deal with reliable [not corrupt] police in return for naming names in the current political paedophile network. We know they are there. We know MI5 and MI6 place them in power and we know they make decisions because of blackmail and influence from Jimmy Savile type figures who move in and out of Royal and Downing Street circles with so much ease and fluidity it is preposterous to suggest they are not codependent on each other in some way shape or form.

David Steel comes out of this badly. He lived in the "Central Station" of political paedophiles  of Pimlico in London called Dolphin Square. It is rumoured he was fond of late night parties but it's his denial he knew anything about Cyril Smith that is most implausible (see his letters scanned above)

William Hague also lived in Dolphin Square and paedophile related questions are outstanding which he has not answered. We want to know how it is possible he didn't know Peter Morrison was a paedophile when Edwina Currie knew and why the investigation into Wrexham children's home sex scandal hit a brick wall with respect to his involvement and Peter Morrison's use of the children there 

Is William Hague a paedophile power elite child abuser and/or concealing acts of paedophilia by the political power elite. 

I've repeatedly asked him but he refuses to answer me. If anything I've written is unfair and needs to be removed then please call me on +66 8 47 33 47 69 or email me using the contact details on this blog.

My view is that if Jimmy Savile could rape children with ease and the British public aren't outraged then the information above will leave them unmoved. Is it mind control? Is Britain the sick man of Europe and unable to come to the aid of its own children?





The noose is beginning to close around the former Tory Home secretary's attendance at child sex parties.

Update: Simon Danczuk has mentioned Leon Brittan's name in a parliamentary committee as the Home Office minister who lost the VIP paedophile report that Geoffrey Dicken's MP presented to him.