Wednesday, April 04, 2018

Orange is the New Black Magic



Just wanted to drop in with a couple quick updates on recent events and topics we've been looking at here. There is so much going on and things are moving so quickly that I don't really have the luxury of time with this material. By the time you cover one story, another takes its place.

And of course the big story today is the YouTube shootings, apparently committed by a disgruntled content creator named Nasim Najafi Aghdam, who was allegedly angry that her videos were being de-monetized. 

Or should I say demon-etized? Because Nasim had crazy to spare and then some more. And then a few more cartons of cray-cray stashed up in the crawlspace.




So I really don't know what to make of this Nasim Najafi Aghdam person, other than the fact that she was utterly barking-mad. And barking mad in a way that isn't in any way charming or endearing; y'know, like barking-mad always tends to be in the movies.



Her eyes were like two warning beacons of batshit, beaming an instinctual --if not primal-- message that even the smallest children would understand. Those eyes practically scream, "slowly back the fuck away." 

Nasim seemed to exist in a grim and solipsistic fantasy world empowered by consumer electronics, a twilight zone in which she was a singer, dancer, personal trainer, ninja, animator, songwriter and comedian. 

Whatever she put her mind to, though, it all came out disturbing.  



Aghdam was an Iranian immigrant who spoke English (more or less, OK, not really) and Parsi and claimed to be both Vegan and Baha'i, though her Arabic names might signal a Muslim upbringing. 

However, she didn't seem to be all that concerned about modesty, so I'm not exactly sure if she actually had any real religious affiliation or beliefs.



She was rather odd physiologically as well, often shockingly thin but endowed with large breasts, which may or may not have been implants. 

She had an extraordinarily long and thick neck, very long arms and often came across as androgynous or gender-fluid in some way, an effect heightened by her name (Nasim is both a male and female name but more commonly male). 

Don't ask me why (because it doesn't make a lick of sense) but I keep thinking back on those super-sisters that gave the cops the what-for on a highway in England some years back. You might have seen the video of them beating ass on Bobbies when they weren't getting smacked by semi's.

Only reason I can give you for the association is that something about this Nasim person feels vaguely engineered. I'd have to think on it though, and I really don't care to. 

To tell you the truth.



Her surname is a corker, though; it means "White House." 

Go figure.

Can't say I'm sensing any hidden agendas here per se, but the day is still young.

There're a lot of other stories to chew on anyway. 


You remember the "Heavenly Palace" that pearly dew-dropped to Earth, right? Well, a day after that all went down, we had another interesting liturgical newflash from the Space is an Altar desk...



And that's the reported discovery of the most distant star yet discovered, which is now called Icarus. We  talked about the other Icarus a few months back but even so it's rather interesting timing. 

Accounts have it that Icarus was discovered this past Halloween, which you may recall was a busy day in other ways here on the Sun.

 



Speaking of engineering, I finally watched The Titan, which much to my surprise seems to actually be a superhero origin narrative. 

A boring and pedantic superhero origin narrative, mind you, but no one ever said entraining had to be entertaining. 

Actually, it strikes the tone you'd expect from what seems to be a religious narrative as well. You know those religious entrainment films that present themselves as normal types of movies but are essentially liturgical, right? The ones that give you that O'Douls near-beer kind of aftertaste?

Same vibe, here. Only the religion seems to be that of the Nephilim.

Plus, Orange.


How Orange, you ask? So Orange that The Titan co-stars Taylor Schilling, nominal star of Orange is the New Black, that's how Orange. 

I ask you, does it get more Orange?

Or for that matter, more Jared Leto? 

Seriously, she looks just like Jared Leto. Only not quite as pretty.



Tinseltown's favorite transhuman paper-doll Sam Worthington is ultimately trans-formed into what we are led to believe is a Merman, a chimeric superman engineered to survive on the harsh environment of Titan, which orbits Saturn. 

Gotta get the Saturn in there. Gotta do it.


The Titan's name is Rick ("Ruler") Janssen ("Son of Oannes"). He's got a doting wife (played by what's-er-Jared Leto-face up there) and some she-Titan strange as well. But homeboy's a playah, OK? He doesn't always feel like eating in.

Ironically--or maybe not so ironically-- Rick and his Titanian-trim both kind of look like Rose McGowan in her "RM486" video, which I just realized is probably a pun on RU486, the morning-after pill. 

Euw. Talk about irony.



Interesting that the film dropped around the same time this gruesome story about a wannabe chimera hit the wires. And by "interesting," I mean "pretty much obligatory."

 And by this point in time, predictable.



And Rick's she-Titan? Well, check this out: her name is "Tally." 

So what, you ask? Oh ye of little faith! Haven't you learned to put your trust in Our Lady yet? Do you still not trust the Sibyl and her prophecies, after all we've seen over the past year together?

So the hell what, he says...



Well, so the hell Tally means "Dew of God," or in the vernacular of Our Lady, Queen Dowager of Sibyls, Tally translates to "Pearly Dew-Drop."

No, seriously- her fucking name is "Dew of God," or Heaven. Meaning the Pearly Gates.

So these Nephilim 2.0, created with "fire stolen from the gods" and presented in a film that couldn't be more Secret Sun Scrabble-y if it grew gills then swam to Las Vegas so it could fart the melody to "Lawless" at the Luxor, are named "Ruler" and "Pearly Dew-Drop."

Oh, so you think that's a stretch, eh?



Well, in this early scene we see Tally and Rick discuss an Orion-class spaceship (remember that Rose "the Pearly Dewdrop" McGowan's video begins with her quote transhuman Roy Batty's humble-brag about seeing shit get torched "on the shoulder of Orion").



Then Tally gets all sasspot on Rick and tells him his sorry ass will be the first to crash an Orion spaceship. Not only that, but his schween is tiny, funny-looking and curves sideways. 

Well, she says the first bit, anyway.



So in case you didn't put it all together- we have Orion for our Pearly, Tally for our Dewdrop and the crash for our Drop (from Heaven, specifically). 

Pearly Dewdrops' Drop.

Amazing. Abso-fucking-lutely amazing.

In fact, this little cipher is so ingenious that there's no way in Hell the writers here came up with that on their own. The entrainers got themselves entrained, you dig? They got played like a ukulele. 

I'm telling you, sooner rather than later I'm going to cobble together all these El-Sibyl-Beth Fraser syncs and your minds will be blown right out of your skulls. Boom. Fair warning.

Because whatever was horsing Our Lady back in the day is pissing its name in the snow in the here-and-now, and we'd best start paying attention. This kind of thing always happens for a reason, even when it uses trash like The Titan to fill its metaphorical bladder.




Anyhow, some other tired bullcrap happens, and the Ruler Son-of-Oannes finally gets his chalky-white ass to Titan. 

And as you've all come to expect, Titan is Orange. In fact, the whole thing gets all kinds of Orange, from here to bleeding Orange eternity. 


If not for the Orange, the whole tableau of Nephily McNephilim back on his native soil of Nephilistan looks like nothing else but a replay of the Engineer standing on the shores of the primeval ocean in Prometheus

Appropriately, given that Ruler Rick's powers were fire stolen from the gods.

And what do we see next?


Well, next Oannes Jr. strikes a Jesus Christ-Cornell pose and motherfucking flies off like Superman. I shit you not. 

Ahh, I just can't wrap my head around this one. What was with all the Merman training, then? Where does all this Kal-El business come in?

Oh wait- I see. Titan?  Watcher. Angel. "The Titan" is an Angel. 

Or if you prefer, a Vega. 

Or like I said before, a Pearly Dewdrop Drop.


Also, please note this documentary is also new on Netflix, Fishpeople.



Plus, this Chinese popcorn potboiler, Legend of the Naga Pearls. In case you didn't know already, a Naga is an ancient variation on the Siren/Merfolk, a human with a snake's tail down past where the sun don't shine instead of a fish tail.


And just to bring it all full-circle, Unreal Engine's Siren was flying the Orange when she made her big debut.



IN OTHER ORANGE NEWS



And just because entrainment and gaslighting go together like pearls and dew-drops, a live performance of Andrew Lloyd Webber's rock opera Jesus Christ Superstar featured 4chan nemesis John Legend in the role of Jesus Christ (Superstar) and Alice Cooper in the role of Satan Herod. 

So a Satanist plays Christ and a Christian plays Satan Herod.? Sounds legit. What else do you expect in 2018?

Just kidding, of course. But given all the attention the lingering Pizzagate rump have paid to Legend and wife Chrissie Teigen-- so much so that Legend has taken legal action-- the casting certainly does feel like some highly-distilled trolling on somebody's part. 


As does this, quite frankly. Note that everyone's favorite spirit-chef Marina Abramovic took part in this little soiree, along with John Legend Superstar and a coterie of the pretty people.

Now, I'm sure Legend is very talented and so on, but that's seriously the only guy they could find to play the role of who many millions in this country still regard as the Son of God? 

Like we used to say back in the 90s, whatever, dude.


However, please note that this production's Mary Magdalene was indeed flying the Orange. And flying it in a big, bold way.




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