Make No Mistakes When You Turn on the Heat

For three months, cops and Feds have basically given organizations like Black Lives Matter and Antifa carte blanche on the streets of a number of major cities. This tactic has been helped along by local officials who are both terrified of the people roaming their streets and even more terrified of giving any appearance of cooperating with Trump and his cadres.

Just a Few Random, Totally-Unconnected Images for a Lazy Summer Eve

Just some random jpegs, for giggles and grins. 

Wet Asp, or the Power to Procreate With (Sons of) Gods

 

I mentioned the film Immortal (AKA Immortel Ad Vitam) a couple posts back and it stirred some conversation in the comments lounge. I wanted to revisit it for a couple reasons, one of which has to do with some hot-button issues bouncing around the current news cycle. 

The other has to do with us getting a real-time master class in the application of Knowles' First Law.

Who Said It: Joe Biden or Aleister Crowley?

I have to say, some of Joe Biden's speech last night seemed awfully familiar. 

Like, what's this whole "Light" thing about?

Bring Me a Higher Love (A Higherside Love, Specifically).

Fake Convention, Fake Election

The Democrats held the first night of the first "virtual convention" and it was even worse than the most jaded cynic dared dream. It looked cheap, shoddy, cultish and archaic, like someone found an old VHS of a bunch of old promotional videos produced by some weird Amway kind of pyramid-scheme sect. With a healthy dose of Scientology auditor tutorials, circa 1993, thrown in.

From Your Friends at The Secret Sun Institute of Quantum Particle Fraysics

The following is an excerpt from the ongoing apocalyptic blitzkrieg of Sync being documented by your friends at The Secret Sun Institute of Highly Advanced Synchromystic Studies and Secret Sun Institute of Quantum Particle Fraysics. 

The Revelations Will Not Be Electrified

How did the Apocalypse begin? 

Slowly at first, then all at once.

Psychic, Powerless

Go listen to The Unseen now

I Think the Sky is Screaming

So it's Friday night -- well, actually it's Saturday morning at this point-- and I'm out stalking the streets with my spirit animal on the leash and my psychopomp on the headphones and we're all having a jolly old time.