Monday, September 21, 2020

"The Armageddon Option"

Oh, boy. OK. Right.

Now, I've been hanging way, way out on a limb, telling anyone who'll listen that we're not going to have an election this year and that something will happen-- hey, right about now-- that would trigger a national emergency. 

Now, I'm no prophet or anything, but it's starting to look like I was on the money with that one.

I'm on another one of my jags, so you'll have to excuse me. I realize I haven't been posting very frequently, but that's not because I've been sitting around twiddling my thumbs. Quite the opposite, in fact. I have so much information piling up, I can't keep it all straight. 

Plus, I have another project I'm trying to get done by the end of the month, but that looks like it will be pushed back to mid-October.

The ghost of Robert Ludlum haunts Axios

So just bear with me here, because I'd like to plant a few flags and put a few topics up on the chalkboard that we can flesh out in the days ahead. There's so much coming to a head right now that to throw it out there will just overload everyone's circuits and make me look crazier than I am already.

Oh, will it ever. 

The question then becomes why we're having this fight now. See, I have some ...problems with the timing of Ruth Bader Ginburg's death, seeing how she'd been somewhat of a ghost for quite a while now. 

But with Black Lives Matter/Antifa riots running out of steam, it's an amazing stroke of luck for whoever is aiming to make this country ungovernable (for whatever reason) to have this pop up and light the fires of rage amongst the oligarchs' fake-left pets and the Rockefeller Republocrats (I refuse to call this current party "Democrats") in general.

And since the augurs and portents have all be pointing towards a postponement, if not outright cancellation of the election, this all just seems a bit too perfect. 

With the courts in chaos, the streets in chaos, Congress in chaos, the media in chaos, it just seems like a golden opportunity for some enterprising souls to step in, offer to clean up the whole mess, and then take the reins. 

For good.

You think?

It's amazing to see the talking points work their magic and get all the Twitterati signing from the same hymnal, no? I don't see any of this as breast-beating or empty threats, however. It's clearly the rollout of the next phase of the Great Work, and maybe it was just waiting for any kind of excuse, no matter how lame, to start lighting the fires. 

Again, it was just an amazing stroke of luck for the planners --whoever they actually are-- to hit the trifecta like this. 

Mind you, I don't assume the theoretical planners are the Rockefeller Republocrats themselves. It could quite certainly be their donors, at least in part, but if you held a molotov cocktail to my head, I'd guess it's someone no one's heard of, or at least no one would ever list as a suspect.

I certainly don't think it's the Rockefeller Republocrats in Congress because despite the Twittertantrums they all seem to be acting a bit at sea over all of this. And the GOP counterparts seem to be having quite a jolly old time the past few days, twisting the knife. 

Who's to say, maybe they've not actually been read in and it's all just the folly of hubris. Pride before the fall.

But Nancy Pelosi looked even glitchier than usual on the Sunday talk shows and it took party overlord George Stephanopoulos to nudge her into Return of the Son of Impeachment, which she hadn't even seemed to consider. And kudos to her, because it's an insane idea.

But still, there are some issues we need to have a look at concerning the late Justice Ginsburg, because there are a few things that got the old spidey-sense a'tingling. 

Tell me I'm crazy, I don't mind. I call 'em like I see 'em.

Let's start with the day in question. It was the Jewish New Year, Rosh HaShanah. Or as everyone used to call it back when I worked in the rag-trade, "Rush-a Home-a." 

I've seen a number of tweets claiming an ancient tradition claiming that anyone who dies on Rosh HaShanah is somehow automatically a tzaddik, but unfortunately no one's cited their sources for this. And I can't find anything about it online, except by people quoting the same tweets. 

Educate me in the comments if you know the actual source of this.

Maybe I haven't looked hard enough on account of I don't actually care, but this seems a bit odd to me. Makes me wonder if this isn't actual tradition but some weird Hollywood fake-Kabbalah thing. 

You know, cultyCulty always grabs my attention.

There's also the fact that Ginsburg-- who'd been dealing with major health issues for a number of years-- hasn't been seen in public for quite some time. Her conspicuous absence led to a number of theories that she was in fact already a tzaddik, and that fact was being hid from the public, and more importantly, from the Trump Administration. 

That led to this rebuttal from the heralds of the great hivemind:

A falsehood has been spreading in dark corners of the Internet that Ruth Bader Ginsburg is dead – and in the hours after he published his report, conspiracy theorists pelted Barnes with their doubt-mongering. Photos were not allowed at the event, so one of the doubters emailed Barnes 21 questions about Ginsburg's appearance – the size of her security detail, what gender they were, for example – telling Barnes that if he did not answer every single one of them, then it was a sign his article was not to be believed.

Ginsburg did not attend the State of the Union on Tuesday night. Neither did Justices Clarence Thomas, Samuel A. Alito Jr., Sonia Sotomayor or Stephen G. Breyer, but the conspiracy theory that Ginsburg is dead may draw more oxygen from the 85-year-old justice's absence. Barnes had unknowingly run into a distinct facet of the modern news cycle: a small but vocal crowd of fired-up commentators organizing online around a conspiracy theory with political undertones.

"Photos were not allowed at the event." 

Well, that's a darn-tootin' shame because they could have put those pesky conspiracy critters in their place had they just release a goldang photo. Figure they would, right? Maybe the photos got lost in the mail. Or someone's dog ate them. 

It happens to the best of us. 

But it would have helped seeing as how we had a lot of pictures like this to consider. Check out Justice Kagan's rather-priceless expression there. She doesn't seem too overjoyed by Justice The Notorious RBG passing out at the 2015 State of the Union address.

These pix showed up in an image search for "Ruth Bader Ginsburg" "last public appearance," but I'm not sure why. That doesn't look like her, even her 20 years ago. 

Of course the resolution is trash, but I think you can make a fair assessment anyway.

Then there's this snapshot, reportedly of the Notorious One officiating a wedding earlier this month. But, golly, I'll tell you; I just don't know. 

Don't go calling me one of those conspiracy theorist types now, but something about this shot looks, I don't know. Let's just say a bit odd

Maybe it's because the lighting, texture and perspective don't match between foreground and back. 

Who knows, maybe it was taken on an old camera. Technology can be weird. Things that aren't sloppy paste-up jobs of stock photos can legitimately look like it sometimes. Digital refractionalization or something. Who's to say? Can't we all be brothers?

Well, I'm sure it's all above board. Why wouldn't it be? What possible reason would anyone ever have to fake a photo? Makes no sense. I do have to wonder, given how ill Justice Ginsburg was, why wasn't she wearing a mask? Seems a bit out of character. 

Well, given the momentousness of having a living legend like RBG read you your vows, there's gotta be other shots. I'm sure everyone was taking pics like mad dogs. 

Let's have a look at another angle.

There we go.

Wait: there must be some mistake. That's just the same image flipped horizontally. Hmm, let me look into this further. 

I don't want to be spreading any conspiracies or nothing.


Either way, terrifying, battle-hardened warriors like, um, Rob Reiner are getting ready to spill blood over the Great Tzaddik's seat on the bench.

 He must be talking about getting ready to muster the Rockefeller Republocrats' super-soldiers, Black Lives Matter and Antifa, to start burning and beating and looting until Drumpf and his goons cry uncle and let Reiner and his merry men unleash a new golden age of peace, freedom and joy, abolishing immigration quotas and consent laws all across this great land of ours.

Only one problem...

... the party's Rotfrontkämpferbund  have been doing all that since May and regular folks are starting to get a bit sick and tired of it. The problem is that once you let the genie out of the bottle and cheer on random street violence from wet-brained thugs, you tend to attract all kinds of undesirables (well, even-more-undesirables) to come out and enjoy some state-sponsored, elite-funded carnage. 

And why shouldn't they? Only in cases like this video, they apparently went after one of their own and seriously lit a fire under dog-lovers of all races, colors and creeds. 

Don't go fucking with dog lovers if you know what's good for you, Rotfrontkämpferbund. Especially pittie lovers. 

It's a good thing your party media apparatus puts a lid on actual footage from these little luau's your friends are bankrolling, Blobbo. Otherwise, you may have some more serious problems than being denied access to the young acting talent you're dying to "nurture."

Not for nothing, but you and your fellow pashas might want to have a look at the mugshots of those brave street warriors you all find so heroic. 

Don't quote me on this but I think they're less animated by the love of limousine liberalism as they are by, y'know, demons

The ones who aren't animated by mere crystal meth and common psychopathy, I mean.

Dead-eyed soulless vessels

Now, I know you don't believe in demons, being an enlightened fellow and all. It's alright. I didn't either, for a very long time. I thought I was above such foolish superstition. 

And your friends out there in Tinseltown weren't helping matters with your dopey exorcist movies, nor were the LARPers in some holy-roller churches. Who, between you and me, are mostly just poor souls desperate for attention.

See, I came to realize that demons are kind of the viruses of the spirit world. Hell, maybe even the coronaviruses of the spirit world. I don't think they have names or personalities, even. I think demons look for hosts whose spiritual immune systems are compromised, like viruses do. Social media seems to be an effective transmission apparatus for them as well.

Anyway, I think what happens is that some folks are just evil douchebags and invite demons in. Some are just soulless vessels who've been dehumanized by the system. 

And sometimes people invite demons in because they've been so traumatized by an endless barrage of irresponsible hysteria by rich, greedy motherfuckers who can insulate themselves from all the carnage they've wreaked on the body politic, simply because they're fucking has-beens desperate to keep their fat, ugly faces in the news cycle.

Know anyone like that, Robbo? 


I gotta tell you, the weirdest thing occurred to me yesterday. Now, I know a lot of you hate when I get all churchy on your asses, but you oughta know by now how I roll with this stuff. 

So let's get out our Bibles and open them up to-- you guessed it--The Book of Revelation. Chapter 2, in this case.
13 I know where you live—where Satan has his throne. Yet you remain true to my name. You did not renounce your faith in me, not even in the days of Antipas, my faithful witness, who was put to death in your city—where Satan lives.

14 Nevertheless, I have a few things against you: There are some among you who hold to the teaching of Balaam, who taught Balak to entice the Israelites to sin so that they ate food sacrificed to idols and committed sexual immorality.
This is Christ addressing the Church of Pergamum, in present day Turkey. Anything pop out at you? I know this might seem like a reach, but check it out:

Antipas. Balaam. Antifa. BLM.

Crazy, right? Stupid. Total reach. Just bear with me...

Antipas means "against all." That's not too far from Antifa's mission statement. They're against all but their intelligence agency handlers and Big Tech bankrollers.

Again, bear with me...

Antipas derives from Antipater, or "Against the Fathers."

Or if you prefer, "Smash the Patriarchy." 

Or anti-fa, for short. Huh? Huh? See? 

What about Balaam?

Huh. "Destroyer of the People." Interesting. 

But that's Balaam, not BLM. So, close but no cigar, right?

Whoa, hold on there, tiger. Let's look at how Balaam is rendered in the original Hebrew.

 בלעם = Bet Lamed Ayin Mem

But check this out. Ayin is often rendered as an apostrophe, so...

 בל'ם = Bet Lamed Ayin Mem = BL'M

And if any of you stayed awake in Sunday School or Hebrew School, you'll remember that BL'M was all about his donkey...

Sounds oddly familiar, right?

Anyway, just one of the funny coincidences. I like coincidences that are funny. They amuse me. I'm feeling very amused these days on account of all these funny and amusing coincidences all over this fruited plain of ours.

 I like being amused.