Statue of Icarus one block from where Sophie died (h/t Brandon)
Note: This is crossposted from the Sibyl research group. A lot of people have been asking me about what seems to be a surprisingly big story, so I am providing this both as a public service and to put a marker down in case this all wells up again in some way in days to come.
I have a feeling this is all a prelude for something bigger.
Once in a great while a big story comes along in which the symbolism is so obvious and self-explanatory that even the most oblivious normies can grasp it.
Since the early 1980s Wall Street and its satellites have been playing a game called "Loot and Pillage." You play by rigging the system, destroying lives and livelihoods and wiping entire industries off the map for a few quick bucks and a few cheap laughs. It's been unimaginably successful, only now the tables have been turned. The uprising will inevitably get quashed, but the confidence trick the finance racket has been playing all these years has been brought out into the open.
And that's what will cause the truly lasting damage.
Ferris F. Biden's Inauguration was like old home week for The Secret Sun. After a four-year interlude in which the requisite rites of state were not properly observed by the churlish usurpers, the restored regime let it be known in no uncertain terms that the days of blood and fire are back.
And who better to kick off the festivities than Katheryn Elizabeth Hudson, known to the wider world as Katy Perry?
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Wow: nothing says a "new dawn" like a 78 year-old Crypt-Keeper clone presiding over a private wake for the American Imperium, don't you think?
Tired old man, tired old empire, disappointment and cringe so palpable they nearly have physical form. Obama-era divas looking and sounding as stale as Greta Van Fleet. Everyone looking awkward, deflated.
This is a beautiful day. I feel more hopeful than I have in quite some time.
So much for back to normal, eh? No, friends, this is the new normal.
This is a world that by outward appearances is like the world you lived in, say, ten years ago. But it isn't. This is for all intents and purposes a parallel reality we all find ourselves in. You are now an exile from your old world and have to learn to live in this new one.
How did America fall into a complete state of authoritarian psychosis? Slowly at first, then all at once.
It's all happening so quickly, and I really don't know how much longer I'll be able to blog anywhere at all. So why don't we sift through the rubble of a nation's sanity and see what we can learn while we still can. We've got a lot to go over this coming week, so check back frequently. We'll start with that absolute shrieking madness...
Well, well, well. Interesting to see the series finale of The Apprentice: White House end on a cliffhanger like this. It's a good thing we can't go anywhere because I have a feeling we are in for a rollicking round of ruddy ritualism in the days ahead.
I just miss the days when reality TV was unscripted.
A few years back I started incoherently ranting on about some insane notion I had that an obscure dream pop diva was in fact the Sibyl -- or the Oracle of the Apocalypse -- of this age.
Left: January 6 1/6 in American notation
Right: June 1, 2016 1/6/16 in European notation
Everyone enjoying their traditional Saturnalia pageant? It's been a lot of fun watching Jupiter Dolichenus AKA Ba'al Hadad return to his temple on Capitoline Hill, don't you think?
Well, fun for everyone except the woman who was chosen for the traditional Saturnian blood sacrifice. But you know what they all say: there can be no true religion without sacrifice.
Take a good look at the future, my friends. Pretty much everything I've been ranting about to anyone who will listen these past fourteen years is encapsulated into eight short minutes of canned video of a fake performance in front of a fake crowd gathered in a fake Times Square.