Taylor Hawkins, the Apocalypse and You. Plus, the Siren.

Well, it was only a matter of time. Brother Brandon, my Ninja of Twinja, reported a most salient fact about Taylor Hawkins' death. One that opens all kinds of Pandora's jars. 

What's that? No, it was actually a jar, not a box.

It turns out that Hawkins died on the 54th anniversary of the first public airing of "Song to the Siren," on the very last episode of The Monkees. An episode you should most definitely watch (or rewatch). 

In fact, here it is. It's insanely terrible but utterly captivating, given that it was doing MKULTRA a very long time before anyone even knew the program existed.

What's more, it ties into another, rather momentous synchronicity. 

Then there's the slap heard 'round the world...

This all looked really stupid and staged to these eyes, but you already figured it would. But as fake as it appears, it opens up a whole can of wormwood on us.

Let's start with the fact that both the late Taylor Hawkins and the ritually=humiliated Chris Rock share an important common denominator: Alanis Morrissette. 

Who is a twin, by the way. A fraternal twin, even.

The common denominator in question is Kevin Smith's Dogma, which boasts an all-star cast and features Alanis as God (or something). Note the late Alan Rickman, who ushers us toward all kinds of strawberry patches we'll leave for later.

More importantly, this links us to Radio Free Albemuth, a film we discussed and a narrative we're all living out in real time today. Again, STRONGLY recommend you watch it and/or read the book. It will give you very keen insight into our current dilemma.

It even has a senile puppet of a President who is obsessed with imaginary terrorists and Russian infiltrators. Apparently, the original character in the novel was a synthesis of Richard Nixon and Joseph McCarthy, which describes the current occupant of the Oral Office to a T. 

Read this:

The pinko capital of the world was not surprised when Senator Fremont was named to a committee investigating un-American activities. It wasn't surprised when the senator nailed several prominent liberals as Communist Party members. But it was surprised when Senator Fremont made the Aramchek accusation. 

Nobody in Berkeley, including the Communist Party members living and working there, had ever heard of Aramchek. It mystified them. What was Aramchek? Senator Fremont claimed in his speech that a Communist Party member, an agent of the Politburo, had under pressure given him a document in which the CP-USA discussed the nature of Aramchek, and that from this document it was evident that the CP-USA, the Communist Party of America, was itself merely a front, one among many, cannon fodder as it were, to mask the real enemy, the real agency of treason, Aramchek. 

There was no membership roll in Aramchek; it did not function in any normal way. Its members espoused no particular philosophy, either publicly or privately. Yet it was Aramchek that was stealthily taking over these United States. You'd have thought someone in the pinko capital would have heard of it. 

At that time I knew a girl who belonged to the Communist Party. She had always seemed strange, even before she joined, and after she joined she was insufferable. She wore bloomers and informed me that the sex act was an exploitation of women, and one time, in anger at my choice of friends, she dropped her cigarette in my cup of coffee at Larry Blake's restaurant on Telegraph Avenue. My friends were Trotskyists. I had introduced her to two of them in public, without telling her their political affiliations. You never did that in Berkeley. Liz came by my table the next day at Larry Blake's, not speaking; I think it got her in trouble with the Party. Anyhow one time kiddingly I asked her if she also belonged to Aramchek as well as to the Party. 

'What a crock,' she said. 'What a fascist lie. There is no Aramchek. I would know.' 'If it existed,' I asked, 'would you join it?'

'It would depend on what it does.'

'It overthrows America,' I said. 

'Don't you think monopoly capitalism with its suppression of the working class and its financing of imperialist wars through puppet regimes should be overthrown?' Liz said. 

'You'd join it,' I said. 

But even Liz couldn't join Aramchek if it didn't exist. 

Liz. As in Elizabeth. Very appropriate for a story which has a sibyl at its center. And a funny thing about the woman who portrays the avatar of the sibyl in the film...

... she's played by none other than Alanis Morrisette.

There are also these two young acolytes, who have a strong thematic connection to the novel's denouement.

And there's more. On account of it never, ever ends. 

Dave Grohl plays a bit of the Foo Fighters' 1997 smash, "Everlong" in the Studio 666 trailer. He'd also played the song at a memorial service for Chris Cornell. He played a bit of it as part of a Christmas medley when the Foos appeared on Shatturdday Night Live in 2017, too.

I explained the significance of that in a post from the time entitled "Foo Fighters and the Never-Ending Rockefeller Ritual":

That nutty Interdimensional-AI overwriting history got a little bit cute with the Foos' next set, a Christmas medley. Which kicked off with every child's favorite Christmas carol, "Everlong." 

In case you missed the reference, the "Everlong" snippet was ol' Grohly indulging his own Christmas memories, thinking back on that how great it was havin' some of that sweet, sweet rock-star extramarital sex with Veruca Salt's Louise Post. For the first time, which was just before Christmas 1996.

Louise Post, whose primary influence seems to be, um, Elizabeth Fraser.

As a matter of fact, Grohl loved Louise Post so much physically and spiritually, felt such a connection with her and harmonized so perfectly with her, that he kicked her ass to the curb for Winona Ryder after a couple months. 

Lollapalooza looms large in all of this, given Hawkins' last public appearance was at a South American incarnation of the festival.

And Inanna Montana bade Hawkins farewell at a Brazilian Lollapalooza show.

Ironically, Vile E. Virus bade farewell to her eternal soul last summer with this blasphemous desecration.

The Sibyl and her servants bade their final farewell to America after playing at Lollapalooza 1996 on Randall's Island in New York. Also appearing on the main stage were Chris Cornell (deceased), Mark Lanegan (deceased), Joey Ramone (deceased), Johnny Ramone (deceased), Waylon Jennings (deceased) and Bob Casale of Devo (deceased).

Also most likely deceased are the knuckleheads in Missouri who assaulted Our Lady from the pit and unleashed a host of avenging angels on those who failed to defend her honor. 

Avenging angels are no joke. Fuck around and find out.

Similarly deceased is the quality and credibility of Stranger Things, which shat the bed with its sucktastic second and third seasons. The upcoming fourth season appears to me to have the stink of flopsweat all over it, but what do I know? People love garbage.

Still, first thing I think about when I hear the name Hawkins.

Maybe it's just because of Elevenebeth and her Ladylike ordeals.