Redpill Dispensary

“It was like a spider’s web: The more we tried to avoid politics, the more we became entangled in them.”
—Kobo Abé, Inter Ice Age 4

“Political power in America is media power. It’s the power to shape consciousness. Violence works when you have media power. It fails when you don’t. The protest Wednesday was an example of “hyperreality.” There was no attempted coup by President Trump, nor by people wandering around the Capitol. The media created a story about an ‘armed insurrection,’ a putsch, and they seem to believe it.” —Gregory Hood

“The actor’s mask becomes his face.”
—Plato (William T. Vollman, Europe Central)

“Leftism as practiced today, is aggressive. It is rapacious and rests on the idea that no one can exist outside their preferred outcome lest anyone see their world for the nightmare it truly is… The Mythology of America is just that, mythology, worth using as the basis for the new story rather than a shackle keeping us chained down, staring at the Abyss and despairing at what was lost.”
—Tom Luongo, https://www.zerohedge.com/geopolitical/end-great-american-myth-secession-not-revolution

“This is the unbridgeable gap of modern politics. It is the infinite gulf between surrender and negotiating with terrorists… The realization is fast dawning on the people across the West that the terrorists don’t wear odd clothes, carry Ak-47s and speak in foreign tongues… They are the ones telling you to let Grandma die of loneliness in a nursing home, forbidding you from buying a Turkey for Christmas that can feed more than 6 people and spitting on people for not wearing a mask in public.” —Tom Luongo, https://www.zerohedge.com/geopolitical/hungary-and-poland-create-unbridgeable-gap-great-reset

Cutting the threads
—from: James Lindsay, Psychopathy and the Origins of Totalitarianism

“What, then, could possibly be the answer to this perilous and perennial tangle? Fortunately, the first step, at the least, is very simple. It’s mere awareness. It is learning to recognize the constructed pseudo-reality for what it is—a fabricated simulation of reality that is unfit for human societies—and beginning to reject unapologetically any demand to participate in it. This means refusing the analysis of the paralogic (by seeing its contradictions) and being held to account by the paramorality (by recognizing its caprice, malice, and evil) that sustain the lie. (An old word for this is “secularism,” in the non-specific sense.) In the exact instant one becomes competent at spotting the lie—or, the network of lies—held in service of a constructed pseudo-reality and its social enforcement, one already possesses the necessary perspective to break the spell of the pseudo-reality in its entirety. This, knowing the cheat for what it is, more than any other thing, is how the strings of paralogic and paramorality are cut, and with them cut pseudo-reality will come crashing down.

“This can only be done by learning enough to see the games, telling the truth, and refusing to be coerced or forced to participate in the increasingly hegemonic pseudo-reality before it claims totalitarian power.  Speaking practically, there are two straightforward ways this can be done. One is to refute the pseudo-reality, and the other is to reject it.

“For most people, the latter of these is easier than the former, and it requires less of someone. Strength of will and character will suffice. Simply refusing to participate in the pseudo-reality, utilize its paralogic, or bow to its paramorality—and to live one’s life as though it is utterly irrelevant to yours—is a powerful act of defiance against an ideological pseudo-reality. It requires nothing more of a person than a convicted statement that says, ‘This does not apply to me because it is not me’ (or, ‘not even real’), a refusal to make decisions based in socially constructed fear and intimidation, and a willingness to live one’s life on the most normal terms possible. This is a powerful and peaceful act of defiance that many other normal people (those outside the pseudo-reality) will recognize for strength, and while it may cost you in the short term and in some ways, it will reap rewards in the long term and in others, at least up until the point that the paramoral totalitarian trap is fully sprung on a sufficiently broken and demoralized society. Just keep your head up and refuse to live your life on someone else’s (psychopathic) terms, and you will do much against such budding regimes.

“Refuting pseudo-reality is harder, as it requires much more specific knowledge along with skill, strength of character, and courage. It also must be done, at least by someone, if an ideological pseudo-reality has already taken root. Such a pseudo-reality has to be shown to be a false reality, which is to say a pernicious fiction, to as many people as possible. To do it, its distortions of reality, the contradictions of its paralogic, and the evils and harms of its paramorality must all be exposed and explained as a first step. These objectives require devoting, which is in some sense wasting, a great deal of time and expending a great deal of effort intentionally learning something one knows is false and therefore (if one is successful) useless. It is also demoralizing to learn, given the psychopathic nature of the material. It’s not for the faint of heart, even if all goes well.

“Commonly, also, this process will not be comfortable and requires tremendous courage of precisely the kind that ideological demoralization is very effective at eroding and containing. The paralogic will interpret direct dissent as stupid or crazy, and the paramorality will characterize it as evil (or motivated by evil intentions, even if unconscious ones outside of the dissenter’s awareness). The courage to bear these outrageous insults and slander, and to bear its unjust social consequences, is therefore a necessary precondition to putting a halt to totalitarianism. It is understandable why most will not choose this path, but be warned: the longer one waits, the worse this gets.

“For those who will take up the task, the approach is a combination of being informed, being courageous, being forthright, and being subversively funny. Being informed is necessary to identify, expose, and explain the distortions of the pseudo-reality and juxtapose them with reality. It is also necessary to make use of the most decisive tool that exists against ideological pseudo-realities, which is the law of non-contradiction. Pseudo-realities and their paralogical structures always contradict reality and themselves, and exposing these contradictions exposes their lies. Being courageous and forthright is necessary to believe in oneself and one’s (real) values and thus to withstand the paramoralizing attacks and social pressure they will generate, but they inspire more of the same and restore moral authority to those who are drained of it by these distortions. Being subversive and funny undermines the psychopathy and will to power that characterize the entire ideological pseudo-realist enterprise.

“Resisting effectively and with sufficient knowledge (refuting) is, of course, best, but resisting at all, even by mere refusal to participate in any obvious lie (rejecting), is also effective. This is because revealing the ideological pseudo-reality for what it is—false and irrelevant to actual reality—undermines the pseudo-reality and encourages more people to refute and reject it. Even more powerful, however, is that revealing the underlying nature of the ideological pseudo-reality—that it is psychopathic—to normal people (including those partially ensnared) ranks highly among the ways the paralogical and paramoral threads can be severed. And, a psychopathic reaction is precisely what will result from effectively resisting a psychopathic ideology. The challenging part is that you, who dares resist their games and who eludes their trap, becomes the target of their psychopathic ire, and many sympathizers who you would usually count as friends will take sides against you (there is no neutral in the paramorality). The earlier one enters this fight, the more courage it takes and yet the more valuable it is.

“Some of the requisite courage to resist can be found by remembering that the pseudo-reality is not real, its paralogic is not logical, and its paramorality is not moral. That is, it’s not you; it’s them. Some more backbone can be dredged up by realizing that once the pseudo-real begins displacing the real for even a few percent of the population, the question is no longer whether things will go bad but how bad they will go before the bubble bursts. Reality will always win, and calamity comes in proportion to the size of the lie between us and it, so it is better to act sooner than later. Still more heart resides in grasping that it gets worse right up until a real resistance mounts, and then, after a rocky transition, it starts getting better. The time to act is therefore now.

“The way resistance—just plain resistance—works is by restoring to the normal person the epistemic and moral authority necessary to resist the ideologue’s illegitimate demands to participate in a pseudo-real fraud. That is, it restores confidence in normality to the normal. No one feels ashamed of resisting a con, whatever form it takes, and this is the real phenomenon we face with any growing ideological pseudo-reality. Its paralogic and paramorality work to drain us of our sense of authority to know what is and is not true and what is and is not right. One’s authority only lacks under the assumptions of the paralogical and paramoral systems, however—that is, inside pseudo-reality—and it can be reclaimed by anyone who simply refuses to participate in the lie. Step outside of the pseudo-reality (take the ‘red pill,’ as depicted in The Matrix), and you’ll see.”

We have succumbed to Stockholm Syndrome, where the inmates come to love and mimic their jailers, and “hostages develop a psychological alliance with their captors as a survival strategy during captivity.” Identifying with the sociopaths at the helm, we have no remorse. Our former selves, our innate human kindless, is put on hold, buried under dogma, held back in fear, kept in check by cognitive dissonance… invisible.

“The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing.”–Edmund Burke

A prayer to the gods of literature

We invoke the old gods of literature, of sacred art, to wash away the stink of politics even as it threatens the world, again, idiots in the matchbox. Washing them away like Shiva with a storm upon the world, kirtan frenzy of passion of truth of love of something real, beyond these paper words of diplomatic obfuscation. Bring us to the heartsongs of real earth and real speech and real love between all people.

In my own skin I am but a lay witness to the crimes of humanity against nature and our own. Leaving these aside, I come to the fictive realms but grudgingly, still enraptured with the versification of our tongue as I was first awakened in my ripening youth, saved from an earlier war by that very calling.

Now it has saved me, but I only return to it grudgingly, as to an old memory, a time bygone, of dusty tomes and paens to the past, while the train of the future pulls away ever remotely to a future manned by neither beast nor human, but a creature of our own imagining, leaving us behind as man left god and woman, to mind the children and the crops. Our screens and gizmos have obliterated the sky and the rain, and we are none the wiser. It is but a fond recall to go numbly down the lane of library lore once again, as though to visit memory, in a darkling time of forgetfulness, while new synthetic weather takes our days away and milks our mornings into perpetual shadow, the oneness of thunder, the clatter of slave chains, the calls of monkey dreams.

There can be no coherence now from the tomes of the past, they cohered only to themselves, dragging themselves into irrelevant oblivion, while the Rovian future unfolds even faster than we can cling. We are left in a limbo of a past now discarded, a future forsaken to the self-appointed masters.

Art left to witness, not to engage enough mass to matter. Politics left to debate but never sway, since the levers are removed and operating on technologies far advanced past common reach. We the mass of humanity are left to swim in a swimming pool we have built in a compound walled from nature; but it has no refreshment, nor hope from the spreading cracks, the stagnant growth of slime, our own befouling. The masters have left us and nature to our own demise, while they go preparing their flight back to the stars.

 

The greatest and most important problems of life are all in a certain sense insoluble…. They can never be solved, but only outgrown…. This ‘outgrowing’, as I formerly called it, on further experience was seen to consist in a new level of consciousness. Some higher or wider interest arose on the person’s horizon, and through this widening of view, the insoluble problem lost its urgency. It was not solved logically in its own terms, but faded out when confronted with a new and stronger life-tendency. —Jung

Healing the planet, and our species, and our bodies and our personal lives, begins with detoxification. On the cultural level, it is necessary and urgent to do a major cleanse now, purging our beliefs and conversations, our concepts and opinions, our habits and limitations, from the programming that has infected us from birth and accelerated in the age of covert ops, fake news psyops, false flags and monopoly media, mass education, subliminal advertising, Hollywood storymaking, repetion of lies that have become our truths.

Behold the red pill, to help us purge and cleanse, preparing the way for nature’s reboot, winter storms and spring floods, new light to burn away the tangled webs, send spiders scurrying, reset to what we are born for.

Deep Down

(Coronavirus Journal, part 14)

Deep down, what are we afraid of?

For some, it’s “The Virus”: the invisible enemy, just like the terrorists before, or the Commies.

For others who see through those charades, it’s the government… or just, government itself, or what government wants to be: in total control.

Deep down, I believe we all share that second, deeper fear, grounded in our experience from before birth. Awash in toxic chemicals and systemic stress in our mother’s womb, we find ourselves locked in an operating system complete with injected autoimmune triggers (also see this and this), ritual scarring, regimented  instruction, and a thousand and one prohibitions and required behaviors, rules of the road. Then the taxman cometh, sure as death, and the mortgage broker, insurance and bank; lienholder, landlord and ladies lobbying for more of what you owe.

Now they are coming for your genome, your right to think.

We all grew up in the police state governed by laws and force, coercion largely converted to social pressure. If that fails, all bets are off.

We’re looking at Nazi Germany, Soviet Russia; genocide in Guatemala, Indonesia, Libya, Iraq.  We’re looking at the CIA, the Stasi, CSIS, MI5, the Mossad, the Mafia, the Vatican, the Crown, working hand in glove. We’re seeing brownshirts and patsies, mind-controlled Manchurian candidates, duped bombers and the thugs that take them out. We’re looking down the barrel of a gun.

Calgary, this is how it begins. This is when it becomes real. The curtain is pulled back, and instead of a kindly old man—say, the Wizard of CovOz—we see RoboCop and RoboDog, programmed to track and trace, tase and erase.

By twenty-three forty-seven, the cleansing of our respective sectors had begun. So-called “national politicians,” bourgeois democrats, Polish chauvinist elements, intellectuals, kulaks [small farmers], officers and Jews were rendered harmless. [Poland, 1939] (William T. Vollman, Europe Central)

To this day the curtain is still drawn on far-flung atrocities “elsewhere”… in past history, in class structure, and on the invisible wall between the First World and Third World. Guatemala, for example, is now a textbook example of the poverty and chaos produced by neo-liberalism and globalization.

Castillo Armas, leader of the CIA proxy army that invaded Guatemala during the coup, was finally installed as a dictator after two short lived juntas were maneuvered into and out of power. He banned unions and political parties; burned and banned books; locked up 9,000 Arbenz supporters and communists and forced thousands to flee into exile. Hundreds of union leaders were killed while the CIA, operating under the cover of the Committee Against Communism, composed a massive black list of “subversives” that already had 70,000 names on it by the end of the year.

Decades later the military and police would murder elderly, returning exiles who had ended up on the list because of union membership or other “subversive” activity during the Arbenz years. Armas confiscated all the lands that Arbenz had given to 100,000 peasant families returning them to wealthy landowners and the United Fruit Company. (Hugo Turner, “Guatemala: War and Revolution, Part II”)

This decades-old, centuries-cold grip on humanity is known and familiar, though we prefer not to think of it. We gladly accept censorship of such inconvenient truths; we crave the spell of such fictions as the magic bullet that killed Kennedy, the magic planes that brought down the twin towers (make that triplets), and now the magic virus that will be cured by a magic vaccine.

While some fear the vaccine will program our bodies and minds and delete our souls, others will walk gladly into the fold of the control grid, banishing pesky moral dilemmas and risky choices to the realm of our hairy human predecessors.

We reject evil of this magnitude because in order for us to maintain our sense of self-image as rational, caring people admitting its reality implies a responsibility to do something about it.

And stopping evil takes away from “me time.”

Isn’t that what all of this irreality is for, to desensitize us to their outrageousness? To normalize their grotesquerie? (Tom Luongo, “The Lesson of 2020: What’s the Point of Pointing Out the Hypocrisy?”)

The operative mantra becomes: We have nothing to fear if the future is already here. We can skip the unpleasant resistance part, just surrender now, and follow the instructions of the code. What, me worry?  Mutually Assured Destruction takes on a whole new dimension when life everlasting can replace all that messy funerary soup and ash, as we are digitally rendered clean, abstract, pure.

But enough about my fears, that we will all just willingly submit, day by day, ratcheting the world to a predetermined, mechanistic, technocratic, predictable dystopia (forget lion and lamb; we will dance with the robots!).

Knowing how that story ends, isn’t it time to write a new one, for real? To counter his despair over our willing slide into slavery, Luongo concludes with an opposing hope, that “2021 is the year we finally show the barest minimum of self-respect, take off the masks, turn off the screens and get prepared to fight harder than we ever have.”

Time to trade those stinking masks for a new hat:

Image credits:

(feature): mower: Connor Williams
fear, Zappa memes: NG
RoboDog: cities-today.com
tweet: Candace Owens
hat: makeorwellfictionagain.com

Lyrics for a Plague of the Mind

Unthinking respect for authority is the greatest enemy of truth.
—Albert Einstein

Subverses

Pandemic Haiku

A letter to friends of your government –

What would it take for
you to change your mind? What will
open your eyes now?

If not now, then when?
If not you, then who? I ask,
Who is WHO? Tell me.

Who makes all the rules?
Is it a cat in a hat?
WHO knows the answer.

Who tells WHO the deal?
You know the answer: Bill Gates.
What is he selling?

Why don’t you know this?
Big Pharma owns all the news,
bought doctors, med schools.

They’ve hijacked our minds.
They’ve stolen, jabbed our children.
No wonder you sleep.

Freedom in the now
Just you, between earth and sky
Despite everything

What will you do?
It is not for you to say
Except, be ready

See: Who Chooses the Official, Governmentally Approved “Health Experts”?

Looking at the moon

looking at the moon
with trees abiding, we know
there is no covid

at our hospital
in the empty waiting room
there is no covid

under microscopes
scientists peer, sketch bad code
from fragments: Covid!

walking under stars
with the good earth underfoot
there is no covid

poring over stats:
where have all the flu deaths gone?
I bet it’s covid.

so nix the vaxxes
we don’t need no great reset
masks off: No covid!

Future Con

by the glare of the chemical sun
we’ll know we’ve been conned

in the shadow of buzzing towers
we’ll know we’ve been had

but if these leaves be found
in the alleyways of the future

let them be bound in a book of magic
data uncollected, unsecured

Your Move

The universe:
does it all make sense,
or is it out of whack?

Fascism wears a smiley mask.
fake consensus = censorship
settled science = political science

Who has the rights to this reality show?
Wipe clean the mirror.
What could possibly go wrong?

Remember, the door
to Nature and Spirit
is a quiet mind.

Stop doing what doesn’t work.
Listen for what is most true.
Do what moves you.

Vaccination is rape: A 3-part lesson plan

1.
Discuss:
Vaccination is rape.

2.
Compare and contrast:
Mandatory masks are foreplay;
Coerced vaccination is rape.

3.
Complete the equation:
V =  _________.
Suggested answers: rape, child abuse, genocide, fascism, transhuman, evil, fake science, for profit, above the law, AI simulation, genetic modification, aborted fetuses, neurotoxins…

Covert Tunes

Where Have All the Flu Deaths Gone

(with a mournful air, to the tune of “Where Have all the Flowers Gone,” by Pete Seeger)

Where have all the flu deaths gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the flu deaths gone?
Long time ago
Where have all the flu deaths gone?
Covid claimed them every one
When will we ever learn?
When will we ever learn?

Where have all the old ones gone?
This year passing
Where have all the old ones gone?
Died all alone
Where have all the old ones gone?
Called them Covid every one
When will we ever learn?
When will we ever learn?

Where have all the children gone?
All in masking
Where have all the children gone?
Left all alone
Where have all the children gone?
Gone for vaccines every one
When will we ever learn?
When will we ever learn?

Where have all the soldiers gone?
Long time patriots
Where have all the soldiers gone?
For freedom all
Where are all the soldiers now?
Joined the people every one
Thank god they finally learned,
Thank god they finally turned.

Where have all the doctors gone?
Long time practicing
Where have all the doctors gone?
Long time our friends
Where have all the doctors gone?
Covid truthers every one
Now they will do no harm.
Now they will do no harm.

Imagine

 (with apologies to J. Lennon)

Imagine there’s no covid
It’s easy if you try
No plague inside us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Knowing they’re okay… Aha-ah…

Imagine there’s no lockdowns
It isn’t hard to do
Nothing to stay at home for
TV religion, too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace… You…

You may say I’m a denier
But I’m not the only one
I hope today you’ll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no fake testing
I wonder if you can
No need for masks or distance
A total vaccine ban
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world… You…

You may say I’m a denier
But I’m not the only one
I hope today you’ll join us
And the world will live as one

Little Masklets

(after Malvina Reynolds, “Little Boxes”)

Little masklets on the sidewalk
Little masklets made of ticky tacky
Little masklets on the sidewalk
Little masklets all the same

There’s a pink one and a green one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they’re all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same

And the people in the houses
All believed in the coronaspiracy
Where they were put under lockdown
And they stayed afraid all the same

And there’s doctors and lawyers
And business executives
And they’re all afraid of coronavirus
And they all sound just the same

And they all quote all the cases
And close all their businesses
And they all have masked children
And the children hear the lies

And the children go to vaccine camp
And then to the isolation pod
Where they’re given smart devices
And they end up all the same

And they can’t go into business
Or play sports or have a social life
In masklets made of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same

There’s a pink one and a green one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they’re all made out of covid lies
And they all look just the same

The Bigger the Lie

(revising Jimmy Cliff, “The Harder They Come”)

Well, they tell me of a virus out in the air
Waiting for me so I die
But between the day you’re born and when you die
They never seem to hear even your cry

So as sure as the sun will shine
I’m gonna live for freedom, what’s ours
Because the bigger the lie,
The harder they fall, one and all
Ooh, the bigger their lie,
The harder they fall, one and all

Well, the oppressors are trying to keep me down
Trying to drive me underground
And they think that they have got the battle won
I say forgive them Lord, they know exactly what they’ve done

‘Cause, as sure as the sun will shine
I’m gonna live for freedom, what’s ours
Because the bigger the lie,
The harder they fall, one and all
Ooh, the bigger their lie,
The harder they fall, one and all

And I keep on fighting for the things I know
Though they tell my everywhere I can’t
But I’d rather be a free man in my light
Than living as a puppet or a slave

I’m gonna live for freedom, what’s ours
Because the bigger the lie,
The harder they fall, one and all
Ooh, the bigger their lie,
The harder they fall, one and all

Hey, the bigger the lie
The harder they fall, one and all
Hey, the bigger the lie,
The harder they fall, one and all
Hey, the bigger their lie,
The harder they fall, one and all

Walk for Freedom

(walking tempo)

Part A
Join’ us’ for’ free’-do’-m’ –‘ – ‘
M:4/4
|:AGCE GF3:|

Part B
Join’ us’ for’ free’-dom’ – ‘
Join’ us’ for’ free’-ee’ –‘
M: 6/8
|:AGC DG2:|

Interludes: pots and pans

Other Voices:
Gareth Icke Rally Rap
TNS Blanco Slam Poetry “FREEDOM”

Memes Against the Machine