Dumping Your Friends Who aren't Spiked?

I keep trying to tell people, the ones who aren't awake that is, that ALL this shit is BY DESIGN, but even though I've been looking unto this shit for over 15 years now, and they probably haven't looked into it for 15 seconds, they'll still tell me I'm full of shit, because they don't believe it. They TELL us we're supposed to hate cops, and people of a different skin color, and we buy into the bullshit. 

 Well guess what they're telling us now? They say that we should dump our un-vexed friends. For people who try to abide by the famous cry of "My body my choice," which defends abrotion, but doesn't apply to people who choose not to put an EXPERIMENTAL DRUG into their veins, it's just too bad. Funny how they get to pick and choose. "Rules for thee, but not for me."

 They really are pulling out all the stops to get us all to take this experimental drug, aren't they? First they used fear, which they'll always use, and for most people that did the trick in about five seconds. But some of us don't live in fear, and we don't buy it, not to mention we've done our homework on some of the shit they put in these drugs. It's been16 years now for me researching the Federal Demonic Association alone. If you want to tell me I haven't learned anything in that time? Come on. 

 Next they tried bribery. Lotteries, free money, burgers and God knows what all else, to get us all to take it. Next it was threats...no travel, no social life, no getting into a supermarket, etc. without it. More threats, knocking on doors. Next it was shame. The word on the street now is that unvexed people are the ONLY way to spread it now, that WE'RE responsible for future lockdowns and mask mandates, which is pure BULLSHIT, and anyone with half a brain left could see that. Even OUR PRESIDENT came out and basically called us, US citizens, "killers." I don't think that's ever happened in history. You know what's truly shameful? Our president calling our citizens "killers." 

 Now they're telling us that we should dump our friends who haven't been stuck. That's the Devil talking man, whether people can see it or not? Dump your friends because they don't get a vex? If this disease had a 50% death rate, or even 10% then it'd be a different story, but for a death rate of less than 3%, which even at that small number has been GREATLY inflated (see: comorbidity). Have you ever dumped a friend because they didn't get a Flu shot? I doubt it, but I guarantee there's a good chance you'll buy into the bullshit and go along with the lie, and lose your friends if they don't get it. 

 Speaking of friends, they got good ol' Jennifer Anniston to do a deal on Twitter or wherever where she talks about how she's had to give up some "very good friends" because they didn't get poked. NEWSFLASH: narcissists don't have real friends anyway, so what the fuck does she care? Just trot out another Satan-worshipping "star" because we worship them, instead of TRUE heroes, and all the kids will be dumping their friends right and left. Poor kids, and I MEAN it. Between this shit and the "gender-fluid" bullshit, and now everyone else is DIRTY and a potential source of DEADLY GERMS, and don't get closer that SIX FEET AWAY or you'll DIE, it'll be a miracle if the human race continues much past the next few generations. Think about it. 

 If you buy this bullshit and lose friends over the fact that they choose not to put an EXPERIMENTAL DRUG into their body, which for all we know could have MASSIVE side-effects down the road, then you didn't deserve those friends to begin with, and you live in fear, whether you'll admit it or not. You say you're being smart? You're being afraid. If you're cool with losing good friends over this, then you're an asshole. 

 
 

33B from the V for the P

How do you like my crude little drawing of the dollar signs on the cute little bugs we're all now familiar with? That's what the deal is folks. DId you know that Pafizer's projected earnings from vagzeen sales alone for 2021 is $33.5 billion dollars? Oh, but it's not about the money, right? They don't care about money. They just love us so much that they want us to be WELL, so we can quit buying their medicines, right? Of course. Wake up. 
 

Reply of the Day (and a GREAT Music Channel)

Not long ago I found what's now my favorite music channel on YouTube- the franknzappa channel. I'm actually one of his heroes because I told him I met Frank back in '75. If you love live music and esoteric, "proggy" albums, head on over and check him out. He plays the good shit...everything from Nektar to Camel to Yes to ELP, and of course lots of Zappa. As a bonus, the guy is hilarious, as are some of his viewers.

The other day he played a live ELP show. He goes live so people can comment. People were talking about ELP shows they'd seen in the past, and I said "I'm still recovering from seeing the Brain Salad Surgery show," and some guy quipped "You need surgery." "Lol I do" I said. That was funny. Later I said "Keith [Emerson] had the best left hand in the business," to which the host immediately replied "Apparently you never met my ex." That's a good one. If you like kickass music that's lightyears different from the usual shit on YouTube, stop by his channel, give him a sub and show some love. Listen to some good music too.

 franknzappa channel: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCMN7ehqNpqR5AEh6KrUwbCg
 

Three More Coincidences

I guess there's actually four "coincidences" here, but the other one ties in. I've mentioned this before, although I can't remember if I posted it. Not long after we moved into this apt complex, I'd be walking my dog at night, and all of the sudden it was like a dark mist just descended on the place. 

 I know that most people don't know what it's like to have trained your brain since you were very young, to be much more aware of things, and way more sensitive to vibrations, or "vibes" as it were...frequencies actually, which make-up everything in the Universe, but I have, and whatever people think about it doesn't bother me. I'm not bragging.

 We'd be walking merrily along and it would just hit out of nowhere. It's hard to describe except to say that it felt like pure evil. After it happened a couple more times I called my friend Jerry, who lived here about three years but sadly had to move, and he left the same month we moved in. We live in the very back corner of the place, thank God, but Jerry lived right up front where the action is- the main pool, weight room and Jacuzzi. 

 He's a super-nice guy and a social butterfly, and he really got to know much more about what goes on in this massive complex than I have. I told him what I'd experienced and asked him if I was just tripping, and he said definitely not. He said that there are a number of Wiccans, witches and Satanists even who live here, and sometimes he could feel it too. But there's really nothing to all that stuff. We're just imagining things, right? 

 Try telling that to my dog. Every time it's happened, at the exact same time I feel it, my dog goes perfectly still, and just stares ahead. I know it's not because of another dog or a human. In those situations he'll growl or bark, and he won't sit still. The only other times he's ever done that was when there was a prowler out back, the two times we saw a deer up-close and the night we saw a Bobcat. Yes, we saw a Bobcat. It'd climbed up in a thick Fir-type tree, and when I parted the branches to see what was making a weird, "Alien whining" sound I heard, he was three feet away and at eye-level. That was quite a surprise. 

 It's not just my dog reading me, which he can do like a book, and sensing fear. I don't fear evil at all. I know the holy name of its master, and believe me I'll invoke it if necessary. I'll try my best to get him to keep walking but he won't take another step, and in fact he always wants to go back inside ASAP. He practically runs back with his tail down. That's not like him at all. It's really very weird because normally he's totally fearless, and even a couple of the neighbors have commented on it. Even after we saw the Bobcat he still wanted to walk. He LIVES to walk. I'm #3 on the list behind food and "w-a-l-k-s" (I have to spell it around him if we're not going for one right away), which is still a huge honor, and seeing him NOT want to walk is unsettling. 

 He's sensing something, and he wants no part of it. I actually want to keep walking to see if the feeling changes, or if I just might see what's responsible, but I defer to his judgement. You can learn a lot from your dog. With that said, I've talked to quite a few dog-owners here, and lots of them have said their dogs are way more "edgy" here than anywhere they've ever lived. I mentioned my new friend's dog, who's so spooked here that she won't even go outside at all, even to pee. Bless their hearts for still keeping the dog. I said that I had a few things that would at least calm her down a peg.

 The night after I met her I prayed for three things. I prayed that her husband was a good dude and treated her like she should be treated, that he'd be cool with her talking to a white dude, and that God would ease some of the dog's fear, and to help me to help it. I believe that ALL fear comes from the Devil. The next morning she called me all excitedly and said that her dog had gone out that morning for the first time in the two years they've lived here. We were both cheering, and I told her I'd prayed about it the night before, and I thought she was going to cry. She believes in God big-time, and that did nothing to dissuade her. I guess that's just another coincidence, huh? Must be. God doesn't answer prayers, does He? BTW it wasn't MY doing. It was GOD'S doing, IMHO.

 I didn't know anything about her husband before today except that he'd gotten hold of a keeper. She came over today to get the dog stuff and she brought him along. He's white. Not only that but we'd met and spoken a few times. He's a good guy and it was obvious they're very much in love. I was quite pleased. They came in to meet my mom, and while the girls were talking I said to him "Dude, you got a good one there." "I know" he said. Later I said to her "He's pretty white." "Lol" she replied. She told him about her dog (who doesn't like anyone but her) loving on me, so I reckon he knows I'm okay. I briefly ran my idea about a "cooking" channel on YouTube by her, and I'll jump for joy if she agrees to do it. I think she'd do it just to try to counteract some of this racial bullshit going on. It'd be a blast. Know what? God is good, that's what. THIS HAS BEEN A COINCIDENCE. Have a nice day.
 

The Funniest Thing I've Seen in a While

This cracked me up so hard I saved it to faves, and I'm even going to film it with my phone so I'll have a safety copy. So this fine sister was eating at a Teppanyaki place. It looks like they were either closing or hadn't opened yet, but in any case she had his full attention. I have to say that if I'd known how easy it is to hit on women by using the ol' "sock puppet" trick, I might have seriously wanted to be a Teppanyaki chef. 

 He thought she looked a little sad, so he went into his deal. He picked up a piece of fish I guess with his fork and spatula and made it move along to what he was saying. Brilliant. The conversation went something like this:

Fish: "Hey baby!"

Girl: "Hello."

Fish: "Are you single?"

Girl: "Yes."

Fish: "Awwwww...when you broke up?"

Girl: "A couple of days ago."

Fish: "Awwwww. Knock-knock..."

Girl: "Who's there?

Fish: "Not your boyfriend!"

He then burst into maniacal laughter, as did I, as she flipped him off. Too fucking much. Love this shit. Here's the vid: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gic6tBBfy-I

The Biggest Compliment I Ever Got on My Bloggage (rewritten)

By far the biggest compliment I ever got on my blogging was from my friend Caroline. She called me one day and said she was reading one of my posts ("God Strikes Mugger Dead"), and she laughed so hard she wet her pants. She had to go shower and change, and then finished reading the post. She started laughing even more, and wet herself all over again. That's my kind of compliment. Thanks, sister!
 

Great Lines from Great Songs

Like Devo, Boingo, the Beatles, Todd and many other bands, but especially Devo and Zappa, you could pretty much pick any lyric and it's going to be a winner. Like my friend Champ, I often wonder what Frank would have to say about the mess we're in, but basically we don't have to wonder...he was talking about, and warning us about things to come, aka the present, all the way back in the 80s, and beyond. I mean he was specific.

 It's uncanny to the point of being a little spooky really. Check out the last verse. Some people see that as pure prophecy, and absolutely dead-on. Nobody was talking about those things in the carefree and coked-out 80s. For his opinions alone, like so many "stars" in the entertainment world, he was on every list there was, but they knew that Frank was a force of Nature and a force to be reckoned with, and they knew they couldn't shut him down, so instead they just fueled the notion that since his lyrics sometimes are vile and juvenile, it must mean he was on drugs (he never was), and people still think that to this day (therefore everything he says must be crazy), but as he once famously said "If I were on drugs, I could never write this kind of music, much less play it." Point Frank. 15-Love. Ouch, a zinger. 

 This song, wonderfully-titled "Flakes," was just a commentary on the current state of things, back then of course. If he were alive today though, he'd definitely have to update it. In case you haven't noticed, the price of things has gone way up while the quality has gone way down. Why just yesterday my Secret Santa sent a package for me, my mom and my dog. She's a jewel, and not because of what she does for us. She paid an absolutely ungodly amount of money to Fredex to send it overnight, and it was guaranteed to be here by noon yesterday, and why can't I just do a simple post, and stick to the subject? Must be my disease. I have Digressivitis.

 I waited until 8:00 and no package, no notification, no nothing. I had to basically wait by the door all day because I had to sign for it. I was pissed because I actually had plans. She called and they said it was running late, but that was bullshit. It hadn't even made it onto the truck, which was verified by another person. They changed it and said it'd be here by 3:00 or she'd get a partial refund. I was hoping it wouldn't arrive until after 3 so she'd get some money back, but it never arrived at all, nor did it today, and I waited all day, again. She called and pitched a bitch and got a full refund, but I think she deserves even more than that. 

 Anyway...Frank's lyrics were excellent, and humor was always a priority. People call them "novelty songs," but not many novelty songs get covered by symphony orchestras all over the world. I have to say again that I had the pleasure of meeting Frank and his band, when they were still technically called The Mothers of Invention, after a soundcheck in Atlanta back in '75. As luck would have it Frank was really the only "Rock Star" I ever cared anything about meeting. Twenty years later I'd have the pleasure of meeting his long-time percussionist, the wise, uproariously-funny and the one-and-only Ed Mann.

 Interestingly I ran into Ed in a YouTube chat about two years ago. Running into him in a chat was crazy enough, but the particular kind of subject matter covered made it something I'd have never dreamed. I'll just say that Ed is "awake," thank God, and he's a "believer," I'll say. That was crazy. He remembered me from all those years ago as "Film Canister Guy." I was thrilled and he's got a great memory, but most drummers do. 

 Frank was basically putting his experiences with everyone from auto mechanics to plumbers to you-name-it, to music. As a nice bonus there's a breakdown where they imitate Bob Dylan, and it's too much. The voice is exaggerated but definitely Bob, and in between the lines of his spoken-word verses somebody does little one-note harmonica licks and it's hilarious. I'm leaving out some lines here because I can't type more than ten words a minute, and I'm quoting from memory, but I'll link the song, and you can search the lyrics if you want...as if, lol.

Flakes 

They don't do no good

They never be workin' when they oughtta should

They waste your time, they wastin' mine

California's got the most of them

Boy they got a host o' them

Swear to God they got the most (yeah)

And every business on the coast

They got the flakes (flakes, flakes)

They can't fix your brakes

You ask 'em "Where's my motor?"

Well, it was eaten by snakes

You can stab and shoot and spit

But they won't be fixin' it

They're lyin' and lazy

They can be drivin' you crazy

Swear to God they got the most...(etc.)

I'm a moron, and this is my wife

She's frosting a cake with a paper knife

All what we got here is American-made

It's a little bit cheesy but it's nicely displayed

Well we don't get excited when it crumbles and breaks

We just get on the phone and call up some flakes

They rush on over and wreck it some more

And we are so dumb they're lining up at our door

Well the toilet went crazy yesterday afternoon

The plumber he said "Never flush a tampoon"

This great information cost me half a week's pay

And the toilet blew up later on the next day, yay, yay

(Ooooo-wooo-oooo blew up the next day)

We're millions and millions and we're comin' to getcha

We're protected by unions, so don't let it upset ya

Can't escape the conclusion, it's probably God's will

That civilization will grind to a standstill

And we are the people who will make it all happen

While your children is sleepin'

Your puppy is crappin'

You might call us flakes, or something else you might coin us

We know you're so greedy that you'll probably join us

We're coming to get you

We're coming to get you

We're coming to get you...

Magnificent. Check Frank out. All the cool people do. No shit. This is worth your time, I promise.

Flakes: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p8Izxkm-e7s