Kimberly Steele

Happy Alban Arthuan/Winter Solstice! The days are only getting longer from here! It's been a long time since I've done an Open Post! Please feel free to post about just about anything you are into... the only thing I don't do around here is swear words worse than "bitch".


The cats are doing well, outside and inside! As some of you may know, I have three feral cats on the outside: Miss Piggy, also known as Blondie. She is a calico we "inherited" when we moved to our little house nearly 9 years ago. Miss Piggy was a kitten factory until I took it upon myself to trap her along with quite a few other cats in the neighborhood, including Tommy, her son, who is the orange cat in the photos and Silhouette, her other son who is the twin brother to Shadow, my indoor black cat with the crazy eyes. Piggy was not easy to trap! Thanks to our great local TNR lady, she's now spayed. Oddly, all of my ferals let me pet them. Tommy is my personal itty bitty kitty welcoming committee every night when I get home from work. He always greets me and gives me a kitty hug (reminder that he is hungry) when I get home and park my car. He is the one with whom I have a psychic connection: I can call him in my mind and he has not yet failed to arrive right on schedule.

On the inside, there is Shadow, one of the sons of Miss Piggy. Before I trapped her, there was some drama with one of Piggy's boyfriends, a sire I named Abraham because he killed one of his children. Piggy had litters by superfecundation, a.k.a. via multiple fathers, every year until I had her fixed. Abraham killed his own child -- unlike the Biblical Abraham for whom he is named, he actually went through with it. I took Shadow in about a week after I found the dead orange kitten on the porch, and because we have video all around the house, we saw the whole fight with Abe going after both his own child and twin black kittens Shadow and Silhouette (different sire), and Piggy attempting to defend them all. Silhouette fought me and took a chunk out of my hand when I tried to get him to live inside, so outside he stayed. I don't know if I'll ever get the outers to live inside.

Meanwhile, Shadow the kitten was living and healing inside my house. It was too soon after the death of my beloved Kiki, and if cats didn't have terrible timing, I would have taken at least a year break from indoor cat mayhem. It was not to be so. He healed, I took him to the vet and got him fixed, and overall he turned out to be my most expensive cat because he did not have everything already "done" like a shelter cat. Shadow had the cat version of ADHD. He jumped into the refrigerator one night and had he been in there longer or if it had been the freezer, he would have died. He was fine -- by then he was already becoming far more robust. He was so crazy, I did some research and decided to adopt him a sibling.

Ashley Amore Reid Cocklebur Steele, looking regal as usual

I fully intended on adopting a girl. I love girl cats and I truly feel I cannot live without them. I also felt terrible for taking Shadow away from his twin bro-bro. It was the height of Covid paranoia though so I went to the shelter. The girl cat I had chosen (we weren't allowed to see more than two cats at once) didn't like my husband and I. The boy cat they brought in liked us though. He was a beautiful silver gray kitty. His original name was Reid but I later named him Ashley or Ash for short because it seemed so right. My husband and I were very worried the two boys would not get along but they turned out to be absolutely made for each other. Ash is by far the most gorgeous cat I have ever owned. I doubt I will ever get him genetically tested, but I strongly suspect he is a purebred Korat, which is a Thai breed not all that different from a Russian Blue. Ash is a very sensitive boy who needs a special diet like other Korats. He is allergic to fish.

Kyoko Jujube Steele, a.k.a. Bee.  She is petite like me!

I adopted little Bee (a.k.a. Kyoko Bee) from another shelter about a year after Ash. She wasn't doing very well at first -- I have a knack for adopting or rescuing sickly cats -- and I was able to heal her and make her coat shiny and full with quality food and supplements. She is a sweet little doll with considerable attitude. Kiki was all sweetness... Bee, not so much LMAO.

I am slowly organizing the lending library by the Dewey Decimal System. Only 390 more books to go, ha ha

I am still lending out books to anyone in the continental US! Just email me at ksteelestudio at gmail com and I will send you up to 3 books of your choice at no charge. I do ask that if you don't return the books within 6 months that you reimburse me for their cost at BuyMeACoffee so I can replace them. Just tonight I was adding more sustainability and mythology titles.

Here is my book list:

https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1v0ELUifXRBoPkWHfA017FZYuIh5DdPvWqh6CS_AH8k0/edit?gid=0#gid=0

There is probably an Amish person or a Sentinelese islander who does not know about the recent assassination of UnitedHealthcare CEO Brian Thompson. To summarize, a greedy, obscenely wealthy one percenter was “adjusted” by a shooter during the swan song of 2024 while on his way to an annual meeting. This action panicked the loftiest members of the upper classes, who suddenly realized that everyone else hates them. For the rest of us, it is yet another installation in the Museum of Interesting Times.A young man named Luigi Mangione has been taken into custody and will likely serve time for the murder of Brian Thompson. Mangione looks as if he stepped out of an old GQ or PlayGirl cover. He’s gorgeous. Mangione was discovered six days after the shooting in a McDonalds in clothes that matched the shooter on the day of the shooting. He conveniently sported the alleged murder weapon and a manifesto when the now-fired McDonalds employee ratted him out.

Everything about the Mangione arrest seems fake. Many on the internet are dropping the name Lee Harvey Oswald. Like JFK’s assassination, there appears to have been a patsy, and that patsy seems to be Luigi Mangione. This wouldn’t be the first time the three letter organizations have attempted to control the narrative by shifting focus to a fall guy who may have wanted to do the murder but did not actually do it. If Mangione did it, he should probably plead insanity because only a crazy person would be stupid enough to reveal his naked face at the crime scene and to lurk around a random McDonalds until caught with incriminating evidence. I find it hard to believe that Mangione, who was subtle enough to properly distinguish between “it’s” and “its” in his manifesto would be so unsubtle as to broadcast his unmasked face within a few hundred miles of his crime.

Brian Thompson was facing a Department of Justice probe for insider trading. He dumped $15.1 million dollars worth of his company’s stock just in time before news of the anti-monopoly investigation went public. In other words, Mangione, whose family was more millionaire than billionaire, would not have hung out in the same circles as Thompson. Thompson’s hit seemed to be executed by a professional used to such work, not a hunky-but-lonely disgruntled Ivy League child seeking revenge for his mama. TikTokers called him John Wick and made funny jokes about the paltry $10K reward the NYPD was offering for tips leading to an arrest. Mangione is not John Wick’s level: he is far too emotional.
Fraud is a good way to make enemies in the highest echelons. Mike Lynch, the tech billionaire who allegedly misled investors to torch $8.8 billion dollars by trusting him, mysteriously died along with his family in an “unsinkable” superyacht in August 2024. A freak tornado off the Italian coast was the ostensible cause. That’s right, a freak tornado that just so happened to sink one boat that just so happened to have Lynch and his immediate family on it. This “accident” happened just as Lynch had skated away from an enormous lawsuit meant to nab him for fraud. The family was on the superyacht to celebrate their win. And then it sank. Sure… doesn’t sound suspicious at all. Nothing to see here folks!
We actually don’t know all that much about the Brian Thompson case. Like I said, the kerfuffle around long-lost Mario Kart mod LARP character Luigi Mangione seems awfully fishy. We know that Thompson was shot dead in broad daylight. We know that Thompson had a wife and kids. We also know he was the kind of soulless, corporate super-vampire that only late stage capitalism can create.

The most frightening creature in corporate America isn’t the NPC zombie that takes orders and subsists by degrading herself to survive in a call center. No, true horror lies in the Final Boss of the vile game, that rotund, avaricious, dead-eyed balloon man who points a fat finger to dictate barns full of horses and schools full of people for the hordes at his command to feast upon. His holy name is venerated among zombies and NPC villagers. He is just as much as an NPC as the rest of them, blindly stumbling through life like a mouse sniffing out cheese in a maze. The difference is that he got lucky. By a crazy combination of right place/ right time/ right person, he has risen to obscene wealth while others who may have done nearly the same things have stayed downtrodden. I don’t doubt Thompson believed he was helping people somehow because that is his corn-fed McNarrative that he shares with other absurdly rich CEOs.

To such a heartless freak, it’s nothing to have his company extort a pregnant woman’s family for a cool million because the ambulance she called took her to an out-of-network hospital. Bankrupting a middle class family so they can keep the dad in diabetes medication? That’s just another day at the races for the Brian Thompsons of the world. Letting a child die because her treatments keep getting stymied, delayed, or denied, or require baroque pre-authorizations? Check. Not bothering to lock down the call center when a disgruntled ex-employee is on his way to kill everyone inside it after icing two anchorpeople on live TV? That’s barely a blip on Brian Thompson’s radar. Threatening to fire said employees if they revealed the truth to the outside world? Also par for the course.

If there is a hell, and I believe there is (I don’t think it is permanent) then Brian Thompson will have to suffer it for longer than usual. Here on Earth, I am not afraid to say that I am one of many who is glad he is dead. We have too many of him here. It is time for his kind to go to ground.
The shooting of Brian Thompson was not good for the insurance industry, Big Pharma, or obscenely rich CEOs in general. If his murder story and hype are psyops, and I believe they are, then they are extremely stupid and badly thought out. Brian Thompson’s untimely death united both sides of the political fence. Without trying, entire factions of pink haired liberal Millennials have abruptly changed their tune about the Second Amendment after screaming to cancel it for the last decade or more. The twain that were never supposed to meet are now feeling their way towards discourse. If Luigi’s manifesto is fake, it hurts the insurance industry. If it is real, it hurts them more.

The trouble with assassinating CEOs is that we are not all cut out for it, and when we are, it isn’t usually as shocking or productive as the one allegedly carried out by Luigi Mangione. For us normies, we are better off looking into existing laws and working with them. Dr. Owen Muir, a patient advocate, says:

"The Employee Retirement Income Security Act of 1974 a.k.a. ERISA and the Consolidated Appropriations Act of 2021. These laws made it a personal fiduciary duty for the named fiduciaries CFO and the pension committee of any company to provide health benefits that are in your interest as a plan member. Every time you’ve got to get a prior authorization on something, that’s nonsense. Every time you have to pay more for a drug than it actually costs; anytime you’re forced to use a vertically integrated, wholly-owned subsidiary mail order pharmacy of the insurance company and its wholly owned pharmacy benefit manager itself; these are massive class action lawsuits with personal liability not covered under the directors and officers insurance policy of those companies. You have a right to health benefits that are in your interest. That’s the law, it’s time to start enforcing it.”

In many US states, when your insurance claim is denied, call the insurance company and say you are going to file a Fair Hearing Trial. When the insurance company offers you an appeal, say NO. This forces the insurance company to bring a Fair Hearing Trial to your state legislator in order to prove why you don’t need the service. Your doctor will have to provide evidence why you need the service. Often, merely saying “I want a Fair Hearing Trial and I will not accept any offer of appeal” will be enough to get them to honor your claim.

As someone who has been without health insurance for more than 20 years of my 51 year life, I think the best way of sticking it to insurance companies is to opt out of their products altogether. Health insurance is the worst of rackets, and in most cases, you’re going to go bankrupt faster if you have health insurance than if you don’t. Back in 1983 when a major car accident nearly took my mother’s life, coverage meant my father did not have to pay a penny despite her hospital stay lasting several months. The crapification of insurance has made it so the same accident would have taken our house and turned us into poor people if it happened today. Bankruptcy courts are full to the brim with people who have “good” insurance. Why do people keep paying the premiums? For the free vaccines?
If you truly want to kill the insurance industry and impoverish its CEO, stop buying insurance.

This is definitely going to become another essay, but the whole culture built up around testing for every old chronic disease is a foul and disgusting racket. I have had several loved ones fall victim to the side effects of colonoscopies, prostate exams, and biopsies. Testing causes irreparable damage and should never be done unless the situation could be life or death. Scraping prostates, cervixes, and various organs for analysis is a barbaric practice that should never be indulged or engaged. Don’t even get me started on radioactive tests such as X-rays and CT scans. Subjecting oneself to X-rays on a regular basis is moronic and those who do it should not be shocked when they end up with cancer.
I cannot agree with anyone who thinks that taking one’s health into one’s own hands is a radical act. Being willing to own yourself and your drives and to be responsible for keeping yourself healthy is sheer, cold, passionless logic. Yet all too many trip down the road of “it is my doctors’ responsibility to save me”. No, you must at least try to save yourself, and if you are not willing to do the work of improving your lifestyle, please save us all the head trip and shut up.

Beyond personal responsibility, any doctor worth his or her weight in crap needs to learn not to price-gouge the uninsured. I realize that the price-gouging of the un-insured has to do with fear of lawsuits. There needs to be an insurance-free contract, whether written or unwritten, where the patient agrees to be realistic about expectations and the doctor agrees to keep promises of healing down to earth. The patient and the doctor both have to agree not to abuse one another, and the pact should be taken far more seriously than a marriage. If pacts based on trust start occurring between doctors and patients, the insurance middlemen will be entirely shut out and there won’t be any assassins required to take out the trash.

Sean Combs embodied a great deal of our society's projected shadows. He was a pervert or in his own parlance, a freak who ultimately got off on pain and suffering. He was a narcissist extraordinaire and a profound emotional retard who could not think beyond his own immediate physical gratification. Never did he meet a bright, good-looking young person whom he did not want to rape, whether male or female. Though Combs leaned more in the direction of homosexuality than heterosexuality, he had a penchant for gay slurs, even reportedly during his homosexual rape escapades. This belies his primary secret, which is a deep and existential self-hatred we find at the root of all Svengali figures.
How does a person become such a monster? Combs's childhood was broken nearly as soon as it began. When Combs was an infant not out of diapers, his father died a violent death brought on by stupid, self-made decisions. Combs's dad was a low level drug dealer. To make matters worse, it is becoming apparent that either Combs's mother, aunt, or both possibly groomed and molested Combs in childhood. At any rate, whether or not incestuous mother/son or aunt/nephew incest occurred, Combs developed a monstrous ego that looks suspiciously like a coping mechanism designed to put him in ultimate control of his fate. How else could his ego gain control of a narrative that involved hideous exploitation at the most tender of ages? Perhaps this foul story was turned into hero worship by his shattered subconscious. His mother's (alleged) perverted lust for a child who looked like his father was transformed into organic adulation because Sean was inherently great. When Combs was of age, the women of the family sent him to the best Catholic school in the Bronx. The question arises: Was Combs thrown straight out of the sexual abuse frying pan into the fire? Was the young proto-mogul traded out of an incestuous home only to fall into the hungry mouths of priestly pederasts? The latter type was known to proliferate at Mount Saint Michel Academy. There were a few public scandals and heaven knows how many private ones.
What is widely alleged is that Sean Combs grew up to become a monster accused of thousands of horrific, sadistic, violently anti-human acts of depravity and debauchery. Suit after suit accuses Combs of orchestrating violent gang rapes. Sometimes the rape sessions happened at the end of his infamous orgy-parties, sometimes they happened more randomly such as the rape of a young boy in Comb's recording studio or the vicious gang rape of a woman who dared to say Combs had Biggie killed within earshot of a mobile phone. It bears mention that alleged participants in these rapes, such as the now-disgraced Jennifer Lopez a.k.a. . Lo, aided and abetted in the coverups when they were not actively participating in the festivities. More than one victim of Comb's alleged rape fests claims to have bore witness to torture, bestiality, homicide, and infanticide at these events. Satanic blood rituals in underground tunnels used to be the stuff of conspiracy theory. Now it has been discovered that Combs had evidence-strewn tunnels beneath at least one of his luxury homes. During one raid of a Combs mansion, the FBI allegedly discovered the rapper Meek Mills naked in a cage.

The image they sought to create

Hip hop culture has been demoralizing since Combs, Jay Z, and a handful of other high-functioning goons commandeered it in the 1990s. What was once a vibrant street genre that spawned amazing art forms such as improvised rap contests and breakdancing was quickly subsumed by East and West Coast serial rapists who would do anything to get ahead. At the very top, orchestrating the black puppets, there is the seriously slimy Jewish/lily white record producer Clive Davis. Yes, the same Clive Davis who seems to have destroyed Janis Joplin, Whitney Houston, and Jennifer Hudson is the apex of the hip-hop astral pyramid. Davis, and out-and-proud bisexual, seems to have a Svengali's pathological hatred of talented people but especially talented women. Is it any wonder that such a man, along with his fellow frustrated gays Sean Combs and Jay Z, would mold hip-hop into a set of hate-anthems? Hip hop is a whiny genre. If country is white whine, than hip hop is its highly-melanated equivalent. Hip hop culture as ultimately engineered by Clive Davis to keep black people (and any in the world who would admire them for their blackness) in chains. To see demoralization in action, we need only to glance at hip hop's homogenous themes. Every song is about:

-Casual, straight sex of the type that is bought and sold
-I have more money and possessions than you
-I am better than you because I have more money and casual sex than you (I have power!)

Damn, I'm yawning just writing about it. I don't think I am the only person who finds such rank amateur grade "evil" boring. I don't think I am the only one who cannot be titillated or shocked into caring about hip hop. It's dullsville. Is it any wonder that the artists who have dominated hip hop for the last 40 years are finally reaching their pull date.

The Untouchables

The question that gets asked most about Sean Combs is how he managed to pull off so many (alleged) gang rapes, beatings, and various murders over the last three decades. What should be asked is WHY. I tried to answer that question in my essay about Svengalis and their insane jealousy when it comes to being in the same space as someone with great talent. The talented person in question is a source of etheric and astral wealth that the Svengali seeks to steal and then amputate in order to continue inflicting trauma and to collect the person's essence as a trophy. The Svengali is a vampire. Sean Combs was a vampire.

Is it any wonder that vampires have had their fangs in the neck of collective consciousness for the last 30 or so years? Even I am guilty of writing several vampire novels, though I enjoy kidding myself that mine are better than the rest, ha ha. Sean Combs systematically destroyed young, beautiful, and talented people because he ate their pain and their productivity along with it. Sean Combs has allegedly been dependent upon ecstasy and cocaine among other drugs since he was in college. Court cases allege his main modus operandi was to lure a person or several people into a private space and then have someone give them a drink or food laced with roofies, ecstasy, horse tranquilizers, or whatever else he could find that would make them dizzy enough to pass out so he could rape them and then have others rape them nearly to death. Combs wasn't content to leave a girl or a boy crying in the back seat of his Dodge Charger. Combs's afterparties landed well-known celebrities in private hospitals where they required constant care and IV-rehydration to recover from what was done to them. My guess is that many of Combs's purported victims, including many children, infants, kids from DCFS, animals, and adults who never gave one iota of consent are dead and their murders covered up. No wonder the list of celebrity Diddy party-goers is scurrying for the exits. Ellen Degeneres, who once had no problem shouting her friendship with Sean Combs to the rooftops, has slunk away to Britain with Portia DeRossi. Oprah Winfrey seems to have her eye on Hawaii as an escape pod. Leonardo DiCaprio, who is suspected to be a money-launderer and handler for Combs, has not been heard from for several months. Combs wasn't the only one to extract the life essence from his party-goers to the point where they nearly died. He had help, and the sickening bit is that his help likely came from other victims of severe abuse and trauma. The open secret of DiCaprio's youth is that he was apparently vampirized by Nickelodeon pedo Brian Peck, and knowing what we know of Hollywood, Peck probably wasn't the only monkey on young Leo's back.

The future

If anything can be learned from the examples that were made by Sean Combs, I hope it is a robust skepticism when it comes to starmakers and stars in general. I hope that the artists of the future don't ever deem it worthwhile to go through a Svengali in order to gain exposure to a potential audience. I truly hope popular music can finally have some elements of meritocracy again. I was encouraged when I asked a young woman working in a retail store if the overhead music playing was Taylor Swift. She looked young, cute, and trendy, yet she claimed she had no idea who the singer of the song was. Zoomers and the generation that is coming up after them aren't as taken in by Hollywood. Whereas my generation, Gen X, Millennials, and Boomers are still mostly fascinated by celebrity antics, Zoomers for the most part couldn't care less.

As the glamour of Hollywood and its Svengalis falls away, it is my fondest wish that the arts will blossom and that those who love art will not have to go through any kind of Sean Combs-ish filter to get at it. With that said, who are you listening to or watching these days who is too small or obscure to have gotten anywhere with the Svengali system that has been in place since gosh knows when? Inquiring minds want to know.

This is the third time Trump has won the presidential office, to my mind, because I believe his 2020 term was stolen by deliberate Covid hysteria and good old fashioned fraud. Don't tell that to the left! Their programmers are instructing them to leave the country because of Trump's white supremacy/gay persecution/anti-semitism/fill-in-the-blank. I am not about to argue with them. If they must expat, it is 100% their loss. Good luck in Uruguay.

For the past decade, we have played a game of "Everything the looney left does, they accuse everyone else of doing." If we are Nazis, they are überNazis, working themselves into a frenzy as they dream up a Final Solution for all who disagree with them. If we are liars, they are the lyingest liars who ever lied, using the entirety of the corporate media to broadcast fibs, falsehoods, and fabrications 24/7.

Leftists seem to hate the concept of democracy despite claiming it is precious. Then we have the cheating, and it's not just in the voting booth. The Covid debacle was one of the biggest heists ever pulled, with the clear winners being Big Pharma and the stock portfolio set. The true vaccine believers don't know they've been had. A nagging voice wheedles them from the pits of their suppressed nightmares, giggling and gibbering that maybe (just MAYBE) the debilitating weakness, shaking hands, heart tremors, early onset arthritis, constant flus that daisy chain together and last a month instead of a week, and reproductive dysfunction was caused by the MRNA shots.

To this day, the left is still passing off biological males as females in sports, robbing women and girls who have literally worked their entire lives to become top athletes of their awards and accolades. If you mention this to one of them, they will find a way to remind you that you are a fascist who wishes to LARP The Handmaid's Tale.

It's the economy, stupid

Nevertheless, the primary reason Trump won was the economy. Fossils like me remember Jimmy Carter, another one term president who left the American economy in tatters. I remember my father complaining bitterly about gas prices. There were scenes on the news of people queued up at gas stations because fuel was being rationed. Nobody wants to live in Weimar Germany or 1989 Argentina. They will always vote against the party that made eggs and bread into luxuries.

After Trump's no new war lull from 2016-2020, seeing a gazillion taxpayer dollars flying every which way except to actual Americans stung. The botch jobs in Afghanistan, Israel, and Ukraine did not give Americans confidence that our leadership had our best interests in mind. Now that the senile puppet is lobbing proxy missiles at the gonads of the Russian bear, we all have to be ready to put our heads between our legs and kiss our asses goodbye if the wrong leader takes him seriously. This is not how I wanted my estimated income payments to be spent.

Watching migrants flood into police stations -- several Chicago police stations have been inundated with migrants who have lived there for years -- it kind of begs the question "What are the police supposed to do with them?" The electorate has thankfully answered this question with "Deport them." There are dozens if not hundreds of small towns across the US that have been ratioed by 2:1 and 3:1 with "newcomers". These recent imports often have a thing for sacrificing and eating geese, cats, and dogs to whatever entity is masquerading as their god. They chomp the heads off of squirrels as if they had just emerged from evolutionary caves. Worse are the Venezuelan thugs who have set up a gangster's paradise in every major and minor city that will have them, infesting apartment buildings like human termites.

To add insult to injury, the Democrat-in-chief ignored the Appalachian hurricane victims -- tell me how a hurricane that ends up affecting the Appalachian mountain range is not sketchy in a geoengineering way... I'll wait -- as more tax money flowed to Ukraine. Some of the donated supplies were tracked. It was found that FEMA confiscated them and handed them over to illegal migrants.

The gaslighting!

If there's one thing that brings out my latent serial killer, it is gaslighting. Not only have we been told the sky is green and the grass is pink, we have been brutally censored if we claim anything to the contrary. Most people who are decent have never considered ending the life of a gaslighter. I will leave you to deduce the kind of thoughts I have when someone attempts to gaslight me. Gaslighting is the matriarchal form of bullying. It is a soft method of shifting perceived reality to suit the designs of the narcissist's agenda. Those who insisted the shots were safe, the economy is better than ever, and that normal Americans are Nazis have earned a banquet of consequences. Trump's re-election was a mere appetizer to the feast that awaits. Average Americans are PISSED because they cannot afford to LIVE. At this point, removing the gaslighting bullies who insist on their version of reality is a survival issue. Those of us who do not want to subsist on dehydrated cricket cookies for supper and who don't wish to rot away in Wall-E micropods have decided it is do or die.

The bullies may have died

Democratic voters were far more likely to take the Covid shots than anyone else. At this very moment, there are some people who wander about in grocery stores, theaters, and down random sidewalks advertising their Democratic political views merely by wearing masks on their faces. To their chagrin, the trickle of information about the dangers of MRNA shots has widened into a deluge. No amount of suffering or circumstantial evidence can convince a leftist who got the quaxx that it is the smoking gun behind 14 year olds stroking out on the soccer field. Every town in my heavily MRNA-vaxxed area resounds with the whine of ambulance sirens. A non-vaxxed friend recently took a vaxxed person to the ER and was shocked by the number of babies and toddlers present. The reaper and his cousin, the handicapper, has really been making the rounds since 2021. Yet to the TDS suffer, denial ain't just a river in Egypt.. From what I have noticed, nearly all who got the MRNA vaccines have suffered at least one health setback, and quite a few have become utterly debilitated or are now dead. For some, the slide into vaccine injury takes the form of aches, bladder inflammation, insomnia, or stones. For others, it is a hacking cough that never lets up. For children and teenagers, it seems to prefer to take the form of super intense seasonal flus that threaten pneumonia every time. For young adults, it takes the role of fertility disruptor. This is not surprising, because those of us who were awake in 2021 knew the spike protein lodges in reproductive organs. For those who manage to conceive and bring a baby to there awaits a huge uptick in congenital deformities. Nevertheless, there was no grisly vaxpocalypse of the sort imagined by Van der Bossche and Delores Cahill. Instead there has been a trimming; a lopping off of years, especially towards the end. For the elderly, a shorter life at the very end isn't always a bad thing. I have had two elderly relatives die of what seems to have been vaccine-assisted turbo cancer.  Far more concerning are the effects of the MRNA vaccines on the young who have their whole lives ahead of them.  

The demise of the New Normal

2024 had marked the first year that has been free of what was supposed to be the New Normal: shuttered businesses, masked cuckolds rushing from Zoom meetings to Target and and back again, and the perpetual glorification of the virtuous upper middle class.  That scheme has fallen apart.  Roads that were formerly bare of traffic on school days (kids stuck at home in remote learning) are now clogged with cars again.  Blue collar workers were never spared even in the height of Covidmania, so for them, nothing has changed except they are no longer forced to wear masks.  Overall, from late 2023 onward, all of the Covid protocols that greatly assisted the Biden "win" in 2020 have been beaten back.  Their absence may have helped Trump win in 2024, along with a large chunk of the Democratic vote dying off or being stricken down with MRNA vaccine side effects.  

The fall of Hollywood

The seething underbelly of Hollywood pedophilia and kompromat was exposed in 2024 in a way it was not anytime before it.  As it turns out, our favorite celebs were wallowing in poop a la mode on various yachts.  There is more than a little credence to the rumor that rap stars sacrifice foster children at 3am in luxury bunkers beneath the Playboy Mansion.  Supposedly there is video circulating in the dark web.  So vast and devastating are these exposes, Hollywood has been cancelled.  All of the king's horses and all the king's men and their gaslighting and their twerking brigades could not put Kamala's campaign together again.  She raised over a billion and still ended up 20 million in debt.  

Whatever spell those Hollywood types had on the plebes is gone.  Nobody wants to watch a bunch of egomaniac illiterates who got "lucky" via nepotism or the casting couch.  We don't have sympathy for those who were molested as children who turned around to do the same thing to other children.  At some point, somebody has to say "No."  We can make our own music, entertainment shows, and eventually, our own movie industry, thank you very much.  

The class war

I'm like a broken record, always repeating the part where I insist this is and always was a class war.  On the Democrat side, we have the salary class/Professional Managerial Class and its aspirants.  In other words, we have snobs, elites, spoiled suburbanites, Karens and former hippies who reneged on every working class value they purported to have.  A great, abominable hatred of the poor and working class has been fomented among these people, even among those who are still stuck in the working class but aspire to be "better".  This hatred recently crystallized in the form of bigotry towards the mostly white, mostly poor victims of Hurricane Helene.  Sadly, this was far from the only way it manifested its ugliness.  

Over my lifetime of 51 years, the Left and the Right managed to completely switch sides.  The Left was once the party of the working class, anti-war demonstrations, worker's rights, free speech, and incisive journalism.  The Right was the party of the comfortable oppressors, war hawks, and censorship.  It is truly odd to witness how much tables have turned.  Never did I think a middle-left reality TV star would ascend to POTUS... twice.  Never did I suspect that the idealistic, high-minded Democrat party of my youth would go so full-on fascist.  

The media of my misspent youth revealed a certain bias against simple, working class folk.  We saw it in The Beverly Hillbillies, Deliverance, and later in the People of Walmart.  All this time, snobs have been conditioned to peer down their educated noses at the common hordes who sweat out decisions between a grocery trip and paying to heat Mom's trailer.  I plan on discussing earned vs. unearned wealth again in a future essay.  The bias spills out of its flimsy confines when a Tik Tok hysteric points a finger while shouting "RACISM!".  Translation from the Bulls**tese: this behavior is a projection of the hysteric's own guilt.  What it is actually saying is this: "I marinate in my hatred of those who were exploited to put me in this position of privilege!"  It also says: "I cannot fathom my own guilt as an oppressor, so I will pretend my fellow humans in lower economic rungs are the guilty ones!"  Trump is one of the few elites who does not seem to share in this projected guilt and hatred of the lower class.  Trump's whole slogan, Make America Great Again, implies there was much to love about the common American to begin with.  Of course such a notion makes Trump likable and popular and therefore too much for snobs.  How dare he become more liked and popular than them!  How dare he not cede the contest!

The book club that changed my whole life... I'm sorry you missed it

My entire life has been transformed by a single book club.  I didn't even go to the book club in person because it happened online. In 2020, John Michael Greer ran a discussion of The Cosmic Doctrine by Dion Fortune.  The Cosmic Doctrine is an obscure book by 20th century British occultist Dion Fortune.  Most people do not know that Fortune mounted a magical campaign to defeat the Nazis during the hot years of WWII.  She never laid a hand on a single Nazi, nor did any of her group The Society of the Inner Light, and yet clearly the Nazis lost.  Fortune's anti-Nazi magic campaign was documented and preserved by the brilliant Gareth Knight in the Magical Battle of Britain. 

The Cosmic Doctrine was Fortune's own contribution to the trend of spirit dictation as embodied by Madame Blatavatsky's The Secret Doctrine and Aleister Crowley's The Book of the Law.  She "received" it from an entity in 1923-1924.  Like the other aforementioned books, The Cosmic Doctrine is especially difficult to understand at face value.  In his usual fashion, John Michael Greer took the concepts of the book down a notch so dummies like me could understand them.  To my credit, I already had a few years of daily discursive meditation under my belt which greatly enhanced my understanding of The Cosmic Doctrine.  

TL:DR is that Fortune and her group may have defeated Hitler and the Nazi regime by mentally building up the British egregore.  They did this via focused intention sessions, i.e. magic, and direct appeals to divine powers for help, i.e. prayer.  In Cosmic Doctrine, the source that Fortune allegedly dictates from insists that in order to overcome negative evil (that's another discursive can of worms for another essay) you must build positive force until the positive force can overwhelm negative evil.  Ironically, fighting negative evil only strengthens it by activating and emboldening its polarity.  Those leftists who felt the urge to punch a "Nazi", preferably in the form of a poor white male only strengthened the poor white males with their hatred.  This strengthening of the hated is exactly the dynamic in play when leftist screaming banshees went up against the entire lower middle class with hatred in their hearts.  The lower middle class hated them back, which only fueled the fire.  What cinched it for the lower middle class was strength building via the encouragement of American nationalism.  This feeling or spirit, if you will, became strong enough that no outside force could tear it down.

The Thrust Block: I know you are, but what am I?

Another crucial concept Fortune introduces in her book is the concept of the thrust block.  The thrust block is a form of weaponizing the enemy's polar force and using it as an energetic shield and stepping stone for your own unique purposes.  Long established is the fact the Right memes better than the Left.  Memes are typically classic thrust blocks.  They take a particular emotion and distill it into an easily digestible form, which in turn siphons the energy of negative evil and sends it back to the creator of the meme and his friends.  Trump's memes have a certain signature humor to them, whether in the form of a picture, video, or song.  Pepe the Frog is a good example.  Pepe symbolizes the Everyman navigating an absurd and confusing world.  He's relatable.  Every time the Left tried to clumsily assert its own power via images of bearded ladies and militant rainbow butch space army cadets, the opposition responded with a fusillade of savage mockery in the form of memes.  Of course these memes were deadly: the left cannot take a joke.  The result was the popular imagination remaining firmly in the camp that feels the rainbow terrorists are aberrations who should be laughed at.  We all know the agenda was to normalize extremes: tween sex change surgeries, anything goes classrooms, and biological men in changing rooms were supposed to be accepted by now.

The thrust block of a meme, usually created by pure instinct, lies in the exploitation of the secret shadow the enemy projects.  All of us, including Kimberly Steele a.k.a. Yours Truly, hate ourselves in some way.  The more out of touch we are with our own consciousness, the more likely we are to project our own self-hatred onto the Other.  The Other can be a person, a place, or a thing.  

The left's shadow, as I have mentioned, is its snobbery.  This self-hatred leaves the average leftist in an emotionally crippled state of hating nearly everyone and not being able to do much about it.  The other side won this time around by using the left's snobbery as a thrust block and more importantly building camaraderie among its own ranks.  

For my European friends suffering the likes of Herr Keir Starmer and Emanuel Macron, please pay attention to what I am about to say.  Memes are powerful magic, especially when they poke humor at the other side while building morale and the sense of common interest on your side.  While leftists were busy sticking fingers in the dam of censorship, Trump supporters danced to hilarious meme songs.  When leftists NPCs aped whatever Pfizer wanted them to say and do, the opposition went around them.  In 2021, I co-founded a group with an area mom called Speakeasy Illinois.  Speakeasy Illinois wasn't an activist group.  Instead, it was people telling other people where they could shop, attain medical treatment, relax, work, and go to school without masks and MRNA vaccines.  Every single country with a Keir Starmer or Emanuel Macron needs Speakeasy groups.  You have to know where your people are and support them economically and spiritually.  I believe the thriving network of Speakeasy establishments and businesses is why Illinois did not fall into the same communist disarray as its sister states, California and New York.  

When leftists screamed in the digital mirror and filmed it for TikTok, the other side turned it into a set of tasty metal riffs.  When leftists resorted to rioting, lawfare, and assassination attempts, the other side said the Pledge of Allegiance.  When leftists pushed their vile, DEI/DIE Disney filth, the other side made the critics more famous than the shows themselves.  When leftists paraded womanhood as a costume and minstrel show in the form of Dylan Mulvaney, the other side made competing beers great again and tanked Budweiser's profit margins, possibly for eternity.  

This, along with Elon Musk's hostile takeover of Twitter and a thousand other strategic wins, is what helped win the election.  The crux of the win though was that we loved America far more than the left could hate it or Trump.

If you are not an American living in America and you want to see similar changes in your own country, please get busy.  Don't waste a single second more imagining Starmer's head on a pike, as satisfying as that image may be.  Instead, fire up your meme cannons, find or create a Speakeasy network, and spend a tiny, miniscule five minutes putting real thought into what it is that makes your country great.  The energy generated from those specific actions and thoughts helps far more than you know.  Dion Fortune and her gang likely saved the Western world from speaking German in the darkest and most hopeless of times.  You've got far more to work with.  Hail Britannia!  

My newest Orphic Hymn release!

Sorry to do this!  I need to rest this weekend.  I am happy to report my business is picking up, but between a recent big student recital and all of my usual responsibilities, I need some extra down time.  I promise to be back to normal Ogham readings next Saturday.  

I promise! I usually post a new essay every week somewhere between Sunday night and Wednesday morning but here we are on Wednesday night. I have one in the works... it has been one heck of a week. I have no complaints -- it's good to be this busy as a music teacher, but it takes over my entire life when it gets like this. Between the big recital last week and proudly accompanying my student to one of the town's most popular open mics plus lessons, I have not had a day off in the last 15. Luckily for me, tomorrow is an actual day off because nobody wants music lessons on Halloween, nor would I force the issue. Please watch this space for my essay tomorrow and thank you for your patience.