Kimberly Steele

The Indian Chief known as Jack Fiddler lived in a time of scarcity.  He was the leader of a tribe called the Sucker in what is now northwestern Ontario, Canada.  Near the dawn of the 20th century, the fur trade had decimated the animal population of northwestern Ontario.  Hunters and trappers exhausted the forests of their fauna. Trade fell off and people went hungry.

Wendigo became a regular infestation in the area -- that is to say people from Jack Fiddler's tribe and the surrounding tribes regularly went rogue and became insane cannibals living on the fringes.  Fiddler, as the resident spiritual healer, reported that he had "defeated" fourteen Wendigos.  When his own brother turned Wendigo after a trading expedition ended in starvation, Fiddler had no choice but to euthanize his own sibling.  Canadian legislators pegged Fiddler as a mass murderer and put him on trial.  Jack Fiddler briefly escaped captivity and hung himself on September 30, 1907. 

In the old tales, the Wendigo could not be cured and transformed back into a human.  In order to stop a Wendigo, a shaman like Jack Fiddler had to kill it.   The Wendigo was like the zombie of modern myth: it was a parasite that could only be killed by eliminating the host.  The Wendigo (nowadays labeled as a sufferer of the phenomenon known as Wendigo psychosis) was a material plane menace brought on by starvation's effects upon the brain.  

Canadian prosecutors were quick to shunt off Jack Fiddler as the "real" enemy.  The Wendigo went unchallenged.  Consequently, Fiddler's Wendigos still continue to exist in the most literal sense: my little area of the Midwest spawned Henry Holmes, Ed Gein, John Wayne Gacy, and Jeffrey Dahmer, just to name a few. 

Another, less obvious form of Wendigo rides the back of entire populations.  The Wendigo is more active than ever before, igniting the ill-conceived fury of Black Lives Matter and Antifa, chewing on the fragile psyches of the deranged men and boys who call themselves incels.  Not every person the Wendigo infects is prone to monstrous behavior: there are compulsive shopping Wendigos and anime/manga Wendigos, home decorating Wendigos, political correctness Wendigos, and cleanliness Wendigos.  The common element of all Wendigos is that they isolate and destroy their hosts.

Excalibur

The sword that kills the Wendigo is gratitude.  The concept is simple, but that does not mean that it is easy.  When all traces of ingratitude are rooted out, the Wendigo dies.

Of all of the ancient skills that modern people of the West have lost, the first and foremost is gratitude.  Nobody knew in 1780 just how rich the common man would become because of petroleum wealth.  There was no such thing as a poor and simultaneous overweight person when the USA was young.  Such a concept wasn't conceivable.

If we were to hand out Ingrate Awards, the spoiled dauphins and princesses of Antifa and BLM would be first in line. The God complexes of BLM members know no bounds: not only do they seek to redistribute wealth (i.e. hand out the money stolen from people they don't like to people they do like), they hope to erase the complexity of history so that it cannot dare to reflect badly upon them.  Antifa is a nearly identical group of spoiled, mostly college-educated crybabies who prefer to dress their brand of violence and looting in ninja thug costumes.  Scratch the surface of a BLM/Antifa member and you have a colossal ingrate who dwells in a living hell of I WANT.  Each one of them is a screaming, thinly-disguised inner child who sincerely believes the next tantrum will be strong enough to bring the longed-for Apocalypse.

We cannot force demon-obsessed, overgrown children to be grateful, and even if we could, the methods we would be obliged to use would make us just as awful as they have become.  The only place we can start is ourselves.

Gratitude is a form of mental alchemy that sublimates and frees virtue while trapping and banishing vice.  

Gratitude starts with small stuff.  The process is slow but powerful, much like drops of water that eventually carve a river through a mountain range.  There is always something to be grateful for, even in times of hardship (and right now, we are experiencing "interesting times" in the most Chinese curse form of the term) and famine.  Back in my college days, I became intensely irritated at a professor of mine who happened to be a devout Christian.  He wanted us to understand the story of Job.  At the time, I thought of Job as a Stockholm Syndrome masochist who, like a battered woman, kept returning to his abuser.  The Bible does a fine job of presenting God as a sadistic creep, and the whole "everybody came back to life and was happy in the end" conclusion of the story does little to ameliorate the depravity of its moral.  The flaws in the story of Job obfuscated the idea of being stripped (and beaten) down to only one's purest love of the Creator.  

Just as Job always found something to be grateful for, and in the end the only thing he had left to be grateful for was his love of his god, we mere mortals can find much to be grateful for, thus partaking in the sublimation that is gratitude.  I have memories of a past life where I starved to death as a child.  I don't think this is out of the ordinary in the slightest: we all have past lives and due to the nature of the world, we have all starved at least once.  Gratitude is the graceful acceptance of limits.  Sometimes the limits are an early death.  The material plane is a brutal testing ground.  You can choose the Luciferian bull in a china shop route and become a one man army against the predicament of it. Hulk smash! Conversely, you can try the other, subtler route and seek to understand why the material plane is the way it is.

When I first accepted that I have lived many lives, I had to come up against the notion that the poor, the deformed, and the unfortunate "deserve" their outcomes.  The issue I take with religions such as Hinduism and Buddhism which would assign people their lots in life based on the castes into which they are reincarnated is that old chestnut of mine: I COULD BE WRONG.  Just as it offends the crap out of me that some Christians assume theirs is the one and only true God and that everyone else is going to hell, the ignorance of some Hindus and Buddhists who shun slaughterhouse and funeral workers as Untouchable strikes me as equally abhorrent.  I still believe I've lived a ton of lives -- I have memories of being a cat several times and a goose before making the human jump -- but I could be wrong, so it makes more sense to do as Martin Luther King Jr. advised and to judge my fellow man upon the content of his character.

Understanding the material plane is full of obstacles means the one way we can help ourselves is to do unto others.  There is no better example of what not to do than BLM/Antifa.  In this way, ingrates are helpful because they demonstrate what we should be doing by never doing it.

To cultivate gratitude, I have a few suggestions:

• Say thank you, not f**k you.
• Forgo a perk and give it to or share it with someone else.
• Clean or restore something, such as an item or a space, then thank the item or space for its gifts.  If you want to get fancy, light a candle or burn incense in thanks, but it's the thought that counts.  
• Let go of a spite.  Look at an event in your past where you felt wronged, think of the person or circumstances that you felt caused it, and say "I forgive them and I let it go."

Solve et Coagula

Now let's look at the process of being grateful.  It is possible to be grateful for being detained at a long stoplight.  Let's say you are driving to work in your car and you end up at a lengthy stoplight.  By invoking the spirit of gratitude instead of reacting like the typical commuter by getting pissy, you unleash two different virtues.  One of these is patience.  The other is the appreciation of one's situation: a working car, a job to which to commute, and functioning infrastructure are not things that a child soldier in Sierra Leone can boast of enjoying.  This does not mean that your situation cannot be improved.  Nevertheless, there is always room for gratitude and by invoking it, you attract more reasons to be grateful to yourself as gratitude begets gratitude.  

At the same time, there are two negative emotions you can harness at the stoplight.  The reason you won't act out in frustration by swearing or otherwise getting angry is because of certain negative traits in your personality.  One is egotistical laziness: you don't care if you're late and nothing can make you care -- you are too important to fret about such trivia. Another is that you hate those fidgety, hair-trigger, power weekend types who tailgate other drivers because they are anxious to get to their next exercise in empty-headedness.  The two negatives of your laziness and hatred bind together and become lessened as a result.  

Generosity is sublimation.  That's the secret of it.  The more you give, the more you will get, and what you get back will always be in a far larger proportion to what you gave, though not necessarily in the same form.  The most generous character of all, Jesus Christ, sublimated himself right into heaven.  On the smaller scale, the most generous people are always the happiest because generosity has a way of taking over the soul.

The Wendigo cannot survive this form of onslaught.  To defeat the Wendigo in others, we must become the anti-Wendigo.  The Wendigo is always hungry.  We take only what we need and are then happy, grateful, and full.  The Wendigo wants to take what others have.  We are content to make do with what we are given, even if that's next to nothing.  The Wendigo is blind with desire and hate.  We make every effort to unveil our desires and examine the roots of our hatreds. 

The Wendigo is infectious but the remedy is lies within.

Food, over time, became a terrible, powerful symbol — of how much I wanted on the one hand and how certain I was that I’d never get enough on the other — and my denial of food thus became the most masterful solution. I’m so hungry, I’ll never get fed.

There are some operas, La Boheme, for instance, that are intensely beautiful and moving. If you are given a synopsis of the story beforehand or understand sung Italian, there are operas that will change your life. The problem is one of "having to be there."  Most of us cannot afford to see an opera.  For one, if we live near a city where an opera is being staged by a great troupe of musical artists including a pit orchestra and opera singers, there is the problem of not being able to get the time off to make a night of traveling into the city as well as the cost of transportation, opera tickets, and a meal before or after.  Operas aren't short -- if you have the privilege of seeing one, you'll need to stop and eat.  It's no wonder that the dwindling audiences that used to partially fill the opera house and the symphony center were largely white, old, and well-monied.  Nobody else had the resources to try opera, and opera, like symphonic music, is far better experienced live.  Music is a largely etheric phenomenon.  For those of you who don't know what the etheric plane is, consider it to be the plane of energy that is akin to the Force in Star Wars movies.  The special energy of live music cannot be had any other way.

Another problem with opera is the singers.  They're what Randy from American Idol calls "pitchy".  I can sing loud and on pitch.  It's a matter of projection.  I know it's not impossible; the reason people come to me for voice lessons is because I know how to project without screaming or becoming pitchy.  It's a technique.  I'm not sure why so many famed opera singers pile onto the extra vibrato train, but they do, and though it raises the snob appeal of opera, for me it ruins otherwise lovely pieces of music.  These singers have as good or better aural capabilities than I do, so why do they flail around the pitch like a bee closing in on a coneflower?  Vibrato is like perfume: a little goes a long way.  Kiri Te Kanawa bathes in Chanel No. 5 as far as my ears are concerned.  I can tell her ear is impeccable but I cannot stand to listen to her.  Renée Fleming is more pleasant; at least she hits the notes reliably with a minimum of vibrato.  I do tend to enjoy Purcell and other early operas because their style doesn't mandate as much vibrato, but overall, the matronly, rooster crow warblings of opera singers make me cringe.

Museum Music

Most of the music we are expected to like and preserve is museum music.  We are supposed to love everything Mozart, Haydn, Brahms, and Wagner ever wrote because they have been listed as the greats.  I often find Mozart's pieces stilted or syrupy.  I know I'm not allowed to say that.  I can already hear the thousand rallying cries of "but that's the Rococo era and the neo-Classic revival" blah de blah.  If you are enjoying this sacrilege, Haydn is boring most of the time.  He has about two album's worth of great tunes and the rest is filler.  What do you expect from a guy whose comfortable lifestyle depended on being a music mill for a pathologically bored prince?  Wagner's music is awful to all except the chosen few who understand him, and I am not one of those chosen few.  Don't even get me started on atonal music and any form of Musique Concrete.  It's garbage and the people who write it are delusional.  One of their delusions is that they are making music.

Sadder yet is the attempt to revive what is called classical music (I think Classic Music is a more fitting term, because like Classic Rock, it implies a vintage) via "new" composers.  Yes, I have heard of Alma Deutscher.  Have you heard of Marian McPartland?  She's the kind of vital composer/educator I hope Deutscher becomes when she grows up.  

The Music of Our Time

The music of our common era has always displeased me.  Who knew the I-IV-V chord progression had so many iterations?  Or the I-vi-IV-V?  Layer that crap over an annoying beat and throw on some ear-shredding, autotuned vocals and you have a hit ad jingle ahem I mean pop song.  Modern tunes ALL sound like ad jingles.  Music has gotten so bad, the only way a pop star can glean a modicum of attention is via softcore porn in the form of music videos.  I would not be even slightly surprised if the sleazebag influencers (I refuse to call them artists, they're not) creating this tripe resorting to full on X rated porno featuring penetration in order to shock jaded youngsters into watching their torpefying sexual antics.  Cardi B keeps writing the same "song" over and over.  She requires a team of producers to do what unknown teenagers do in their basements with freeware.  Unfortunately for her and fortunately for us, her career will be over in less than a decade.  Let's just hope she doesn't resort to the desperate antics I mentioned earlier in this paragraph as her youth fades.

Rap

Speaking of Cardi B, was there ever a whinier, lazier, greedier, or sleazier genre than American rap?  When rap began, it was fun and edgy.  It was the music of the people, not of the producers.  Though swearing to a rhyme scheme to a looping ad jingle is more impressive than free verse or prose, like constant in-your-face sexuality, it's Dullsville.  Any tune that contains rap these days has one or more of these three obsessive themes:

1.) Money.  "I have more money than you, ha ha, I'm so rich."

2.) Cheap, exploitative sex.

3.) Ego.  "I'm better than you because you're a loser and I'm not."

Sadly, these themes have spread to infect almost all pop music.  Note to the would-be pop music artists out there: pick a theme that has nothing to do with money, sexual relationships, or how much better you are than your rivals, I double dog dare you.

Autotune

Autotune is everywhere in vocal music.  It's in rap, it's in pop, it's in musicals, it's even in country music.  If I am ever shot into space, I believe I will be able to detect the frosty, clipped chirrup of autotune from 15,000 miles before simultaneously freezing and exploding, I hate it that much.  Like vibrato, autotune is fine in tiny doses, but does anyone ever use it that way? No.  I am a professional at pitch-correction, and because I know how to do it, I know how lazy the modern audio engineer is when it comes to batch correcting vocals.  Just make the singer do it again, for crying out loud.  Hard drives are cheap, yet the economy with which tracks are autotuned makes me think these bigwigs are still working with analog tape decks in their rigs.  How else do you explain that much editing on such a tiny bit of material?

Excuses

The above condemnation is a massive oversimplification of what music is out there.  I may like to kvetch, but all in all it is a great time to be a musician.  Never before has it been so easy to record your own music.  There is a whole world out there beyond the two styles I complain about in this article, and I highly suggest you explore it.  Within the two realms I described, there are great artists and performances.  Beyond them lie entire realms of musical magic.  If I have any hope of making musical magic myself, may the gods help me!  That's why I'm going to wrap this up now, because my tunes have not yet learned to write and produce themselves!  

Despite his ineptitude, Bernie Sanders would have ended Pedogate in a way Trump with all his swamp-draining could never accomplish: by squashing Clinton like a bug at the first primaries, Pedogate would have gone mostly unexamined. Given their pound of flesh in the election arena, Pedogaters would have receded from the scene. Celebrities would have largely maintained their status as tastemakers and thought leaders. Most people do not want to live in a world where every celebrity and politician is suspected of depraved and horrible acts involving children. A Sanders presidency would have deflated Pedogate's bubble. Without an adversary to contrast themselves against, Republicans would have continued to be the party of rich Protestant property owners instead of lower middle class Deplorable property renters. Only Trump was able to thrust snooty Fox News Republicans onto the side of Larry the Cable Guy populists; the divide between the Middle and the Coasts was much less stark in 2013.

Trump's Unintentional Election Campaign

Democrats only hurt themselves when they sneer at the voting bloc they alienated. Instead of admitting that the lower classes saw benefits from Trump's policies (policies that were promised for decades and not delivered upon by Democrats) such as the end of the TPP and the reworking of NAFTA, the end of the Obamacare penalty, and increased tax breaks for families and businesses, Democrats doubled down on outrage culture, insisting that transexual males needed access to women's bathrooms while screaming Orange Man Bad.

Much Ado About Nothing

Trump's administration differed in another key way from business as usual expectations: he and his team prosecuted human traffickers with a special focus on child traffickers. Ivanka Trump held a summit in early 2020 to combat human trafficking and Trump signed an Executive Order to the same effect. These concrete actions, along with tightened security at the US's southern border, showed that the Trumps were serious about attempting to punish traffickers despite the predictable pooh-poohing by leftist media pundits.

Tarnished Legacies

The Democratic Party and the Left in the US, in my opinion, is a sinking Titanic. It is irreparably damaged and it will never achieve the kind of power and influence it had when I was growing up in the 70s and 80s. The capsizing of the ship cannot be avoided for leftists. The matter at hand is how leftists who don't want to go down with the ship will survive the coming wave of retribution.

What's A Leftist To Do?

My sister is a nurse in Texas. She had covid. These bull***t denier post don't help a single person. They do hurt many and possibly kill some. My sister is on the front line and paying the the price. I hope all you loud mouth cowards contract covid. Karma is a beautiful thing. If you do contract it and while you are coughing up your lungs while s***ing your petty brains out...please reread all your posts. A***oles.

This post is an absolute study in ignorance and making s*** up. Bravo!! 👏🏼👏🏼

All bull***t excuses. Every. Single. One.
Yes, they are sad things, but not one of them is a reason for not masking up.
If you don't want to wear a mask, stay out of stores. And if you can't wear one for the 20 minutes you need to be in a store, then seek mental help, and in the meantime, order curbside or delivery.

This is absurd, just STFU. Yes, I do shame people who don't wear masks, because f*** you selfish a***oles. This looks like something a Trump worshipper would post, in addition to a few other posts of yours in the last couple of months. Bye Felicia!!

The COVID mask does not serve its most obvious function, which is preventing suspended droplets of COVID-loaded bodily fluids from finding a contagious human target. COVID is endemic. I'm not going to explain what this means, because I am sure if you are reading this paragraph, you are already aware of how an endemic disease is the viral equivalent of wallpaper.

For those who wish to harass me like the examples above, I will warn you now that your entreaties won't be published here, so you will do best to take it elsewhere. Comments are fully moderated by me, filtered for profanity, and this site gathers the IP addresses of all who comment, whether I choose to publish them or not.

The mask and distancing that goes with it erects an astral plane barrier to prevent potential dissenters from communicating with other people. The mask isn't meant to prevent the spread of a virus so much as it is meant to prevent the spread of ideas. Masks are often compared to condoms: only icky, low class, date-rapist skeezeballs refuse to wear them.  As usual, wearing one signifies belonging to the middle and upper classes or at least aspiring to belong.  In the case of sex, as someone who grew up terrified of accidentally becoming pregnant, I know that abstinence is the only way of doing this between menarche and menopause. For mask-wearers, the ideal of abstinence has its direct parallel in mandatory stay at home orders.  If abstinence in the form of complete social isolation for everyone was the goal, they have done a remarkable job of achieving it in the last few months of cancelled gatherings.

The staunchest cheerleaders of mask-wearing and social distancing are natural introverts who fear other people, especially the working poor.  For them, social distancing was a welcome respite from being obliged to interact with low class strangers on a daily basis.  The mask keeps the dreaded Other far, far away from the fearful and their misanthropy.  The mask's double bonus is its function as a talismanic Binky.  The feeling of safety that the illusion of a masked face provides is more potent than its value as a face covering.  The mask is the molded plastic velociraptor that guards the terrified toddler from the Boogeyman he is certain lives in the bedroom closet.  The mask is the mark of lamb's blood on the doorframe to drive away the angel of death.  The mask is the hottest trend in superstition.

Speaking of death, you'll notice that one my detractors in the opening comments heartily wished it upon me and everyone who thinks like I do, which is a practice I do not reciprocate because nowadays I have an appreciation of the kind of karmic retribution it brings. The paranoia around COVID arises from the imbalanced fear of death that remains unexamined in our culture.  COVID primarily slays the elderly no matter what the mainstream corporate media tries to invent.  Instead of taking a cruel to be kind route and helping any elder drowning in their own fluids to an easy death of opium sleep bliss, our society chooses to isolate them in ICU wards while frantically inflating their lungs so they can succumb to the Reaper while exclusively surrounded by "essential" workers, which is to say they will die alone.  Meanwhile, nurses and doctors hold corpses aloft while dancing in choreographed Tik Tok routines through mostly empty hospital wards. One might almost dare to think they have plenty of time on their hands.

The end goal of mask enforcers is a permanent government funded welfare state of mandatory shelter in place.  In this Marxist welfare utopia, nobody has to work because Progress will deliver the technology in order to feed, shelter, and clothe everyone.  The salary class had it the easiest during the shelter in place orders in March and April, and their naive assumption is that such a state of affairs can go on forever just as long as it is applied with a one size fits all brushstroke.  This is evidenced in the "order curbside or delivery" comment.  This is Marie Antoinette asking why the peasants don't just eat cake.  It presumes the restaurant is kept open because of endless government cash, that the home will not be lost to foreclosure or eviction, and that the person living inside has the money to order expensive take out and grocery delivery.  Marie Antoinette does not understand that real people live outside Versailles and they must work in order to eat.  For the antisocial corporate drone marooned at home with her computers and smart devices, it seems like nobody should be permitted to gather in public ever again because she personally does fine in social isolation.  In her mind, nobody needs to go to church or see a movie in a theater because they can have online worship services and Amazon Prime Video.  The top-riding Marie Antoinettes of the Coronapocalypse want to create the world of Wall-E with slightly less junk, though it will be the same amount of junk soon with all of the take out containers and Amazon trinket packaging piling up.  

Virtue

It is interesting to watch people pretend to hate a situation they brought about out of political necessity.  The panic over the current administration lasting four more years is thick.  Though I have never revealed my 2016 vote, one commenter above paints me as a Trump supporter with gleeful spite.  The people who accuse me of being a Trump lover (I don't honestly give Trump much thought) doth protest too much.  I think they secretly love Trump.  Their hatred of them belies Freudian sexual turbulence.  They sincerely believe they hate him but I think they're more hot and bothered by Trump than simply bothered.  

The Left has a pathological need to feel victimized and oppressed.  Trump does the job nicely, doesn't he?  The revival of The Handmaid's Tale uncovered leftist longing for a Big Daddy Christian takeover that would make liberal women feel as oppressed as authentic victims of religious male oppression, such as Muslim women in Somalia.  Leftist women had the gall to uniform themselves in red Handmaid's Tale outfits to protest Trump's locker room banter about grabbing women by their crotches.  Meanwhile, the tragedies wrote themselves as trafficking gangs targeted white girls in Britain and Islamists hung gay men on public city walls while Joe Biden had yet to be implicated by Tara Reade.  Since they are not personally oppressed, the tormented black, white, and multiracial souls who wear masks must invent their tormentors, whether it's a disease or a president.

Progress, the true religion of the affluent, brought a longed for Apocalypse.  Like Progress itself, the Apocalypse in the form of COVID did not live up to expectations and had to undergo much fluffing and stuffing to appear like it was arriving on schedule.  Materialist Science's Coronapocalypse, although disappointing, was good enough for mask-wearers who needed to believe in the Narrative.  Those like me who don't go along with the Narrative are shunned as Deplorables.  Only a Deplorable would reject the Marxist welfare state utopia.  Only a Deplorable wouldn't be concerned about what the neighbors think.

Charging Away On Revolving Credit

The reason masks are pushed as the New Normal is a rational fear of accumulated blowback. Just as a twenty-something chases more degrees via grad school in order to delay the first of many inevitable invoices for student loan debt from arriving, the mask-wearer seeks to delay the tipping point when the masses discard the New Normal. Such a reckoning must be avoided at all costs, lest those who were disenfranchised start thinking about whom they should hold accountable for lost time, lost income, and forever lost connections with loved ones.  

Though they have their virtues, Millennials are a soft, easily led, placid group with deep reservoirs of entitled rage.  Without realizing it, they have pushed the cost of their hysterical rage primarily upon Generation Z, which is at this time too young to marinate in the hatred of their parents' generation.  Boomers are already hated by Millennials, but this will pale in comparison to the hatred Generation Z will feel towards Millennials when Generation Z comes into its own.  The mask, like pastel rainbow wall art and Netflix binges, is at risk of becoming a Millennial moniker: a symbol for the scaredy-cats who ruined lives because they couldn't admit that their political side was losing for solid reasons.  I'm not sure how this will look to the youth who bore the brunt of Coronapocalypse in twenty or thirty years, but I cannot imagine it will be flattering.

Hi Everyone, I decided to write about Pedogate this week instead of masks this Wednesday. I plan on discussing masks and what I believe they symbolize sometime soon, just not right now as I am fatigued by the subject for the moment.



In March 2016, the Pedogate avalanche began with Wikileak's release of over thirty thousand emails from Hillary Clinton's hacked email server. Many of these emails contained known code language pertaining to pedophilia. The resulting Pedogate scandal soon became linked to almost every celebrity, royal family member, and politician in the land, suggesting they were part of an enormous underground Satanic ritual abuse cult. To add insult to injury, the victims of this alleged worldwide network of supposed abusers were children, including babies.

Pedogate is the revival of the Satanic Panic of the 1980s, when every curious kid played his or her heavy metal records backwards trying to detect hidden messages between electric guitar solos. Like the Satanic Panic, there is a blanket assumption that Pedogate is pure, unwarranted hysteria and that anyone who believes in it is a tinfoil hat-wearing nutter. This sort of blanket dismissal, despite compelling evidence such as the CIA's own Finder's Cult documents, the Franklin scandal, the Laura Silsby case, and Jeffrey Epstein's "gift" of twelve year old triplets from a still at-large Jean-Luc Brunel, lend support to the notion that powers that be are desperate to hide their own nasty habits, and that they are willing to resort to elaborate, media-assisted coverups to shield the ugly truth.

According to Satanic Ritual Abuse (SRA) survivors, underground Satanic cults have been doing their thing while hidden in plain sight since the age of the pyramids. No one is safe: even Ronald Reagan has been called out by an SRA survivor by the name of Cathy O'Brien. Supposedly Watergate was the original Pedogate, with the Nixon administration desperate to hide all they had achieved via honeytraps and other nefarious forms of blackmail.

Courting The Law of the Forbidden

Mention Pedogate in polite society and you will be immediately shut down. Pedogate is conflated with anti-Semitism because its promulgators don't shy away from pointing out the disproportionate number of Jewish people embedded within the entertainment, banking, and legal industries. Is everyone who believes in Pedogate an anti-Semite? I say no. A similar question would be: Is every Christian an anti-Semite? After all, Christians believe that Jews killed Jesus and have used that excuse to justify violence against Jews for centuries.  By the same bifurcation fallacy, all Christians can be conveniently tarred with an anti-Semitic brush. Muslims as well can be uniformly labeled as anti-Semites if one uses the bifurcation fallacy.

By censoring all discussion of Pedogate, the inevitable result is to make Pedogate more appealing. In an ironic turn of fate, when polite society refuses to openly discuss Pedogate, it is subject to what Satanist Anton LaVey called the Law of the Forbidden. The Law of the Forbidden states that there is nothing more appealing than that which is not meant to be seen, and the forbidden is much more enticing than that which is obvious and "thrown into our faces". Pedogate could just be the result of imaginations running wild. I believe there is some truth to Pedogate, as evidenced by the examples I quoted above as well as Jimmy Savile's posthumously exposed crimes. I draw the line though when I am expected to believe that every royal, celebrity, and politician eats human infants and feces in a Satanic ritual setting before transforming into their final lizard form. Vile perverts exist in low and high places. Some of them are organized, some are not. I personally don't believe every single sitcom star, high ranking clergyman, Instagram influencer, and politician from presidential to local is involved in SRA. But just as there are heroin and crack dealers in the "nice" suburbs (hoity toity Naperville, Illinois is one of the heroin capitals of the free world), pedophile rings are similarly a dime a dozen.

The Class War: It's A Bad Time To Be A Celeb

Podesta did himself no favors by showing off his art collection. Alefantis should have thought twice before hitting the "publish" prompt of his Instagram. Despite all of his Oscars for knowing how to act, Tom Hanks wasn't clever enough to understand how badly his bizarre photographs of lost shoes would be interpreted, especially in light of accusations from Sarah Jane Ashcroft.

Guilt and innocence aside, the three men above demonstrate a broader trend in leftist culture to elevate the status of the absurd and/or the grotesque to high art with room for little else. Art has become the inaccessible stomping ground of elites who use works by questionable talents to wealth signal via gestures of obtuse abstraction. In other words, the arts today (this includes filmmaking, architecture, music, and visual art) are the premier field where snobs weaponize vague meaninglessness and titillating shock value so they can impress other snobs.  This is done with the intended side effect of mystifying/terrorizing the general public.

Elites have retreated into an insulated world of intellectual glitterati. From this hallowed place, they make both documented and implied rules by which to control the unwashed, contemptible people of whom they are afraid. Donald Trump is appealing to the deplorables because he -- with his golden toilets and tragic combover -- is what a deplorable born into wealth looks like. He is a hero to the deplorables who are a class who perceive themselves as increasingly oppressed and parasitized by the middle and upper classes.

You know what they want? They want obedient workers. Obedient workers, people who are just smart enough to run the machines and do the paperwork. And just dumb enough to passively accept all these increasingly sh***ier jobs with the lower pay, the longer hours, the reduced benefits, the end of overtime and vanishing pension that disappears the minute you go to collect it, and now they're coming for your Social Security money. They want your f***in' retirement money. They want it back so they can give it to their criminal friends on Wall Street, and you know something? They'll get it. They'll get it all from you sooner or later cause they own this f***in' place. It's a big club and you ain't in it.

-George Carlin

The upper classes from the comfortable middle class all the way up to the high .001 of yacht and private jet owners deny there is a class war.  This is the same class war, however, that defines our times.  Pedogate, like almost every other contentious subject these days, is about class conflict.  Pedogate makes it easy to paint any member of the comfortable classes as a dirty, kiddy-diddling devil worshipper. Keep in mind there is a perception within Pedogate circles that every one percenter has been initiated into a Satanic cannibal cult, and it is a belief that is far from uncommon.

Nobody is willing to mention that since the 1970s, class tensions have been escalating due to the disenfranchisement of the lower classes as the rich get richer and the poor get poorer.  In the West, the uprising of nationalist populism around the globe seemed to coalesce in an exclamation point with the election of Donald Trump and Brexit. 

Brexit and Trump didn't happen in a vacuum.  By the late 2010s, it was self-evident that the lower classes were tired of being looked down upon. This showed up in notable instances of popular culture rebellion in the 1990s: South Park's initial seasons mercilessly lampooned too-big-to-fail celebrities like Marlon Brando, Kathie Lee Gifford, and Sally Struthers.  South Park was aped in its savage caricatures of the rich and famous by The Family Guy.  Twenty plus years later, television itself has become irrelevant but cruelly roasting celebrities has not.  CrazyDaysandNights.net, a site by an anonymous person who alleges to be an entertainment lawyer, raised eyebrows with its brutal exposés of celebrity debauchery.  Over time, it wasn't entirely clear that power, physical beauty, and riches were awarded to the deserving via an inscrutable system of quasi-Calvinist randomness. As our culture ran off its postmodern rails, decorum went the way of driving gloves and whalebone corsets. Celebrities and political leaders became fair game in a vicious war.  The bigger they are, the harder they fall.  Take John Legend and his wife, Chrissy Teigen.  Both have been disgraced for their association with Marina Abramović, an apparently talent-free Serbian performance artist who reenacts every gory detail of Satanic ritual in a museum theater context except for literal baby eating, and we're not entirely sure about that.  Teigen, a compulsive Twitter addict and chronic motormouth, often babbles about how turned on she is by the children's pageant reality show Toddlers and Tiaras and once seemed to let on that she and Legend had a sordid ménage à quatre with the Obamas.  

The belief in Pedogate sates a hunger that is extremely dangerous to leave unexamined, unrecognized, and unaddressed.  The lower classes (which also includes people with money who lack the sophistication or desire to fit into upper class social circles, for instance, Donald Trump) don't see themselves as inferior to the upper classes.  For the most part, the lower classes just want to live their lives.  Of course the upper classes won't leave the lower classes alone; that would be like asking a swarm of mosquitoes to stop feeding on mammalian blood.

The lower classes resent the interference and being parasitized by the classes above them and resentment has reached an all-time high.  Enter Pedogate.  By characterizing the upper classes as unpunished Satanic pedophiles who participate directly or indirectly in SRA of children, the People of Walmart can immediately perceive themselves as superior to those who sneer.  Pedogate takes away the classiness of the upper class and reveals them to be a lower life form than pond scum.  The sneerers become the sneered at.  Better to be downtrodden, eccentric, sloppy, broke, and fat than to be a gorgeous, rich, Adrenochrome-addicted pedophile.

Again I tell you, it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God.

The Way The Left Sees Itself Versus How They Are Seen

Prince Andrew most likely saw young Virginia Giuffre as a high class prostitute.  In his class, other people are automatons born to serve and to be used.  What Pedogate condemns as depraved acts forced upon a child, Prince Andrew and his ilk see as normal business as usual.  Prince Andrew was never trained to perceive the significance of emotion as demonstrated by other human beings.  It is likely he saw Guiffre's forced smile as evidence of enthusiastic consent, age be damned.  Life for Prince Andrew was a great big party until getting old and getting caught conspired to end his fun.

Leftists and liberalism err on the side of the permissive.  The free love era of the 1960s ushered in a loosening of the limits of heterosexual marriage, an openness to drug experimentation, and the exploration of non-Christian religions, including the religion of Marxism: the belief in a socialist utopia that has never actually been achieved by socialism.  Unfortunately, Marxism is back in vogue at the moment and in true liberal fashion, there is a rush to erase its limits and apply it as a one size fits all, final solution to those problematic masses of people who do not agree with Marxists.

The Left is not helped by the way it sees religion.  To the Left, sincere belief in God/gods is a foreign phenomenon to be made fun of, othered, or museum-displayed for profit.  The Left is also fascinated by Satanism.  

Help Wanted: Adversary to Boost Legitimacy of Failing Religion

Christianity isn't doing so hot.  American Christianity has lost credibility within the last hundred years and is a shadow of what it was at the turn of the twentieth century.  The Left as it currently exists provides the perfect adversary to strengthen what is left of a feeble, increasingly irrelevant religion.  Pedogate is a force majeure in a war the Left cannot admit it is fighting.  Christianity needs Pedogate.  There's nothing like a Satanic Panic to get warm butts into chilly church pews. 

Pedogate, with its obsession with accusing adults of molesting and killing infants, naturally lends itself to the more indiscriminate side of the pro-life movement, which prioritizes the life of the unborn fetus well above that of the mother who is but a mere vessel for delivering the precious infant into the world.  Pedogate makes it easy to demonize a pregnant mother, who can be caricatured as a cartoonishly evil idiot who would offer her newborn up to elite Ba'al worshippers to make a quick buck.  This further dehumanizes the expectant mom in a way that is astoundingly convenient if you are running a clandestinely for-profit Christian adoption mill like the one I was born in forty-seven years ago, the type of which still proliferates today. 

As long as Christianity remains the refuge of hypocrites and spiritually insensitive know-nothings who nonetheless scream at the top of their lungs that everyone who does not follow in their footsteps will burn in eternal hell, it will need Pedogate to prove there is an evil out there worse than itself.  Christianity needs Pedogate in order to make itself seem more appealing and less secular, especially when honest, Jesus-loving Christians rightfully question the failings of an increasingly materialist, downright atheist set of approaches to worship.  Desperation is palpable in the Christian right; desperation scares off potential converts.  Pedogate scares them back into the arms of a failing religion. 

Less than forty short years ago, the Christian right dominated the scene in the way the Left dominates now.  Christians used their considerable power and influence to imprison suspected pedophiles, not all of whom were proven guilty.

The rise of Pedogate could be the advent of Terrors with a capital "T" for the Left.  Considering the punishment the Left has dealt to by attempting to crush populism, crashing the economy by overreacting to COVID, and cheering on riots, looting, and murder in the name of BLM and Antifa, one could say they had it coming. 

Instead of ignoring Pedogate and threatening all who don't shove it under the rug, I think leftists would do well to start paying attention.  

In Part II of this series, I'll be discussing how I believe Pedogate should be dealt with.  

In my final essay of this series, I will be discussing why curses do not work and why blessings, though not as easy to formulate, are the best strategy for overcoming demons.  Next week I am planning to write about the symbolism of masks and why they have precious little to do with the actual preservation of human health.
 

The class of people who bought into and perpetuated the COVID-19 phenomenon were and are largely salaried professionals who grew up in environments of extreme privilege yet see themselves as the middle class because they don't have as much as the successful Hollywood director or tech startup guru. We will call them the PMC or the Professional Managerial Class. PMCs grew up under the umbrella of wealth.

Others still turn to curses. Michael Hughes is the most obvious example with his trash compactor hexes of Trump that combine mismatched planets, inauspicious moons, whatever ancient god or goddess that seemed cool that day, and high school poetry magazine submissions disguised as spells. His female counterparts stage their Satan-lite altars for Instagram, inflaming paranoid Christians while hoping to make enough money as witchy influencers despite not believing in the forces they invoke. Hughes and his pals engage in the formalized version of what regular media socialites do without the quasi-magical pomp and circumstance: they throw around bad intentions in public while sustaining the background belief that god does not exist and that karma does not apply to them. My theory is they have now done this enough times to attract and become infested by demons, a.k.a. large incorporeal beings who hate humanity and become invisible parasites upon those stupid or unfortunate enough to extend the invitation to feed.

Dissecting the Curse

Most cunning serpent, you shall no more dare to deceive the human race, persecute the Church, torment God's elect and sift them as wheat.

The Most High God commands you, + He with whom, in your great insolence, you still claim to be equal.

"God who wants all men to be saved and to come to the knowledge of the truth." [1 Tim. 2:4)

-Excerpt from the Catholic Exorcism Prayer

Mad As Hell

Gratitude: Easier Said Than Done