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I doubt anyone noticed, but I don't usually talk politics. Since Biden was appointed his placeholder presidency, I have made deliberate efforts to tune out all things political. Why? Outrage never helps, and that includes outrage from me. If I throw my own hate energy at the doddering pedophile vegetable in the White House, that is energy I could be transforming for better use on my own projects. Unlike today's Scientism-ists, I understand a few natural laws. If I exchange the finite energy of my personal being in order to throw hate, I take it away from my other goals, such as inspiring others with a love of music, composing Orphic hymns, learning Druid ritual magic, and generally being a better person than I was yesterday, if only by the slightest bit.

Dumb and Ironically Loud

The Left finally did a dumb enough act to get me to speak about politics again, and that is saying something. Americans have suffered with a failing jalopy of the economy in the wake of Covid hysteria. When I founded my local business support group for mask and vax-free networks, Speakeasy Illinois, I was in the process of collapsing my small business. I had so few clients, it was not possible to afford commercial rent. Though I am now swimming in clients again as per usual, during the Plandemic I legitimately considered skipping out of music teaching and doing something else... that was how bad it got. I got off easy. The Democrat-managed economy made huge swathes of the American population homeless. Plentiful fentanyl flowing into the country as well as a metastasized pharmaceutical system have put average people into the position where they can become violently addicted to soul-destroying drugs at any moment. There are beggars at every major intersection now in my realm of the posh suburbs. The homeless live and amass in forest preserves, making many of them dangerous to traverse. Inflation, shrinkflation, and crapification are through the roof. Most suburban Zoomers have two garbage jobs by the age of 25 and still live at home. Everybody is working, hustling, and breaking ass just to keep Mom stocked in paper towels and coffee creamer.

Gaslighting Makes Me Stabby

All of this would be almost bearable if we had not been gaslit for the last four years about being in a Golden Age. In said Golden Age, the aforementioned complaints not happening. The economy is great, they say. The 2000 election was the fair result and what Americans wanted, they say. January 6 was an insurrection and its provocateurs still rot in prison. Open borders are virtuous. Men are women and women are men. Riots and fiery lootings are peaceful protests.

If there is one thing that can transform a regular, law-abiding human being into a homicidal maniac, it is gaslighting. Back in the fifth grade, I remember being gaslit by another little girl who was known for openly lying. I don't even remember what she was lying about, but when she lied about me, I had the urge to snuff out her life. America is on the verge of civil war because of millions of people being told a pack of lies and then being coerced to pretend they like it.

When the lying, sniveling media pretended that the Presidential Weekend at Bernie's farce had only become apparent at the first debate, it was more fuel on a roaring fire. Biden's gaffes started well before he assumed the POTUS title. The Left has merely reaped what they have sown. Watching Biden call Zelensky by Putin's name would be funny if we had not been gaslit.

"Hate"-Humping the Air

All this time, the Left (and this includes Trump Derangement-addled RINOS) had every opportunity to be the change they wanted to see in the world. Instead, they are a lot of lunatics who have been babbling and screeching for nearly a decade now, throwing every fiber of their being into the love of Trump. You heard me correctly: the LOVE of Trump. The Progress cult is a church of hate. They only claim to despise Trump. For when you are in love with hatred and hatred is your drug, the object of your addiction is also your beloved. BLM Chicago used many occasions during peak Plandemic to twerk in supposed defiance of Trump: the result was hilarious cringe. It absolutely read as a fertility ritual as they humped and gyrated, wishing for the magic seed that never came; pathetic! The legacy media broadcast Trump 24/7, making it abundantly clear who and what they lusted after. A hate boner is still a boner.

Trump is the mirror onto which the Left projects its own sins and the Left is in love with its own reflection. They predictably accuse Trump of every sin for which their side is responsible. When Trump was caught saying he would grab 'em by the pussy, Biden was actually doing it, both with Tara Reid and his own daughter Ashley, whose childhood diary reveals that she was afraid to shower because of her father's habit of climbing in with her. Accusations of Trump's violence and injustice were actually perpetrated by Leftists, both in speech and action. Trump's alleged racism was yet another projected Biden trait. Ole Corn Pop's senility now ensures he cannot hide his superiority complex when it comes to non-white people.

The soundest advice at the moment is to stock up on popcorn. We live in interesting times. We are living in an era of great change; one can feel it in the air. The lions of the entertainment industry are being poached. No one is safe; not J.Lo, who has been reduced to empty concert venues despite tickets costing eight dollars. Rumors have it that Oprah could be arrested, and even if they are not true, keep in mind she was untouchable a decade ago. Sean Combs, otherwise known as Diddy, is done for. The sacred cows of the previous era are being served up as steak.

Trump is not an Orange Julius Caesar - he's far too lucky for that. He is our Marcus Aurelius. We are coming into one last, fleeting era of prosperity before a descent into brutality and chaos. Stock up, stay level-headed, keep it thrifty, and get your affairs in order while you still can.

Honeytraps are nothing new. A honeytrap is the clever exploitation of a human weakness for blackmail purposes. Though there is a certain type of person who falls easily into a honeytrap, it can happen to anybody. A young, naive, starlet doesn't question the motives of the film producer who invites her to a hotel room for an afternoon meeting. A lonely, aging, recently divorced college professor enters into a relationship with another professor and only years later finds out she is a Chinese spy. The upright, conservative Christian politician who has never over-imbibed a day in his life wakes up with his face in a dead, trafficked child's lap, his guts and head aching from the heavy tranquilizer slipped into his dentist's novocaine.

Honeytrapping a co-dependent addict like Hunter Biden would not be difficult. His father, Joe, does not seem to have changed his creepy habits of sniffing little girls and women since his political career began in the 1970s. With his only example of fatherhood a sniveling, pandering, womanizing, egomaniac sociopath, Hunter started out in life deprived of male role models. Hunter's multiple chemical dependencies most likely started when he was young, but with or without them, his enormous sense of entitlement led him down a garden path that made him ripe for compromise.

Hunter felt entitled to his dead brother's wife, apparently, both before and after said brother died of brain cancer in 2015. Anyone who has read Vladimir Nabokov's Lolita might see a parallel between Hunter and Humbert Humbert, who pledged love to Charlotte the mother but was actually interested in Charlotte's pubescent daughter, Delores "Lolita" Haze.

Unlike Humbert, Hunter had access to the internet and quickly proceeded to upload pornography featuring himself and his young Lolita-age niece, among others, to Pornhub. Hunter took pride in his harem of young girls, uploading stud videos and photos of himself and his groomed nymphets doing hard drugs, including crack cocaine. Hunter did not keep his crackhead orgies within US borders. When handed sweetheart "jobs" that uniformly involved large amounts of money for nonexistent work by foreign powers hostile to the US, he made sure to put himself squarely in the middle of Honeytrap Lane.

For Hunter, no amount of stimulation or perversion will ever be enough. That is self-evident. He is the bored rich puer aeternis who will never grow up. Now that his stubble is graying and his jowls are sagging, his threshold for satiation has reached a peak higher than Everest. Allegedly, videos of Hunter Biden doing horrible things to little children are dropping as I write this paragraph. I will not be looking at those videos even though I have looked at a video featuring Hunter getting a foot job from his 14 year old niece.

This is what I warned about when I said the Left needs to worry about Pedogate. This is why I believe the Left will regret cheating Donald Trump out of the 2020 presidency. I am hardly the only person with the opinion that pedophiles should be given their due trial and then executed after being proven guilty. Instead, a proven child-sniffer with a compromised pedophile son has been elevated to the highest executive position in the land. This is what has launched the United States into its second Civil War.

The American entire middle class has been disenfranchised to protect the interests of the Professional Managerial Class. Everyone is looking for a job. Small business owners, if they are still in business at all, are hanging by a thread. Bread lines go on for miles. Compare the year 2019, when the economy was at an all-time high point. This is the price of the salary class being allowed to run roughshod over everyone else. This is what happens when the Karens get their manufactured, Chinese-made apocalypse.

By giving Hunter billions in Russian and Chinese money and unfettered access to US secrets, Joe Biden has committed treason and should not be allowed near the White House. I shudder to think of what a Joe Biden presidency will look like. As for the leftists who are gloating about Donald Trump's one term presidency, you might want to keep your head down before it ends up in a sodden basket.

I’m not ready for the Great Depression. I think that’s what we are up against. If Biden cheats his way in, throws the country into unconstitutional lockdowns for six weeks, we are looking at Weimar America, catastrophic economic collapse, and hyperinflation. That said, Trump may still manage to become the President. Despite the fact the spoiled child Democrats would use a Trump win to maraud through cities and suburbs in tantrums I mean riots, it would be far better for regular people if he gets in because a catastrophic collapse won’t be anywhere near as likely under his watch. I believe Sidney Powell when she talks about tsunami level fraud. Like Powell, I believe Trump won in a landslide and got cheated by a tsunami. I hope she does release the Kraken. Though we are not used to seeing treasonous politicians go to prison, I think the founding fathers would have sent the Clinton, Obama, and Biden cabals to their execution for crimes against the US. Not going to happen, of course, but those are my thoughts. My divinations and the readings of other occultists whom I trust are saying that Trump will prevail and remain President for four more years. Nevertheless, I think we have to think about a Biden presidency and prepare for a potential Great Depression.

The Astral Morass

Things are getting bad in my area of suburban Chicago. The local schools are going to be closed until Fall 2021 from what it looks like. The kids hate it and the smart ones all know it’s bullcrap. Restaurants are shut down. People are on edge. The fearmongers are winning — there are mini-freak outs everywhere, people dramatically staying home from work because they knew someone who came within five feet of someone who had COVID. The most palpable part of it is the hair trigger feeling, the negative electricity that seems to infuse the air. Driving has been really bad. I am seeing more accidents than ever before on my commute, tons of sirens and ambulances. Anyone who is sensitive to the unseen (I’m talking psychic stuff, like empaths) is in hell because of the generally trashy state of the collective mind right now. If you’re above the age of puberty, I highly recommend doing a daily banishing ritual such as this one and wearing a basic protection amulet every day, and if you pray to a god, right now would be a good time to redouble your efforts.

Unhappy Winners

You would think the Democrats would be happy their cheating paid off, but they’re not. We now have Portland rioters ahem I mean protestors shouting that they don’t want Biden, they want revenge. Isn’t that rich? Revenge for what? Not getting their gay automated luxury welfare communism on schedule? Revenge because the single family home they inherited from their grandmother won’t clean and repair itself? The Democrats in the US have become the epitome of toxic femininity. What I’m talking about here is the passive, receptive idea they have that the world owes them a living. They were often born on third and think they hit a homer. They consider themselves self-starters but when we get down to brass tacks, they were born with many advantages that they are nearly consistently ungrateful for. I knew a rich girl who was bitterly depressed that she wasn’t a celebrity. She worshipped celebrities so much that it angered her that her family didn’t have the right connections or money to provide her with a career as a film director. This girl is par for the course. Every upper middle class liberal I grew up with battles depression that springs from a grandiose foundation of personal entitlement. There is no sense of noblesse oblige for these types because they honestly see themselves as poor. They don’t have Bill Gates money or Stephen Spielberg money, therefore they are poor.

Let Them Watch Netflix

These are the people who will cause the Great Depression and not be aware of how they caused it. There is an attitude among rich city dwellers and comfortable suburbanites that everybody can hole up in their residences, binge watch Netflix, order takeout and grocery delivery, and easily coordinate a work from home schedule with their employer. Anyone who thinks that this is a doable model for the average working class American is breathtakingly naive. Outside of a small professional managerial salary class bubble, there’s hardly one of us who can take off a few days when we are sick let alone a permanent cushy telecommuter arrangement. Everyone knows this except for the Marie Antoinette Facebook/Instagram addicts who virtue signal from their smartphones. My work as a music teacher doesn’t work that way. Mostly, I teach singing, and the curriculum lessons involves the student singing into a microphone in a sound abated vocal booth about 60% of their lesson time. So yes, it’s one of those jobs where you have to be there. Democrats cry SAFETY as they attempt to force me out of a business that I built from scratch twenty four years ago. I would understand if this was ebola or polio but we all know COVID is neither of those. In 2018, 350K people died in car accidents in the US. The ginned up, inflated number of American deaths due to COVID is 230K. This means that I am statistically more likely to die as a result of getting in a car than I am of COVID, and not by a small factor. According to the logic of fearmongers, this statistical fact means we should end all use of automobiles immediately.

Who's Ready For A Great Depression?

I’m not ready for a Great Depression, despite the fact I’ve known our entire civilization is in a slow, uneven spiral towards deindustrialization. Our empire is fraying as it tumbles to its inevitable end. We are Rome, we are the Classic Maya, we are 17th century Spain. I saw the writing on the wall years ago, which is why I made it my goal to live in a modest house in a modest neighborhood. I achieved my goal — my house is so small, current zoning laws would not permit it to be rebuilt as small as it is. My neighbors are every color of the skin color rainbow. I vegetable garden and I’m semi-OK at it, but I am not Depression ready. We have northern Illinois winters here and I am NOT a master gardener despite having gardened for about five years. I have never canned food on my own (I helped a friend can tomatoes and that’s it). I cook from scratch fairly well and of course that is helpful, but I’m far from being a hundred percent self-sufficient if all the poop hits all the fans.

Overall though? I’ll be fine. You know why? I have studied the Stoics. I am a deeply spiritual person. I pray. I am constantly doing banishing rituals and blessings. Furthermore, though I was once upper-middle class and miss the perks such as not worrying about how to pay utility bills and being able to do my laundry in my own home, I’m fine with being lower middle class. I don’t see it as deprivation at all. I see myself as enjoying luxuries Roman emperors had no access to: chocolate covered strawberries in midwinter, anyone? Ice cream in the summer? My liberal ex-friends who spend most of their time on Facebook virtue signaling are in for a much rougher ride. One point of it is economic: I don’t live high on the totem pole in a well-off neighborhood where one is constantly keeping up with the Joneses. I don’t have kids. I don’t even have much of a lawn — every year it gets chipped away for my gardens. It’s not me who has to worry about finding a skill that people are willing to trade for when all of the stock dividends and bond markets dry up via the Depression. That’s the thing about the salary class: most of their income comes from dividends, bonds, stock market stuff and retirement packages. Like I mentioned earlier, this often happens in the form of an inherited gift such as grandmother’s old house, but I have yet to meet an affluent salary class person who didn’t have a great deal of wealth tied up in stocks and their derivatives. In a Great Depression, the market crashes and all of that type of hallucinatory wealth vaporizes. All of those comfortable folk will be in very bad shape if they get the Depression they are gunning for in the form of Joe Biden. I may not know how to can my own soup but they don’t know how to live. When the food I have is down to 2 cups of flour, an onion, a can of stewed tomatoes, and a quarter cup of cooking oil, I don’t worry, because I can make a two course meal out of that: flatbreads and tomato soup, easy. They will sit in front of their nearly empty cupboards and cry. They will lash out at their kids. They will blame their mates. They will drink and do drugs. They will open their wrists into a warm bathtub. They can’t deal with a Great Depression. Their identity is all tied up in the stuff they have to display to others. Their stuff owns them.

That’s why it makes no sense that they are eager to bring on a fatal round of devastating economic setbacks in the form of Biden and lockdowns. This is why I theorize they are obsessed by demonic forces: how else could they be so compelled to shoot themselves in both feet? One thing the salary class has failed to understand is that sooner or later, they are affected by a crashing economy. They may have skidded by while hair salons, karate studios, dance troupes, show choirs, and restaurants dropped like flies. They may have Netflixed and chilled while the hospitality and travel industries imploded and while small manufacturers dried up. They may have online binge shopped while the car dealership closed and the local movie house shut its doors for good, but they too will feel the economic sting if we get Biden and a Great Depression.

The Four Horsemen

It’s not just stock and bond wealth that goes away in a Depression. The way I see it, there are four industries that serve as the horsemen of the Professional Managerial Class’s coming apocalypse. They are Health/Sickcare, Insurance, Entertainment, and College.

The Sickcare Industry

We are quickly getting to the point where nobody will trust an allopathic doctor as far as they can throw them. The sick care industry is bloated and it has the gigantic hospitals to prove it. Did you ever notice how huge hospitals in the US have become? They are often as large as cities. Think of all the money they charged people for stupidly expensive drugs, for astronomical health insurance, and for dramatically inflated surgeries, and hospital room and board. Now think of how many people die horrendous, wasting deaths of cancer, kidney disease, and lung disease anyway. Where does all that money go? The words “money laundering” come to mind whenever I see a giant hospital. The sickcare industry stopped even attempting to cure people long ago — no, it’s all about “managing” one’s health so they remain in a state of suffering so that maximum dollars can be extracted from them and their families. Sickcare, health insurance, and Big Pharma have been disgustingly corrupt for a long time. COVID proved how evil these people are in their hearts, being lauded as heroes while participating in the trapping the elderly in solitary confinement and not allowing people to die surrounded by their loved ones. Any administrator, doctor, nurse, or health care worker complicit in the travesties we’ve got going on right now is karmically accountable. I didn’t make the rules: do a garbage deed, like preventing an old dying grandfather from seeing his grandkids, and you will deal with garbage karma. It’s cause and effect.

The Insurance Industry

Generator of massive colonies of office plankton. So many insurances: life insurance, home insurance, health insurance, mortgage insurance, car insurance. In a Great Depression, does the salary class believe that everyone will remain conscientious about their insurance payments? Fat chance, and if we collectively decide we cannot afford insurance, there are legions of cozy e-commuting insurance workers who won’t be able to find a job literally to save their lives.

The Infotainment Industry

I know someone who is mega rich because he has a fancy job that involves the building of large entertainment venues. This mega rich person lives in a giant McMansion in a super posh neighborhood. If the Democrats get their wish and close down sports stadiums, convention centers, and performance arenas for the next decade or two, this person is 100% out of a job. Remember what I said about my gardening and coming home to an empty cupboard and not panicking? These people don’t garden. He will not know what to do. Unlike me, there’s not a person in his household who can fix a broken pipe or pick up a guitar and teach someone how to play it. They will end up squatting in their own luxury McMansion as the roof springs leaks, that is if they don’t become homeless as they’ve done a fairly good job of alienating all but a select few who occupy the same elite class ladder rung as they do.

The College Industry

If you or a loved one is in college or thinking about going there, I would highly recommend they consider sitting it out for a year. What we have in the college industry is frenetic competition for ever-smaller pieces of affluent pie. Before COVID, the job market was already glutted with liberal arts majors desperate to get jobs in their field while neck deep in college debt. Now one is expected to spend the college years in solitary confinement, telecommuting to classes from one’s jail cell I mean dorm room on campus. Plus one’s parents are still expected to pay full tuition for the privilege. College was a racket when I went 26 years ago, and this is coming from someone who uses her four year degree every single day, plus my job is heavily tied to my degree. Let’s face it, if you can’t go to college to at least flirt with potential mates and socialize with buddies, it isn’t worth it. Hell, it’s hardly worth the 20K per year if you have those things. If the Great Depression occurs, nobody’s going to college. Maybe a select few will go but I’d expect it to be like the 1900s — you only went to college if you were deadly serious about it, and it basically took a whole village worth’s of resources to get you there because you were tremendously gifted. Again, with the college racket deflated, what will these people do? What do all the teacher’s aides and administrators and admissions counselors do? Are they going to be okay with packing up and moving back in with their elderly parents at age 43 with husband and kids in tow? Cause that’s what’s gonna happen. It’s either that or be homeless and live out of a van.

We live in a fading empire that over-expanded itself into collapse. Why are Democrats trying to bring on the collapse? Are they actually this stupid? Sadly, I think the answer is Yes. This is a group of generations of people so used to skating away from the consequences of their actions, I think they believe nothing truly bad will happen to them because nothing truly bad has happened before. If Trump gets in, I believe the Left will attempt to tear the country apart via civil war in the form of insurgencies, however, this is vastly preferable to the Left winning and getting a Great Depression that only people like me will manage to thrive in.

Hi Everyone, this post is likely it for this week -- I'm trying to finish a song project and I'll be pouring lots of effort into it Wednesday, when I usually put out a new post. Thanks for reading and please respect my no-profanity rules in the comments.

I have had more close friendships end due to my own choice than the other way around. In most of the cases, I was responsible for both the breakup and at least in part for the conflict that led to the breakup. In only one case did I feel completely innocent. Unlike the others, I never crap-talked this friend, I didn't enchant a guy she was obsessed with, and I was never so much as rude to her though she did not return the favor. She had an irritating habit of telling me I looked tired that I don't miss -- though I blew it off, this seemed to be a form of concern-trolling meant to inform me I was looking my chronological age and not youthful and fresh as we women are supposed to look at all times. She was often kind and considerate, but when the going got rough in her life, she turned out to be a bitter lunatic, obsessed with what she could not have. In her case, the holy grail was a biological child. She spent the second half of our decade-long friendship convinced that she deserved a healthy, perfect baby of her own genetic extraction. As an adoptee who was abandoned by my natural mother at ten days old despite being physically and mentally unblemished, it struck me as odd that she saw adoption as a vastly distant second best to procreation. Somewhere near the end, she found Jesus at the local McBox church -- during our last meeting she insisted she was finally content in life because of her newfound religion. My BS detector started ringing; she was raised agnostic atheist. The friendship came to a screeching halt when I asked, "What if Jesus doesn't have it in His plan for you to conceive?" You could almost hear the snap of the friendship breaking. Despite the pointed nature of my question, I still don't think I did anything wrong.

In a similar vein, I don't feel I wronged my vegan friends when I ended my vegan meetup group of ten years in August. Like my baby-obsessed former pal, vegans and vegetarians have become lunatics about their own holy grail, which is the toppling of the legally elected 45th president of the United States by any means necessary. They began this psychotic break in 2015, when Donald Trump went from fading reality TV show star to leader of the Executive Branch. Though my former friends accuse me of being a Trump fetishist, he has elicited no more than a "meh" from me in his entire presidential journey. I think he's done as good of a job as a person could do given the situation, but unlike them, I wouldn't take his job if it were handed to me on a silver platter, for all the power it would grant me.

I'm intellectually honest: Trump is a weird blowhard. He looks funny with his orange skin and puffy combover. He's also apparently quite competent at being President. He got in the way of foreign powers like China and Russia without goading them into firefights and he also got in the way of domestic terrorists like BLM and Antifa. He did not start any new wars. He's OK in my book. "Oh yeah, he seems OK" is the highest compliment I can give a president as a staid, born and bred, non-city dwelling Midwesterner. Make of that what you will. I am not excited about Trump. He elicits no passion from me one way or the other. I think he is OK, that is all.

Don't tell the other vegetarians, though. Former friends of mine foam at the mouth at the mention of Trump's name, their higher instincts thrown overboard in favor of Pavlovian hate porn gleefully propagated in every byte of mainstream media chatter. Between Facebook, Twitter, and CNN, their lives are one long, solid dog whistle, a teakettle of piss left on a dung-encrusted stove that never stops boiling over. My husband warned me that saying "All lives matter" got Jessica Doty Whitaker, the 24 year old Indiana mother of a three year old boy, fatally shot in the face. Recently, when I put out a sign letting my students know I would not force them to wear a mask inside my business, an adult piano student of a certain age confronted me, citing the governor's authority to deal with me for breaking the mask mandate. When I retorted with "The Constitution is the ultimate law of the land," she got so mad, she quit the lessons she had been taking for over two years. She was not mature about the matter. She ghosted me and did not pay for the half month she was present before our political disagreement. I was far more irritated by the ghosting than the money. People who are older than I am should know better than to act in such a rude and uncouth manner, especially over such trivia as politics. I just hope she finds a teacher in political agreement with whom to resume her lessons, because she was finally beginning to make real progress. I would hate to see two years of work, both mine and hers, wasted!

I am 47. Never did I think I would see a day when a despised Hollywood elite was more interested in cheering on BLM communism than making money in their chosen crafts of acting, directing, and film production, but here we are. Never did I suspect the Left would become the party of censorship. Never did I think people who marched for an end to the war in Vietnam would stump for an all out warmonger who put hundreds of thousands of black people in prison while his own son smoked crack cocaine with the groomed 14 year old daughter of his own dead brother. I didn't expect Donald Trump to be president in the first place and I'm more shocked to see that he's not half-bad at it. I'm done being surprised.

I would like to see a collective return to the old fashioned notions of civility and decorum. This means I would like to see a world where people don't shout in each other's faces or ghost their piano teachers because they are politically disgruntled. I'd like to see a world where Americans wear proper clothes in public spaces instead of open-toed Birkenstocks, shorts, sweatpants complete with sweat stains, and pajamas. I'd like to see a general disavowal of calling people the eff word and the C word and a return to more literary yet devastating insults. I'm entitled to my pipe dreams, I suppose. There are life lessons here that are being learned, that much is obvious. I pray we don't need a civil war to figure them out.