I hate it when I am taken advantage of for my natural gullibility. I have always had two warring sides housed within me: the blackhearted nihilist who wields freakishly bleak humor as a self-defense mechanism and my better, positive half. My lighter side is a gregarious, positive-biased sprite who believes in the inherent goodness within. She’s Pollyanna. She is also desperately naive. She does not see the writing on the wall until well after her dark counterpart.
I fell for the hope/change narrative when it got applied to Trump 2.0. Having lived through the Reagan years, I thought we would be repeating some key aspects of them, including a strong economy. That economy has yet to happen… depending on your class status. For the upper twenty percent stockholder class, everything is fine. They continue to enjoy spring ski vacations and international destination summers, all built on stock dividend money that has essentially been provided for them by Blackrock and other private equity firms. In other words, their comforts originate from the stolen, cannibalized, unearned wealth of the lower eighty percent. For the lower eighty percent, it’s a much different picture. We scramble to hold on in an environment that is financially, emotionally, and spiritually crushing and worsening all the time. We are in the Second Great Depression, where the jobs on Indeed and the like are imaginary, where kids are addicted to little handheld electrified boxes by the age of two, where breaking a leg or having a heart attack means becoming homeless/living out of your car even if you have insurance, and the game of musical chairs to stay afloat becomes faster and scarier every minute of every day. It’s both a wonderful and terrible time to be alive.
To be fair, Trump has made notable positive changes in his short time in office. He and Vance immediately provided real help and shelter for the victims of the Helene flood — a flood that was likely geoengineered by Blackrock to get at North Carolina’s lithium mines, but I digress — where Biden sat on his heels and let young families freeze to death in tents. Trump’s reversal of Woke/DEI initiatives has prevented the now and future transsing of many children and the irreversible mutilation of gender surgeries. Billions of American taxpayer dollars have been saved from being torched by USAID and its grist mill, though it is almost completely certain American taxpayers are not going to see any compensation for the staggering waste they were forced to fund. Illegal immigration has been curtailed for the most part and we are no longer hearing of marauding Venezuelans eating roasted cat on the balconies of commandeered buildings in Aurora, Colorado.
The looney Left’s pyrrhic victory is being broadcast for all to hear. “I told you so!” bellows the lib of TikTok, and her screech is almost glorious enough to raise the donkey/ass party from the dead. Almost, but not quite. Trump’s failure is not good for anyone, including them, because the hope that had begun to emerge out of the collective astral plane has turned to despair. They tend to be more easily victimized by the rampaging egregores and demons of depression, so we get to watch as those descend upon them without mercy. Any renewed faith will now die a quick death of continued gaslighting. “Nothing to see here” about medical malfeasance has morphed into the same about CIA/FBI/Mossad pedophilia. The collective astral was bad and now it gets worse. Nothing creates more collective astral pollution via unadulterated rage than gaslighting.
We are now being gaslighted (gaslit?) that Jeffrey Epstein was innocent as the driven snow. I guess Ghislaine Maxwell is in prison for no reason. I believe Jeffrey Epstein not only did not kill himself but is very much still alive. Trump sold my rantings to Palantir already so I might as well just be out with it. Jeffrey Epstein regularly hosted Hillary Frazzledrip Clinton at his 10,000 acre Zorro Ranch. I’m sure they did fun things there like play monopoly and roast s’mores and that is it.
With this most recent turn of events, the gates begin to yawn as Spenglerian caesars give way to other types of Spenglerian charismatic leaders who aren’t anywhere near as diplomatic or civilized as the ones we have known and loved. There has already been a groundswell of support for the idea of a bunch of disenfranchised manly men marching into to Haiti and taking the island by force. Trump’s failure and continued punishment and gaslighting of the middle class helped that world to materialize out of the more-Martial past. Ares will not be denied, and if soft leaders capitulate to pedophiles, it is only a matter of time before those leaders are swept away by barbarians who can and will sack Rome. Anyone who wishes for this catharsis because they have some limited gun training and a snarky attitude towards authority should probably stop obsessing over politics and get to the gun range when not learning to dry and store food, because not one of us are ready if it all goes to hell in fast mode. All that gold and silver you’ve stored in the walls is about to get your spouse and children brutally tortured and killed in front of your eyes if you get the Apocalypse you thought you wanted, so maybe take a cold shower the next time you get a hard on for it
Might as well relax because prepping is not easy when you are tired. The people are exhausted. So is the economy, trust, and morale. There will be no Morning in America. The fat lady has sung, and xe is a pedophile.
It’s a big club and you should thank heaven you ain’t in it
Pedophiles run the world. Maybe they always have. I spent a couple years in shock from about 2015-2017 when I began to understand that every last celebrity and politician was extremely likely to be embroiled in regular pedophilia and mutilation rituals of unimaginable depravity. I wrote an article about the subject that is behind a paywall, so please allow me to explain out here in the open.
The following is speculation for entertainment purposes only. It is hypothetical and not a bunch of allegations. I have gleaned this information from a talent that I have that is akin to remote viewing as well as deductive reasoning. As I always say, I could be wrong.
Anyone who reaches a certain level of fame, wealth, or influence is forced to assimilate into one or more pedophile elite cabals. Those who resist or who think they can stay at that level without joining have three choices:
Lose wealth and power and go back to being “average” (if you’re lucky)
Be physically, emotionally, mentally, and spiritually broken by elites via their rituals
Die
There are no additional choices. Someone like Trump, who had a great deal of money going in, still never had a chance. Ross Perot, the wildly popular independent who ran against unsuccessfully against Bill Clinton and then-incumbent George Bush in 1992, complained in a 60 Minutes interview that Republican operatives threatened to ruin his daughter’s wedding. I think they got to him, and I highly doubt the threats began or ended with his daughter’s nuptials.
Normie stuff does not satisfy a Wendigo
Actress and white monkey Jennifer Aniston has babbled on many occasions about pizza parties. Is she talking about Italian flatbreads or is she talking about something else entirely? Pizza is known pedophile code for little girls. Aniston’s wide eyed, unhinged stare combined with mostly-successful surgical attempts to look age twenty-eight in late middle age don’t exactly give her a trustworthy or sane vibe. Her constant rictus of a smile has a brittle edge. Perhaps she has become accustomed (addicted?) to certain elite practices. Does she patter on out of guilt or because she does truly enjoy pizza? Ick.
The Pollyanna in me refuses to believe celebrities or nouveau riche who get to a high level such as Aniston have any intention of becoming initiated as pedophiles. Most normal people do not know these clubs or practices exist, though there are plenty of normal enablers looking the other way when sketchy people are placed right in front of their eyes. As for the wannabe stars, sure, some may have been obliged to service Harvey Weinstein and his reeking mangina for a role, but that is as far as they suspected they would have to go. When they are inevitably drugged and wake up in a room full of ravenous Satanist sadists, it is not because they were informed that nightmare was part of the deal. The two main methods I believe elites use to capture populist upstarts, new captains of industry, rising entertainment stars, and illustrious influencers are:
Forcing them to witness and participate in the rape, murder, and cannibalization of children
Down-under mutilation branding
In order to “grab” the new kid on the block, they begin by drugging that person and/or a member of their family and forcing them to participate in the ritual violation of a child. They might drug the victim at a party as Sean Combs did on numerous occasion. They also might drug them at home. No place is safe and no person can be trusted. This ritual is repeated as many times as it takes: that is why it is called a ritual and not a one-off. Victims who see it enough times learn to associate and splinter into multiple personalities in order to deal with the trauma. Often the victim is raped and tortured alongside the baby or child or forced to inflict suffering. I believe Trump has been compromised in this way, alongside one or more of his children or grandchildren. I also believe something of this nature happened to Candace Owens, whose personality has now split in order to partition a collection of alters who perform functions of her ego. In other words, Trump, Owens, and other victims of this horrific practice may not be aware they have been tortured or forced to do hideous things to children. Disassociation is powerful and is often manipulated as a weapon, especially by shady governments.
The sadists-in-chief who orchestrate the vile levers of power always leave their mark. From what I can tell, they brand the private parts of their victims. They permanently mar parts of celebrities, politicians, and people of influence that nobody will ever see: labia, penises, the inside of the anus. They damage these parts as much as possible so the victim will always think of them when pooping, peeing, or having sex. They want to inflict pain that has been done to them — most of the ritual satanist types who do this were either born into incest/abuse cults or became abusers in the way I suspect Jennifer Aniston may have become an abuser. They want to spread their disease.
In a future essay, I will be discussing what I believe we should do about this predicament. There will be no Fall of the Cabal, in short. There will always be normies who want to believe in innocent celebrities and decent politicians, and no shortage to the power that faith will provide. We can, however, do something about it and as you probably already know, it is going to involve turning inward and shutting them out.
I look forward to your comments. I'm glad to be back.
Sean Combs is a dead man in more ways than one. Not only is it highly likely he will be Epsteined soon; he has been mortified to any pursuit outside the lower astral plane for a long time. Sean Combs has managed in one short lifetime to run away from every possible instinct of human decency. Self-realization is not something he has ever tried to do. Combs is a parody of the demonic, managing Luciferianism and Ahrimanism in equal measure. In his slack jawed, dead-eyed expression, we can glimpse a reign of terror that has ruined countless lives. Like a perverse form of the Midas touch, Combs's influence has sullied whatever it could reach, including billions of ears that never got to hear beautiful, meaningful music because Sean Combs and his henchmen stood at the threshold of mass distribution. Combs was the troll that sat under the bridge, demanding flesh, blood, and tribute from all who passed.
Sean Combs represents death in yet another way: he is the endcap of a long, sordid era of what has passed for entertainment for the last 50 years. Like the former planet Pluto, Sean Combs was worshiped when he first arrived upon the scene. His rapidly shrinking clout has diminished into a descent to lowly status in a remote and warped orbit.
Omigod, Who Cares?
As someone who never cared for hip-hop, I did not know Sean Combs‘s past. Sources say he was born in the late 1960s in Harlem, making him a Gen Xer. His father was a low level drug dealer who died when Sean was two years old. His mother, who was not a woman of means, allegedly sacrificed and hustled in order to put her son into an elite Catholic school. Between his grandmother and his mother Janice, legend has it that the two were able to see Sean through to Howard University. Combs quit Howard U after two years, when it became apparent he was destined for success in the entertainment industry. Like his father before him, he became involved in drugs and drug deals. He always had a flair for predatory capitalism until the day it circled around to royally bite him in the ass.
From the very beginning, it seems Sean Combs had a monstrous ego. He earned the nickname Puffy supposedly because he puffed out his chest in order to appear larger. Anger is often the marker of subconscious fear, and I hypothesize that Sean Combs has lived a life of suppressed terror. In the early days, his ambition to become popular was such that he hosted college parties that regularly drew 1000 people. He was very good at posturing. Via elite trappings and compulsive name changes, Combs managed to convince himself and others that he was a star. He won three Grammys for absolutely nothing, with his most famous number featuring him whining/mumbling to the riff from the Police's Every Breath You Take. One listen to any of Combs's "songs" at it becomes apparent that his intelligence is mostly entrepreneurship, theft, and low cunning and not music in any way, shape, or form. It hardly mattered; he had thirst, and in the late 20th century, thirst mattered a great deal more than musicianship... Example A, Madonna. Driving his stardom was a pathological need to spread himself around and the urge to run like hell from the terror of honestly facing and processing his own sins.
Combs himself once said the only end for a drug dealer was either death or prison. He has ended up with the letter option. For Combs, being reduced to lowly prisoner status was a fate worse than death. I speculate this little chunk of jail time only the first consequence in a banquet that will spread across multiple lifetimes for him, but of course I could be wrong, and I cannot bring myself to care about his suffering. He made his 50 foot bed. There are rumors that his prison guards chuckle as the once high and mighty mogul has to make the awful choice between eating feces-laden food or starving to death. It’s a known fact that pedophiles and rapists are shown no mercy in prison, and Sean Combs apparently ticks both boxes.
So how did he get here? Well, it did not happen quickly. Combs was untouchable for 30 years. He became a household name in the 1990s, when a much younger Jennifer Lopez, who had yet to take on the obnoxious J Lo moniker, clawed her way to Hollywood relevance by riding around as Sean Combs’s arm candy. Combs made a splash by exploiting artists who had what he lacked: talent. Combs used the power of rivalry, exploiting gangland scandals in order to inflate his own image and to create free publicity. When Combs was unable to use the talents of artists who he wished to subordinate, he (allegedly) had them assassinated and then bragged about it. To an outsider like myself, the assassinations of Tupac Shakur and the Notorious B.I.G. looked like the typical Chicago gang crapshow only writ larger and with more money. Such things would have merely been a blip on my personal radar, but Combs was so good at what he did, he managed to infect every single part of musical entertainment with his own personal vision and model of fame. Not for a minute did hip-hop and its extortion/gangland business models stay within its lane. Anyone who remembers hip-hop and rap from the 1980s probably recalls how humorous, witty, and downright intelligent it was, despite its cheesy sounds and low budget origins. Fossils like myself remember when musical entertainers knew how to be humble. Sean Combs's vision ended all of that. Hip-hop and wrap that brought over the top egomania and drama to the most average of artists.
He Interrupted White Female Artists Before It Was Cool...
I remember when Ol' Dirty Bastard interrupted folk pop singer Sean Colvin's time when she won a Grammy for Sunny come home. Colvin, crowded out of her brief accolade for her one hit wonder, was forced to defer as the entitled, drug-addled ODB stole the spotlight, mentioning that he deserved the award more than Diddy who had won moments before. Before Kanye commandeered Taylor Swift's award in 2009, the dead-in-2004 ODB preceded him to mutter and grumble about whatever boring inanity was going on in his own flustercluck hip-hop world world.
White girl Colvin’s stolen moment became a microcosm of American music, which morphed into an extremely specific set of images depicting a warped version of dominant American blackness. Just as American movies came to be inundated by overblown production and superheroes and princesses rehashed for the umpteenth time, American music became ALL BEYONCÉ ALL THE TIME. The foundation of this so-called black culture was a propensity to whine. Black genres that had once proliferated a variety of styles from heavy metal to old-school wrap to ethereal jazz, narrowed down to a constant regurgitation of three to four pet themes:
1) Narcissistic sexuality. 2) Narcissistic unneeded wealth. 3) Narcissistic egomania/ I’m better than you. 4) Narcissistic drug use/drug violence.
Every single song by every single rap or hip-hop artist for 30 years revolved exclusively around these three or four themes. The syndrome was so pervasive, it infected songs well outside of its genre and is still robust to this day. One only needs to examine the pop crews of lily white banker's daughter and billionaire Taylor Swift to find at least three out of four of these themes at work in every single heavily co-written and co-produced song.
Ironically, it is said that Beyoncé is so insecure that she demands tribute from other artists whenever they win music awards. The artists must say "this award is owed to Beyoncé" while onstage accepting their Grammy/MTV Music Award/Whatever or she will have a hit put out on them. Conspiracy theory has it that the insufferable wretch was responsible for the premature deaths of Michael Jackson and Aaliyah. Neither artist thanked Beyoncé for their various accolades, at least not publicly. It does seem kind of odd that many artists, including Adele and Lizzo, randomly thanked Beyoncé at awards shows as if she was some kind of deity. Who's the fairest of them all????
Little did I or any normie know that Sean Combs sat atop one of the mightiest and worst astral pyramids: the popular culture casting couch. I labored under the delusion that entertainment still contained some remnants of meritocracy until I was at least 40. Boy, was I wrong.
There is no merit left in any form of mass media entertainment. None. Zero. The reason is simple: all of Hollywood, all music moguls, all politicians, and all media pundits are either sick, murderous pedo perverts or have been compromised at events thrown by sick, murderous pedo perverts. The entire system is based on honey traps, blackmail, and debasement. There is no getting around it and becoming a household name: these two things do not coexist.
Sean Combs had no musical talent. His expertise was in blackmail. Sean Combs is like his friend and likely romantic partner Jay Z -- neither have the musical talent the gods gave a vacuum cleaner. All of the king's horses and all the king's men could not convince the world that Sean Combs and Jay Z had any artistry between them. Their creativity seems to have been confined to coming up with clever ways to overpower and rape other human beings.
Float Like a Butterfly
Case after case continues to surface as avenger-lawyer Tony Buzbee cherry picks from likely thousands of choices of Sean Comb's horrific assaults on women, men, and children. The stories are beyond grotesque. Sean Combs allegedly promised a 9 year old a record deal and then raped him in the recording studio. He drugged and violently raped a woman with a TV remote control for daring to insinuate in an overheard phone conversation that he had some other rapper killed. He then proceeded to have his goons gang rape her until she almost died. Rumor has it that Sean Combs lusted after Justin Bieber shortly after his adolescent Youtube debut. After allegedly grooming and serially raping Usher at the age of 15, Combs orchestrated the grooming and eventual capture of teenaged Bieber, eventually brutally initiating the naive kid in a 48 hour marathon session of depravity.
All of the above seems like conjecture until one realizes the mammoth pile of evidence, including no less than 120 plaintiffs in Buzbee's stable as the onslaught against the former Diddler mounds.
Combs has a pattern that involves drugging with spiked drinks and trank-laced baby oil, assault and gang rape, and either leaving the victim for dead or so brutalized they require an IV drip from loss of bodily fluids. The woman he raped with a television remote lost all bowel and urinary control according to her affadavit. Combs also likes to threaten peoples' families, and he does this in retaliation to hurt fee-fees.
One wonders where Combs possibly got his mostly homosexual rage. He is still a momma's boy, and it is interesting as well a bit suspect to witness his ongoing relationship with his mother Janice, who defends him as innocent. I suppose if I was a mother, I would not want to face having given birth to an alleged psychopathic rapist. I believe Combs was abused during his education at the Bronx all boy's Catholic school Mount Saint Michael Academy. The school had its fair share of pederast scandals in the 1980s, plus one Reverend Bernard Lynch who was brought up on charges of molesting a student that he claimed made a pass at him first. Gross. The school has had various complaints since then, including a priest named Brother Lee who allegedly abused a 15 year old boy and an assistant principal who was thrown in jail for his large kiddie porn collection. Overall, there seems to be no shortage of scandals at Mt. St. Michael. Perhaps Combs was diddled at the Academy. Maybe he was diddled elsewhere. Or maybe his rage sprang organically with no origin story at all. At any rate, Sean Combs was a sick, twisted serial rapist and killer with no sense of proportion.
Chicken or Egg?
When a man sits atop a great astral pyramid, there is the question of who exactly birthed that pyramid. Combs did not originate the casting couch/kompromat model even if he did perfect it. The casting couch/kompromat pyramid was not new in the era of Babylon. The novel part here is the discovery of the type of person it takes to begin such a pyramid: the non-artist. The non-artist may be good at many things, but art is not one of them. Most non-artists are content to appreciate and consume art. The sweetest and most earnest of non-artists are the fans who use the artist's oeuvre to study and eventually become great artists themselves. Not every non-artist can show that kind of patience or discipline, and of course humans being human, you are always going to have some non-artists who allow their jealousy of artists to make them insane. In the case of a Tony Mottola, Clive Davis, Jeffrey Epstein, Harvey Weinstein, or Sean Combs, the jealous non-artists uses their clout and massive unearned wealth to lord over the artists as gatekeepers. On the surface, the trade might look like a simple one: the artist trades sexual favors (and potentially marriage) for great commercial success. If only it were that simple! The jealousy of non-artists is so horrid, it regularly drives the ones with money and power to enslave and destroy the artists they keep. For Sean Combs, it was not enough to roofie a young person and rape them a la Bill Cosby or Roman Polanski. No, from the looks of things, Combs drugged his guests and then had pedophile orgies that involved animals, the ingestion of vomit, blood, and feces, foster children supplied by CPS as "party favors" and infant sacrifice. Epstein may or may not have gone as far: he seems to have had a Peter Nygard/John of God style baby farm at his Zorro Ranch location.
The jealous non-artist is a type of vampire who seeks to feed on the artist's etheric energy. The reason vampires of this sort like them young is because young people skew etherically male and so do artistic types. Artists are often stereotyped as long haired and girlish because long hair and femininity are both outward signs of etheric maleness. Physically, we are usually the opposite sex of our etheric bodies. By building an empire on the etheric, the vampire becomes physically stronger and far more empowered to amass wealth by hijacking the artist's charisma. By taking the artist's etheric maleness, the vampire creates the glamour of having the astral equivalent of a big dick.
Though I fully intended everything Diddy to fit in a single essay, it is clear to me that I feel compelled to take a deeper dive into the rabbit hole. Thank you for your patience as I look forward to sharing my further meditations upon this subject with you.
Like a Prayer 2023 -- same edgelord Catholic/Eyes Wide Shut imagery 30 years later. At least she is consistent!
To her credit, Madonna co-wrote the song Like a Prayer that would become the title track on her Like a Prayer album in 1989. The song launched her long, protracted, now-overcooked edgelord era, with a video featuring a controversial and sexualized black Jesus. Madonna still uses the song and its fetishized Christ in her current schtick, which are three ring circuses of air-humping Satanic Illuminati imagery and seizure-inducing lights. At its best, her voice is irritating and whiny. Her songwriting is middle of the road -- she's not terrible, but she's no Max Martin. The only things she ever had in abundance was sex and the exploitation of the outré. As we speak, Madonna is being laughed at and pitied for her desperate antics and ratchet appearance -- if adrenochrome actually works to keep anyone young and fresh, then it would follow that she is not on it.
Dullsville stinky vanilla BDSM lite LOONG before 50 Shades. But at least she looked good in pictures back then!
By the time Madonna's book Sex came out in 1992, shock literature had nearly jumped the shark. I worked as a shelver at the town library at the time and the librarians had to order dozens of copies, all of which stayed checked out with wait lists for most of a year. The appeal of the book was greatly aided by the controversy surrounding it. Sex was packaged in a way that was accessible to curious suburbanites and it wasn't graphic enough to be actual porn; nonetheless, it was banned by the same legions of Tipper Gore pearl clutchers who got warning labels stuck on 2 Live Crew and Beastie Boys CDs. Getting banned, of course, was the best thing that could have possibly happened to Madonna's career. In his book The Satanic Witch, Anton LaVey reminds aspiring seductresses that there is nothing so appealing as "that which was not meant to be seen". Madonna was also in her early 30s at the time and at the peak of her physical beauty and stardom. She wasn't exactly hard to look at; people wanted to see what she looked like naked and she showed them.
Sex and the Etheric
The etheric plane is the plane of life force. I consider the etheric or energy plane one plane more subtle than smell: that is to say it rides right on top of the physical plane. Lightning and electricity are etheric plane phenomena. All beings, objects, and places are surrounded by their own unique etheric field, sometimes generally referred to as an aura. Clairvoyants can see this aura -- personally I cannot see it as I am not clairvoyant. Martial artists manipulate their own etheric force in order to defend themselves and to do cool tricks such as breaking chunks of wood. Feng shui is the science of manipulating etheric flows via house orientation, furniture placement, and home decor. Traditional Eastern medicine and Ayurveda both work mainly with the etheric plane. Traditional Western medicine used to do that too, and back in the day it was called humoral medicine.
The etheric exchange of sex, whether willing or unwilling, is one of the most powerful forces on Earth. During sex, the etheric body expands and contracts, exchanging energy as the physical body exchanges fluids. In intercourse, biological females find that their etheric body releases like a dam overflowing or a pressurized spigot losing pressure. For biological men, the etheric body is pierced and the sensation is like a vacuum being filled or like eating when you are extremely hungry. In our era of endemic etheric starvation, humans routinely become trapped by the allure of sexuality from cradle to grave, and this is unfortunate because though sex is neither inherently good nor bad, being obsessed with it is predictably negative.
Off With Their Heads!
If I was appointed Queen of the World, I would punish pedophiles with immediate death by decapitation upon being found guilty in a court of law. The reason I believe pedophilia should be punished with such extreme severity and finality is primarily etheric. Children have very strong etheric bodies. All children, regardless of organs, are etherically male, which is to say they are physically female just as they are as fetuses. The child's etheric body is shared by its parents (often just one parent, the mother) until it reaches the approximate age of seven, when the etheric body begins to separate and morph in order to make way for puberty a few years later. If we put this in the context of Eastern etheric science, children possess yang or active principle life force in excess. The elderly are the opposite: they are for the most part etheric females regardless of biological gender.
Let's look at the child as etheric male and elder as etheric female in more detail: Children are needy and selfish, existing in their own bubbles until they are socialized and taught to "play nice". As etheric males, they love bright colors, noise, and the energy of the playroom. They are exhausting and they are loud. They are yang energy personified: constantly exploring, creating, and learning how defend themselves. Astrally, children reverse sexes again and regardless of actual gender are astrally feminine. Their imaginations are fertile, ripe, and easily influenced.
The elderly, on the other hand, are yin energy personified. Nursing homes and hospitals are scary because of their yin excess. Dusty corners, decay, darkness, and a sense of going back to the dirt from whence you came are all horror movie tropes, synonymous with the old and dying. Our civilization, which pathologically fears the yin influence, is also terrified of aging and death. The old person becomes stuck in their ways or male on the astral plane, wanting to influence and not open to outside influence. Though this may superficially sound like a bad thing, it can also be construed as "owning your s**t" as an old person. The old crave the company of the young because they are deficient in yang energy. The young need the old in order to contain and limit their yang energy.
Returning to the idea of the child as sharing an etheric body with 1-2 of its parents until the approximate age of seven, we begin to understand why human children are so lost without good parents. Even when the parent is not a genetic relative, such as my own case because I was adopted at ten days old, there is a profound etheric bond between a child and its parent or primary caregiver for the duration of the formative years.
Pedophiles
Pedophilia is about physically, etherically, and astrally breaking a child into a consumable form for a temporary, addictive high off of its abundant yang energy. The pedophile seeks to pop the child's protective bubble and steal its contents. At its core, pedophilia is a pursuit of unearned wealth. Once the egg is cracked, scrambled, and devoured, the pedophile finds him or herself addicted as pedophilia is a Wendigo that demands greater and greater sacrifice. The New York Times conservatively estimates the sexual exploitation of children is a 20 billion dollar industry, but that number seems hopelessly naive and underestimated to me. In absence of deeper human relationships, regular porn addicts become child porn addicts. Some even get to the point where they want to turn fantasy into reality. Lather, rinse, repeat: new addicts become new pedophiles and new pedophiles become old pedophiles.
This poor girl. I do not envy her.
Peak Perversion
When I was a child in the 70s, pop culture was deep into the chase of the puerile. Jodie Foster starred in Taxi Driver as a child prostitute at age 12 in 1976. Brooke Shields starred as a child prostitute in 1978's Pretty Baby. Poor Brooke, however, was the subject of pornographic photo shoots and likely sexual abuse at the age of ten. A casual Yandex search of Brooke Shields at age 10 reveals young Brooke in full makeup posing provocatively in a hot tub. It is patently obvious that the plot of Pretty Baby wasn't just a fiction set in the Gilded Age for Brooke Shields.
The aforementioned Madonna upped the ante in the 80s. With every new release, we could all count on Madonna to bring sexy back before Justin Timberlake was out of grade school. Most girls of my era confidently assert that Madonna and her "music" were their first initiation into being sexualized at a young age. Before you think I am on some kind of Victorian high horse, keep in mind I was personally all for it and wanted to be sexy and sexualized at a young age, I just had no idea how to do it because I have always been a complete nerd. Madonna was a welcome influence for me and plenty other Gen X women.
The 90s were a turning point. By time the Sex book made the rounds, every envelope had been pushed and children were routinely sexualized as a spectator sport: the 90s were the era of child beauty pageants and JonBenet Ramsey. It's odder at this point to have a childhood that is free of being sexualized. You really do have to live in a cave or at least some kind of media-free zone where normal internet and gaming is not allowed. Millennials grew up knowing virtually no sexual limits where Gen X at least had a few -- it is no wonder Millennials embraced hook up culture.
Sexxy Red
There are a couple of viral videos going around where two teachers respectively lament the educational state of their four and five year old students. The children act up, do not listen, and their parents are uppity, entitled jerks who question the teacher rather than disciplining their progeny. Apparently, these precocious little ones sing and twerk to songs by hip hop artist Sexxy Red. The songs, if you can call them that, are Pound Town and Skee Yee. Pound Town's lyrics drop the N word about eight times per sentence and go into graphic detail about anal and oral. Skee Yee combines the N bomb with the F bomb and is mostly about anal. Though the teachers ask how a group of little kids came to know such mature music and scratch their heads, consider that these kids have spent the last three years (ages 2-5) mostly locked indoors with iPads and the answer is clear: they sing and twerk what they have been brought up on. They parrot what they know.
Hip Hop is a genre obsessed with displays of unearned wealth, especially etheric wealth. Yang energy is to be amassed and displayed in the form of golden teeth, fancy cars, mammoth McMansions, and curvy young women. The envelope has been pushed to the breaking point as it has in all mainstream media. There is no longer anything worth gawking at. Hardcore porn is just an internet connection away. Mainstream TV (not that anyone watches anymore) is cozy with the F bomb and nudity. Cinemax has been soft porn since forever: we used to call it Skinemax back in the 1980s. Of course five year olds are getting thrown under the bus: when all the boundaries are erased, little kids get thrown into the pit until the last child is consumed by the last demonic pedophile. I am reminded of the plight of the Gelflings in Jim Henson's animatronic/puppetronic wonder The Dark Crystal.
Truth be told, pedophilia is boring because at this point it has been done to death, often literally. There is something very off about the whopping majority of alleged travelers to Epstein's Pedo Island -- it's as if it is a psychic stain that won't wash off. Like a subtle but bad smell, you don't notice it until someone alerts you to it, but once you know, it's all you notice. I used to enjoy movies and music by those people a great deal more before I knew about the allegations.
Maybe I am just getting old, but I can no longer bring myself to care about the output of artists who deliberately try to shock or titillate with sexuality. It's boring. They can throw all of the five year olds under the bus and make Sesame Street into a full on drag show -- I'm done and I don't care. Every time Madonna does her OK Boomer geriatric gyrations onstage, it makes me grateful I was shepherded down the path of earned wealth, modesty, relationships that are based on deeper things than looks or money, and cleaning my own damn toilet.
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.
"Envy, if surrounded on all sides by the brightness of another's prosperity, like the scorpion contained within a circle of fire, will sting itself to death." -Charles Caleb Colton
Of all the Deadly Sins, I think it can be safely argued that Envy is the most suicidal. It isn't possible to be happy when you strive to possess what others possess, because envy ensures that they will always seem better off than you, whether it is true or not. Envy makes for interesting characters: Medea, Othello, Scarlett O'Hara; interesting and also doomed.
Our culture is beset by envy: how better to drive masses of people to hyperconsume stuff they don't need? Advertising depends upon our envious natures to get us to bite. Envy is rooted deep in the subconscious, whispering in our ears that we are inferior and ugly, but if we had what she has, we could get a leg up once and for all...
Celebrities
There used to be a television series called Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous hosted by Robin Leach. Those who watched the show remember the infamous intro. Between Leach's annoying, nasal squawks, a more radio ready voice croons "Your host is Robin Leach, who circles the world to bring you the stories people will never stop talking about." Imagine the arrogance it took to create such a tagline, spoken against the backdrop of cheesy aspirational orchestral muzak and shots of tacky McMansions, Rolls Royces, and polo tournaments. The content of the series was a vacuous parade of soon-to-be has been celebrities, tours of their metastasized homes, and mini-documentaries of their extravagant purchasing habits. The premise was that their lives would never get any worse and their obscene wealth would continue into perpetuity. The series did not age well, and I suspect future historians will show it to college students who will laugh to disguise their abject horror at their forefather's and foremother's superficiality, materialism, and outright denial of the inevitable deindustrial future.
If those college students were to ask me as a centenarian if the people who used to watch Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous were happy, I would answer a definitive NO and add that the people creating and starring on the show were equally unhappy. I would point out another piece of media, this one closer to their era, in the form of The Greatest Showman, a bizarre movie musical biopic loosely based upon the life and times of American huckster P.T. Barnum. The overly-autotuned music and themes of The Greatest Showman revolve around grandiose notions of limitlessness and its personal counterpart, walloping egomania. The P.T. Barnum character is introduced to us as a child of modest means in puppy love with his neighborhood contemporary, Charity Hallett. Charity is from a rich family, and the title track of the musical speaks to the nuclear family they will build along with a gigantic, extremely McMansion-ish house and the limitlessness of their greatness as adults. Another key song in the film is Never Enough, sung by a highly fictionalized Jenny Lind, who does her best to seduce P.T. Barnum away from his plainer wife. Side characters Phillip and Anne, part of P.T. Barnum's entourage, put on display the class tensions so obviously harped upon by the film in tiresome repetition. The themes at work in The Greatest Showman are envy in the form of class warfare and the conspicuous consumption necessary to achieve American Dream: the idea that each one of us can and must be the very best and risk it all to achieve unrealistic and lofty goals.
I would then point the college students (yeah I'm done with them yet) to the 2020 TikTok hit Heather, where a young man says "kinda wish she were dead" when the male object of his affections is enchanted by a young woman named Heather. Heather is the high school version of resignation and disingenuous humility that is the aftermath of envy. The envious one slinks back to his empire of warm, comforting hatred, crafted by years of focused bitterness.
The Sycophant
Envy not only eats our material earnings, it devours and hollows us from the inside. Often, envy will roost in the psyche masquerading as humility. Such was the case of Yolanda Saldívar, a nurse who befriended rising Tejano pop star Selena Quintanilla-Pérez by shoehorning her way into the family's circle by becoming president of Selena's burgeoning fan club. Saldívar was caught embezzling and fatally shot Selena when gently confronted by the younger woman. Saldívar is currently serving her prison sentence for murder and will be eligible for parole in 2025. Saldívar's envy was of one of the classic types so common nowadays, the kind that is a demented sort of love for the envied person, who "has it all" in comparison to the envier. The celebrity worshipper loses their own identity in the process of envying the celebrity, and quickly falls into a state of hating the celebrity, often enough to murder them. Of course murdering the subject of one's envy makes matters worse: the victim is canonized as a saint.
The Opposite of Envy: Rejection
The other side of envy's imbalance is Rejection. Envy is exhausting and hollowing, and one predictable reaction to it is to swing to a polar opposite of envy to a state of passionate disdain. Our much-belabored celebrities are useful subjects with which to demonstrate this phenomenon, because they are quickly going from a universally loved to universally hated status as we speak, in real time. Pedogate is a form of arrogant rejection of that envy. Believing that all celebrities are complicit in Satanic cabals who drink infant blood and eat feces is a way of replacing envy with equally toxic assumptions that the once-envied person is hideously inferior to oneself. It doesn't matter that such vile accusations cannot be proven; all that is needed is for the emptiness of envy to be replenished by junk beliefs in the evilness of the once-beloved celebrity. On top of this is the frenetic insistence that one's own life record is blameless and innocent because one has at least not engaged in Satanic baby sacrifice. In essence, there is a refusal to see the good in another person because that would require honestly dealing with one's own inferiority complex, whereas envy is a poisoned form of love that cloaks hatred in pining for the unattainable perfection of the envied Other.
Admiration: The Happy Medium
In between the two extremes of Envy and Rejection lies Admiration, a healthy state that says "You do you, I'll do me, and what makes us different makes us complementary, not competitors. This sort of acceptance leaves room for one's own faults so they can be worked on instead of dissonantly projected on to someone else. By standing back and admiring someone without wishing we could be them, we shed the Piscean idea that we must all fit the same mold or climb a pre-ordained pyramid in a dog eat dog, winner takes all series of playoffs. Instead of seeking a state of Borg hive homogeny and secretly adopting the Highlander's statement that "there can be only one", we accept that everyone should be free to do their own thing. This includes not shooting someone out of jealousy or rounding up the elites into concentration camps because one believes their entire class of people engages in Satanic pedophilia.
Admiration acknowledges that this world is unjust and that some people have opportunities than others, but it does not seek to paper over the differences or unduly celebrate mediocrity. Admiration is about finding the good in someone who differs from you and using that commonality to become friends, and if friendship is not possible, to at least tolerate each other and maintain enough distance where each party can live their own lives. I once said to one of my students, "If you want to be accepted for who you are, you've got to accept your friend for who he is." Energy does not happen in a vacuum and all of what we put out comes back to us. That's why all of us, myself included, need to work on letting go of fixation with other people, recognize what we are best at, and take ourselves to task for our own personal shortcomings, for we live in a big world that is only as small as you want to make it.
Save Our Children protests are getting bigger all the time. The connection has been made between the pandemic and its wag the dog aspect. And the Left remains clueless and paranoid about putting kids back into schools and opening up restaurants and small businesses, garnering more ire from common people, as if they needed more. Notice how many are calling for the death of pedophiles and directly associating them with Hollywood. This is a powder keg.
The Left has only one point of serenity remaining as it swirls around the toilet of its own catabolic collapse, and that is the misguided notion that karma does not exist for their side. Though they ostensibly champion fairness, the Left has become synonymous with cheating, gaslighting, lying, and naked election fraud.
What Could Have Been: Carter 2.0
Sans "assistance" from Democratic Party operatives, Bernie Sanders arguably would have given Trump a hearty dose of competition had the Democrats let his campaign run its natural course instead of drowning it before the 2016 primaries. It is my opinion that Bernie would have been a second Jimmy Carter. Largely incompetent and inept, Sanders would have engaged in naive, Carter-esque brinksmanship in a way that Trump could only balk at. Americans would have gained free health care and college and at the price of a series of bank holidays. Economic collapse of some sort seems to have been written into the cards. This would have fomented a different sort of civil war than the one we are experiencing today. Bernie, like Jimmy, would have been a one-term president.
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
The Democrats, with their incessant Cruella De Vil toddler tantrums and ridiculous portrayals of Trump as the evil troll of the fairy story, made Trump possible and elected him in spite of themselves. I have often wondered if Democratic antics such as the choice of Hillary Clinton and then Joe Biden aren't a clever Republican psy-op meant to cement eternal rule by the Republican party. Everything Democrats do seems expressly designed to enhance Trump's appeal. If they actually didn't want Trump re-elected, the average Democrat would affect a bored, indifferent demeanor whenever Trump was mentioned. Furthermore, if they wanted to help their side get elected, they would be acting on a personal level in accordance with the values they preached. When they spoke of racial income disparity, it would be meaningful, because they would speak after they had given up their highly paid, benefits-included salary to free the job up for a "person of color". They would do this from a modest house or apartment in a poor, multi-racial neighborhood where whites, blacks, Latinos, and Asians lived cheek to jowl. There would be no empty Marxist words spilled by bourgeois mouths: Democrats of all colors who championed the poor blacks would live exactly like the poor blacks... as their next door neighbors.
Instead, privileged Democrats cry, scream, hex, cheat, riot, vandalize, loot, curse and then virtue signal about how they're fighting against oppression. If they put their considerable energy into championing the equality they claim to care so much about, they could be a force for good, but alas. Instead, they are content to rest on their party's moth-eaten laurels. In the Democratic Party's heyday of the 1960s, they fought for peace and their record producers developed some groovy artists! The 1960s fetish is prevalent in Democratic Party messaging because it represents the last time the Democratic Party was relevant. To make matters worse, Candace Owens and her ilk have excoriated the Democratic Party for its white-hooded beginnings and its nasty habit of creating segregated brutalist ghettoes in big cities. Only black pro sports athletes and television/movie stars have truly benefitted from Democratic policy making over the last 60 years, it seems, and membership in that elite club comes at the price of one's human decency, according to Pedogate.
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
Meanwhile, Trump was doing so well in his management role, the Democratic party decided to roll out the Tantrum to End All Tantrums: COVID-19. Anyone who has done the slightest amount of research on the Black Death knows approximately how bad a plague can get: the Black Death killed 9 out of 10 people in London in 1349. The Black Death killed 25% of all people on planet Earth before it finished its rounds. Covid-19 has killed 155,000 in the US (155K is a ginned up, exaggerated number that includes cancer and gunshot victims) which gives it a mortality rate of 0.00047256097. In Sweden, a country that took minimal precautions where COVID was concerned, has suffered 5790 deaths in a population of 10.23 million. This translates to a 0.0005659824 mortality rate. Sweden, of course, did not shut down its economy, so it has not seen a rash of overdoses and suicides because of lockdown like we have in the US.
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
Forces conspired to trash the legacy of Bill Clinton's presidency and with it, the image of the Obama presidency. Clinton's proclivity for intercourse with girls, including those under the age of consent on Jeffrey Epstein's plane and island, along with his wife's complete failure to relate to anyone outside of her own class of One Percenters, was the seal of doom. Obama, with his smooth demeanor and his behind the scenes Chicago machine politician sociopathy, was implicated in Pedogate multiple times. Notably, a leaked email raises eyebrows over the Obamas order of 65,000 dollars worth of "hot dogs" to the White House during the Obama presidency. Outside food is not allowed at the White House for security reasons and hot dog is known pedophile code for little boys. The mainstream media has screamed "fake news" about any tidbit like this one that serves to tarnish the memory of the first half-black President, however, the email in question came from Wikileaks, which exposed the Podestas, the Clintons, and a crew of other players right before the 2016 election, so it's fairly clear from 2016's election results that the damage has been done. The Obamas and the Clintons lost their appeal. Trump, on the other hand, picked up the slack.
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?
Leftists can ameliorate what is coming their way by walking away from the Democratic Party, of course, but I'd like to talk about less dramatic and more personal ways to deflect what is coming if one is on the Left and planning to stay there.
Number One: We Need To Talk
In a country founded on the ideal of freedom of speech, there is not a single person who has a right to censor, doxx, harass, or threaten someone based on speech alone. If you don't want to talk about Pedogate, fine, but stop expecting that others aren't going to want to talk about it more when you won't allow it in your presence. Don't shame someone for being a Pedogate/Pizzagate conspiracy freak unless you've done the homework. Admit there is something to it.
Stop the TDS
From the beginning, Trump's campaigns have only been strengthened by leftist hysteria. Trump succeeds in direct proportion to the amount of leftist cursing and frivolous aggravation he receives. Had the Left taken a neutral "meh" attitude towards him in 2014, he would not be President now. It's never too late to shrug and move on. Just as die hard Republicans survived Clinton and Obama, die hard Democrats will survive Trump. If you are tempted to go on at length about Trump being the epitome of evil, take a break, cool off, and do something constructive, preferably something that involves physical activity.
Leave the COVID Camp
Quietly refuse to take part in online shouting matches over mask mandates, distancing, and other social controls that are more symbolic than utilitarian. To the Deplorables, COVID controls are a ruse to oppress their class by killing their businesses and laying waste to small towns Trump managed to partially rebuild from 2016 - 2020. To Pedogaters, COVID lockdowns were an invention to help child traffickers fly under the radar. Allow people to go back to games, concerts, weddings, and funerals. If you see your neighbor having a party or people thronging at a re-opened business, shut up about it. Pedogate research gained massive popularity because people had the free time to do it at home. Take away that free time by replacing it with bread and circuses and Pedogate will become unappealing by way of distraction.
Eschew Celebrity and Celebrity Culture
If you have any transparent ambitions to become extremely wealthy or famous, mask them now and for the foreseeable future. Celebrities are the new disgraced class. If they become Pedogate untouchables, their heads as well as the heads of any out and proud leftists will end up on pikes. Pedogaters literally think anyone of extreme wealth or fame is a Satanic pedophile. Keep that in mind if you're determined to chase stardom or high stakes investment banking.
End Class Warfare by Starting With Yourself
Much of class warfare is the irrational fear of other people that manifests as snobbishness, irritability, road rage, and online trolling. Rise above it. Other people are not out to get you -- they're far too busy worrying about themselves. Also, stop painting every other person that exists outside you and your bubble as stupid, unless you wish to be seen in the same harsh light. Give people the benefit of the doubt whenever it is possible. We are all going through rough times. During the times you must avoid people, be courteous about it. One must set firm limits in all areas of life in order to be happy, but we needn't be rude or melodramatic about it. Look people in the eye and don't pity them as lesser than you. Think good and hard about the bigotry of low expectations and the way you view other people. Root out the fear of others via deeply honest self-examination. Live cheaply and lightly and give the tiniest bit of excess away instead of putting it into displays of ostentation or vanity. You try to do this and I will do the same. Be blessed.
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
Why Pedogate?
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.
If the criteria for rich people to go to heaven are hard to meet, then rich pedophiles don't have a snowball's chance in the place where Christians would assign them after death. Pedogate is how an elite class, once loved and if not loved, at least feared and respected, ends up as a bunch of severed heads on an iron fence. These days, celebrities, royals, politicians, and newscasters act in a way I view as openly suicidal. Ellen Degeneres may be worth 330 million, but that won't matter to a raging mob if evidence pops up, no matter how shoddy, that she has mistreated children. Hillary Clinton is one of the most hated people on a planet with more than enough hatred to dish out. If compelling evidence surfaces of what she is suspected of doing to children, it won't take a court of law in a country with a death penalty to earn her an immediate execution... if she's lucky. Firing squads are easy compared to what certain factions would like to do to her. Personally, I'm a fan of innocent until proven guilty. Our system of punishment is garbage but innocent until proven guilty is not one of its flaws.
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.
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