CAT'S PAW NATION

Blood and Circuses In our Grand Guignol Theater of the Absurd American Apocalypse

Inverted America, conquered and overlaid by Edwin Landseer’s engraving of The Cat's Paw (1829). According to art historians “one of Landseer's best known and most controversial paintings, [it] attracted immediate attention when first exhibited, and has continued to shock people ever since.”

“No more are the princes, by flattery paid / For furnishing help in a different trade / And burning their fingers to bring / More power to some mightier king…” — Jean de La Fontaine, Le Singe et le Chat 

“There’s a sucker born every minute, and two to take him.” — P.T. Barnum-ish

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“America is the cat’s paw.” 

That’s probably the shortest best description of where the disUnited States stands or perhaps kneels today, uttered with matter-of-fact aplomb to me in 2017 by Kris Milligan, the founder, CEO and Editor-in-Chief of TrineDay Publishing and co-author of Fleshing Out Skull & Bones: Investigations into America's Most Powerful Secret Society, the eye-popping book about one occult element of the dark power elite that everybody in America should read but unfortunately won’t.

It’s never good to be the cat's paw, because it means you are the hoodwinked fool and unsuspecting tool of someone or something else. It is an idiom, derived from Jean de La Fontaine’s 15th century fable “The Monkey and the Cat.” In it, a duplicitous monkey persuades a good-hearted cat to retrieve chestnuts from the still-flickering red embers of a fire for the two to share. But instead the monkey quickly eats each chestnut as it is retrieved, and the cat is left hungry and badly burns its paw in the process.

If I am correctly recalling his explanation, Kris Milligan said that America was the cat’s paw among a variety of competing globalist powers, not just two. In other words, our sovereign nation got taken over some time ago. The only question about it, really, is when: After 9/11/01? At the 11/22/63 JFK assassination? Following the post-WW2 infusion of Nazis via Operation Paper Clip? At the 1913 foundation of the Federal Reserve? During or in the aftermath of the Civil War? All of the above, and more, in an escalation of suffocating control, all leading to the perfect moment of total operational fascist management of every element of governmental and corporate function to maximize the biggest human sacrifice in the history of the world to its darkest gods?

Does the historical timing matter? No matter when it happened, you should be operating from the presumption that America is conquered and every Constitution-respecting citizen is the enemy of the occupying regime. The evidence is all around you, with an obvious junta running the White House, invaders encouraged unto mayhem, assassination attempts, corporate media controlled, indie journalists jailed, and nattering necromancer Nancy Pelosi still ruling over Congress like a cadaverous self-acknowledged reptilian-brained Neanderthal power-hungry Grande Mother of bedlam, disorder and death. 

The invaders I warned you about are now taking over apartment complexes and small towns, eating neighborhoods’ pet cats and park lake ducks and shitting on city sidewalks everywhere and symbolically in your face like they’ve got Vince McMahon privilege, not because they have to but because they want to.

I will warn you doubly now that importing Haitians is a bad move. They are a voodoo people, and you can see where that got them if you know anything about the horrific hellish history of Haiti and not just its horrific hellish history with that crazy kidnappin’ Clinton coven, cabal and clan.

Imported gangs taking over poor & disenfranchised sections of blue cities will increase, as will the animal sacrifices that are necessary to the dark occult religions of multiple invading shit hole countries & demonic principalities.

I could see passionate voodoo practitioners easily taking over towns of lukewarm-and-less Christians — in fact, I predict it — with a ladder-graph of church fires sparking upward like we’ve seen across France primarily and Western Europe generally as the antichrist anarchist invaders flex in the face of nationalist and nativist peoples, now ruled by mocking satanic W.E.F. inserts determined to dismantle civil society and terroristically transmogrify what should be a class revolution of elevated minds into a race and/or ideological political Civil War among the lowest common denominator. 

The evil occupying regime has never been more apparent, nor how dulled and somnambulant too much of the populace. To anyone with even a 100 I.Q., it should be obvious the USA is operating without a functioning President — I don’t think he’s dead, but he could be dead — or Vice President. The first black Asian-American retard to be Vice President’s never-ending flight from media scrutiny following that disastrous CNN interview has more blatantly and brutally exposed Veep Kneepads as a blank slate empty vessel that nobody likes and nobody has ever liked and nobody is ever going to like. But the already exhausted Democratic propaganda assault of “Joy” and “Momala” must press on. Their cackling candidate is paper-thin vaporware manufactured in the darkest of dank back rooms in the pitilessly cruel incubation labs of psychological warfare and sexual abuse, given a greased rail through the one-party corrupt California machine that made it easy for her rise but now makes her venal vapidity a major liability, especially when matched against the reality TV star turned reality TV president.  

Veep Kneepads’ many Many MANY political flaws, incompetent attributes, radical leftist anti-Constitutional opinions and brainwashed mental programming will all likely be on display tonight. She’ll totally tongue-tie and hang herself when given enough rope to talk and talk and talk, perilously without notes, even though her campaign was surely given all the questions ahead of time by Disney’s ABC propaganda affiliate. Maybe she’ll have a tiny thing in her ear to help her along, who knows.

But even both of those elements could somehow boomerang for the Death Cult, as so many of their strategies have backfired, like how the silent mic treatment for President Orange turns out to make him appear more measured and disciplined, and, dare-I-say Presidential, when he loses the chance to childishly blurt out insults and interrupt his opponent, especially his big insults that rile his base and raise such patriotic hope but then don’t do anything like “lock her up” or “build the wall” or release the JFK files or Epstein files or anything, really, that challenges the fundamental corruption cancer that’s seemingly threaded through everything today, even my computer baseball league, it’s crazy, crazy, and it’s killed America, yes, I said it, sorry, this is a zombie nation, and while I’m not insisting it can’t be reborn as something else, what it was is dead, get it through your head, the only question is whether it’s all dead or partly dead and whether we’ve got some Miracle Max potion or pill to bite the bullet and probably be forced to shoot a few and take back this land from the psychopaths who reign o’er it like you’d expect demonic despots and deviant freaks would when chaos comes to town to rule. For remember Katniss Everdeen: “The Capitol forces violence out of people who would not ordinarily hurt one another.”

So tonight will be theater, it will be great theater, Theater of the American Absurd in a Grand Guignol nation, blood and circuses, Nowhere Man vs. The Fool on the Hill, all brought to you by Disney, the Rat Kingdom propaganda arm of one claw of the hidden hand among the unknown number of competing factions in our conquered cat’s paw panopticon: Are You Not Entertained?

But ’tis your soul that’s at stake, even more than the country. So keep your eyes on the prize, the exposure of lies, the awareness that comes from the god of the skies, conjuring spirits, arise, arise! Ah, who am I kidding? This way, my dears, to where Democracy Dies. 

Star Trek, S02E07. In this 1967 Hallowe’en episode written by the late great Robert Bloch (Psycho), riffing off his 1957 short story “Broomstick Ride,” the crew of the Enterprise becomes captured pawns in a battle between warlocks and witches on a desolate planet, before discovering they are actually evil aliens. Go figure!