OCCULT ELECTION: Four Months Of Sheer Hell Incoming

In a War of Secret Societies, Perhaps the Only Way to Win is Not to Play

After the occupying regime’s attempts to disgrace, imprison and finally murder President Orange all failed, the puppet President had to go. Notice how orange they made him last night, to imprint a subconscious “Orange Man Bad” sensation about his exit.

“Priests and cannibals, prehistoric animals / Everybody’s happy as The Dead come home / Big black Nemesis, parthenogenesis / No one moves a muscle when The Dead come home…” — Shriekback

“Maybe this world is another planet’s hell.” - Aldous Huxley, The Burning Wheel

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Yesterday was a terrible Terrible TERRIBLE day for America. Though I guess things would be even worse if President Orange was dead instead of Bo Xiden.

The question of Schrödinger’s President remains inconclusive. What did we see last night? Who was that guy? Or maybe what was that thing? 

As usual in Clown World, Law of Inversion Land, Conquered America, there is no certainty. We’ve got an ocean of ambiguity, no tranquility, and lots of easy wiggle room for both the conspiracy theorists and anybody who wants to mock conspiracy theorists (even after years of evidence that pretty much everything and anything of consequence that the occupied government and the controlled corrupt collectivist corporate criminal clown media tell us is a lie).

But that doesn’t mean last night’s sad, pathetic, stumbling, bumbling, “passing of the torch” statement from Pedo Joe was an A.I. insert or a guy in a Mission: Impossible mask or a clone, the three top “WTF was that?!?” speculations being floated on Xwitter, Reddit, the ‘chans. 

It’s possible, I suppose. There were a slew of strange incongruities. Xiden’s “stand down” statement was broadcast with no audience, no news media, no follow up Q&A. The guy looked peculiarly orange, a week after looking pale as a ghost and nearly as dead, and days after allegedly getting Covid (for at least the third time and after his fourth mRNA chemical injection). The speaker’s young-ish hands were a different color from his face, he had what looked like a possible bruise under makeup on the left side of his forehead and another on his chin, which had regained its come&go bumpy cleft. He may have been speaking from the White House or he may have been speaking from the studio across the street in the Eisenhower executive building, which he’s done many times before, while the outside backdrop seemed to be flickering oddly in spots over his left shoulder. 

Moreover, even though the mockers will mock, the A.I. capability speaks for itself, while lifelike Mission: Impossible masks are a reality and have been for decades. Take six minutes to educate yourself, so I never have to hear you ridicule me for thinking it’s possible. It’s possible. Cloning, I’m not so sure about, but I am sure that if they could do it, they’d certainly be doing it. We’re talking modern Mengeles here, a cabal of Faucis.

How realistic are masks nowadays? Realistic enough that legendary New York Giants quarterback Eli Manning could attend a tryout for Penn State’s football team and no one would know. The NFL is big on mocking the muggles, so this “in plain sight” kind of thing is totally on-brand for them.

But are any of those conspiracy theories probable? Is that what happened? I have no idea, but I’m leaning “No.” Schrödinger’s President was most likely part of a different conspiracy plot.

What I think we experienced in the past week is what Bret Weinstein hypothesized a couple days ago and I was ruminating over before Mr. Weinstein beat me to the punch: The Xiden death/coma conspiracy rumors were a psyop to change the conspiracy theorists' conversation away from the failed assassination attempt on Trump, the sloppiest Inside Job I’ve ever seen in my life, and I’ve seen my share and even experienced one or two myself.

This misdirection is a tried-and-true propaganda strategy slight-of-hand, a magician’s trick — Look here! Not over there! — that has been successfully implemented before, via CIA/Mossad/Five Eyes Mockingbird minions, right after a Mass Trauma Event loaded with Official Story™ Swiss cheese holes occurs.

The most recent example took place nearly a year ago, early August, right after the L.I.H.O.P. (“Let It Happen On Purpose”) fires destroyed Lahaina, Maui, and nothing was adding up. Remember the mid-August Burning Man debacle where floods were supposed to lead to all kinds of apocalyptic deaths and destruction? It completely changed the predominant Narrative in the mainstream “news” until it turned out to be a nothingburger on the tragedy front.

I fell for it myself. Shared tons of funny memes mocking the narcissistic Silicone Valley dopes trapped in a mud swamp in the middle of nowhere, ha ha ha. Joke’s on me, though. Everybody stopped talking about Lahaina then, and nobody talks about Lahaina now. Nor do they wonder about all the town’s dead kids, nor do they probably even know about the Kafka-esque insurance company stonewalling hidden-hand-in-glove with government foot-dragging as one-by-one the native residents lose their properties while the circling billionaires wait impatiently for the time when they can buy it all up for a song.

I prayed for Maui. I prayed that the truth would come out about how many people died there. How many children, kept home from school when classes were cancelled, while their parents worked. I prayed that the island’s cold-blooded Mayor and the State’s globalist governor would be revealed for the murder-adjacent despots and stonewalling cover-up artists they are. So far, my prayers have not been answered. But I did get some good laughs out of the misdirection event that immediately followed during Burning Man. The last laugh was on me, however. The Official Story™ is that 102 people died in Lahaina, including three children. That is total bullshit, according to people I know who live in Hawaii, who remain astonished and demoralized by the effectiveness of the coverup of this L.I.H.O.P.

But yesterday’s vomitous parade of pathetic signifiers of the nation’s conquest, the rolling coup d’état only climaxed with…whatever that was we were shown last night. The whole day was programmed, top to bottom, as a relentless flushed toilet firehose of defeat, demoralization, and demonic influence.

Yesterday we saw the treasonous American Speaker of the House, Mike Johnson (R-Swamp) introduce Israel’s Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu as “Your Excellency,” like he was paying fealty to royalty. This unctuous intro was followed by a disgusting dishonest speech from “Benny Nitai,” loaded with spin, hype, secrets and lies that led to nearly 60 standing ovations for one of the worst people on the planet, from some of the worst people on the planet. The day I’m forced to find myself in agreement with The Squad’s Rashida Tlaib is near the day when I throw in the towel on all this shit and leave you to yourselves to figure it out.

She’s right, you know.

Netanyahu is for sure a war criminal. He was a war criminal before October 7th, but he’s a war criminal on steroids now. Anybody who has put in some time to seriously and unflinchingly dig into what went down on October 7th, all the circumstantial evidence screams “L.I.H.O.P.!!!”, just like Lahaina.

But of course this is an Unspeakable thing to say, other than in a couple brave places, like my current fave fearless interviewer, Jimmy Dore, who along with the indie investigative journalist Ben Swann laid out why the October 7th Hamas attack was almost surely a “stand down” exercise, a L.I.H.O.P. media production, much like the black magick ritual of 9/11 and the Molochian child-sacrifice fire of Lahaina and just two weeks back the failed assassination of President Orange in Butler, PA. All conspiratorial plots, using incompetence as an alibi. All lies. In my personal opinion, of course.  

But talking about such “Don’t Trust Israel” things will get me labeled “anti-Semitic,” even though the Palestinians are a Semitic people and even though I keep repeating I’ve got nothing against Jews generally, especially America-First Jews. Instead, what I actually think is that the Israel government and its ruling class are corrupt af in the same way I love the American ideal but know our government and ruling class are evil af. Miserable, death-obsessed wretches who hate us.

Since we’ve mentioned those other Semites, the Palestinians, they were central to another heartbreaking and sickening psyop yesterday, as apparently the Capital’s Keystone Kops got another stand-down order, like on January 6th, adding two more L.I.H.O.P. moments to the list of blood lies.

Palestinian protesters (or literal false flag actors, who knows?), scrawled vulgar graffiti over several monuments and took down the American flags in front of Union Station, before burning our flags and replacing them with the flag of Palestine. No official authority lifted a finger to stop these terrorists for quite some time, while the one guy who grabbed an American flag before it was completely torched nearly got himself killed, which shamed a few cops into doing something to salvage the final American flag before it, too, was burned.

At the same time this was happening, war criminal Netanyahu was spewing his bullshit to his half-filled chamber of AIPAC-controlled war criminal puppets, leaping to their feet to applaud his “Excellency” like terrified apparatchiks before Stalin or groveling demons before Satan.

Speaking of which/witch, “The Devil’s Champion,” Elon Musk/Lone Skum, got a prestige seat in Netanyahu’s private box as the Prime Minister’s official guest. Like a rare and expensive pet. One you’d want to show off.

“The Devil’s Champion” is always seen rubbing elbows with the exact people you’d expect at major events, like Rupert Murdoch at the Super Bowl, or when a war criminal is giving a big speech to other war criminals as they all rationalize their mass murder. Give me credit, murderers: I won’t claim you’ve reached genocide levels yet. You’re just mass murderers. So far.

Everybody’s bad in that Israel-Palestine conflict. Everybody in positions of leadership, let me clarify. The helpless Israeli people and Palestinians, they’re just varying degrees of fucked. I promise this is going to end well for nobody.

Meanwhile, back here in Orwell-land, we’ve got a full-court press to rewrite history, with websites quickly laying the groundwork for stealing the November election, immediately focusing on two top priorities for propagandists to invert or ignore reality and buttress the blatant bait’n’switch atop the unDemocratic Party ticket:

1- Distance if not completely disassociate Veep Kneepads from the invasion at the border, where she was the Xiden fakeministration’s “Border Czar.” 

2- Make discussion of the presumed (by others; I’m not convinced) unDemocratic Party standard bearer’s whore-ish history verboten. 

The first is worst, because it’s literally re-writing history, facts and truth, and it’s being done in a way you can’t combat long-term. “News” organizations are literally “re-imagining” previously published stories, or removing them completely, to adjust perceptions of the Xiden fakeministration’s utter failure at the border and the non-involvement of Veep Kneepads as the so-called “Border Czar” to do a damn thing as the invasion has escalated. There’s also been the removing of research that showed Senator Kneepads was the single most left-leaning Senate member during her four years in Congress.

As for not calling a spade a spade with Veep Kneepads, since I’m burning every bridge on the planet — “There’s safety in numbers, I guess, but I’m going rogue in the Wild, Wild West” — let me express my disappointment in Dr. Naomi Wolf’s Wednesday podcast plea for self-censorship (the “good” kind of censorship?) when it comes to discussion of Veep Kneepads blowing her way to the top.

For someone exceptionally smart who worked in Washington, D.C., and consulted for Hollywood types like Dr. Wolf, it was jarring to listen to her either naive or dishonest implications that women using sexual favors to get ahead in politics or the workplace or society or Tinseltown is something that simply doesn’t happen (or shouldn’t be discussed). 

If I was a total asshole, I’d point out that self-confirmed Yale secret society member Dr. Wolf was a movie-star-good-looking political consultant in her mid-30s in the Bill Clinton White House during the late 1990s, and even now in her early 60s she remains a brilliant and very attractive woman with a slightly plump curvy body that is well-known as the ectomorph preferred by the 42nd president, much like his mother and Monica Lewinsky. But I would never, ever say that because I respect the Dr. Wolf too much and I’m sure it’s got nothing to do with her adamantly expressed worldview that we men need to know our place as innate misogynists and arrested development “fraternity” boys and should just STFU when it comes to Veep Kneepads’ renowned raunchy resumé.

Sex predator Bill Clinton’s White House advisor Naomi Wolf in 1997, during an interview with disgraced sex predator and PBS talking head Charlie Rose, while promoting her book Promiscuities: The Secret Struggle for Womanhood.

Sorry. Let’s move on from Dr. Wolf. I have. You’ll not hear me mention her name again. Trust No One (not even me!). 

Anyway, let me churn up even more disgust. Tucker Carlson, sequestered away in rural Maine, featured the insufferable Squeaky Mike CERN-0-witch on his progressively popular podcast last week. CERN-0-witch is one of the biggest frauds around — in my opinion I’d best say, since that mask-pushing/election fraud denying/Alex Jones’ jock-sniffing dude’s super-litigious, and has the typical bully/coward dichotomy of being able to dish it out but not take it — the one PM I got from him after he shamelessly stole several of the things I wrote to spout them as his own views during a Candace Owens interview a few years ago (in my opinion; maybe it was just a “coincidence,” though the subject matter and phrasing were nearly identical) was to childishly taunt “I know why nobody likes you.” 

As if I give a shit! Still, it’s pretty telling that Squeaky Mike thinks “being liked” as opposed to “doing the right thing” (like not ripping off other people’s work. IMHO.) is such a priority. “Being liked” to a lot of people means going along with the herd, it always has, which means being a child mask evangelist or vote fraud denier for clout when it’s part of the mainstream narrative, and only changing your tune when the cultural winds say it’s time to do so, is nothing I would have been part of. Because I’m either smarter or less compromised than Squeaky Mike, and probably both. 

So Fuck You, Squeaky Mike, and, while we’re at it, So Long Tucker Swanson McNear Carlson, heir to the billionaire bloodline Swanson family fortune and just one of several extremely wealthy and influential journalists we know for sure applied to CIA and were “rejected,” ahem, like CNN’s Anderson Cooper, of the billionaire Vanderbilt bloodline, even richer than the Swansons; and Markos Moulitsas, founder of the radical left political blog Daily Kos. 

Among others. Everyone in corporate media is infected, but now that corporate media has been successfully transformed into a complete joke (though they can still move the needle with relentless message discipline, at least for a short term news cycle), the Mockingbird crowd has has got to diversify with some big names! Remember Walter Cronkite was even more trusted in his day than Tucker Carlson is now, and Cronkite turned out to be the voice of Moloch Owl in Bohemian Grove. Lotta forest in Maine.

As if we don’t have enough supernatural problems, this crew just had their annual IDGAF “Cremation of Care” sacrifice ritual during the annual all-male Bohemian Grove bash, deep in the forests of Northern California, where a bunch of rich and powerful guys — and it’s only guys — symbolically burn their societal sense of responsibility. Here’s a dishy piece of Bohemian Grove gossip, take it or leave it.

People in a better position to know than you or me have told me since my days back in college — when I began realizing Things Are Not What They Seem — that all of history is actually rooted in a war between and among esoteric secret societies: A fave Religion professor, the morbidly obese genius Thaddeus Gurdak (R.I.P.), from my days as a Theology scholarship student at that creepy college in West Virginia; George Whitman (R.I.P.), my boss and the American expatriate proprietor of Shakespeare & Company rare bookstore in Paris, where I worked in the mid-1980s; Kris Millegan, founder and editor-in-chief of TrineDay Press, the “publisher of unpublishable” investigative books; ex-Satanist (or so he says and I choose to believe him, even though his name is still on their Pennsylvania roster) and sacred-yet-profane evangelist for Natural Law Mark Passio; those are just the people who’ve shared that with me personally.

All this secret society bullshit — I’ve turned down “the tap” twice, go away, I don’t want to take any of your vows — and fame-whoring has increasingly developed in me the perspective that “The Only Way To Win Is Not To Play.” Though that might make me stupid, too, since it is advice from 1980s A.I. in a Hollywood movie starring a guy who got away with vehicular murder (IMHO) when he suddenly swerved into oncoming traffic while getting a blow job from his actress girlfriend (according to Hollywood gossip) in rural Ireland. His career survived and prospered, of course. Hers mostly didn’t, also of course. [EDIT: Someone subsequently pointed out to me that the actor & his TV actress wife later acquired a home in Kilcar, Ireland. That takes a special level of Evil mockery, far as I’m concerned.]

So yeah, everybody sucks, even me, what an asshole I’m being today, my disgust doth bubble o’er, thought at least for me we’re not talking about sucking literally to get ahead.

But things are only going to get worse. We just saw the first summer violence in the street go unchecked and unstopped by law enforcement, in the nation’s capital no less, stand down, stand down, L.I.H.O.P., that’s probably what’s going to happen when the nuke finally lands, everybody looking the other way so they can blame it on Clown World incompetence not conspiracy world, as they “never let a crisis go to waste” and seal the trap shut, and if you can’t see what’s going on by this point, well, too bad, too too bad, you’re spiritual road kill, because the Bible said this would happen, and it’s happening exactly as foretold in Thessalonians 2: 

“The coming of the lawless one will be accompanied by the working of Satan, with every kind of power, sign, and false wonder, and with every wicked deception directed against those who are perishing, because they refused the love of the truth that would have saved them. For this reason God will send them a powerful delusion so that they believe the lie, in order that judgment may come upon all who have disbelieved the truth and delighted in wickedness…”

So that’s it. We’ve been at this a long time now, years, and the blatancy of the lies to your face have only become more and more arrogant and mocking. People who still eat this shit up like it’s chocolate…well, I guess that’s your dark destiny, the remnants of some damnable unforgivable sin and rejection of God before we all got here in this material world of paradox and parallel and inversion.

If you’re a bad person, if you hate the truth or can’t see it, if you bought every psyop that’s come down the pike in the past six years from Russiagate’s piss tape to Butler, PA’s “lone wolf gunman” to “Democracy is on the ballot” (which is actually true, except in an inversion), if you think Trump’s the last antichrist standing (which he may be, though I sure hope not) even as you effortlessly flip your godless worship from Pedo Joe to Veep Kneepads (sorry, doc!), then you are under a divine/profane illusion that’s probably a result of your karmic fate: You’re an eternal lawless loser, a rebel against God who failed, the Legion of the wickedly deceived, and your endgame is to suffer powerful delusion unto soul negation. 

I don’t see how anybody can much be on the fence at this point. The sides have been set. The cleaving is clear. The End, near. So let’s get this Masque of Red Death party started and see who’s left standing on Judgment Day. The masks are off, after all. Well, most of them.

I really don’t have anything left to say, so here’s a stock photo of a puppy and a kitten to help make you feel better about things.