Violating the Stygian Porthole (-)
No! That phrase is not meant to describe what any imagined event that took place between me and my return co-host/pilot Jeremy, but a very real [yet metaphoric] transgression we have suffered at the hands of the Holy Priests of Wood. For those of you who have yet to see it, Hot Tub Time Machine features a character named ViolatoR, and goes heavily into the topics of anal sex, vortexes/twisters, gayness, time-travel and pretty much everything my compatriot and I were discussing during our series of podcasts [if you haven’t heard the last one, shame on you].
For those who’d prefer to miss it, the basic plot summary: if you could go back in time and live your life over again, then if you open yourself up to homosexuality and pederasty, you could end up being one of the richest men on the planet.
While, as previously speculated, I could easily misinterpret our cracking the code, so to speak, as theft of content, there is one particular scene those bastards/pricks lifted directly off one of my previous writings. Again, no surprise there. Despite what the corrupted mystery schools would have you believe, being on the receiving end of sodomy rarely leads to creativity. After all, we are talking about the rectum of the USA. The creative spark lies at the other far end of the spinal column.
That all said, Jeremy was back on this past Sunday [May 30th] and we did a “live” podcast together. That would be it, above.
For the record, Metro Bob was [well, technically] already in the queue before a caller raised the topic Bob had in mind. Nothing personal mate, just bad timing.
There were also some shenanigans afoot in the chat room which I participated in after the show, leading to my booting a troll. I am forced to recall Carissa’s advice about passing a pit of screaming demons. It’s probably best to (a) notice the pit and note its location, and then (b) move on along. If you stand there at the edge shouting back at the demons, you run the risk of getting sucked in.
Speaking of the abyss, I am already there at the edge and feeling rather queasy at the moment. This documentary is taking a lot out of me. All the shit I’ve been talking about had not properly jaded me as I once suspected. It [the shit put out by holy wood] is a lot worse than even I thought it was. I need to finish this message in a bottle and move on. It will have a [strong] effect on most [semi-conscious] people watching.
I’m about 66.6% of the way done with V2 at this juncture, and that is coincidental. I’d like to thank all of you who’ve donated so far, and you will be mentioned.
The above image was contributed by one frequent commenter, “C” from Germany, who has a knack for contributing appropriate and in some cases, inappropriate images. He, coincidentally, sent this in at about the same time I was working on The Matrix revelation of the present documentary. Obviously, someone else picked up on the true intent of Morpheus before I.
However, I would say he [the artist] was wrong on one account. The Blue Pill is the one you take to go back to sleep; the roofie that Morpheus slips you so that he can sodomize you. The Red Pill is the one that allows you to get high, yet stay awake as he probes your rabbit hole. Not much of a choice? Either way, you get fucked!
I’ve been meaning to put out the last recorded podcast of Stygian Port and myself sometime before it becomes irrelevant, and was hoping to release it to coincide with his reappearance on the show, but the doc has kept me too busy. Paulo Samoes has taken the Zardoz portion of the last released podcast and made a video of it. That would be it above.
A Few Other Arbitrary Celtic Rebel Posts on Related or Similar Subject Matter
|Nov 2009: From Starfish to Stardom||Apr 2010: Boy Toys of the Gaylites|
|Feb 2009: Sunday Night in the Foxhole||Jun 2010: Violating the Stygian Port|
Note A: For those unfamiliar with Jeremy/Violator from the Stygian Port, I can only assume you have not heard the fairly well-received series of underground podcasts we put out. They’re like the radio show, but somewhat better, because we curse like Irishmen.
Note B: On the following week, I flew solo and ranted and raved extensively. That post/show, From the G-Spot to the T-Spot, has been [re]moved from within here.
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~ by celticrebel on June 3, 2010.
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Tags: anal sex, california, dreaming, embedded cinema, gay agenda, homosexuality, hot tub time machine, keanu reeves, lucifer, matrix (the), occult issues, pedophilia, predictive programming, rabbit hole, social engineering, spades, spirituality, synchromysticism, tarot, they might be giants, vampires, venus, wachowski brothers