I See a Ferris Moon Arising
Despite some WiFi problems in the Czech Republic, I was able to get Ewan from Aferrismoon on the show for a couple of hours at the height of the full moon.
Ewan managed to stay with us for two/thirds of the show instead of the planned five/sixths, and I greatly appreciate him waking up at 4:30 AM his time to join us.
That’s it above [unavailable]. One of the topics broached early was the nefarious bunch of deviants that make/design cereals/serials for programming our kids.
Those mother-fuckers have been at it for a long time. The “24 Hour a Day Human Harvest” as Ewan referred to in his excellent piece, Sweet Hearts of Corn.
The ethnicity of the players may be coincidental (in this case), but the homoerotic intent was no accident. I’ve been writing about anal vampirism long enough to tell you Count Chocolate was designed with said concept in mind [visual evidence].
Two days after broadcast, I was entreated to the above supporting revelation in the opening scene of the season opener of Whore Box Orifice‘s huge social engineering [s]“hit” True Blood. The show, in my opinion, was not too bad in the first two seasons, touching on some interesting concepts, but it’s now pretty much in your face programming and one step away from hardcore gay pornography.
For those unfamiliar, all the übercool vampires are all bisexual. Uncanny, huh? Just like the androgynous zombie “scene kids” busy expressing their individuality in the sordid personal tale of degenerated humanity that I shared during the show.
The first of the above images is right out of the lovely Zionist “News” Rag known as the Huffington Post. Something about the “gulf oil spill” … what else would they be conveying? The latter image (sent in by a different alex), not only reconnects us back to Ewan’s “corn” post, but drops a hint at the origin of the term “cornhole.”
Another topic was South Park’s planting of the GINGER/NIGGER meme, that as Ewan noted, was conveniently sowed on 9/11 [11/9] via 911 [S09E11]. Worth a mention, an uncanny amount of True Blood’s lead females are red-haired. Undeniable, the Medes bring about great influence and can make people’s lives miserable at will [as demonstrated by this poor sod, star of the vid referred to]. Christians have souls???
Speaking of programming, I gather some crunts will respond predictably [as their software subroutine tells them] and find offense at the above photo, while failing to realize that exact same sign is ominpresent in their own slave/work camp that they chose to live in. You want “the truth?” Spielen macht frei! Verstehen Sie mich?
Quite an interesting wallpaper pattern in the home of one Butters? The use of the spirit grid in South Park is fairly continuous. It’s a safe bet that whoever crafts it, has a fairly good grasp of what they’re doing [and hopefully, a day will come, when I need not prove it’s not the shit-sucking vacuous poster boys named parker/stone].
Whether stating the mental trap that 911 Truth represents or the one of ignorance observers of holy days indoctrinate their children, they do so methodically. Maybe a few lucky tykes will be blessed by a visit from Satan aka Old Nick, and feel him coming down their chimney? The ignorant are not blessed! That’s yet another lie.
I’m under the impression that you will find the grid in pretty much every movie ever made (if you have no idea what I’m talking about, you’ll need refer to my old writings, before others “discovered” it). Thanks to one Patricia, I share the above visual support from Disney’s wonderful [stinking turd], Snow White (1937).
Since the seemingly innocuous [on the surface] bikers/fags episode of South Park, it became clear to me that said show does nothing without good reason. And thanks to one Pavs, who sent me the unrelated above [center] image, I realized while watching another old episode of South Park, that the hallway looked rather familiar. Coincidentally, said episode is about boy sex [“Cartman Joins NAMBLA”], where child-sex star “in my butt” Butters volunteers to “take one for the team.”
Unfortunately, due to said wi-fi problems, we didn’t get to the one topic I had hoped to delve into before the show: Zionism. Through our offline talks, I am beginning to supsect that blue and yellow in conjunction represent the Zionists. That bit of trivia makes this “video” sent by one ElizaLegs quite, um, spooky:
I will make the dangerous assumption that most reading my blog (a) don’t have their head lodged firmly up their own rectum, (b) have some idea who controlled/created Bullshit Bolshevism [hint: rhymes with “pews”] and (c) grasp that the most effective way to shape/destroy a society is through the reprogramming its children. Hence, I’ll not take the time to explain why the above was not “chance” but a stream of diarrhea laid on the faces of ignorant viewers [see earlier image].
In a weird bit of synchronicity after the show, ImmortallyWounded appraised me of another random new show on Cartoon Network, called Mary Shelley’s Frankenhole.
Not only is the main theme time-traveling via pink wormholes, but the episode I saw [“Heal Hitler”] had characters arguing over whom was the “donut” (i.e., bitch, or alternately “butt” of the joke) but supported my theory that Frankenstein’s most important part, or reason for being/making was his penis. Oh, and get this, it also suggested Hitler was actually a Jew himself (which, in all likelihood, was true).
The above scenes are my support for why the woman from “Roman” Polanki’s The Ghost Writer brought a certain hole (“O”) to mind. Kudos to Aferrismoon for standing behind his theory that Jackie Kennedy Onassis may have been part of the “inside job” [article linked], to which I’ll add: while wearing the pink dress to match Stone’s later implantation of the “pink spray” in
our the mind.
I contemplated retracting my harsh statement regarding the dead, but while looking for the above pictures, chanced upon some nudes of Jackie which I considered sharing. However, my searching for a decent set took me to some rather bizarre pages featuring questionable, if not, downright disturbing content (the kind which, via fear, you’d back away from as quick as you’d land there), all of which was remarkably high-ranked by [the intel’s] google. Yes, that is also, not accidental.
Alas, one of the closing diatribes was my reView of one disgusting piece of pedo trash [appropriately] entitled Despicable Me (2010). There is so much “shit” in this movie, the parts I focused on were butt a small part [as if picture above doesn’t scream plenty on its own, likely bringing a smile to many blue old wankers].
The aforementioned film stars one inexplicable sudden riser by the name of Russell Brand [also discussed within]. As if being on the cover of Rolling Stone doesn’t already say “bitch-boy” more than even his pose reminds
us potential customers [do note other coded refs on cover), who in their right mind believes this man was Katy Perry’s boyfriend? The only thing those two would have in common, aside from being sorely lacking in the “junk” department, may be a massively damaged anus.
Pop it. Straw it. Stick Puss on your straw. He’ll help you get a serving of yummy-licious milk. Swamp ’em. Find ’em. Swamp your Apple Dippers in Caramel Dip. ANSWER ON BOTTOM.
The latter pic was sent in by my friend Mark, who was flabberghasted to see the display in the open (and how few even noticed it). The above is what the good folks at McDonald’s are advising your children to do with their pussies and anuses when confronted by an erect phallus. A Limited Time Offer: you dumb cunts posing as parents, please queue up for the privilege! And ask your kids what “pop it” means.
Looking at the Stone cover, it’s a safe bet the featured, ahem “artists,” under the 44 are all temple whores, and speaking of which, if you missed the final update to last week’s post … well, don’t! Alex Robinson will be back next week as promised. Get some wine, get a date and join us.
A Few Other Arbitrary Celtic Rebel Posts on Related or Similar Subject Matter
|Aug 2010: Illuminated Observor||Jul 2010: Ferris Moon Rising|
|Apr 2010: Jesus Box Horizon||Mar 2010: The Tsar of Ions|
Note A: Those who’ve been listening know I’ve refused to focus on the Gulf Oil Spill because I refuse to discuss whatever “they” dictate we should. I do feel further vindicated by my thoughts on the metaphoric nature of the event, considering now the media focusing not so much her [Miss Isis] shit (oil), but the farts (methane). If you haven’t seen Lenon’s documentary on the subject, well, you bloody need to. Within the month, he will be back on my show and we will berate many a fearmonger.
Note B: One reason I’d have linked/included nudes of Jackie, other than keeping with this blog’s occasional Rebelicious slant, was not to further besmirch her, but because I was rather stunned at how shaggable she looked in said photos (she was allegedly in her 50’s when they were taken). I did, however, learn that her family lines go back to the Rockefellers, so yes she is “dirty” (coming from oil/shit). I would, from what I’ve seen though, beg to disagree with one Marlon Brando, who being a holy-wood player, and hence so inclined, said he liked her because of her “boyish hips.”