A Good Year for the Roses [Part I]
Well, it finally happened! There was no show on January 2nd, and then the gremlins conspired to stop one from taking place on January 9th. What is it that they say?
Shit happens? Yet, on Sunday, January 16th, Alex Robinson and I finally got together and put out an ourstoric show on the topic of Roses. That’s it below::
The show, being the first of this new year, The Year of the Rabbit, picked up right where we left off last year. Interestingly enough, the image above came from a funeral director’s site. Hm, the jukebox in my skull now queues: “The chairman of this boredom is a compliment collector. I’d like to be his funeral director.”
Those lines happen to be from one Elvis Costello, and as said during the show, I cannot expect you guys to rip out the programs which have been part of the process of defining yourself until I do the same. Speaking of those programs, I guess if someone can’t note the intentional similarity between the rosy lips on the boyish young
men boys in the below photos, it’s simply because they don’t want to!
So so ignorant and so so damn proud of that. It’s exactly the attitude and the willful malice that may have driven one Elvis to abandon the living; the same that blatant disregard with which we so openly honor the memory of the pederasts who enslaved us, while mocking he who tried to liberate us.
But, how can we, nuhamkind, even begin to comprehend the mysteries, if so few of us are willing to look no further than the surface? As became evident in the chat room this week, most who hear the term “human stargate” still think of only of the [rosy] anus, and for lack of better [englicious] terms, get stuck there. Hm, maybe a good reason for all the OpenLeaks, DP Oil Spills and other Miner Immolations?
Moving on, aside from having voices like Harpies, absolutely no talent whatsoever, and honestly, the kind of looks that make them a coin-toss come time for copulation when matched up versus my morning constitutional, what do the two below
actresses, singers, prostitutes have in common? I can’t seem to remember.
For the record, the two above movies, are essentially the exact same story retold through a slightly different metaphor. For anyone who hasn’t figured out what that is yet, this composite, using much of their own crafted imagery should make it a[ss]bundantly clear [warning: revelatory, but graphic, and not for the timid]. Oh, and by the way, that Kris Kristofferson guy, is extra extra extra creepy!
I’m sure that many of you who listened to the show, are now finding out indeed that just as yet another yenta crooned, Everything’s Coming up Roses.” As the show and title have suggested, this process will continue.
A Few Other Arbitrary Celtic Rebel Posts on Related or Similar Subject Matter
|Feb 2011: Blood & Chocolate (Passion)||Jan 2011: A Good Year for the Roses [I]|
|Nov 2010: From Starfish to Stardom||Apr 2010: Boy Toys of the Gay-lites|
Note A: There was an impromptu one hour show last week I did on Blog Talk where I waxed poetically about the lunacy and idiocy of the “truth movement.” In case anyone’s confused, “the truth” is precisely what Morpheus offered his naive neophyte in The Matrix. Said show, may, or may not, ever see the light of day.
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~ by celticrebel on January 2, 2011.
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