Lionel.:

“It is an article of faith that there are no conspiracies in American life.”— Gore Vidal

[See: Truthscoop on Vidal Submissive Void and; Flash Truther Books.]

Well, I don’t know about you, but I’ve had it. The confusion and inconsistency in message. Disconnected and disconcerting warnings and directions. Turf battles and politicos vying for heralded status as the next 9/11 Rudy. NY’s Goober Guv Andrew Cuomo’s daily rants and raves about his Mama’s sausage and gravy and ventilators, that strange and impossible-to-place accented lilt that indicates roughly a cross between Queens and Zeta Reticili. I can’t stand it. Truly. I’m walking around like some sterile highwayman, masked and confused. Socially distant and detached, demented and delusional as I march about like a penned sheep. We’ve lost our soul, guts and backbone. Ball-less orchiectomized castrati, sad. No end in sight. And as they say on QVC, but wait . . . there’s more.

Tracked! You’ll be forced under penalty of law and with the tantalizing promise of freedom to take an unknown, barely-tested vaccine currently under development by and from self-appointed Vaccine Emperor Bill Gates. But you’ll be so fecking desperate to regain your life and salary and freedom, you’ll do anything. But this isn’t just some usual vaccine. Oh, no siree, Bucko. Nope, this will be administered along with a quantum dye dot via microneedle. But it’s not to track you, no way, Hose B. It’s to allow record-keeping for those poor unfortunates who misplace vaccine docs. That’s all. No big deal. Take off the tin foil chapeau, Sparky. And once your hit with this any health official or cop or whatever will be able to give you the once-over via smartphone app to determine if you’re in compliance. Er, for your own good. Nothing nefarious here. Please. Put down the 1984, Mr. Blair.

STAY SAFE Y'All, we best keep our input clear and clean. Fast and restrict, take control. My Six-Pack,

James Robertson/Crimes Of Empire

PaulCraigRoberts

The Saker

Aangirfan

Unz

Jon Rappoport/No More Fake News

Type tomorrow. To-do list is growing.

Goes; What Hope's Got To Do With It? / Slow church ain't coming./ Forbidden World / Prince of Darkness / ...Nos. five is D'One's freestyle.

Hey, 'least the music rocks.

Protest and peace, to you, and loved ones.

With Forbidden Worlds — Doll by Doll in the mix, carried over from yesterday.

Completed over Monday. Goes up as and when, ongoing and incomplete. When the new post for Tue. goes up/begins, it signals "ready".

Thanks for coming.

Prince Of Darkness

The Indigo Girls.

Sing up, church' isn't just for/on... Sunday/s.

My place is of the sun and, this place is of the dark
And I do not feel the romance, I do not catch the spark
My place is of the sun and, this place is of the dark
And I do not feel the romance, I do not catch the spark
I don't know, when I noticed life was life at my expense
The words of my heart lined up like, prisoners on a fence
The dreams came in like needy children, tugging at my sleeve
I said, I have no way of feeding you, so leave
But there was a time, I asked my father for a dollar
And he gave it a ten dollar raise
And when I needed my mother and I called her
She stayed with me for days
Now, someone's on the telephone, desperate in his pain
(Someone's on the telephone)
Someone's on the bathroom floor doing her cocaine
Someone's got his finger on the button in some room
No one can convince me, we aren't gluttons for our doom
But I tried to make this place, my place
I asked for providence to smile upon me, with his sweet face
Yea, but I'll tell you
My place is of the sun and, this place is of the dark
And I do not feel the romance, I do not catch the spark
My place is of the sun, and this place is of the dark
(By grace, my sight, grows stronger)
And I do not feel the romance, I will not be
(And I will not be a pawn for the prince of darkness, any longer)
Maybe there's no haven in this world, for tender age
My heart beat like the wings of wild birds in a cage
My greatest hope, my greatest cause to grieve
And my heart flew from its cage, and it bled upon my sleeve
Ohh, the cries of passion were like wounds, that needed healing
I couldn't hear them for the thunder
I was half the naked distance between hell and heavens ceiling
And he almost pulled me under
Now someone's on the telephone, desperate in his pain
(Someone's on the telephone)
Someone's on the bathroom floor doing her cocaine
Someone's got his finger on the button in some room
No one can convince me, we aren't gluttons for our doom
I tried to make this place, my place
I asked for providence to smile upon me, with his sweet face
But I'll tell you
My place is of the sun and, this place is of the dark
And I do not feel the romance, I do not catch the spark
My place is of the sun and, this place is of the dark
(By grace, my sight, grows stronger)
And I do not feel the romance, I do not catch the spark
(Grows stronger)
By grace
(My place is of the sun)
My sight
(This place is of the dark)
Is growing stronger
(I do not feel the romance)
I will not be a pawn
(I will not be)
For the prince of darkness, any longer