Posted in Rants, Reality by waldopaper on July 28, 2015

Soap-dish Madness   


“I have emotion about this.  I’m losing it…  We… have been waiting so long… for someone to listen to us.”  — Ruppert

It’s some sort of madness that goes with the collapse.  We all have it.  Some of us are carriers- others are immune.  Just realized that Mike Ruppert offed himself.  One of the great american writers of our time: apocalypse, man.  

Either skied it out or forgot about it.  Reality now seems to move more quickly, flickering images of elephant with room for a pony,  Creative dementia is sorting broken memory china after another shelf has collapsed.  Gather the whole ones, and make room on the shelves still standing.  Of course that adds weight.

Mike went too far down the rabbit hole.  You can see disassociation in this conversation here. Disassociation usually starts with denial. Even Hunter Thompson was not hardened to it.  Mike had nothing left but the heavy plates that wouldn’t break and the last shelf fell down.  Now the rabbit hole is coming to you.

Tiny disassociation bubbles clump together in denial liver, rupturing into full-blown fugue. That’s where the rabbit hole ends. Reality Based Community is where the hole is outside and apple inside.  Not always a happy place. An hour into Collapse, you could see it in his face.

Mercenary is the oldest profession.  We’ve all done it.  Somebody wants something done, and they pay you to do it.  For whatever reason.  Sometimes so they can save better jobs for themselves… like casting.  Guys talk about women too. “Did you see…” yeah, right.  Wear a hat and you don’t have to see what you shouldn’t be looking at.

It’s called “objectification” and it’s nasty.  Sometimes we get paid to hire other mercenaries to hire other mercenaries and so on.  Dissociation is meme epidemic.  Memepidemic.  Whatever.  Caught the soap-dish madness back in ’15.  Back when Webster Tarpley found a voice and YouTube lectures had double-digit views.

Red Storm Rising.  Donetsk is news.  One word does better with dis ass in it.  Call it soap-dish madness for now.  Memetic pandemic die social.  Biblical pole dance over us and them in some kind of schema strip-joint.  Feelings painted on faces whore in the holodeck trying to make their way home and home is where the heart is breaking.

Into a run with whole lot of fun with rookies and road kill baking. Learned to be a feminist the hard way:  experience.  Only trouble with feminism now is that the girls fucked it up. Now I am a sexist pig by today’s standards.  Lincoln was a racist pig by USA 1850s standards.  We are children of our time.

Hormonal neurotransmitters must be understood because perception affects culture, language and brains.  You smell poop.  Shise.  It’s a German thing.  Like Rationalism.  Like  Paradigm shift.  Germ theory, antisepsis and the US Civil War   Germ-fear boosts profits 100 years later with Ed Bernays et. al., and we get super memes… ah- germs.

The idea is to “…make drugs that do not kill the bacteria – and thus do not induce resistance – but instead stop them from becoming harmful.”    What a concept!  Really.  “Left-field approach.”  Like socialism. “Bacteria, like football fans, are harmless on their own and become bothersome only when in large groups.”

They had other profound revelations in the 1860s too, like “slavery sucks,” and overnight everybody was a radical “abolitionist.”  Like “treehugger” was in 1970.  Like :  “socialist” was yesterday.  You know why some poor folks’ homes are dirty?  There is a form of energy efficiency common in the Victorian era.

It takes a lot of energy to clean to rich folks’ standards, and energy costs money.  If you rich, it aint shit.  But if you poor, the cost is going to hurt more, one way or another.  Before grandma got vacuum cleaners and electricity, rich folks had servants to clean… back in the days when horsepower was horse power.  Slaves were slaves.

Names can sting, especially if they’re true.  What does the term, “airhead” mean to you?  Life-giving oxygen?  Probably not.  Same as Free Markets to a Schiff-bot.  Disparaging feelings makes me cruel.  Criticizing capitalism makes me a fool.  Linking capital and gender is a short digression.

What is the oldest profession?


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  1. waldopaper said, on July 30, 2015 at 3:10 pm

    Reblogged this on COALITION OF THE OBVIOUS.

  2. robinonfoot said, on July 28, 2015 at 3:35 pm

    Maybe you’re not justifying anything….. but we get what we get, and we can’t throw a fit.   Does no good.  Either eat the shit, or leave the table.   Maybe take a handful with you, eh?   Welll, onward….   I still like your posts, for a couple of reasons.  I learn things, for one.   I have not seen collapse.   I should watch the whole of it, but I watched Ruppert fall apart and that is enough for me for awhile.   I saw Dad in that face.   For another reason, you play with words so well…. and it’s fun to ski along on ’em a bit… even when they hit an icepack and I slam into reality or a supposition I don’t like.   Thanks for sharing.   r

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