Although I advertise earnest intentions of terminating myself (and hence my writing) without notice, Substack may disappear before I do
We* can only pray that "Designated Survivor" was premonitory
The United States Congress includes one hundred senators, two from each of the fifty states. Their common bond is being morally compromised to at least a degree requiring, by any objective standard, expulsion from government and incessant, ferocious shaming overtly intended to provoke swan dives from the roofs of Manhattan and L.A. high-rises.
But “low-level” offenders in this coterie of twats are rare and getting rarer; in at least eighty to eighty-five of the hundred senatorial cases, mere procedural censure coupled to relentless and untrammeled future harassment is far too lenient. For these criminals, conventional beatings with fists and feet about the head, face, face and groin area are warranted, and that’s just to open the retribution party.
Such primal forms of bloodletting should become the ultimate fate of all thieves and turncoats in positions of power, but I’d be satisfied with a mere half-dozen examples in the year or so before I grant myself a permanent vacation from all the stupid and worsening bullshit from our “leaders” and the people controlling them and other compromised actors—across the government, within the media, and throughout what used to be a useful-enough educational system.
Most Americans who seek to become members of the U.S. Senate—which, as implied by the previous three paragraphs, is less an august legislative body than an assortment of outright shambling whores—start out as moral degenerates. America’s elite universities are, more than ever, shepherding an army of gibbering legacy-pigs into the corporate pipeline; even those who initially put up token resistance are soon seen waggling their bare, freshly shaved crotches all over Capitol Hill, on K Street, and everywhere else in Washington that constitutional principles and souls are traded for money and influence.
None of the people involved “need” any of this money, not even to be conventionally wealthy. They need it to further enrich and empower the absolute swine who decide who gets to be a senator in the first place. These people should all be murdered, although since they’re all pests, a more proper term is exterminated.
And they want our votes. Which some of you will eagerly supply.
I have no qualms speaking in apocalyptic terms because This Is It. I’ll grant that I’m unhappy for many of my own reasons and have been regularly looking for an excuse to depart the realm of conscious experience for a long time, with quitting drinking in 2016 instead of finding a way to freeze to death or suffocate on my own vomit in some piss-filled trench being among the dumbest things I’ve done on a long list of dire miscues.
Michael Bennet is one of the aforementioned U.S. Senators for whom shaming is far too mild. He was rich before he was elected, and he’s either sufficiently stupid or sufficiently arrogant to have publicly admitted what everyone already knows, which is that he and his 99 colleagues all profit illegally from the stock market (and seriously, why has no one flown an airplane into the New York Stock Exchange yet?).
Since Bennet represents Colorado, I could call him one of “my” senators. The other one is an old rich guy named John Hickenlooper, a former beer-brewer who for his part should be infected with a massive titer of rabies virus and belittled mercilessly as he dies an agonizing, foaming-at-the-face-anus death, the heels of his expensive loafers drumming on the floor with impressive force for such a fundamentally weak and flawed turd of a human being.
But neither one of these clowns is, in fact, “my” anything. I do not identify with them at all. I just live here. U.S. Senators are lawless pricks who all deserve cancer. In many cases, most of their family members are in on the America-dissolving grift and should also be excised from the biosphere by dint of A Clockwork Orange-level violence. Indeed, Bennet deserves to be beaten until a prissy, Justin Trudeau-like, yet still blood-curdling falsetto flies out of his face-anus (from which a few teeth will by then have been knocked out with either a rusty railroad spike or a 240-volt vibrator), one that would scatter hardened tomcats two blocks yonder.
Although in no way debatable, some of the preceding bombast would perhaps benefit from an explanation.
Bennet and Sen. Peter Welch of Vermont recently introduced the Digital Platform Commission Act of 2023, with the aim of creating a federal agency that could remove any website from the Internet and punish its owners for its content. That’s not how these pricks are framing this, of course; they’re pretending they want to rein in the dangers of Artificial Intelligence.
You might want to pause at this point to see how much news coverage this bill is getting.
This all happened after creepy-looking techbro Sam Altman, the CEO of Open AI and a man who will probably soon be found with naturally unintelligent child pornography in his possession, testified before Congress suggesting just such an agency might be necessary.
The bill trots out the usual canards about misinformation and disinformation polluting the digital environment, which the government prefers to keep tidy by disseminating its own, and only its own, disinformation.
It also calls for “enforceable behavioral codes.” A failure to adhere to these would result in an “order,” which could translate to “no more Internet for you.”
If you think I am reading to much into this, consider the playing field. The media are not covering this bill. At all. By design.
And since reporting began emerging in December about the outright censorship being imposed and the lies being promulgated on social-media platforms by every three-letter agency imaginable, the government has been able to use MSNBC, and to a lesser and failing extent CNN, to prop up many of its lies about covid, Ukraine, Russiagate, 1/6, Israel/Palestine, the economy, forced and toxic metafaggotries, and so on.
But the government is also aware that far too many people with sizable platforms know far too much about its actual machinations and what these are intended to accomplish. That’s why it’s moving quickly to simply classify everything it doesn’t want visible on the internet as a “U.S. national security threat” and its creators traitors, so that it can seize control even from the aware and the overly gregarious. That’s why Substacker Matt Taibbi is being harassed by the Internal Revenue Service. We don’t live in a democracy.
Witness, also, this move:
The U.S. is a member country of the World Health Organization, in effect owned by Bill and Melinda Gates. Bill Gates is a flat-out psychopath who knows that the public, while remaining dismally ignorant of how much damage the mRNA shots have done and continue to do, is at least too skeptical of these new “vaccines” to take them anymore unless forced to.
Gates is trying to ensure that we’ll* have to. If we don’t, no more traveling, and, well, we saw what happened to the bank accounts of Canadian truckers who protested the policies of their transgenderoid despot of a Prime Minister. We saw what happened to the PayPal accounts of people who told too much truth about the real origins of the hostilities in Ukraine and Russia. Those episodes were mere stalking-horses for what’s to come, right here at home.
On the issue of what people can and cannot say, some of the media headlines have gone beyond the ridiculous and into the outright dystopian. For example, here’s a snippet from a recent “Images only” post.
When you get past the sordidness of the thesis itself, you might also notice that here you have a Jewish person writing an article about the joys of democide, in a scientific publication. Where have I heard that before, the idea that carefully pruning the human gene pool of substandard meat would lead to a better outcome for superior races? Does Stephanie Feldstein have any older relatives?
Are you fucking kidding me, SciAm?
Yet this is a minor absurdity among those connected to Israel and Jews that are currently circulating. It’s already well known that many of the soldiers being sacrificed in the Ukraine war are Nazis—not “neo-Nazis,” Nazis—and that American Jewish celebrities like Jon Stewart have been seen pinning medals on people with swastika tattoos visible. Yet the corrupted-beyond-belief Anti-Defamation League and its insectile CEO, Jonathan Greenblatt, are full-throated in their support for Ukraine and its equally full-throated Jew-haters.
But this is all about liberating the good people of Ukraine from the clutches of Putin, amirite? Not cash for arms dealers and BlackRock?
This one actually made me laugh:
Maybe the word “apartheid” is a little strong for some people’s liking, but an apartheid state is exactly what Israel is. It was established as such, and a historical excuse was made for the arrangement. You see, as I understand it, a long time ago, a bunch of people invented a demented god they called YAHWEH. Their texts were authored by men; their god, not surprisingly, had all of the characteristics of a human male with an IQ skidding around between 55 to 80. He was a capricious, bellowing id, guided by the need to rape, steal, enslave, destroy, and somehow be appreciated as loving and wise all the same.
“YAHWEH” made up rules, and the people who invented him—who probably shat in holes they made in the desert floor with walking sticks and then shuffled away toward the next oasis without a thought of wiping—applied those rules. At the time, a lot of this made sense, especially the part about not eating pork. (In the thousands of years since, the process of curing ham has proven sufficient to largely eliminate trichinosis.)
Eventually, the religion of these people, which they largely inherited from the apocalyptic myths of pre-existing cultures, was co-opted and modified by people who called themselves Christians. It was also co-opted centuries later by people who live to the east and south of where Israel has been since its inception in 1948.
These people are ethnically similar, but they have been fighting for centuries over the differences in their myths. One might argue things are more complicated than this, but it’s a fact that these people want to kill each other, and somehow the United States and its taxpayers are on the hook for $3.8 billion a year to protect Israel from its enemies.
Why is it the foreign policy of this one Asian country that’s off limits for debate among American citizens, including Jewish ones?
I know a disproportionate number of Jewish people, considering my general path through life. The ones I’m friends with now agree with me on the sickness of all of this and what an affront it is to everyday Jews. They would agree that if everything is antisemitism, then nothing is, which is deeply dangerous. And one of them, a boomer, even told me that history has funny arcs, and the people claiming that some Jews are acting like Nazis—including the Prime Minister of Israel himself—are on point.
Prominent Jews who speak out in any way against Israel or Jewish excesses, however, or even hint at it—Glenn Greenwald, Katie Halper, Max Blumenthal, and Mark Levin, to name just a handful—are punished as severely as the systematic diminution of their platforms allows. They’re called “self-hating Jews,” which is as credible as the “Uncle Tom” label any black person gets for suggesting speaking ill of BLM, a massive pro-racist grift that has benefited mostly ugly white females while helping ruin the lives of millions of black people. By design.
But I would say these things anyway. This is all horseshit. I live in the United States. I know my rights. I don’t have a fervent natural inclination to focus on the sins of any particular identity group or fling gratuitous opprobrium anyone’s way, but when I’m repeatedly told not to talk about certain people, it’s generally—no, always—because some of those people are up to no good.
If I feel like it, I can declare myself a fundamentalist End Times Christian and begin rooting for hellfires from the Syrian military to ravage Tel Aviv, because if I have my eschatology right, that would be a sign of the impending Rapture. (I just have to remember to have the right clothes on when that happens, and a reddish-brown cow is involved.) That would surely make me an asshole, but anyone who thinks someone should have their travel privileges or even bank accounts zapped for running their mouth about an endless religious war overseas is far worse.
We don’t. Live. In a democracy. But 99.9 percent of us are in the same boat, no matter our faith or lack thereof, no matter our color or family histories. There are—by design—some exceptionally dismal Jews pulling the levers of policy right now, along with dingleberry-caliber blacks, cheerfully dissembling Asians, ineptly gibbering Muslims, and flagrantly lying homos. Christian zealots, meanwhile, are lying in wait, and standard white people continue to account for most of the societal carnage.
These hyper-avaricious functionaries do not represent anyone or anything except themselves and their paymasters. There are no guardrails on what they do. And if any of them believe in any sort of judgmental celestial-style god, they must be terrified of one day meeting him, her, or them.
But the only god anyone in this pool of rank disposables really believes in is power. And as an American, I don’t feel inclined while I last to simply hand it over to any of them unchallenged, whatever their lame cover stories.
In this, I hope I am less alone than I usually feel.