I don't run to catch the bus.
I run because I'm free.
May 10, 2024
I don't run to catch the bus.
I run because I'm free.
May 10, 2024
What we had was a fairy tale,
a story written and performed
by monsters, a shadow play of
elaborate detail, a hero's
narrative told over
and over
while
we
committed
atrocities in their name,
for their purposes,
our true history
forgotten,
our
moral
guidance
obscured,
our very names lost.
Who are we?
They gave us a brand, long ago.
Now they're rebranding us,
discarding what's no
longer useful
to them,
cutting away
whole family lineages.
They are a false god.
They are a millstone
around the necks of
a hundred million
souls.
May 10, 2024
Jews are dividers.
They cleave in two what should be one,
and mediate between them.
For profit.
Social coin shavers.
This is how they control the individual.
And when they control the individual,
they control the society, and
when they control the society,
they control the world.
Wherever you find a thing divided
against itself, you'll find a Jew
in between, profiting.
They stand between you and reality
(news, entertainment, video games,
virtual reality, smartphones, tech).
They stand between you and your own
body (doctors, dentists, psychiatrists,
pharma, advertisers, industrial food,
vaccines).
They stand between you and reproduction
(in vitro, frozen eggs, birth control, abortion,
porn, infertility).
They stand between you and wealth
(taxes, fees, fines, loans, interest, credit
score, The Fed, banks, inflation).
They stand between parents and children
(hospital births, schools, foster system,
child trafficking, queer/trans religion).
They stand between men and women
(feminism, divorce, gay marriage,
working mothers, men working
long hours).
They stand between you and God,
self-discovery, nature, truth (AI).
Feed the parasites and we suffer.
Starve the parasites and we thrive.
We must squeeze them out.
We must reunite.
We must become whole.
May 10, 2024
When you say "people are simple"
you mean "people are animals"
and then you treat them like animals.
That's the error of hubris.
The correction is humility.
Butchering other men's children
cannot make you immortal,
cannot make you other than
human.
To be human is to be defined by
limitations.
There must be a dividing line
between Man and God.
One cannot become the other.
Just as man cannot become woman,
and woman cannot become man,
Man cannot become God, and
God cannot become Man.
(Christ was resurrected.)
Be humble and rejoice.
To want to become God
is to assume you know
what God is,
which is impossible
for Man to know.
Hubris.
We can't know.
We can't truthfully desire
what is unknowable.
We can only reject what we are.
So be humble.
Rejoice.
Only in death can we get close to God.
Only when we are unbound from our
individuality, our memories, our instincts,
can we return to formless unity, can we
know God.
Again, humility.
We cannot do this in life.
Collectivism is a perversion,
a false unity with God.
It separates us further from God
because it separates us from
who we are, right now, from
what we are, right now.
Simple people know this.
They have always known this.
This is the wisdom of simple people.
May 10, 2024
I don't speak your language, sir. Twice divorced. A million miles away, the terrain looks the same. We are all your sons and daughters now.
April 4, 2024
I heard once the story of an unspoken serenity in the smallest voice of an alien language tuned out from inside an internal dial a frenzied motion to a place of peace in the fraction of a second between constriction and expansion in the little halflife remembered sound unforgotten sleep awakens me to all that isn't me
April 4, 2024
A man proposed that marriage leads to faith, but I have my doubts.
April 4, 2024
I spend all day in a windowless room doing meaningless work in a meaningless room doing windowless work around meaningless people with windowless eyes around windowless people with meaningless eyes I spend all day days gone by bye day hidden away from the sun and the air and the rhythm of life I spend all day in my head with a head full of longing for a window into the heart of the world for the meaning of the skip I skip the eight and the forty for the blip of a laugh in a meal with the flick of a switch and the thump of a bus I spend all day far away from the tolling of the time clock aware I wonder will I ever wander another stream to hear you laugh feel your fingertips touching fingertips we look up into brightest blue sky
April 4, 2024
I see my unhappy childhood like a shadowbox play, a mini drama enclosed inside a greater drama, and in turn an even greater drama I may never recognize. Little people, little hearts, spinning flywheels of grief and pain for so little reason seen from the wider lens of the cheap seats. Where have the radio days gone? The double-edged voice of my mother raised to sing the song of the arrogant Jew, the man who makes the whole world sing, she all unknowing, unaware, aware and knowing only simple, impermanent things. The dog's breakfast. Let's leave the radio on so that he might sing too.
March 26, 2024
The chorus of international actors chanting in unison, "Your race no longer posseses such men." fades to a plaintive whisper when you realize They're wrong.
March 25, 2024