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Wow. I discovered a few things recently. First, that there is a thing called “MGTOW.” This means “Men Going Their Own Way.”

Seems right up my alley, don’t it?

Fuck yeah. I’ve been all about that for…a long, long time.

If you’re new to this concept, here’s a handy dandy video:

According to this, there are a few levels.

1. Level One MGTOW. Here’s a dude who realizes what women are really like, yet suffers and goes through the motions in order to get laid while in a long-term relationshits, or to get married, and-or to have children. This was me from 2000 to 2004. And from 2007 to 2011.

“Purple Pill Man,” as he’s called, is a believer in the NAWALT (“Not All Women Are Like That”), and searches and searches for that rare, elusive unicorn—that woman who is not a clone of every other woman out there.

I’ve come across a lot of brothers like this. They sometimes tell me: “You just haven’t met the right girl” or “Oh, you’ll find someone who’s right for you” when I try to talk about this stuff… They simply do not understand that I do not wish to find anyone, anywhere, for any reason. Not even if she’s into everything I’m into and wants to live in the wilderness, too—not even if she’s a cute, hard-working mute who wants a cabin a few hundred yards away from mine, where we’d just visit each other from time to time.

[Me, I know there are some very rare women who are different—personally, I just don’t care anymore. I don’t need any woman and I have better things to do anyway. Even if I didn’t, I think I’m too far gone—feminism has destroyed all hope for me, and now I’m far too cynical and mistrustful. If I did care, I mean. Honestly, in moments of extreme loneliness, or extreme lustiness, I do have weak periods in which I *think* I could stand a woman for a while.

Yet it fades pretty quickly, thank God.

I’ve had two offers of sex over the last two years, and, thankfully, I was able to turn them both down.

Good to know that after three years by myself, I have remained strong.

Strength is the key to freedom…]

2. Level Two MGTOW. This guy stays clear of marriage, co-habitation and long-term relationshits, but “dates”—fucks—women here and there. This was me from 2004 to 2006.

3. Level Three MGTOW.
This edified fellow doesn’t “date” women at all, and limits his interactions with women whenever and wherever possible. Me from 1997 to 2000, and from 2004 to 2007.

4. Level Four MGTOW. This clever chap believes in limiting contact and interaction with the State as well as most people, in addition to women. And “ghosts” it for the most part (stays off society’s RADAR). This guy would be the ultimate Zeta Male.

Here is where I’m at—2011 to present.

Neat. I’m part of another movement and didn’t even know it.

That was the second thing I discovered recently—that I’m a Level Four MGTOW.

The third thing is that I am also what is called a “Zeta Male.”

Interesting stuff. Great to see men of all ages starting to free themselves from the system and from the women who witlessly keep us shackled to it.

Fuck them. Fuck the system. And fuck the mangina clowns, the religious shamers, and the “white night” cocksmokers who try to manipulate and ridicule us back into this rigged game of horseshit. One of the rigged games, anyways.

“Take responsibility,” they parrot. “Do your duty,” they tell us. “Be a man,” they say. “Man up,” they squawk.

Man up?

Man up your ass!

I’m no longer a slave. I don’t work on Maggie’s farm no more…

Anyway, not that I need or want titles, I just found it quite interesting. And overall inspiring—after seeing and meeting so many pathetic, deluded, or-and hopeless men in cages, it’s awesome to see so many busting the fuck out.

In other news, I’m in Edmonton, trying to get my shit together before heading back to the coast. I spent 10 days in detox and got off everything—quit smoking as well. I’m about to start an exercise program (had to wait due to another back injury…more on that below) and get back into shape.

Yeah, I got some X-rays taken. My knee is fucked—something grinding in there. And my lower back appears to have major damage to the ligaments/tendons, which seem to have been yanked out where they connect in a few places, from that stupidity last summer. But I did something similar back in 2006.

Surgery might be an option, although this may tie me up (and I’ll get out of shape again and have to waste more fucking time, after recovering, to build myself up again) for months…and I won’t be able to return to the coast until the summer.

And where would I stay in the meantime? I’m homeless. I could not impose on anyone—and Jordan has helped me enough.

So, in short, fuck it. I’ll have to suffer and tough it out—get into shape as best I can here, and just be careful next time I head out.

For fuck sakes, never think that you can get into good physical condition while doing dangerous shit alone—don’t be a tit like I was. Get into shape first—you will prevent costly and unnecessary injuries…

That is all for now.

Oh, and as for Christmas—bah humbug.

Do something for someone else on a day of the year that doesn’t obligate you. Think for your-fucking-selves!

And stop buying shit, you wage serfs…

But I know you won’t, so “have a nice time with friends and loved ones,” yadda yadda…



A wiseman stopped to meet a madman, who said,

Let them think you’re inept or stupid.

Lazy, predictable.

Hide your wisdom and let them see the fool.

Act the fool, and keep acting it.

Dunce cap, wizard hat.

Wink a stoic wink unseen.

“Mask your nature, your soul, not your heart,”

Like the mother’s sometimes say.

Sometimes, some of us need to be subtle to stay alive…

Stay clear the bright lights. Stay clear crowded boxes.

Spit out their pills.

The more predictable you are, the less they’ll notice.

Seek the truth and do not fear pain.

Move somewhere quiet and small.

Keep shit to yourself.

Think strategically. This uses logic and intuition.

Like a game of chess, but it’s your life—and others’ lives—going on for a hundred years.

If you lose, you and everyone you know will suffer.

It will take patience and discipline. But you can win.

Like the fathers say,

“Surrender your ego.”

Lose a battle to win the war.

Slash your ego to bits so it cannot betray you.

Rip your Self apart…

Don’t play their game.

“Use their words, their definitions, and you’re done,”

Said the desert guru,

“You cannoy change the beast from inside. So many before have tried.

You only get devoured.”

Stay on the edge.

Remain aloof. Remain bizarre.

Think inwardly and examine yourself.

Know yourself better than your enemy knows you.

And they know you well.

They watch you every day.

They watch everyone you know.

There’s a virtual you wandering through a simulation somewhere.

All the data, from all the sources—metadata—such as what you did today, gets relayed into the program.

The youbot gets updated.

And the think tank ponders a better mouse trap.

Just keep it up.

Once you’re humbled, it won’t matter.

No pride, no shame.

Nut. Nutbar. Fruitcake. Lunatic.


You fool.

I fool.

When you have nothing left to lose, anything is possible.

Think ahead and plan how and when and where to make your move.

Remember, wisdom can come from anywhere.

If a ragged, stinking nomad told you there was dung on your sandals,

And you look down, and you see dung on your sandals,

What matter that he was ragged and stinking?

Stay healthy. Stay fit.

Practice. Train.

Let them think you don’t want to escape.

It’s a small facade, and once you’re free, never lie again. You won’t need to.

Only the righteous can defeat the army of apathy.

Let them think you don’t care.

Let them think you’re corrupt and empty.

Let them think they broke you.

Then run, you fool.

The wiseman finished:

“See what’s right,

Kill your Self,

And then unleash what’s left.”

The madman nodded, and they walked to the mountain.

On September 11th, 2001, I watched, on the TV, some planes hit a couple buildings in the US—and I laughed. Sure, I was in a vicious anti-american state of mind back then, so I wasn’t just laughing at an aggressive, arrogant, war-mongering nation getting some payback (finally!)…I was laughing at its overall absurdity. Like giggling at the Three Stooges when you’re stoned—it’s so odd and makes no sense, but somehow you sense something which gets its wires crossed with something else, and wham: hilarious.

Yeah, I laughed. People dying—even arrogant Americans who support their government doing this kinda shit to poor people in other countries, and grossly enjoying the benefits of other people’s death and horror and loss and suffering…even people who might have it coming, well, even these people dying—isn’t funny. I don’t laugh at death unless it’s a TV show or movie that’s so corny or fake that I can’t help it…

Corny and fake…

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Fucking cunt!

Your mind can see things before you can consciously register it—your mind, my mind, everyone’s mind. It’s perception. I think I perceived a lot on that day, and the days that followed, which told me the whole works was a crock of shit. Of course, I’ve never trusted governments, politicians, corporations, religions…so my head doesn’t have to wade through the muck they spew—I automatically dismiss everything they say, everything they claim, and so I start thinking about the real reasons—the truth—without having to go through the process that most people seem to go through (fighting through that double-think, breaking free of that innocent babe-in-the-woods mentality: Would the government lie to me?—Is the State engaged in things they keep secret from the public?—Could they really do that, omg!?—et cetera).

Frankly, with the amount of history I’ve read, and with the depth of insight I’ve gained into the minds of those who rule (and have always ruled—in a fundamentally identical manner, regardless of any “type” of government), there is generally no claim to which I’d have a knee-jerk reaction of “No, they wouldn’t do that!”

Yes, Sir!—they would do that. They are capable of anything. Any fucking thing. The biggest serial killer, mass killer, in the history of planet earth is the Government, the State, the Empire. No other being or entity or person or group or effect, disease or disaster has killed more humans on this planet than governments. They have been the biggest weapon of mass destruction in history—from 6000 BC to present. Purely brutal, calculating, remorseless, demented butchers.

When we’re conditioned to blindly follow rules, we’re conditioned to blindly trust those who invent these rules—and blindly obey those who enforce those rules. A-U-T-H-O-R-I-T-Y.

The Almighty Authority. The Right Honourable. Your Grace. Your Excellency. Your Majesty. My Lord. My Lady. Master & Mistriss. Mr & Mrs. Sire. Madam.

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The Leader.

The most conditioned among us live constantly in denial and are incredibly, painfully naive—like a child living in a colourful room full of toys and stuffed animals; outside, the world may be grey and in tatters, with disease and gangs of starving, ruthless thugs roving about, and pets that have gone feral, amid general destruction and filth and decay…but inside, that child-like person sings happy songs and plays games and giggles and will not look out the window—or the window has been painted over with bunnies and rainbows…harmless, non-threatening things…’happy things,’ childish things. That child thinks the whole world is just like the contents of that room. That child can’t be told any different.

The infantilized person will never “wake up” from this kiddie reality. This type of person, obviously, will never believe that everything is not yummy-sunny-happy everywhere, except for a few “bad people” who are bad because whatever reason the State has said they are bad. A State-approved Doctor will give us the reason, and of course a pill will fix it up nicely.

Thank you, ma’am.

Anyway, I mention that because I won’t try to reach out to those types of people. Never. It’s pointless. Their brains are clogged with immature memes—that pig-headedly resist competing memes—it’s like telling someone who just free-based smack that heroin is a terrible drug.

“What? Dude, fuck off—you’re killing my buzz!”

So, I won’t try to ruin anyone’s fun, of course. I just might be accused and charged with the crime of “being too serious.”

So those types can sit and wallow in their smiling, seeping, sickly sweet comfort zones. No problem. I’m not here to try to convince you guys of anything. In fact, if one of you is reading this…just go away. Go watch TV, read a celebrity magazine, or go shopping at the mall; this topic is not for you.

Now that 90 percent (9 out of 10) of the readers have gone, I’ll continue…

Back to my point: I never bought 9/11. It smelled like shit from day one, and I don’t eat shit, even if I’m told it’s tasty chocolate. I told someone after it happened that “they”—the US government—probably did it to themselves (not that they provoked an attack from an area and a people they’d been fucking with for decades—no: they planned and carried out an attack against their own country…for some reason). As time went on (wars in Afghanistan and Iraq; war on “terror”), it made a bit more sense why they did it—the fact that they did it was never in question. The only question was why. All the whys. The reasons.

A few years later, I tried to find out more what those reasons were. I found out a little, then watched “Fahrenheit 9/11.” And I later started a thread on the subject in the old GF Melee forum. Honestly, I was astounded by those who could not open their minds to any other (non-State-approved) point of view.

Here was when I was confronted with the following notion: “conspiracy theory.”

I didn’t really understand that, and I still don’t. It seems that anything that challenges government-corporate-sanctioned big-media dogma gets this “conspiracy theory” label. I just don’t get it. As I stated back then, a conspiracy is when two or more people enter into an agreement to do something. Hey, Joe, wanna go get a coffee? “Sure,” he says. And that’s it. They just conspired to do something. That’s all it means.

But it’s become something loaded with all sorts of connotations—extremely negative connotations which imply various things, all designed to cause people to instantly dismiss it. Without thinking about it for a single fucking second—just dismiss it. It’s a manipulative control tactic employed to silence alternative opinions and to pre-empt things called “questions.” It sways opinion by steering something into the extreme and absurb. Example: someone mentioning “The New World Order” can be silenced by the following: “Yeah, right! I guess you believe David Icke, too? Well, go put your tinfoil hat on!”

What’s happening here is that something (for which evidence can be found) is being ridiculed and dismissed by linking, associating it with something else (for which no evidence can be found). See how that works? I forget the name for this ploy, but it doesn’t matter. You can discredit something by having it touch something crazy. And thus have it become contaminated by craziness atoms.

Wash Fucking Hands

In in my example, two separate ploys were used:

1. The NWO reference was associated with David Icke, who speaks about the NWO, for which evidence can be found, but who also speaks about reptilian shape-shifters, aliens, and other flaked-out crap for which no evidence can be found.

(Again, I’m not saying aliens don’t exist. I’ve been into that before—yeah, I was into alien shit (knee-deep) for years—but it goes around in circles. There’s never anything new, once you’ve covered the basics, and there’s never any proof. All these people over all these years seeing things and being yanked away from the earth up into some ship or whatever, and no one has ever grabbed an alien something-or-other off an alien table (an instrument, a thingamajig, a sample of something, anything whatsoever) to show others later? No one has, in thousands of cases—there’s been no physical evidence?

“But but but the government goes after those people and steals the proof!!!!!!!!!!!1112″

Bullshit. No one’s ever had alien DNA under his or her fingernails? Jesus, you can’t even commit a crime today without leaving some particle, some trace of yourself, behind, as evidence that you were there.

“What about all the tens of thousands of UFO sightings OMFG !!?!?!?”

Firstly, seeing something weird in the sky is not proof of anything but something weird that defies description—it is not a physical object which can be held in your hand, tested, shown to others, et cetera. An image, a photograph, does not prove something is of alien design. Secondly, a UFO is an unidentified flying object—it’s something unknown. It doesn’t mean it’s automatically alien in origin.

No, there is something going on, obviously—but I feel it’s just a mass distraction. Nothing else makes sense.)

2. The NWO reference is stuffed into the subject matter of those who believe they’ve been abducted by either government agencies or alien entities and have had tiny mechanical implants embedded in their heads—these devices give and receive signals, apparently, and the use of tinfoil applied to the head, evidently, blocks these signals.

(Not that I think this is far-fetched; I think it’s possible, but why? You can control people through all sorts of means without having to go through such an expensive and elaborate drama to attach some gadget to someone’s head. There are cheaper, more effective ways to control people. Like the movie, “They Live.” The premise is silly. Subliminal (text) messages aren’t needed to get people to do what you want. Symbols do it just fine. Psychological manipulation—it’s a science. School, TV (and now computers and the internet), social pressure on an obsessively material, shallow, product-acquiring lifestyle beginning at a young age, combined with shame and ridicule…are more than enough to get people to do what you want.

Besides, no one’s ever had one of these devices removed and taken to a lab or something? Not even photographed, witnessed by as many people as possible?

“But how else can they keep track of you!!!!???”

It’s a device called a “cell phone”—people carry these voluntarily, you know. With the iPhone and its counterparts, there’s really no need to tag and track people the way they do with animals.

Tracking Slaves

Plus, there are cameras everywhere, and every time you use your debit or credit card they know exactly where you are.

Then again, I’m not saying they will never do this to us (install chips or other surveilliance devices—“spychips”). In some areas people actually want to have an RFID chip implanted in them, so who knows. Hell, some people will even pay to be tagged…)

Now the person who brought up the NWO is on the defensive, trying to explain or prove that he’s not crazy, like those who are engaged in those two other subjects. And those other subjects are of course “conspiracy theories.”

Well, I suppose there all sorts of labels society uses to belittle, ridicule, mock, shame, and ultimately dismiss and ignore anyone who proposes anything contrary to the official story, the party line, the safe and conventional crap we’re trained to swallow.

By the way, here’s a good link on the immense bureaucracy that’s grown out of 9/11 and the War on Terror:

“Top Secret America.”

I guess all that’s a “conspiracy theory,” too. I guess just call anything unpopular or that which might make you think, “conspiracy theory.” Call it whatever makes it easier to get back to those really important things consuming your valuable time. I won’t mind.

A little over a year ago, I did some research on ancient (pagan) religions (which are still practiced today—mostly in secret), and I came to a link to a film called “Dark Secrets: Bohemian Grove,” by Alex Jones. Here:

I was impressed by the film; I thought Jones did an excellent job helping to expose something rather disturbing (that no mainstream reporters have touched). I’d never heard of Alex Jones prior to this. I had never heard of Bohemian Grove. I had heard of “freemasonry” and the “Illuminati”—but had dismissed it, as most people do, as crazy shit I didn’t want to hear about—but I hadn’t heard of the Bilderberg Group before (or the CFR—Council on Foreign Relations, or the Trilateral Commission, or the Federal Reserve). Frankly, I didn’t want to hear about this kinda shit. I figured governments and corporations were twisted fucks in bed together and that they were ruling the world, yet who precisely was pulling the strings of these puppets didn’t interest me.

I guess it only interests me a little bit today—honestly, it doesn’t really matter which group does what or how old and secretive they are or who’s a member of what, or if they’re part of an ancient oligarchy whose lines, beliefs, and religion can be traced back to Babylon and Sumer. Doesn’t matter to me. The result is the same no matter what one believes. The “who” stuff (no pun intended—owl reference) seems to be just another distraction, another thing to fixate on. Whoever they are, they are untouchable right now, and cannot be “fought” or defeated. They—those rulers, those sick ultra-rich control freaks pulling strings all over the world—can only be resisted. I don’t mean peacefully. (Sorry, Hippies and flower people; your tactics won’t work this time around.)

Since then I’ve watched a lot of films and stuff, read tons of material on these subjects, by various people—most notably Alex Jones. There’s stuff put out by Gerald Celente, James O’Keefe, David Icke (if you can take some of his unprovable, whacky ideas with a really big grain of salt…or bottle of salt), perhaps Mark Dice, and the guys at the have some interesting stuff sometimes. There are many more—KRS One, Immortal Technique, Public Enemy, Dave Mustaine (Megadeth), et cetera—who are on the right track. Hell, even Jesse Ventura gets my respect.

I’ve begun to question some things I thought were true, as well as investigate things of which I was not aware. One staggering example was/is my views on feminism, and how I see now that it was never an independent institution doing what it did (being an information industry, a propaganda agency, receiving billions in funding and creating an aristocracy of women and demonizing men with an end goal of degrading—and probably trying to annihilate—the entire gender, utterly) for its own reasons. No. It’s simply another tool. Another puppet. A few years ago I learned how the CIA employed Gloria Steinem (since the late 1950s) to use the Women’s Libbers Movement to hi-jack the Hippy Movement (hey, go look it up; she’s admitted it). The ultimate goal of this seems to have been to break up the family, using “class war” dogma from Marxism, communism, and converting it for a feminist “gender war” plan. Why? To get Dad out of the house, put Mom to work, with the State as her new husband, and have the Government-Corporate aparatus (with crucial help from TV and the media to) raise the kids. (The site “ManWomanMyth” illustrated this years ago, perfectly.)

(And there are probably other goals, but these are enough for now. Even though I knew all this, I did not investigate much further into it. Anyway, it’s one example of how I was short-sighted.)

Is all that a conspiracy theory?

Most things are a conspiracy (two or more people entering into an agreement to do something), so what does that matter? I do not engage in things that cannot be proven or that do not contain any evidence. A “conspiracy theory” to me would be…some people claiming that the moon landing was faked. Or that the earth is really flat. These imply a vast conspiracy involving many people for some sinister goal…but there is no proof. Hence it is a theory.

I seek the truth, always, even if the truth can sometimes be bitter, ugly, horrible, or seems just plain loony. So, call it what you will. Or, use your mind and actually look into stuff like this. And think for yourself.

At any rate, the “bigger picture” just keeps getting bigger—and more disturbing. I can’t blame people who (while they are not exactly infantile and want to live in a comfee-cozy kiddie fantasy world, they do, however) choose to remain intentionally ignorant. They may sense a lot of things going on, but they quickly distract themselves, afraid of what it could mean to get thinking about it. True enough, it can overwhelm you, the more you get into it, the deeper you seek. It can be chilling and smash to pieces most of what you thought life—and reality—was all about, since your childhood days…which never really ended, of course.

Making a choice to not deny without investigation, to not dismiss without thinking and researching, to not belittle and judge and ridicule and label and ignore without opening your mind just a little bit and engaging in a wee speck of free-thought…well, it can be dangerous. You may find out that most of what you believed was a stinking lie. And that can be unsettling. You may find out that you’re a part of something terribly wrong, and you have to struggle with your conscience over your role in it all. To act on your conscience will require you to dramatically change the way you think, react to and view things, and perhaps to radically change your entire life in order to live according to a set of principles.

You may have to risk losing your career, alienating or losing your friends and family, or even shaking your whole existence to its foundation. At least, you may have give up the child-like dream of status and stuff and security—that you can live your life pursuing all the things you were taught to pursue while the loving Nanny State takes care of you and everything else around you.

This could all be absolutely frightening, and pretty stressful. At most, you may feel compelled to act—yunno, to actually do something to help promote freedom in the world, or just in your community.

Whichever the case, it could be far easier, much simplier, to ignore it all and keep pretending—call it bullshit and “go back to sleep,” as they say.

And, like I said, I can’t blame people for doing this. The more you think you have to lose, the harder the choice will be, I reckon.

Here and there I come across people who know a lot of this shit but feel they can’t do anything about it, so they just try to get along in this shit as best they can. It clearly bothers and frustrates them, but they seem to feel powerless to do anything about it.

I can’t blame them for that either—what can be done, really, even if you know what’s going on? I certainly have no answers (other than: head for the fucking hills and get away from it).


Anyway, about all those people who are trying to share what they’ve learned and discovered about all this, I’ve discovered that all these folks collectively make up “The Truth Movement.” And like all “movements” there are those people who infiltrate and hi-jack it in order to destroy it.

Take Glenn Beck—fucking please.


He is what is known as a “shill.” He’s an establishment mouthpiece who’s in place to debunk others and others’ ideas that do not correspond with what the system wants us to know and believe. He attacks only one side of things; he’s a liar and he has an agenda—he’s a muppet. He’s not seeking the truth, and he’s not presenting the truth—or, he’s presenting half-truths, mixed with lies or distractions.

What Glenn Beck does to subjects that most people ought to know about is a little different than what David Icke does to similar subjects. And this demonization process works, in either way. Don’t believe me? Here’s a comment from an “Illuminati” video on YouTube:

“I agree. David Icke is a complete and proven fraud. When I see him associated with anything I know that I can throw out that information as false.”

Because Icke a bleeding loon, everything he talks about can be viewed with mistrust and even instant dismissal, even though he talks about some sane things which actually can be backed up with evidence. Thus, other people talking about (provable) things (or least things that are backed up with some evidence) can be dismissed equally because Icke talked about the exact same thing. In essence, Icke sabotages and discredits the “Truth Movement” with his crazy crap.

What Beck does is more sinister. He pretends and lies; he’ll make a half-hearted attack on one thing, a minor thing, and then totally ignore twenty other way more important subjects. This is so we think he’s actually a journalist who’s investigating and asking questions and trying to get at the truth. But he’s not.

Plus, he’s just not funny. He really thinks he is, but he’s just not.

Michael Moore is another shill—just a different type. A different species. I never really liked this guy—there was something about him, and the way he did things, which made me uneasy. He’s manipulative, sketchy, like a lawyer. I watched “Bowling For Columbine.” I didn’t get it, and the way he behaved in the film was disgusting—rolling a kid in a wheelchair around to emotionally manipulate people, using a tragedy to support an agenda—his agenda, which is more relevant today given the utter assault going on right now on guns—which is an agenda of tyranny wrapped up with pretty pink ribbons. But it made no sense to me—a kid shot other kids in a school…so…going after guns and bullets will make this better because kids will have a harder time getting guns and bullets…? Is this about the size of it?

What the fuck? What is behind this? Why did this kid shot other kids? What does it matter which weapon of choice he used? If he could not get a gun, he would have used something else. If he ran through the crowded halls of his school with a big butcher knife, stabbing students, would Moore go after stores to take knives off their shelves?

“Oh but you can kill more people with a gun, more easily, than with a knife!!!”

Really? A gunshot is loud. I could run through a crowded room and stab a whole lot of people without the BANG BANG BANG! alerting people to run or hit the dirt or call the police. I could sit on the back of a crowded bus and silently slit the throat of probably half the passengers on that bus before someone with balls tackled me—if the people are spaced a certain way, I might be able to quietly kill them all, right up to the bus driver, without anyone knowing what I was doing. Or I could walk into a packed movie theater with a bag full of molotov cocktails and set the whole place on fire.

Desperate people, crazy people—people who want to hurt others—do not obey gun laws. So why take away guns from law-abiding people so that criminals, who obtain guns illegally, will be the only citizens to have them? And how will this stop incidents such as Columbine and Sandy Hook and others?

We’re wrapping gauze on a gaping wound, and we just keep wrapping. We’re too fucking stupid, obviously, to realize that there is a cause for all this bleeding and it should be fixed. Or maybe we’re just too fucking lazy to bother or care about “Conspiracy Theories” about wounds and what they’re all about. Right, go grab another roll of gauze. Idiot…

People in New York City (and North Carolina) use their cars to kill others; people in Japan still use swords to kill others; in Pakistan and in the UK they throw acid in your face; and in France they throw fire bombs. Do you realize how many heads could get cracked open if a madman ran into a grade one playground with a baseball bat?

Why is twenty kids getting shot so much worse than ten kids getting stabbed? Do numbers mean so much? At Sandy Hook, if only one teacher had a gun no fucking kids would have been killed!

There’s some fuckin numbers for ya…

Nevermind the fact that crimes with guns have been on the decline over the last 20 or more years, and nevermind the evidence that in areas in which law-abiding carry guns, crime is very low.

No, it’s an agenda—a disgusting, manipulative agenda that uses dead or maimed kids to control people emotionally and cause angry reactions to gain support for an assault on a living being’s god-given or natural fucking right to carry a weapon to defend oneself and one’s family. Fucking period.

I have no fucking respect for Michael Moore or any slimy piece of shit establishment waterboy like him. This pig, this 400-pound heaving, whining cunt walks around with armed bodyguards, owns fucking weapons, is worth millions of dollars, and is telling you that you cannot own a gun (he’s been quoted as saying that if you’re concerned about your safety, “get a dog”).

Wow. Fucking shill. The next time you have your armed goon squad clear an entire resturant out and bribe the owners so you can sit your monstrous sweaty ass down to devour a tableful of food, Mr. Moore, I hope you fucking choke and die.


(I know. I’m a big meanie.)


The thing with Moore is that in “Fahrenheit 9/11″ it wasn’t what he exposed; it was that he did not expose a lot of stuff, concentrating only on what would demonize the Republicans and the George W. Bush Administration. It was a Democrat attacking the Republican Whitehouse; it was not true journalism—it was not objective; it was biased, omissive, and politically motivated.

Then again, I think the Obama Administration was set up decades ago—or at least two decades ago. (No, I do not believe voting does anything; the leaders are chosen in secret long before they are ever declared candidates by the media.) I think the Bush Administration was set up as well—and I think George W. Bush was not a dumb evil prick: sure he wasn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer, but I think he was designed to be an evil dumbass religious tard. It was so absurb, so over the top. He was engineered to be that awful, that stupid, that insipid and dangerous…so that Obama would seem like a heavenly saviour…a messiah…and the nation would rush into his warm embrace—which was just a bear trap covered in plush. Especially since the black community in particular was boiling in rage and on the verge of revolt—and, praise the lord, bing bongo, a black man gets into office.

Can you hear the crickets now?

Obama will do no wrong in their eyes…no matter what he does.

It was brilliant—and it was a conspiracy. There is evidence for it. There’s no longer any such thing as democracy; I do not trust any election and believe the entire process has been either corrupted or merely was a scam for a long time. Maybe it always was.

Tangent over…

I think David Icke is possibly another one—either this or he is simply deranged. I just can’t get my head around Icke—one minute he makes so much sense, and the next he’s talking about shapeshifters, a hollow earth, and reptile-alien beings who are ruling the world, or something. Crazy shit without a shred of proof, no evidence whatsoever…all based on what? I dunno. Theory. Here’s what I mean:

And another:

I love the comment under this one, by the way:

“They are both in the entertainment business and it’s lizard eat lizard.”



I think it can be a business—and, yes, you have to bring people in if it is a business. And you bring people in by attracting them—and you attract them by posting smut or by trying to scare them. Or baffle them with bullshit—entertain them—with bright colours and effects and sparkling, shiny crap and effects, and maybe an explosion or two.

But I think people like Icke are making money off gullible people who will simply believe anything, without any proof—without any sense, any real gut instincts either. Because they probably believe in nothing, and, well, here’s something. And it can’t be proven wrong—as Dice points out, you can’t disprove it.

Hmmm…something about proving a negative…or something…nevermind.

But this raises into question the case of Mark Dice…

Now, he’s accusing Alex Jones of a lot of stuff—mainly of being a sell-out (trying a bit too hard to make money off this so-called “Truth Movement”). But he’s lying in places. I’ve seen some ads on, and while I’m extremely anti-corporate/anti-advertising, I understand that shows cost money to make, and that cash has to come from somewhere, and if you’re doing this thing full-time, well, where’s the money going to come from? and so forth. I don’t agree with it, but I understand it.

Dice lied about the one ad he mentioned. As the host encourages: “Tell us about the penis pills…”

Now, I actually saw this ad, and watched al of it (Dice obviously did not watch all of it and did not understand what he did watch, or is deliberately trying to obfuscate what it was about, or he’s acting obtuse for his own agenda). The ad was actually based in a lot of fact, a lot of evidence; the whole thing was about how men are becoming less masculine—naturally, you can see why I watched it and remember it, since this is a subject in which I’ve been interested for years.

I was skeptical, watching it, too, but I gave it chance, and, from what I’ve personally researched, a lot of it was spot on. It dealt more with the physiological effects—it had nothing to do with “penis pills,” for crissakes. It was about fucking testosterone, which is about the testicles, and about hormones, et cetera, not about the penis. The ad went on to give some pretty good information, then went into a segment on what could be done. This was free advice—some of it good advice, I thought—and then *after that* it got into its product which claimed to naturally raise testosterone levels in men.

I did not mind this (20-some-minute) ad because it was not manipulative, was not full of bullshit (that I could detect), and offered advice and tips before ever getting into the product it was selling. Only a few minutes of this ad were dedicated to its own product. (Trying to find a link to the ad to show you.)

The point is, Dice is a liar. I think he’s trying to steal “fans” of Alex Jones and become just like him. Christ, I watched a short video of Mark Dice the entire content of which was him walking to a book store shelf and pointing out that his book (“The Illuminati: Facts & Fiction”) was there, in stock.

Go to his fucking site—

—and tell me this guy is so different, such a non-sell out. Holy fuck—“like me on Facebook!”—“Follow me on twitter!”—“donate!”—“buy my book!” Give me some money and I’ll give you some truth!

That’s what I see. And yeah, Alex Jones is a bit of a whore in this regard too. But Dice is just a shadow of what Jones is regarding dedication, and the bulk and scope of information presented. And I don’t know what to make of the guy—at first glance, he seems like a self-absorbed ego-fucking-maniac. All his avs have his smiling face—his website is his whole fucking name—half his YouTube videos are just him talking, the camera pointing right at his face. And another large percentage of them are about American celebrities…

Hey, I’m a success, look at my face! Remember my name! I’m gonna be famous! I’m interviewing famous people! Wanna hear me drop some names! Will that make me royalty too! Do you love me!? Give me some money!

But I’m just not sure if he’s a phony fuck like Glenn Beck or Michael Moore, or if he’s just an Alex Jones wanna-be…

What I just cannot comprehend is, along with preppers who show their faces on YouTube, those who say they believe the shit is going to hit the fan and that the government is going come for people like them…and yet they annouce to the world either their names or display their faces, or both.

If what they say is true, the government is going to round up or kill those poor bastards first. Right? So, isn’t revealing your real name, your whole name, and showing your face everywhere…kinda sorta suicidal? I mean, Dice has a YouTube username called TheResistance. So, well, did the French Resistance under Nazi occupation post their names in lights and staple their faces on every telephone pole?


A real resistance

I dunno…I doubt it. They’d tend to get caught and killed if they did that. I mean, I wasn’t there…but this just makes sense to me. Maybe I’m just weird…

The trouble with the “Truth Movement” is the same thing that plagued (and ended) the “Men’s Movement.” It was taken over, hi-jacked, by assholes, shills, and smiling faces in suits wanting to sell us stuff. I’m sorry, the truth is not for sale.

I’ll say that again because it needs to be fucking said again:


I don’t use my real name here—I don’t want attention, I don’t want or need fame or some e-celebrity status. I don’t want your money—don’t donate to me!—I don’t want your money and I’m not trying to sell you something. Whatever I write or create, I offer it to everyone for free. I have no agenda other than Truth, Freedom, and Nature.

Don’t follow me on twitter (I’m not there), don’t fucking “like” me on Facebook (I’m not there either). Don’t rate me or judge me—just think a bit about what I’m saying. And please don’t be a fucking fanboy of me (or anyone), for God’s sake. “Tweet” me and I’ll smack you in the mouth, pal.


I’m not special or great because of all of this (I’m no better or worse than anyone else), but I do think I’m real, and not a hypocrite, because of this. I respect this quality (striving for truth and freedom without selling out or letting your ego take over your principles) in others. I’ve always been cautious of those who use their real (full) names online, like a badge, and go out of their way to show us their smiling faces and what clothes they wear…it does not give them credibility, in my mind. Quite the opposite.

I understand people need money to live…but, Jesus, there is a difference between making a living and being a shallow, self-obsessed sell-out and making a killing off what should be free for everyone: the fucking Truth.

But the agendas are what I can’t stand. The Christian agenda is about proving that what’s happening is biblical prophecy come true (the End Times), and another agenda is about this Zionist Jew something or other.

I dunno. Maybe I’m wrong.


Anyway, Moore and Icke and (probably Dice too) can fuck off. I still like Alex Jones—I agree with about 80% of what he talks about—but I am aware that he has an agenda as a Christian (I see it all the time), so I have to take him with a grain of salt as well. You have to understand the context.

Oh, I almost forget about Rich Zubaty, with whom I agree on maybe 95% of things, well, he’s MIA; his “Rude Guy” blog has been inactive since August of 2012. Either he’s given up, gone insane, or perhaps the police have him, and he’s in the clinker now. Or maybe he’s injured or sick. Or maybe he’s dead. Have been considering emailing him since September to see what’s up, but I keep leaning towards the “just give him a bit more time.” Maybe I will send him an email.

All for now. And to all the good folks out there, fighting for truth, freedom, and liberty, well, keep up the good work, guys (and girls). And keep it real.

Remember: if a smelly lunatic in tattered clothes tells you that you have got shit on your shoe, and you look down and there’s shit on your shoe, what matter if he was crazy? He just told you the truth.

Three cheers for the resistance—the real resistance.
The French Resistance