Parades of Programmed Instructions

Talked about a good number of things from the destruction of history, to the tools used to destroy ourstory, and then bombard the mind with counter-intuitive shit.

I had my own ignorance cage rattled a bit this past week, so that seemed like a good starting point for Sunday’s broad-ranging show. Those of you who like to hear a bit of the ol’ Rebel Fire & Ire™ will not be disappointed:

These things have been going on for a hell of a long time, [figuratively] right under our very nose. Perhaps, some of the ire came from the fact that these same old rancid jokes are still being perpetuated on the unaware today. For those wondering, while the sync find was chance, the “Red” Ice Cream insinuation was intentional.

There’s little difference between the clowns of old and the clowns of new. We can continue looking for exhaustive ways to rattle our own ignorance cage, or sit back passively waiting for someone to occasionally come along and rattle it for us. Note to the passive: you need to be extra-wary of persons coming by a’rattling.

Above, we have a picture of the white John Hanson, who happens to be the real first President of the United States (not the present corporation). The second person pictured, is another John Hanson, which a few conspindustrists have suggested was the real first President, whose name has been buried for racist reasons. Were that true [as I assumed at time of broadcast], they would have to explain away that photography was invented long after the “presidential” John Hanson died. Note: add Dick Gregory to the list of opportunistic con’industrists.

Metro Bob did a couple of movie reviews, per se: 30 Minutes or Less and Killer Elite. Though, technically, it was less of a review, and more of a story of him being victimized by the players of the system.

Later, I noted and discussed [¿disgust?] some of the notable historical members of the [covenant] Pederastocracy. One thing is for certain, the jokes made against the “breeder class” have been going on for a really really really long time.

Though I’ve touched on a few of these topics before, it is remarkable how much evidence continues to rise to the surface after chance assertions. Perhaps there’s no lake deep enough to hold the nonstop milieu of truths drowned and buried?

Come to think of it, most of us are acting on nothing other than programmed instructions sets and basic reptilian instinct. Hm, there’s a name for such, um, “persons” I believe. Zombies! No, I don’t mean the meaningless brainless ones put out by the equally brainless creators of the Walking Dead television series, but the socially-relevant mirror images of ourselves implied by old masters like Romero.

Hundreds [if not thousands] of places just like Edison’s “Black Maria” have been turning out violated sycophants for ages, though most remain unaware to their “inside” jokes. The Skid Row image syncs all too well and all too true with one of the [¿random?] threads of discussion. For those who prefer [not] to remain blind and incredulous, I’ll add that teen faves “Fall Out” Boy usually have an implied space separating a compound word that may otherwise imply nuclear radiation.

As long as we continue to receive our instruction sets without question, refusing to even consider our natural instincts, while they’re screaming at us to override the latest command sequence … we are hopeless. All sorts of beliefs, overriding even the basest connection to common sense, embed and become part of who we are.

Like good little robots, we will execute every sequence fed us, even the alternative counter-instructions written to divide us. These coded sets program an attachment to dogma and self-serving interest, which not even observable reality can over-ride.

And even when that observable reality becomes grossly offensive, a set of instruction’ed tolerances can be downloaded. The inexcusable becomes mundane. For example, the annual revelry in San Francisco known as the Folsom Street Fair.

The below left booth has been seen there, and I’m sure it’s completely harmless. :roll: The latter image addresses the anti-family nature (as brought up by my caller Jua) that proponents of replicas of the event espouse. Hint to those who despise “breeders:” were it not fo us, your sorry ass wouldn’t even be there to participate.

Below, is the perplexing and rather disturbing progression of one young woman from a prominent family, who is now on “the circuit.” I tried looking further into this at one time, but it was too unsettling, and I dropped the investigation.

The examples I give, of which I’m sure some grow weary, may never be enough. What does it take for us to take our children back from those who wish to turn them whichever way suits their master’s latest whims? Don’t start me talking.

I gather some, albeit not too many, may mistake me for a bit of a prude after listening. For that minor record: I sincerely appreciate nude women, as much, if not, a hell of a lot more, than the next guy. For like minded persons: the eye candy below from the Fremont Solstice Parade is definitely worth a gander, or five.

However, what my eyes choose to take in [and digest], and what the eyes of undeveloped children/victims bare witness to are two entirely different things.

As discussed and cited, aside from the [arguably frivolous] nudity, there is definitely a bizarre undercurrent to the solstice event. The latter image [below right], is simply a synchromystic find regarding an art sale at Fremont taking place during an unrelated weekend. Unrelated, yet still uncanny and rather disturbing.

There are a lot more pictures I could have selected from either the Fremont Solstice Parade or the far more lurid Folsom Street Fair. Imagery demonstrating some of the cited examples in the podcast might border on the lines of “pornographic,” which is not the intent behind this site. I feel the relatively small, and somewhat tame sample [search for yourself if dubious], should get a few of my points across.

Not sure what else to say on the topic at the moment that I didn’t say during the show. Perhaps the closing image can say a lot [1000 words, give or take] for me?

Despite my own sure indulgences in the weekend to follow, there will be a show next week. A reminder/confirmation: my guest next week will be DallasGoldbug.

Note A: The above archive is a Commercial-Free, Edited and Normalized High Quality (128K) Version of the original show aired.

Note B: The show mentioned a few times during the beginning of the podcast is Our Reality Lies Behind Us.