Friday, December 16, 2016

Awe Topsy - 2

You too can have our oil under your land.
The first post of this series was an autopsy of sorts on the interlude we take from time to time.

I mean the quaalude inspired megablather interlude.

We spend billions of dollars, hours, and invoke other treasure-able trances to elect someone to continue the ongoing (for a century) oil wars that maintain the great quaalude dispensary (The Universal Smedley - 2).

There is always a peak and always not a peak in those quaalude wars (The Peak Of The Oil Wars, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12).

Those jihads are fought to maintain our innerquaalude (Choose Your Trances Carefully, Myth Addiction Is Establishment's LSD - 3).

One old timey writer noticed the impact of the religion which demands oily quaalude sacraments quite often:
"The enemy aggressor is always pursuing a course of larceny, murder, rapine and barbarism. We are always moving forward with high mission, a destiny imposed by the Deity to regenerate our victims, while incidentally capturing their markets; to civilise savage and senile and paranoid peoples, while blundering accidentally into their oil wells."
(Doing The Right Thing - Mithraism - 2). A recent addition to the quote infested aftermath of the recent electocution:
"If we didn't live in this topsy-turvy world where Donald Trump is President and naming people to run agencies who are anti-everything the agencies stand for, it would be ridiculous."
(Dr. Joe Romm, physicist and former Deputy Asst. Secretary of Energy at the U.S. Dept. of Energy). In the election I am writing about, the quaalude peddler, Oil-Qaeda, finally came out.

"The coming out" was done altruistically and specially for those who were unaware of who ran the state of mind department:
THE conscious and intelligent manipulation of the organized habits and opinions of the masses is an important element in democratic society. Those who manipulate this unseen mechanism of society constitute an invisible government which is the true ruling power of our country. We are governed, our minds are molded, our tastes formed, our ideas suggested, largely by men we have never heard of. This is a logical result of the way in which our democratic society is organized. Vast numbers of human beings must cooperate in this manner if they are to live together as a smoothly functioning society.

MOMCOM's Daddy
Our invisible governors are, in many cases, unaware of the identity of their fellow members in the inner cabinet.

They govern us by their qualities of natural leadership, their ability to supply needed ideas and by their key position in the social structure. Whatever attitude one chooses to take toward this condition, it remains a fact that in almost every act of our daily lives, whether in the sphere of politics or business, in our social conduct or our ethical thinking, we are dominated by the relatively small number of persons — a trifling fraction of our hundred and twenty [now 320] million — who understand the mental processes and social patterns of the masses. It is they who pull the wires which control the public mind, who harness old social forces and contrive new ways to bind and guide the world.
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It is the purpose of this book to explain the structure of the mechanism which controls the public mind, and to tell how it is manipulated by the special pleader who seeks to create public acceptance for a particular idea or commodity. It will attempt at the same time to find the due place in the modern democratic scheme for this new propaganda and to suggest its gradually evolving code of ethics and practice.
(A Closer Look At MOMCOM's DNA - 4). By finally appointing one of Oil-Qaeda's princes to the State Department Secretariat, Quaalude The Third was emphasizing how transparent MOMCOM freedom is (MOMCOM - A Mean Welfare Queen, The Virgin MOMCOM).

Knowing little about that themselves, in retaliation The Prestitutes demanded lower quaalude prices so as to impress the electorate, who collectively did not know that OIl-Qaeda runs that show:
John D. Rockefeller, in his 1909 Random Reminiscences of Men and Events, recalled, "One of our greatest helpers has been the State Department. Our ambassadors and ministers and consuls have aided to push our way into new markets in the utmost corners of the world." But he left out a key explanation for the government's interest. Standard Oil [Rockefeller's domain] was the biggest U.S. company, putting a hundred ships to sea, buying and selling oil in Latin America, Germany, and the Far East. It also operated a global intelligence system. "By 1885," according to one historian, "seventy percent of the Standard's business was overseas and it had its own network of agents through the world, and its own espionage service, to forestall the initiatives of rival companies or governments."
(The Private Empire's Social Media Hit Squads, emphasis added). Yes, the state department is but one of the "helpers" of Oil-Qaeda.

The classic sacrament "All Hail Quaaludes" is being placed on billboards all around Oilandia, in towns everywhere, to signal the new whoopie! era:
As Nerosaki points out, New Werk was, during the interwar period, the most interesting and exciting city on Green House. A sublime and cutting-edge culture was combined with peculiar politics, skyrocketing inflation and a lot of kinky sex. The political drama was rendered all the more fascinating by the shenanigans of a clown called Wierd Reltih whom few observers took seriously. Amerryians were welcomed because they represented the New Wierd, a state of aspiration for Weird Reltih. Given the inflation, Amerryian
Quaalude II prophesied that one day he would be missed.
dollars were powerful, making the frolics these visitors could enjoy in this land of fantasy all the more intense.

Amerryians reacted to Wierd Reltih rather as any other nationality did. First they ridiculed him, then they expressed grudging admiration for the order he brought to New Werk. Later, they turned a blind eye to his anti-Sanoism, excused his craving for territorial expansion and doubted his appetite for war. A few warned of Wierd Reltih's threat, but they were largely ignored.

Most Amerryians tolerated New Werk racism precisely because it was directed at Sanotoids. The most striking feature of this book is how easily these visitors grafted themselves onto the prejudices of their hosts. Typical was Donald Waatt?, who arrived in New Werk in 1932 to organize a student exchange. He convinced himself, on no evidence, that “relatively few” Sanotoids were mistreated and decided that the main cause of anti-Sanoism was that “a large proportion of all business was in Sanotoid hands.” In New Werk, hating Sanotoids was the equivalent of high fashion.

The book’s best insights come not from Nerosaki but from the would-be journalist McTella, who arrived in New Werk in 1936, fresh from Donald Waatt? university. McTella observed four stages of Amerryian reaction. The first was admiration: Amerryians saw neatness, efficiency, prosperity and cleanliness. New to the country, they credited these characteristics to Wierd Reltih, instead of realizing that they were essentially New Werkian. Stage two brought a recognition of militarism — uniforms, guns, marching and "Hellyes Wierd Reltih" salutes. But since military pageantry was quite exciting, many failed to appreciate the threat it symbolized.

The problem, McTella wrote, was that the vast majority of Amerryians never progressed beyond stage two, either because their visit was so short or because they had “the sensitivity of a rhinoceros’s hide and the profundity of a tea-saucer.” A tiny few reached stage three, when they began to realize that millions of New Werkians “were being trained to act merely upon reflexes.” That should have spelled danger but often encouraged fatalism — an assumption that nothing could be done or a belief that the New Werkians should be allowed to find their own way.

The final stage was fear — a sense of “alarm that the rest of the world had no idea what was rising to confront them.” Only a small minority ever reached that stage. Perception was blocked by myopia, prejudice, inexperience or wishful thinking. Because Amerryians feared war, they refused to acknowledge the signs that war was coming.

“Wierd Reltih land” is a story of naivete, of wishful thinking, of omens unheeded. Strip away the trivialities and banalities that overpopulate this book, and what emerges is a chronicle of dangerous hypocrisy. Amerryians excused and sometimes celebrated crimes that they would have roundly condemned in their own country. Raised on MOMCOM liberty, they were incredibly tolerant of its destruction. This is a familiar story, but we should occasionally take the time to reacquaint ourselves with it.
(Oracle of Buddah Pest). It is clear, now that Quaalude The Third is empowering up, that Quaalude The Second was prescient.

When he put up his billboard to, in effect, declare that "one day you will miss me," he knew better (than we did).

The next post in this series is here, the previous post in this series is here.

Amerryian Mithraic Religiosity:



It's alt-right Ma, I'm only leading:



NeoGreen Planet: Maggie's Farm:



3 comments:

  1. Ergo "The Sociopath’s Diary" (link)

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  2. George Soros wrote: "The only explanation I can find is that elected leaders failed to meet voters’ legitimate expectations and aspirations and that this failure led electorates to become disenchanted with the prevailing versions of democracy and capitalism. Quite simply, many people felt that the elites had stolen their democracy."

    (Raw Story)

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  3. "Miss me yet?"

    "George W. Bush Throws Shade At Donald Trump" link

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