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Franti joined Mayer for "Waiting On The World To Change" and they were fantastic! So much fun!!
I thought that Spearhead would be playing at Wanderlust this year. We spend about $1000 on lodging and tix. Michael was sick last year and cancelled. He mentioned that he would try to make it next year...
Any chance of him still going?
Moby is great but is no Spearhead!
-Greg
My Fellow Country Club-members
Freedom and Peace Justify crimes against Humanity
Work with us so we can Divide Unity with Faith in Illusions
Liberate and Unite so they Believe the Malicious Lies
We will work together to hide and cover up agenda's
Democracy, Freedom and Justice
bring War to Peace and transform Peace into War
Weapons in the hands of Evil men
Snake-like villains
The Aliens will...eh...I mean...The Alliance will
Sustain the Con-men's power
War on Peace shall light the way for future generations to submit their Liberty
I have Faith in Work
We must Work with Belief
to have Faith in Mind Control
We must have Faith in the System
The Federal Reserve System
A great man once said:
"It's not about casting the vote, It's about counting them"
It takes powerful men that Die bold to silence a majority
This Diaboldical system of fake democracy wears thin
Liberated from Believes in Freedom
Exchange Liberty for Security
Peace through Weapons of Mass Distraction blind Truth
We have Freedom to Believe in Work_before_the Liberty to think
Work with a delusional Belief in Democracy
To bring Freedom we must fight that capacity to think
We will distract the masses with televised war and games
Nail Michael Jackson to his cross in order to
keep their eyes off our balls
We must Work with Dividers of Unity to bring about Global, Profitable Peace
The forces of Unity shall Rule with great Force
and media manipulation
Let us not forget the great tragedy that struck on September 11
Let us forget instead to ask hard questions....so Evil can go unseen
Let us never tolerate outrageous conspiracy theory's that make sense
Let us believe instead in Patriotic Acts as we bring forth our cunning plan and
Order a New World
Either you are from the US, or you are with the tourists
Ask what to hide from your government
and what your government hides from you
The Cheney-Gang feared patriots would not stand for this
That A True Patriot would Act
It is a cunning plan
A New World Order
One world, one government
One and One equals......Fuzzy-math
One great Nation unter Terminator Zwei
To those who believe I can think for myself I say:
"Ruled you once, fooled you twice"
I'll be back
Hasta la vista......Baby....lon
Members of the Bull&Clones secret society held a ceremony recently in their tomb at the University of Jail, Connecticut. As usual the 'old-boys' started the rituals with a sinister play in which the oldest members of the society ate raw meat of a bull that the younger members, who were the first generation of human clones, had brought in. The pyramid-without-a-capstone-glasses on the table were all filled with a peculiar drink the clones men referred to as Blackwater. The men would then rub each other's genitals and toast to a statue of a big white owl called Bollocks. After that, honorary member and chairman of Bull&Clones King George H.W. the Second went into the poorly lit room in the back of the temple taking two younger members, including his son, the current King George W the Third with him. It is the prerogative of the `Chief', or 'Geronimo' as they call him, to go into this poorly lit, dark room.
What happens in there is another secret of Bull&Clones. Much speculation occurs about this dark room in the temple. King George Prescott the First initiated this tradition during world war two. Since cloning was not yet an option for the cult in those days King Prescott the First was forced to engage in dreaded sexual activities in order to procreate and bring an heir to the throne. Rumor has it that the dark room of the Bull&Clones temple has another entrance so non-members male, female and even children can secretly enter the temple to be forced to have intercourse and all sort of other courses with the King and those he choose to follow him into the darkroom. This year King George H.W. The Second took his own son with him into this place. Nobody, not even me, knows what happened in there but for a father and son to go in together is unprecedented.
After exactly an hour and not a second longer the latest member of the club banged on the door of the dark room twelve times. When the door opened King George H.W. the Second came out first with an insane, wild look in his eyes and with his fly open. This is also part of the tradition. This way the other members will know that the deed has been done. After George the Second had closed his zipper in a very slow and traditional manner, his son and current ruler of the kingdom slowly came out. As usual the son crawled out on hands and knees to symbolize his loyalty towards the father and to imitate the sacred Bull that is buried underneath the temple.
After this part of the 'Frustration is Fair' ceremonies it was custom to have dinner together eating raw bull meat and drinking milk that came from a cloned bull that was engineered to give milk. Desert was said to consist of a bowl of genuine Bullshit topped with something that was described as sugar at first but after witnessing the effect of eating this crap turned out to be cocaine. For some reason or other King George W. the Third had a lot of trouble moving around ever since he and his Father had been in the dark room. Since he was not able to sit on a chair the schedule of the night was altered and it was decided that the King first delivered his royal speech. Since George III is not a very bright man he has been provided with an earpiece by which he is connected to another room where his trusted servant and spin-ghost-doctor-writer Herr Karl Rover sits and reads him his speech. This happens all the time when George W. III speaks in public. If it weren't for King George's loyal servants George would have probably failed miserably as he did with other ventures before he became King.He is the youngest offspring of the great King Prescot so the thrown is his.
King Prescot rose to power after cleverly investing his power and mostly his money in epic battles overseas. Nobody knows exactly where his fortune, with which he bought his way into many important networks and societies, came from. Some dissidents who have left the kingdom claim King Prescot made several very shady deals with some of the biggest crooks ever to walk the face of the planet. But now, many years later all is forgotten and his grandson rules the land.
Although King H.W. the second may have stepped down it is common knowledge he is still very much in power. Honorary member of the Bull and Clones society, member of Groovin' Bohemians chessboard of directors, connected to the CFR (Cash and Freaking Rich), Carl and Isle ambassador. And most of all a distinguished Burger Builder.
King George the Third managed to deliver his speech better than usual. Just one slip of the tongue despite the fact that he could not sit down. Two servants stood by him gently rubbing his obviously sore royal behind. The King was used to people kissing his behind, not rubbing it.
George looked as if he was still in a lot of pain. He turned to his father and with a soft voice he told him he needed a drink. Many things occur at Bull and Clones but drinking alcohol is not one of them. George H.W.the second told his son he could have a nice bourbon when they returned to their White Palace. The King who is not used to get no for an answer, not even from his father, was furious. Like a little child he began to nag telling everyone there that HE is the King and that he demanded obedience. More and more angry about not being allowed to have a drink King George began throwing food and chairs around. At that point the door opened and a very big, strong man walked in the room. It was Prinz Arnold von Schwarzenigger of Nazizie. Arnold is a good friend of the family and whenever the little King loses it Arnold steps in to take care of things. King George who has by now completely lost it is cornered in the room as Prinz Arnold jumps him. The wining and shouting slowly fades. Prinz Arnold carries the King out the door and the Kings father follows.
Without the members of the royal family the other Bull and Clones members perform the closing ceremony by Inserting little globe like anal beads into one another. Custom has it these globes, also named planetary poo poo balls are to stay inside them for at least three days after which the three will come together and slowly pull them out singing the traditional Bull and Clones Poo-poo ball song:
The world is in a nasty place, yes it really stinks
POO POO DOO DOO POO POO BALLS
We don't give a ... because it's in our dumping' pit
POO POO DOO DOO POO POO BALLS
The world is full of poo but not for us just for you
POO POO DOO DOO POO POO BALLS
HUWA HUWA BULL AND CLONES!
Again I have been wondering. I wonder a lot. Not hard because there is so ... much to wonder about. Figure out one thing, BOOM!: more things to wonder about. I even wonder why I wonder sometimes. You may say I am a dreamer... and all that.
I had a discussion with a good friend of mine who, like me, is convinced of the fact that there is a lot of very fishy stuff going on in our habitat. A network of extremely rich and powerful families/people are manipulating many, many things from mainstream news and politics all the way up to the food chain and consensus reality by keeping as many people as possible living in fear.
But why?
That question has been on my mind for a while now and if you think you have a correct answer to that question please let me know. Money is obviously not it. These people have money to burn and by the looks of it they might actually do that soon since the economy is being exterminated by these same forces. So it is not about money for these powers. Power is the next best educated guess. It's about power. Is it really? Than please define power. If power is measured by the scale of devastation one can cause than yes these dark forces are powerful. Powerful but loveless.
I'd say it is not about money. It is not about regular power concepts. It is about fearpower. Sorry I had to invent my own word I couldn't think of a better one. Fear here fear there. Fear this fear that. Keeping us all from reaching our full potential by creating enemies, wars, insecurity, instability etc.
Their determination to keep us in fear must be desperate. This is an indication of the power we have held all along for them to fear us that much.
It is easy for someone to write on some blog not to be fearful. I realize that. Yet somehow I am no longer drowning in the fear factory and believe me I almost died out there. I am hopeful and prefer to be so. It is the bold thing to do.
There is no more exposing to do as far as the agenda of the new world order concerns. It is out there and debunking it either implies involvement or lack of information.
Knowing this leads to a choice between two simple options. And I am freely and briefly quoting my dear friend Bill Hicks: Love or Fear
Bas
p.s. One thing though Bill: If this is just a ride then what the ... does the rest of the amusement park look like?
p.s.2 Betcha all this is part of a huge intergalactic epos we have been unaware of for a long, long time: BUT NO MORE
Why am I reading this
Why is this on television?
What’s the purpose of letting us know?
What does the big picture show
Contaminated information
Tainted from above
This passes for fact if you don’t see
It’s meant to manipulate you and me
Endless streams of poisoned spin
To justify wars no army can win
Creating enemies on the outside
While the inner circle plot their genocide
Will it be a world wide war
Can we avoid that anymore?
It seems as if the Earth is doomed
On the threshold I hold my breath
Still I hold a sense of hope
One that’s strong and will not fold
I know things look hopeless even grim
A spark of hope has let me in
Hope based on intuition
For this I have no prove
Intuition guides me towards what’s real
How is this? How does it feel?
Contaminated information
I use to fuel my spirits motivation
Convulsions of what use to be
Subsiding for planetary destiny
We live in times long prophesied
The rebirth to our cosmic state
Restores the human family
The end of history is what shall be
Left foot on a treshold my right about to step
My world is ‘bout to disappear, is it because the end is here?
Everything is changing all there is, will there be anything left to miss
Time a line from start till end, future pasts are here and now
The perception of a lot to lose is caught up in future blues somehow
The end of history coming soon to a theater near you
Not to worry have no fear this was coming a long long way
A vanishing illusion, one that never trully was our own
I thankfully let go of what I thought was mine to keep
Clingin on to share the promise, clinging on to live that hope
Future blues of yesterday
Future blues drifts away
Futuristic harmony
Futuristic you and me
You tell me what’s going on, you tell me on and on
I can only judge by feeling I will only trust the flow
It seems like it’s raining misery from clouds of pain and fear
Although the end is surely coming, rebirth is just as near
Pick your prophets, choose them now there waiting at the door
If you want your God is there in any shape or form you like
Let that God show you the way across or go without if you dare
There is no escaping this doorway, the treshold will be passed
Futures causing yesterdays tommorow’s in the past
Future blues of yesterday
Future blues drifts away
Futuristic harmony
Futuristic you and me
Here is the thing, as probably most of us are, I am afraid of war. Images of misery, injustice, suffering and hatred are poured all over the world on a daily basis. Most of us are familiar with many war related terms and issues. For me these are images and stories. For others it is a daily reality. The world knows war. The world knows it well. Yesterday it hit me. What does peace look like? Is it merely the absence of conflict? If so, do I live in peace? Or is my peace merely sustaining someone else's war?
What is peace?
A vicious circle is sustaining itself by the constant advertising of war. I know what war looks like. That's why I fear war. Since my peace is causing war elsewhere my peace is not peace. My peace is also war. War with consequences elsewhere. In order to begin breaking this circle I want to see peace. Real peace. Fair and balanced. With my brain washed clean I find myself struggling trying to envision peace. Peace is not a bunch of signatures on the next negotiated document. Peace is not negotiable. Peace is not the freedom to feel secure in a world that is far from safe. Freedom is not measured by the amount of products one can consume. Peace is never causing war.
As you see it is quite clear to me what peace is not. Peace has no checkpoints nor peace keepers. Peace does not need to be kept. Peace is ours. Keeping the peace is like keeping ones heart. The only reason for keeping peace is fear of losing it. Peace does not come from fear. This way peace will create more conflict. Keeping peace means losing it. Losing peace will result in more war.
Losing war is to win peace. I want to lose war. Rigged wargames do not lead to peace. Peace does not need to be led nor enforced and there is no roadmap to it. Duality of inner and outer peace makes it hard to see the connection between the two. However I do not believe there is such a thing as inner war. Inner struggle, yes, inner war, I don't think so. War is not human nature. I will not give in to the idea that mankind is evil in itself. Peace is human nature. Always has been, always is and always will be. There is no inner or outer peace. They are the same.
