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The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn’t exist.

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The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn’t exist.

I love going to school in a place like Portland. I am in school with people who are willing to get a mouthful of pepper spray and not one of them has tried to “Save me” or convince me that LGBT2S are going to hell. It’s a whole other world of Social Work out of Idaho….

Anywhooo, yesterday, I learned of a mysteriously nonmysterious group called the American Legislative Exchange Council. They (in a nutshell) are a group of private and public politicians and corporations that make sure “the corporate entity’s voice is not ignored in Congress.”

Um, CORPORATIONS ARE NOT PEOPLE.

THEY DON’T HAVE A VOICE THEY HAVE MONETARY INTERESTS!

Read their website and then read this: www.alecexposed.org

They are the group behind the magical “stand your ground laws” we have all been hearing about the last two months due to the atrocity of Trayvon Martin’s murder.

It is interesting to me how many of these members are also alleged members of the alleged Bilderberg group. What’s that? Who is Bilderberg? Oh fun!

It’s just a group that has allegedly been around since 1954 (that we know of) that hold secret meetings of all the power in the world. That’s all. Definitely not Freemasons or Illuminati or NWO participants. Of course not.

These are simply historic organizations that are misunderstood and wrongly vilified plot mechanisms and characters for Hollywood. 😉

I encourage you all to read up on alec.org.

Unless you are comfortable living in a potential police state after the laws have been bought by corporations, schools have become privatized along with prisons and banks own us stupid breeders. Oh wait…didn’t aren’t we….Hmmm. Nevermind.

If that is ok with you than by all means, sit idly until it all comes to your door.

*resecuring tin foil hat*

 

Miserable Meeces, I hate them to pieces.

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Miserable Meeces, I hate them to pieces.

At first I could only hear them; barely
No one else could, they thought I was crazy
My old man found me on my hands and knees
Head tilted, listening intently, searching
Everything moved and everything checked
A-HA, victory is mine; evidence
One small brown turd, proof I am sane.
I can still hear them, vile dirty vermin
I have gone to prepare for our battle
Glue traps, snap traps, cheese and peanut butter
Baited and set, now I sit in the dark and wait.
I can hear you scurrying and scratching
I pray for your death. SNAP-Ha, I win.

 

I felt the need for a lighthearted throwback poem.

Enjoy 🙂