Distraction

The times, they are revealing, all over the veil is being drawn, if you’re paying attention your mind is reeling and if you’re not … you’re still a pawn.

Yeah, I know, what a great show, I’ll be sure to catch it next time it’s on. Just as soon as I’ve gotten through the thicket of the fast, flashy and new, watched all those great movies and the shitty ones too, and all the rest of satellite, digital, cabal and hulu’s unruly, gibbering spawn.

If you’re still feeding your mind with that mystery meat stew, my friend, when you voice your opinion you’re not even wrong.

Hear the one about the organlegging rabbis and their Palestinian spare parts? I understand there’s a lot of money in fast and untraceable hearts. Don’t look at me like I’m some slavering nazi who hates the Jews, this sickening little spectacle was in the news.

Or was your attention on Madonna’s sweaty gyrating thong?

Here’s another one about Kabul’s US embassadorial guards: no not marines, they’re mercenaries, and not so much intimidating as dangerously drunken retards, eating out of assholes and giving one another golden showers while in the corner, the kitchen staff cowers. You’re thinking this is poetic license, a bit of politically charged hyperbole, well shit my man look it up, google’s right there and it’s free.

Or are you busy with that gameshow with the gorgeous girls and that giant gong?

Whatever, we’ll leave them to chug their pee (and hope for their sake they can still stand straight when it’s time to meet the enemy) and wander on over to France. Seems I heard a blowing whistle, some brave bureacrat who became a thistle … yes, there it is and you might want to give it a glance for it seems that there too the high nobility of global finance is engaged in their ongoing deranged and deadly dance: a directive has come down from the WHO, demanding Paris vaccinate every citizen against the Swine Flu. See we suspected this already, but now we know it to be unequivocally true: the plan is to vaccinate the whole planet’s population, that’s six billion other people and you.

I wonder if you’re even wondering what you’re gonna do?

Or is it all about that wide receiver going long?

See this is a special time, when one by one all secrets must be shown, but if you’re all caught up in the pantomime you’ll soon find yourself confused, desperate and alone because all those things you were told to believe … they’re packing up and getting ready to leave. When this storm of flaming shit flies home, your amusement arcade might turn out to be a free-fire kill zone, and as you’re staring in disbelief at the approaching terminator drone you’ll think, well, shit, if only I’d known.

But it’s not just to scare that I sing this snarky song.

What I really want to do is get you to come along on a journey, the discovery of the dreamworld that is our reality, stranger than the weirdest tales of science fiction and fantasy. Good grief, don’t tell me you didn’t hear that the UK MoD just released twenty years of UFO briefs? Seems there might be something to those dancing lights in the sky … something more interesting I think than staring at that billboard model’s thigh. But I suppose that’s a matter of taste. Even in these times it seems most people still find plenty of time to waste. It’s been said that those who do will be wasted in return, and while that might be somewhat stern the alternative is … have you any conception of what glorious privelages you might earn? If you but open your mind, light your heart and burn.

These days, my brothers and sisters, even Larry Flynt has taken his attention off his dong.