Tuesday, November 29, 2016

Porcelain Fallacie's

Fake  news stories, false flags, and lies of sundry kinds are whirling round us now, like some kind of demented 'wack-a-mole' fairy wheel. It's largely, excrement, revealing 'one thing'. It's all going down the toilet!

Stand back people! This is how you end up in 'The Ministry of Magic'...otherwise known, as 'main stream media', aka...'the crapper'! If you believe it now, you're bigger idiot's than they are. It fulminates! It fumes! It 'stinks', to high heaven! Geez! People, get a room!

Realize! 'THEY' ARE DUMPING THEIR SHIT! It's like 'drug running' highway men, tossing stuff out their windows...cops, dead on their tail! They're looking for any way out, blame anyone, 'scapegoat' someone, just...any passerby!

Now, they and the 'alternative' media...unfortunately, are passing off tainted 'treated' stories, sanitized by 'alphabet agencies', and repeating them as 'hard' virgin news. The alternative news sources are the victim here, but they did it to themselves, and finally got caught in their own 'rumor trap'. In effect, then...there is no news, official or otherwise. It's...over!

You have gone and done it, made ALL the news as incidental and believable, as a 'pulp fiction' rag. So, while you are running around, looking for a 'head'...Dick, we are out here sleuthing our own truth, and slogging through the sewer's you filled with your sludge. Yech! Reminds me of a song, by The Eagles...whose lyrics I have included below, this post.


Written by Bruce James Clyde 2016, at Deming, New Mexico

Art: google pic

"Life In The Fast Lane" by The Eagles

He was a hard-headed man 
He was brutally handsome, and she was terminally pretty 
She held him up, and he held her for ransom in the heart 
of the cold, cold city 
He had a nasty reputation as a cruel dude 
They said he was ruthless, they said he was crude 
They had one thing in common, they were 
good in bed 
She'd say, 'Faster, faster. The lights are turnin' red." 
Life in the fast lane 
Surely make you lose your mind, mm 
Are you with me so far? 

Eager for action and hot for the game 
The coming attraction, the drop of a name 
They knew all the right people, they took 
all the right pills 
They threw outrageous parties, they paid heavenly bills 
There were lines on the mirror, lines on her face 
She pretended not to notice, she was caught up 
in the race 

Out every evening, until it was light 
He was too tired to make it, she was too tired 
to fight about it 

Life in the fast lane 
Surely make you lose your mind 
Life in the fast lane, everything all the time 
Life in the fast lane, uh huh 
Blowin' and burnin', blinded by thirst 
They didn't see the stop sign, 
took a turn for the worse 

She said, "Listen, baby. You can hear the engine 
ring. We've been up and down this highway; 
haven't seen a goddam thing." 
He said, "Call the doctor. I think I'm gonna crash." 
"The doctor say he's comin', but you gotta pay him cash." 
They went rushin' down that freeway, 
messed around and got lost 
They didn't care they were just dyin' to get off 
And it was life in the fast lane 
Life in the fast lane

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