GATORS 911 TRUTH: The Obama Deception - Agent of the NWO

GATORS 911 TRUTH: The Obama Deception - Agent of the NWO

You say, "Flow with it."

I have a girlfriend that can't keep her mouth shut. I have a world outside my door that can't keep it's mouth shut either. Neither seems to be able to answer the simple questions I place before them, but would rather ramble on about some err to fore remote corner of the question and it's implications to their perceived self importance. The result is frustration on both ends.
We as a conversing culture no longer emphasize the fluidity and the accelerated, amplified positions of possibility that become available to those that will allow it to occur, in their conversations. There is no following or leading there is only the flow and our place within it.
Ask a musician if there would be any music if the communication carried on between those in the band was arranged as we arrange the mountain of self importance we place before the flow most of the time our mouths are open.
Being aware that the music of our lives is tragically mistreated as we carry out our days, is not enough for us to splendor a greater sound.
Worst of all I know some old hippies that like rap.
Crap!

You say, "Flow with it." Around the mountain.
How droll.
While I feel the need to surge.

Walt Disney, Hanna Montana? Negatory chief.

It never happened. I mean really, Disney would dash the earth clean beneath the ever spreading tracks of a Mickey Mouse corporation dedicated to the moral, ethical, and intellectual depredation of innocence, exhibited by the bottom dwelling youth antics of any daytime Disney Channel produced exploitation of preteen and early teen youth in bud.
The fucking vain ignorance, no, stupidity of the no doubt gender challenged inadequates that air it, is overwhelmingly apparent. What passes for entertainment is kid stifling propaganda. Inadequates are limpwristed (thanks Greaseman), self absorbed, overpaid, tasteless, cynical, thong wearing, (had so many wedgies they got turned on by it), fagots.

Believe me, I was part of the industry then, the infiltration beginning in the early eighties of the fudge packers was coup. Disney would have detonated the place before the parade of face painted, puffy nippled, downy haired, freshly pantied and dressed to fantasize over, soft wonder children of the afternoon. Were I a predator I would be glued to it. Were I the CEO of Disney I would eliminate it, all of it. Take it out of the peripheral view of children so they won't be lured by the packaging of adulthood in kids sizes. Goddamn it you fucking assholes, let them be kids.

You starting to freak yet? I am freaking .. a bit...

I read a lot of shit on the web and the more I do the more freaky this whole " American" situation becomes. We are dead and we don't know it yet. We have taken the fatal slice to the guts and they are laying on the ground while we remain hypnotized, unaware of the violation.

Billions to banks to help the struggling American on the street? Nobody saw the problem of giving more money to the most greedy heartless bastards on the planet, next to televangelists. And where is Obama on this? What has been his response? He has surround himself with more of the same privileged money mongering minds that created this mess.
I'm sure that most of the people today that might happen upon this mans rant, will never get the chance to understand the jeopardy they are in until they bleed out on their feet. Where are the riots, cause there are sure to be peanut butter, if not bread lines very soon.

When Bush finally says we are in a recession you can be sure that we are ankle deep in a depression and the tide is rising. What is the fucking common man to do? Probably just kiss his sweet ass goodbye and hope for an injunction for stupidity in his next reincarnation.

Had we any guts left we would be rioting against the administration that is giving our billions to millionaires, and fat cats. I'm scared. There are jails in the desert if we descent too vividly. The rest of the world won't come to our rescue, or give a shit about yours and my demise.We've had them under foot for so long when they realize this is there chance to rise above an american planned world there will be no looking back until the scales are even. Our screams, when we realize we are the gutted lambs will not reach there conscience, will not summon legions to our aid, will not bring compassion for a society taught to live beyond there means for as long as this one remembers.
It seems as though our whole American standard of living, has been a ruse to get us to extend ourselves far beyond our means. And the claim that American workers are the best in the world has only served to make us the most complacent. We are not the best workers in the world or all our work on making automobiles would not result in the worlds most inefficient and problem riddled product. Drunks that don't sober up until noon build our houses and our infrastructure.

And all during this free fall the powerful and insulated have padded themselves filling their coffers with first our extravagances and now our bailouts. Power has been removed far away from our touch, and so we are about to be pushed along by the tide, or sucked into the slipstream of their destinies, the rich and the powerful. Get the picture. We are expendable.

There are still too many smart ones though. You and me. I am worried about what they will do with us when we find one another and try to live the way our forefathers foresaw, when we are backed against the wall, given our options and forced to either surrender our will, or perhaps our lives in defense of it.

The spider picture? Beats me. Just a photo taken a couple of days ago, added for interest.

Time to loose a Game

Nothing worse for a team than to win over and over again. Loosing makes the game. It makes whatever you are winning real. It makes winning real. It gives winning all the qualities that one must rise to. It gives it dimension. Without experiencing a loss one can never feel the reason for winning. One just wins again and over again. When this happens it is because the winner is over matched to his opponent. He wins whether he plays the game well or not. He wins because his overwhelming prowess doesn't need the game to win. He defies odds while staying within the rules. Barely. He plows straight ahead and overpowers his opposition. Without an occasional loss a team looses its passion and spark, and the unwordable qualities that make a real winner extraordinary and worthy of respect.
Remind you of anyone?
Your favorite team? The team you hate maybe?
Your wife when she's always right?
Your country?
I mean America?
Your Flag-Waving President. The Texas ball buster?
Fuck!!!
Regroup here.
I'm a Florida Gator, part of the Gator Nation by graduation. The Gator football team has a history since 1980 unlike any other school. Drama tragedy heroics and dismal failures have painted this team in a way story book tales are told.
They are the only ones that do not belong on the list.
Go Gators!
Go Obama!

O'Reilly and singsong D. Puke Miller

Sitting here listening to Dennis Miller use his command of arrogant sarcasm to decimate the natural heart of another man. He is on O'Reilly trying to harmonize with that overblown botulism of a man. A man with no human recourse other that sour tasting hum drum mantra of tribal ferocity. Him and his horde of absorbers, each waving the stick of freedom, not the frond ofpeace they all subscribe to each Sunday. Tell me, Whom does one befriend, for me the thought of understanding an enemy and finding that the understanding is key to the defusing of hatred, finding that your enemy is not so different, is the only recourse.
I abhor indiscriminate hatred of any type, in any form. I have hidden from it, ignoring it's place in society. That will no longer be an option. Like folk that hate little can hate a lot in a group. They get a rush. That ugly word again. And they all voted for John McCain. They did so not because they liked him particularly they did it in a last minute panicked attempt to keep a Black man from becoming the highest power in the land.
God O'Reilly and his yapping puppy sidekick Dennis Miller suck. Wow.

Trick or Fuck You