Blog description:WAS THERE EVER SUCH A WHACKED OUT, MISLEAD & DELUSIONAL SELF-MISS-IMAGINED GENERATION?
Here is our impression; what is yours.
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"Truisms.
Surely looks form a point of departure; would any fella date a pig wearing lipstick; then again .... there are those who would, do ... and more than that; come to think of it, the other night, walking down the 5th Avenue, as we alighted from our cab, our eyes affixed upon these bulky or outright fat, stiletto wearing, mini-s...
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A gal without a Christmas tree for her kids approached me for money in the elite Bal Habour shopping center's Euro-styled, indoor/outdoor, main passageway.
Stunned by her forthrightness, rumbled clothes and ragged hair as well as the streaming stench that preceded her ... but, moved by her "desire to buy the biggest and best Christmas tree that money can buy, to show her kids the meaning of the season", as she gleefully announced to me, undaunted by her compelling logic, I sprang for it; reaching into my pocket ... pulling out a flyer, that had been tucked up under my windshield at the WalMart up the way, on my recent "dash inside for a pair of pliers" ...
Proudly and purposefully, I handed her that coupon booklet, flipping inside to its center layout, as she held it, as if star-struck by my personage; featured therein, its fully-trimmed and lighted Christmas-tree-to-go package saver leaped-off of the full-color glossy inserts' page!
From ear to ear I smiled, beaming warmly at her.
She looked on ... at first with perplexed interest, and then, moments later, looked up at me, with an evil gleam in her beady black eye, saying, "what is this some sort of joke?"
Stepping a' back, stunned by her rebuke, I clarified, "No my dear, it's a coupon; a Package Saver Special".
"I don't want your F ....ing PACKAGE SAVER SPECIAL!"; and in a huff, off she strutted, her mind in a tizzy.
"Hm", wondered I aloud; "how do these stores make it these days, in this economy, with such demanding customers?"
Just then a tall icy-silvery-blonde knockout, speaking Russian gently brushed against me, switching to English, she managed, "Sir, pardonnneee me", slightly squinting her eyes ... quelling an amazed look that she was determined not to let show through, in a tell-tale thick Muscovite manner; "are you'rrr akcoming or v'going insidddeyed?"
Stunned by her inquiry, intensity and liquid gray eyes, and eyelashes longer than a Siamese cat's whiskers, dazed, the coupon dropped, floating through the air, in slow slow motion, then and there; "Definitely", I mustered, intentionally deepening my voice, and then growled, "yes, I would like to come inside, as you say", as we both entered Cartier, my opening the open.
Later, through plate glass windows, as I was holding on my wrist a try-on, all in the jeweler's turned, as if in unison, our eyes affixed on a commotion at the far end of the passageway outside: the mysterious Christmas tree hunter apparently had decided upon a tree; that was simply not for sale; security, dispatched, quelled her "acquisitive tact" with their, what seemed, tazers before our very eyes: the entire matter moving as if, too, in slow motion; turning back to the counter, the salesperson asked, "Mr. ________worth, what will that be?"; "Yes, oh, yes ....", I replied, clearing my throat; "here, use this", handing to him ..... ------------
"Excussuse me, you'd forgoot dhis!"
"Yes, yes, I suppose you've a point."
"Oh, yes, annnn herrrs my number; call me if you wantt to visitt the auction next weeek; wee are selling our houses here, and everthingg is for sazles! You like anticks?"
Semantics, more than that; you can figured it out!
It takes a "best-selling author chic", right?
Hm.
So you ask yourself: "does she rate as yet another Psyop front?"
HINT: Linkage, literally, to the solution is already provided, in the posted title.
Creepy, or what?
Maybe some New World Order-NWO types are simply using her book's primary plot as a "navigational blueprint to depopulation" ... or perhaps her book amounts to another NWO driven "pre-quill" to an unfolding event?
ASIDE: Should you wish nailing the NWO "clues" already availed {'psst: "title as directive"}, your search will abet your quickly figuring out which recent "bestseller" -- if that's what you can call it (as, who really knows about all those of its purported "sales figures") -- goes referenced.
Oh, you're lost, right?
Perplexed; then, you'd best cast about online.
Your apprehending those keywords cited, should go far in helping your unfurling nasty -- BUT REAL and HELLISH -- news.
HINT FOUR: New Zealand.
So ... 'um, you're worried about the "flu"; baby that's the hor d' oeuvres ... the twelve course "carnage feast" is a' come 'in (from some lab?).
... from the beginning, her golden hair gleamed too brightly under Palm's brilliant mid-day winter sun, my casual laser focus beamed from the corner of my sunglasses, in a flash, as I turned, pearly whites smiling, taking another sip from that massive, sugar-froth-edged, tiny plastic palm-tree spiked, mixed-amnio-berries-drink .... of whatever it was .... that rose up before me on a too bright, painted white, reproduction, Victorian, cast-iron cafe table-top: This club's sound system rocked across a parade of self-devoted super-stars and starlets, chock-full of eager eyes, lush lips and passing glances ... it being the place to be and be seen and see the world.
Who is she, and what will be the first thing out of her mouth ... to me, ran a faintly consuming thought; what is she carrying ... in that ... one piece number, ran a faintly lust filled stream. ----------------------------------------------- "Another Tonic Ridgley?"
"U .... ' y ... 'a ... yes: yes, two limes; no, you had better make that three today, I'm in that mood, if you would."
"Right away; is the sun too bright on you ... let me adjust your umbrella; there .... you have a wonderful view today, Mr. Winfield-Burke; I see."
"Chips, you ... have a way with words ...", clears throat, smiling; looking-off into the opposite direction, from behind ever darkening transitional, genuine tortoiseshell framed, lenses.
" ... it will be just a minute sir!"
"Oh, good, Chips; if you've got some of those tangy-almonds and a slice of Jewel's lemon tart ... put them on my chit, too. Say ... oh ... o 'never mind; yes, that will do it for now."
His eyes peering, from behind those lenses, while he carefully directed his head, in what appeared another direction, doing a bee-line ... back to that head of angel hair that had been intermittently claiming his otherwise relaxed attention. Then ... he kicked back, dropping his bare ankled, vintage, black-leather-Gucci-loafers, with their red and green instep band, with its sparkling metal horse-bit, off of his feet, leaning lazily back, as far as he could, using both hands, splaying open his unbuttoned hot-pink and acid-green polo shirt's collar as far as he could, so that he could take-in directly another dose of warming light against his face and upper chest.
"My pleasure!"
"Freeze!"
"Ha' ?"
"No, don't move an inch ... remain perfectly ... still, as you are."
"If you say so."
"Shhhhh! I do ....", bamb!
"You've quite an aim, and a way with words ... my fair lady."
"Yes, I do; and you're lucky that spider didn't have the chance, you'd be hurting had it sunk its fangs into your neck!"
Brushing ever so slightly, standing near and over him, her mid-section against -- what he swore he felt on the cusp of his right ear -- him, he pushed his chair back, now, again, sitting, unwittingly, back in that hot sun's heat, as the rest of her glided past him, his pressing, in rapid succession, open and shut, his tired lids ... like a whisper on the wind, the scent of precious gardenia and jasmine filled her trail and his mind.
"To whom do I owe this lifesaving adventure?", Ridgley managed, in a nonchalant delivery, lowering his voice an half-octave reflexively.
Flicking her hair, a mane of glistening golden curly and wavy locks, parted high to the left side, a statue of slender perfection --- for a fleeting moment --- she stood there, as if flash-frozen, knitting her full and arched eyebrows -- feigning a vaguely commanding scowl -- in that resplendent criss-crossing snow white one piece, balancing on white strapless mules, breathlessly, a golden saffron-toned goddess, from whose ruby-red, cherubic pair of glossy lips, with eyes so brilliant a transparent blue that it almost hurt to make direct contact with them and that fancy dark eye-makeup that suggested that Cleopatra had been her mom or something, she purred, as a twenty caret royal-blue topaz on white gold inter-laced chain graced her elegant neck a' shimmer, "Glenda ... Horne la Tour", enunciated in a too sweet, high-pitched laugh, hardly accenting a single word too much, her crisply aristocratic Parisian French accent at full-throttle, in a twist and a strut, like some exotic sports car, she disappeared into one of the club's private cabanas ... out of sight now, now that she, in one-flew-swoop apparently had saved his life ---- or so she claimed ---- her stinging slap across his neck had shocked the daylights out of him, and now, out of sight, she was ... driving him ... into a silent and consuming distraction of another sort, as he recoiled from the pace of their encounter, drawing deeply a drag on his refreshed drink's new green snaking swizzle-stick, and pinged his scrubbed fingers together, flicking that latest phony miniature multi-colored umbrella in a wicked flick, jettisoning it high to kingdom come, now that ... savoring his nearly paralyzed thoughts unfrozen, the ice in his drink melting fast, the condensation on the stemware making it more and more slippery between his fingers, now that she had ... stolen ... a piece of his heart, to some degree, driving another part of him ... well, insane, beneath that blazing white mid-day spring sun, while the glimmering waters of the turbulent saltwater mega-pool, itself a simulated technological glory, beckoned him to hurry up and take a dip, his standing there, right at its deep-end, at the Palms.
You're worried about aging ... have or have considered embracing those products and protocols .... that your seriously youthful friends --- in-the-know, already have, and you presently find yourself actively pursuing Anti-Aging and Age-reversing ie. via astute medically assessed and scientifically analyzed | substantiated (astoundingly researched too!) biomarkers, implementing .... through DAILY discipline ... these:
(A) Holistic health
(B) Integrated Anti-aging measures,
sustained through costly and decisive "life-style choices" so that you might ... and can ... currently ... CHEAT OLD-MAN AGE ... so that you can retain what you have ... were ... or intended to be ... years ago.
Make no mistake about it .... SOMEONE in the World "Health" Organization-WHO or W.H.O. [read: New World Order United Nations types] wants to strip away ---- as they already have elsewhere on this planet --- in the dead of night, each and everyone of your rights ... you science heads ... to possible naturopathic and nutraceutical ie. freeze-dried and concentrated aka super-food supplements.
DESIRE TO DESTROY SUPER-FOODS
WHO types and their shadow sponsors want ex. to limit your "possible intake" of any and all SUPER-FOODS STUFFS to "prescription only", and then to "amounts of ex. 10 mg of fat-soluble Vitamin C ie. Ascorbate Palimitate; or, for that matter eg. Amino-Acids et cetera, at ex. 10 mg. dosage".
Clear is their ie. W.H.O. and the world's Shadow Government's agenda ... that you extended life and UBER HEALTH is not what they envision: so far, overnight, in recent years, such vitamins and supplements have DISAPPEARED OFF OF SHELVES OVERNIGHT -- LITERALLY -- in ENGLAND, GERMANY and FRANCE, already!
Unless you act now ... your "dating" and "looking and feeling your best" ... sans the use of most pharmaceutics: which rate either harmful or encompass hideous side-effects ... will have been an alternative ie. the SUPER-FOODS & SUPPLEMENT that you either took for granted, intended to "come around to", or "did not know about"; but, thereafter, will have gone toasted as an option!
Were you to research this CODEX ALIMENTARIUS gig, simply DO NOT BELIEVE what you read at that seemingly default fount .... of unrelenting N.W.O. spin-propaganda ... that people look things up in.
Its sicko-spin, regarding the exemplar topics aired above ... only the most attentive reader will find apparent in any "read between the lines" take on the gibberish that that source sneakily touts!
Beware ... before the US of A's Congress right now ..... is a RIDER, re this psychotic latest anti-WARREN HATCH ACT: mid-1990's legislation that became LAW, which protects USA citizen rights to use non-FDA presided over vitamins, supplements and super-foods et cetera FREELY!....
Whereto, its authorship cretins, wish to destroy your freedom to remain HEALTHY; no matter how much money as a US of A resident/citizen that you might currently have ... and take for granted ....
W.H.O. SEEKS to "disappear" OVERNIGHT and make CONTRABAND ALL mega-supplements or super-foodstuffs, whatsoever.
Make no mistake about it this is a matter that the major "news" networks do not want you to know or DO ANYTHING about, before your rights go ... STOLEN!
Flicking among various "news sources", speeding past their "monitoring this, that or those reports", dis-information wrought of Psyops [keyword; read: "look that one up"] rule the day .... for most ... who is kidding whom? Kool-aid driven gigs have never been my thing; yours?
Beyond that barrage ... ie. what "unfurled in todays news stories, blurps and sound-bites", one reaches out, perhaps, to atop .... some bookstore's shelf ... or dusts off from some long forgotten literary collection's shelves ... the currently, telling ---- in and of itself ---- resurrected, in the rediscovered Masterpiece's section, at your local mega-type bookstores ie. his literary work "On Moral Fiction", John C. Gardner's far reaching opus.
A sense of hope rises up ... amounting to a "parsers' paradise" as he sleighs truisms ... while running close shaves with a few of his own as he navigates, sort ' of, arcane yet foundational realms ... that inherently twist and turn, with all gradients of grays ... though, at worst case review, his "philosophical checks on life sustaining behavior enterprising", rates, as something of an upward spiraling, verses, concentric circles layered, model; building, in a manner of speaking, upon itself, projecting and spinning, dizzying, eternally without end ... outward and at times upward, off the floor of a flat universal cosmology; wittingly or not; but, going nowhere, almost; despite a modicum of circular reasoning, it appears his work rates as sonorous, replete with upward lift!
Alternatively, maybe ... he just hit the bottle too much?
Though, he pounces on tripe, such as Warhol, and that other loser Satre ... and an entire array of ... clowns wearing suits and vestments, he offers serenity at counterpoint to anger, angst and outrage.
Oh dear.
LOVE - PEACE - JOY: oh, and no "past lives", for now.
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