After Capitulation

We are here now because we allow our elected politicians to be leveraged by a ruthless minority, by any means necessary. We allowed mass incarceration, and disenfranchisement of millions, long before Trump ran for anything.

We are here because Prohibition, White Nationalism, and Post WWI antisemitism forced the creation of Murder Inc, and the Commission, a national crime syndicate that did not stop when prohibition or WWII ended.

That crime syndicate is now global and controls the HR assets of all three of the US Government’s Branches. They are no less ruthless than they were when they ran the feds out of Newark during prohibition, and kept the booze flowing, before beating the Nazis in streets of New Jersey.

The syndicate used, and uses history to justify every act of terrorism, bribery, and extortion to exact revenge and trillions from those whom their heirs have been well conditioned to believe hate them.

I have lived my whole life in this configuration: stolen land, being taken again by yet another wave of ruthless fanaticism, leveraging, ethnic cleansing, and genocide of those who are tagged as descendants of anyone deemed as opposition.

Ignorance abounds, as the planet burns. Syndicated incompetence reigns unchecked.

Syndicated Incompetence rules the SCOTUS. Leverage matters. The syndicate has it, and this SCOTUS proves it. Is this a devastating reality?

Nope, just business as usual, here in New Jersey.

Players get played, no doubt. Fanatics are idiots, and addicts are addicts. The black bag of dirty tricks is nearly bottomless. The house always wins. But:

There is always a higher level of play. The syndicate is not exempt from correction. They just have grown too fast to adjust their command-and-control system.

Calm and assertive presence: no anger, greed or delusional thinking, is the way to coexist with syndicate-controlled HR assets, after capitulation. Until then we all need to clam on, keep our qi nurtured and keep on truckin’.

34 years of night school got me a MA at teaching, after decades of long days taking hard hits in this system, always resisting - It took me a bumpy, confused lifetime to wrap my damaged psyche around the facets of this combine.

Nature is reality, and she plays her tune in an infinite flux of multi-dimensional variables. Enjoy the ride. Every place is sacred, every moment precious, every breath miraculous.

We are here to savor, not suffer, but the choice is each of ours to make every moment we are well enough to realize this. Yes, it takes practice.

May that big mother’s prankster photons drive good vibrations in range of your signal reception. It sure helps if you are listening, just sayin’.

Whoever’s flag flies after this mess burns and crashes, what is left of us must pick up the pieces.