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Sunday, May 27, 2018

"Tonight's Word: I Hope The Smoking Man's In This One" - Heisenberg - 5.27.18

Entry Submitted by Heisenberg at 7:31 PM EDT on May 27, 2018

Life is like a box of chocolates. A cheap, thoughtless, perfunctory gift that nobody ever asks for. Unreturnable because all you get back is another box of chocolates. So you're stuck with this undefinable whipped mint crap that you mindlessly wolf down when there's nothing else left to eat. Sure, once in a while there's a peanut butter cup or an English toffee. But they're gone too fast and the taste is... fleeting. So, you end up with nothing but broken bits filled with hardened jelly and teeth-shattering nuts. And if you're desperate enough to eat those, all you got left is an empty box filled with useless brown paper wrappers. – Cigarette Smoking Man

And that brings us to tonight’s word: I HOPE THE SMOKING MAN’S IN THIS ONE

You know…not many apologies fly around the pub and why should they? This is a place of free speech for all. Barring any physical threats, like that one time, this room is a free for all for anyone brave enough to try to control the narrative. Controlling the narrative has become more important than I ever imagined. We get so involved here, it’s easy to forget the rest of the world doesn’t really care about dracos or fiat money. Here I thought we were just trying to keep the vibes high. And the trolls low. I thought we were just trying to keep some from hopelessly burning their ZIM. Maybe try to plant a seed of humanitarian work to benefit those who didn’t quite hear the clarion call. Maybe just try to build a little sense of responsibility that comes with this great power. My God if this kid says, “with great power comes great responsibility” one more time... Maybe just try to let people know that the conscious which can be a pest buzzing in the ear…is not necessarily a bad thing. All this while trying not to come across as too preachy…well… it’s a 100 foot up tightrope walk for sure. But definitely nothing to apologize for. And yet…here I am.

I would like to apologize to the X-Files. You gave us conspiracy theories back when conspiracy theories weren’t in fashion. You gave us the lone gunman and tin foil hats long before that infowars guy jumped on the bandwagon. You gave us black goo before black goo was sexy. Oh behave. Or as the Russians call it “black cancer”. So hot. I’m here to apologize that I missed season 11. I don’t really know what I, or we, were doing Jan 3rd, 2018, but I missed the whole ride. Catching up now, but missed it in real time. Which is really too bad for all us red pillers because there is so much disclosure in there just for us. The Mengele effect? Bionic arms? Project Blarney? The Lost Art of Forehead Sweat is genius. Anyways, there’s my apology to the X-files, the show that gave so much and only asked us to believe. Only asked us to question the existence of a shadow syndicate running puppet governments hiding alien life on Earth. Only asked us to open our minds to the wonders of the universe, no matter how bright or how dark. It is kinda spooky I’m talking to the television? I’ll never miss a season again, but maybe spring for the Hulu suggestion page next time? I love you. I'm sorry. Please forgive me. Thank you.

And now back to your regularly scheduled program….


Someone recently said, if you believe in just one ufo sighting, then by default you believe in them all. Or something like that. I guess that’s why some people will actively avoid the topic all together. Why go down that rabbit hole? You might not like what you find. What if it truly is like the Hollywood psyop? Mars attacks? Why didn’t my government, who exists to protect me, tell me about ETs earlier? Is it because they weren’t really here to protect me? Did they think I couldn’t handle the truth? Do they think I’d lose my shit?

Does the cancer man think that little of me? Does the syndicate only see me as chattel? Do they think they are doing me a favor be creating a nice prison full of fried chicken and lite beer for me to sleep in? They are probably thinking, “You little ungrateful bastard. Do you know how hard it is to coordinate the NFL? Do you know how many major league baseball games there are? 162, that’s how many. The travel logistics alone. You should be thanking us you’re not speaking Russian right now.”


So I wonder if smoking man actually thinks he’s fighting for us? As much as he thinks we’re chattel, does he think he’s doing the right thing? I think he knows what he’s doing is wrong, unlike a psychopath, but I think he also thinks we are unable to decide/think for ourselves. That if left alone to our own decision making, we’d destroy the world. I think he thinks we need him. Here’s a great conversation and the more I hear it, it sounds like a conversation between Jesus and the Devil. Not exactly, but similar. And of course, us humans always seem to be the pawns in the grand chess game.


Enter the red pilled. Enter the lone gunmen and Fox Mulder. Each from different walks of life. Each with their own unique view of a world gone wrong. Maybe one of us sees how corporations are sucking the middle class and our environment dry. Maybe one of us worked for the military as saw some questionable heroin shipment going out. Maybe one of us worked for the NSA and witnessed illegal spying thru personal smart phones and computers. Edward Snowden boom. Maybe one of us worked for a concrete company filling up deep underground military bases and saw a spacecraft, not of this earth. Maybe an airline pilot sees an UFO fly past him at speeds unthinkable. Either way the wind blew to get you here….here you are. Here we are… gaining in numbers and demanding answers. Demanding answers? Who are you to demand answers? You are in no position to demand anything says cancer man while blowing smoke in your face with that nazi way he holds his Morleys. But I like your spunk, Spooky. You’ve become a player in the game. And I respect that.


And at some point, we are all here called to testify about what we see. As hard as it is to be called Spooky and start rumors behind our backs, we know the truth. Well most of it. The pieces are starting to fall together after so many years of shuffling the puzzle pieces from one side of the desk to the other. And wouldn’t you know it? Someone lost the box so we’re really shooting blind. All we have is a burning desire for the truth. For the truth to be known and the lies exposed. And maybe we have some faith that the sun will come into the room. And maybe, if you’re a believer….maybe….you’ve got God on your side.


As for the smoking man and the many men in black like him, maybe they’ll give up smoking after a lifetime. Maybe it’ll be hard for them to give up the power that was given to them to change the destiny of the human race. That’s a pretty big nut to give up. To topple governments, remove anyone that stands in your way. Make or break or remove presidents. The freedom to be unaccountable to any higher authority. It’s going to be tough. Some are not going to make it. Some are going to think it’s better to burn out…than fade away. So be it.

But I have a good feeling there’s some cancer men with mercy in their hearts. Maybe they grow tired of the black op game. Maybe they would like to write…get published. Maybe they’ve been looking…waiting for a way out. And the RV is finally it. I could kill you whenever I please….but not today. Is life like a box of chocolates?


We have a small problem….they’ve reopened the X-Files.

And that’s the word











"Staring At The Sun"

Summer stretching on the grass
Summer dresses pass
In the shade of a willow tree
Creeps a-crawling over me
Over me and over you
Stuck together with God's glue
It’s gonna get stickier too.
It’s been a long hot summer
Let's get under cover
Don't try too hard to think
Don't think at all.

I'm not the only one
Staring at the sun
Afraid of what you'd find
If you take a look inside.
Not just deaf and dumb
I’m staring at the sun
Not the only one
Who's happy to go blind.

There's an insect in your ear
If you scratch it won't disappear.
It's gonna itch and burn and sting
Do you wanna see what the scratching brings!
Waves that leave me out of reach
Breaking on your back like a beach.
Will we ever live in peace?
'Cause those that can't do often have to
And those that can't do often have to preach

To the ones staring at the sun
Afraid of what you'll find if you took a look inside.
Not just deaf and dumb, staring at the sun
I'm not the only one who'd rather go blind.

Intransigence in all around
Military's still in town
Armour plated suits and ties
Daddy just won't say goodbye
Referee won't blow the whistle.
God is good but will he listen?
I'm nearly great but there's something missing.
I left it in the duty free,
Oh, though you never really belonged to me.

You're not the only one staring at the sun
Afraid of what you'd find if you stepped back inside.
I'm not sucking my thumb, staring at the sun

Not the only one who's happy to go blind.



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