the jester

“Enough,” said the king.
 

But still the jester mocked him.

“If thou dost not desist, jester, a dishevelled forelock is all of thee that shall remain.”

And still the jester mocked the king. 

So the king turned the glare of media upon this jester, and with every epithet his squeamish subjects could stomach, BLASTED HIM.

Still the jester mocked the king. 

So the king called on paid jesters of the court to mock this miscreant in return. And so it came to pass that Jester Oliver – Master of the Revels – spun inanities before the nation.

Still the jester mocked the king.

Sixty three million dollars of the nation’s coin disbursed to lambast the rogue jester… and still the jester mocked the king. 

Disheartened now – for the jester seemed impervious to derision – the king summoned his magicians to the court and said unto them: “Invoke the spirit of evil!”

“Your lordship, not the spirit of evil,” the magicians replied.

“Thou shalt do to as I say, wretched conjurors.”

And thus was invoked the greatest villain known to man, and the jester who mocked the king was to be called, henceforth and by royal decree, Adolf Hitler.

Still the jester mocked the king.

Trompe-l'oeil

Trompe, thou speakest on matters thou knowest naught of.

You’re going to tell me what I know and what I don’t know? It doesn’t take special insight or a personal history of deprivation to see that this country is going down the tubes. The government is an elite-run special interest club. Everybody knows it. I don’t take money from these people. And everybody knows that too.  

Thou dost not take their coin, but thou dost build castles for their dwelling. Trompe towers, golf courses and casinos offer naught to the common man.

You don’t know what you’re talking about. It’s called employment. 

Nay, exploitation. 

I’ve hired and fired more people than can fit in this building. Sure, not all of them were happy, but many were and many went on to have good careers, and now they play on my golf courses. That’s life. The hurt feelings of one or the other should not become some kind of barometer by which we gauge the rightness of a situation. And we sure as hell shouldn’t base policy on them. It’s called business. You win some, you lose some.

‘Tis a dismal existence wrought from the metal of business alone. There is more to life than work and remuneration. There is compassion and goodwill, of which it appears thou hast been but poorly endowed.

You’re confusing things. You think that because I don’t like handouts and I’m tough on immigrants that this makes me uncompassionate. Think again. Do you think that hand-outs ever made anyone happy? They never have. They may have made people comfortable for a while, but no one ever feels accomplished and positive from things that are not the fruit of his own labor.

Spake the man born with a silver spoon in his mouth.

Says the guys speaking to me in Elizabethan English.  You don’t learn to speak like that in East Baltimore, my friend.

My diction doth not reflect my origins. I am of simple descent.

That’s fine, but then may I say that you sure have done what you can to elevate yourself. And I commend you. The fruit of your labor. You’re the kind of guy I want on my team… that is, if we can do something about your low energy.  

Commendations from thee are neither desired nor appreciated. And membership to thy organization is as loathsome to me as carbuncle soup.

Hey keep my family out of it! Hehe.

Pressing on. Thy obsession with partitions and segregation –

Excuse me, segregation, what segregation? I took 46% of the Hispanic vote in Nevada. As for “partitions”, not a partition, my friend, a WALL.

Should not men be free to seek happiness far and wide, not merely in the nation whence they originate. Man is free.

Sounds good, but it’s a load of you-know-what. By that logic the worst and most depraved should be allowed to relocated to the most prosperous areas so that they may have a chance to be happy. That's how you set up a race to the bottom. You don’t get excellence. You can’t bring in a million people with completely different cultural baggage, most with very little to no formal education, into an advanced society and imagine somehow that this is going to go well. Bring in excellent, civilized people, you will get excellence. Bring in scum, you get scum.

Thou reekest of fascist-pig, Trompe! Thou wouldst see a man perish ere let him enter thy fortified nation state.

I’ll help him succeed in his own country.

A war ravaged country?

I’ll help bring peace to his war ravaged country.

Trompe? A bringer of peace? What hilarity! Buffoon and imbecile have conjoined in thee. Hast thou not seen thy wayward carping on The Apprentice? What bizarre notions spewest thou.

Fact and fiction,  friend. You guys all love mixing those up whenever it suits you. There’s a name for your kind of folk: the Social Justice Warrior, defender of the minority over and above all.

That is the essence of a constitutional republic.

But not the way you guys play it. The way you play it it’s more like selective egalitarianism. Everyone is equal to everyone else, except the people you don’t like, which for some strange reason happens to be your own kind – although even that can be explained if you look at the people funding your operations, but let me not get into that.

Thou speakest deep from the well of a turbid mind.

No, you do. In your little SJW brain, your narrative is more important than what happens on the ground. Let me give you an example: over in Europe, when you guys read about hundreds of migrants in Cologne groping German women in a coordinated attack on New Year’s eve – all confirmed in police reports – your gut told you not to go there because it didn’t fit your egalitarian narrative with its imposed soft-spot for all things underprivileged; and also, most importantly, because you have to avoid anything that might make you look like a racist.  Rather a disfiguring disease than appear racist. The facts on the ground don’t matter. Listen, I don’t care what your narrative tells you, but no one fleeing a war ravaged country, as you say, is going to behave so god awful badly in their host country UNLESS, they are, well, scum. You see, we are not all interchangeable and we are not all equal.

Buffoonery, racism and xenophobia: Trompe’s policy-triptyque.

Trip-  what? You haven’t addressed the question. You’re a propagandist with a slippery Elizabethan tongue.

Ha! Says the king propagandist. No viler demagoguery hath soiled the American political stage as that which thou hast excreted from thy foul mouth the past six months.

Did I offend you? Not politically correct enough for you? Better get used to it Elizabeth, there's more of that coming

2016 – thank yous

Life has a way of teaching lessons. It often does it in a long-drawn and convoluted way. It does not pinch your ear and drag you to a blackboard to instruct you. It might just make you stumble enough to look down at the shit you are standing in, and if that is not enough, set a pothole in your path to effect the same. But much time must pass before it draws a tripwire outright to ensure that you fall flat on your face.

Eventually though, it does. And when you fall like that, you know! It stinks and it sometimes requires much effort to get back up, but it is usually so obvious and well deserved that some part of you is grateful for the opportunity to bury your nose in the dirt and smell the error of your ways.

Man likes to be instructed even if the instruction is harsh. Of course, some never learn and prefer instead to burrow further into the ground, dig tunnels under other people’s feet and undermine their fellow Man. But most people get back up, wipe themselves clean and move forward.

Getting back up and moving forward is largely a personal effort and an execution of will, but if you are lucky there will be a few people around to give you a helping hand. They will not be great in number and they will not always be those you expected, but they will be there. They are the winds in your back. 

This post is dedicated to these people. Look for them and thank them.

2015 was a very good year. A year of discovery, travel, writing and above all, learning. Gratitude to the four winds in my back: 

M.R (the light bearer)

My family (the home) 

M.B.M (the heart)

Lui Labas (the spirit)    

imagine 1

Imagine the earth is round and flat. Imagine you are sitting on a landmass so extensive that you cannot see its edge, and its edges are so inhospitable that even the most intrepid among us could venture far within them: an endless expanse of ice with no refuelling stations and temperatures of forty or fifty below zero. And imagine that from this circular edge extends up and around a vast dome made of a material as unyielding and impenetrable as diamond. And imagine that within this capsule all the activities and happenstance of life transpires. Imagine that you are sitting at terrace on a sunny day on a Parisian boulevard minding your own business. Imagine that you are looking up at a crystal clear sky when you see in the far far distance a speck rising up to the heavens. The distance makes it appear that it is not rising fast, but you can easily surmise that it is probably barrelling up at Mach 3 or 4. As you bring your espresso to your lips, keeping your eye on the projectile, you suddenly see it stop and explode. The explosion is a mere blip from where you are sitting, but when the flash dies the projectile is no more.

It is the new year. Your head is pounding. Most of the previous night was spent imbibing alcohol of all kinds with strangers you will never see again. You do not give this any more thought, at least not until later this day when you walk back to your hotel and catch a newsflash on CNN in the corner of your eye. An experimental commercial spaceship funded by a French billionaire exploded a minute after take-off. It was an unmanned flight.

Ha! This correlates with what you observed. You pat yourself on the back for your keen eye, and then think of it no more. After all, you have another party to go to that night and you wouldn't miss it for the world.Tickets are three thousands euros apiece. It’s held in a place called  Le Dome, a large glass structure the size of half a football field set atop the highest skyscraper in the world.

type 8 Homo sapiens: the vampire personality

If I could extract from you every Joule of energy by the action of a lever, I would not hesitate to press it down as long as you have breath in your lungs. Alas, I cannot take anything by force, but must manipulate you into offering it as an act of freewill. You might still think I would prefer to drink your blood, but I would not. No, no, no, there is no medium more effective to channel energy from your bosom into mine than the medium of human emotion.

Human emotions are subtle and manifold. Some are intense like rage, some seemingly dull, like apathy. But an emotion’s conductivity is not measured by its extravagance or “loudness”; it’s measured by its negativity. All conductive emotions are negative. There are no known positive conductive emotions. This is not to say that positive emotions do not have merit. They can sometimes serve as a springboard from which to send you plummeting to depths you would not otherwise sink to. Only from such depths could I extract from you certain samples of human hopelessness and despair. But such techniques must be employed with caution: these depths are not bottomless; there is always death, and a dead man produces no emotion of any kind, positive or negative.  

Let’s keep it simple.

To begin, you must be sure to place your man at a constant disadvantage (men and women alike). Caloric extraction works rather like electricity: there must be a positive and negative pole for the current to flow in any direction. To ensure that it flows in yours, you must maintain your man in a permanent state of disadvantage. By contrast, you yourself must always be positive. At the very least, outwardly; what you feel inside is of no consequence. You must always seem upbeat and winning, while your man must always, in some fashion or other, be losing. To highlight this, you must on occasion extend to him a straw for him to clutch at; it might serve to heave him partially out of the swirling water, but only so long as to give a positive emotional fluctuation. This is to be catalytic at best, but never let it lead him to safety. By definition the straw must break. How soon you wish this to occur is left to your discretion.  

The preferred emotional bracket is fear, anxiety, despair, longing and guilt. These are most readily accessible.  It is beyond the scope of this exposé to comment on all of these in detail. Suffice to say that each emotion has its particular wavelength, intensity and taste. Much as you may prefer fish over meat, I too have my preferences. I tend to go for the “stickier” emotions; emotions that enforce a certain adhesion or dependency… on ME. To wit: guilt and longing.

Guilt is perhaps my favorite. It is, indeed, practically a lever I can push down, so easily is it fabricated, so easily multiplied. There is no fonder taste than the taste of guilt. Saccharin and bitter at once. It is not even necessary for your man to squirm under it; it is quite enough to watch him drop his head at his imaginary wrongdoing. The procedure is simple: anything you do is to be minimized with one of a hundred pat justifications. Anything your man does is slipped under the magnifying glass and blown out of proportion. It is important to constantly harp on a selected grievance, regardless its pertinence or truth. Repetition is key. Lay down the narrative; work it hard and then draw down the guilt straight into your gullet. Yum. Oh, and one more thing: never, ever, ever forgive.

Longing. This is a wonderful tactic and can provide a heady flow of emotional calorie. However, it may require that you interact with your man en nature. Let us not beat around the bush: you must be intimate, as you must instate physical longing. Once in place, it is quite wonderful and vampiric. You will watch him grovel and act like a monkey and be quite beside himself with desire, and it will be child’s play to squeeze out of him any measure of caloric bounty. The procedure is elegant and simple: never offer anything; shun as a matter of course, but in random and infrequent instances open up in a show of abandon. This will place your man on a wrong footing and lay him bare to wholesale vampirism. These Joules can be sour, at times even vitriolic, but they are perhaps the finest.

The pallet is so much broader than the above, and there are many sub-emotions as succulent as these headliners, but the principles for extraction are the same: it is a zero sum game; always remain on the right side the zero; smile a lot and win.  

Good luck.

type 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

Evil - for dummies

What you do is you start a bank, then by sleight of hand you convince everyone that while you only have 10 units of coin in your coffers you can lend out 100 or even a 1000. It’s called fractional reserve banking. It’s legal. It means that you suddenly have 10-100x more money than you originally had. Then, once you have this funny money, lend it out but demand that it be repaid with real money, plus interest of course. You can do this at a small scale in your community, but once you get really good at it you can institute it a national level with a central bank. Most countries have a central bank that’s tied into the network of central banks; the few countries that weren’t tied in, like Yugoslavia and Libya, were – shall we say – chastised and brought into line. So once you have a central bank linked into the network you can cause all kinds of disruptions across the whole system – sorry, let me say that differently: WE can cause disruptions across the system, including in YOUR country.

However, sometimes monetary disruptions are not enough because people are smart and they start to circumvent the system with barter, alternative currencies and other fanciful ideas. Then you need to act physically through the other limb on this beast: politics. 

If you’re dealing with a dictatorship in a Middle Eastern or African country, a nice way to do it is to roll in this large horse called democracy. Fill it with a bunch of backward religionist crazies  –  actually, just fill it with any group that wants power, it really doesn't matter who they are – fund and arm them, give them a lofty name and then send them out on the streets. At the same time, ensure that you have a hip-sounding slogan that the “empowered” youth can cling onto, and then bombard social media with it; anyone who’s anyone will want to be part of this great movement. So roll in the horse with the crazies, get the Starbuckers hip to the idea and then roll out the plan. It sounds a bit disorderly, but that's precisely what you want. Disorder. We have organizations in these countries that can stage-manage these things. They are called NGOs. A lot of hip people want to work for NGOs. I swear, we get thousands of applicants a week. There’s no lack of volunteers. They don’t cost much, they are mostly useful idiots that work for nothing and have no idea who and what they’re subverting. It works well.

Of course, if you actually want to move in physically you cannot do anything without international buy-in. We cannot deploy our arsenal without the fat slob on the couch and the social justice warrior on TV giving us a thumbs-up – it’s unbelievable but it is like that – so we must demonstrate to these clowns that action is necessary. This is where the media comes in. 

What you do is, during the media-fed frenzy, you throw in a few agent-provocateurs to throw rocks and Molotov cocktails. People get hurt and bingo, the local law enforcement gets heavy handed and we have it on video. Usually that is not enough, but you can always get one of the local opposition groups to commit a false flag; promise them power and they’ll do just about anything. They want “democracy” so badly they are willing to use deception and force  to install it. Don’t ask questions, it just works.

So now we have skirmishes and tension, and all eyes on country X. We want that. This is important. Keep fires blazing all the time. Never let people look inward. Always keep fires blazing somewhere. It’s very important because it keeps eyes off of us. Keep up the strategy of tension, but if you really want to bring a large body of people under control it is not enough to keep their minds occupied with tension, you need to enter them into the fray either voluntarily as a fait accompli. In non-Western countries, you can usually just buy a Security Council resolution and do as you please. But in Western countries you can’t do that. Large scale invasions wouldn’t stand these days. Outward aggression is still recognized as such. So you must be more subtle than that. Do not use outward aggression in your backyard. You must subdue the people differently. 

You do it like this: just get everybody to agree on certain principles, and make sure that disagreeing with these principles is at first frowned upon and eventually grounds for social exclusion and ostracism. You have to build that up by gradualism. It takes a generation or two. Make sure that a person’s standing in society becomes dependent on his endorsement of these principles. This is subtle and requires that the dissemination and upholding of these principles be institutionalized and their enforcement “policed” until people start to police themselves. You will not need a thug with a ski mask to do this; a little lady with a website will be quite enough to shame people. Once you have created this culture, be sure to expand it and to harmonize it as widely as possible. It will take some work and a lot of it will be performed in the media because you must erode long-standing traditions. Of course, you will have one thing in your favour: people die and traditions die with them. The generations that follow will not know, let alone embrace these traditions. They will be far more responsive to the passive-aggressive threats of the little old lady than to any real outward threat, because – as you will discover – the threat of ridicule is so overwhelmingly crippling to a Westerner that he would rather forsake reason than to bear even for an instant this unpleasantness. This is a weakness that you must prey on. Once you have instituted this, you will officially have yourself a politically correct society. It’s wonderful. It’s like a floppy rag-doll you can prick pins into at will. Also, it costs virtually nothing!

Meanwhile, back in the tension-zone, our people will be supporting opposition groups, possibly with weapons but not necessarily. It is actually best to let things happen “organically” e.g. to incite repressive elements in the country and get some footage of ensuing violence, especially on women and children. You must try to have all German housewives crying, desperate with historical guilt; let them beg their leaders to help X, Y and Z per the footage.

Footage is remarkably effective. We did it recently. Children die by the thousands daily – THOUSANDS and in the most horrendous conditions of slavery, famine and so on – but we put our money on this piece of footage – it wasn’t even footage, just a single photo of a Syrian boy who drowned trying to escape with his idiot-father from one of our tension-zones. We knew it might have traction because it had the right elements. Of course, we ordered all our captured-outlets like the BBC to flog this and, if possible, spruce it up with sound effects and the right voice-tonalities, but we had no idea it would spread so virulently. Sometimes we are amazed at the effectiveness even of our own tactics and how benighted and hypnotized is our target audience. Sidebar. The point being, you get some footage, disseminate it, you pull at heart strings, you demonize opposition based on the policed-principles (abovementioned), and once the fat-slob and the social justice warrior are on-board, you can do as you please. The fat slobs are the fatuous horde at the rear; while the SJWs are the shrill frontline of your “free” army of idiots. Simple media propaganda can override even the most well-reasoned argumentation.

As a general rule, do not concern yourself with logic. We are in an era of rhetoric. That is the only thing that matters. You will never once hear a statistic cited as a reason to act. But you will see an unverified piece of footage be used for that very purpose. Do not bother with logic. Logic is effete. It’s for academics. Just follow the rule: the greater the tension, the greater the thrust. Do not worry about intellectual footing and legitimacy. So if you want to overrun Europe with refugees you must create a huge amount of tension, not a logical argument. The tension is the fuel; it propels the agenda. If your agenda is to overthrow a government, you will need a vast force. If your agenda is mass-displacement of peoples, you will likewise need a vast compelling force. Simply put: TENSION=FUEL. But when you ignite that fuel, you better know what direction it’s pointing in; you better have a plan, otherwise it can blow up in your hands. We have had this happen to us, for instance, when we fucked with the Russians. People can be aimless – this we can deal with  – but we cannot. We have to know what we want. In this case we are aiming for a broad-scale destabilization of Europe. It is not in our interest to have these large ethnically homogeneous nations in Europe. We cannot have that. It is not possible to control such units even with interlinked central banks. It is much easier to control countries that are struggling with constant and intense internal strife. Cohesion is not in our interest, at least not cohesion as defined by national self-determination.

Now, you may find this difficult to believe, but all of this can be done from a very high level with very little exposure. You will recall from history that some very important transformations were fomented as off the books black-operations. Remember, it is MUCH easier to create tension than it is to create harmony. Look at what happened in Paris.  A couple of months of planning, a few useful idiots and the entire city is locked down and the country is under martial law. I REPEAT: It is very easy to create tension. Very very easy and very, very cheap. Furthermore, tension you can do in the dark; harmony you must create in the light of day. So it is fortunate that we are not interested in the latter.

To get to practical matters, what will you need to create tension? Well, you will need many things, but you will need this first and foremost: MONEY. No one works for free, and even if they do, they still need to eat and, if they are armed, they need to be supplied and resupplied. There is no escaping it. There will always be a need for MONEY and there will ALWAYS be people who are willing to kill for it. Luckily we have money, since we can conjure it out of thin air and multiply it. 

If I were foolish enough to suggest to our enemies a means to root us out and lay bare our plot, I would tell them simply this: if you want to find out who we are then follow the age-old adage: Follow the money. And if in the process of your investigations you get lost and confused, then I would tell you to follow an even older adage: cui bono? – who benefits?

But would I be so stupid to cast pearls before swine?

known unknowns

What is known is that you woke up this morning, meaning that you went from a state of – let’s call it incognizance  to a state of relative cognizance. Relative because if it were absolute we would not be having this conversation.

Yes. I guess so.

Only in this state can you heave yourself out of bed.

Not completely true. There are somnambulists –

I’m speaking in general terms.

In general terms, yes.

So you heave yourself out of bed – by yourself  I do not mean you, but the large bio-vehicle you command – by the way, why are you all so large?

We’re not large – I mean, I'm not large. I only weigh 80 kilos.

I didn’t say heavy, I said large. But never mind, we’ll get to that.  So now you’re out of bed and the first thing you do is thrust this thing under a jet of lukewarm water. You do this daily, is that correct?

Yes – mostly. Although sometimes on weekends, when I have friends over–

Just the general outlines, please. Now. I noticed that while you are doing this, a radio is switched on automatically upstairs, as well as another machine from which a dark brown liquid percolates down into a receptacle. All outside your cognizance and volition.

That’s correct. It saves me time.

Time being important to accommodate so called “plans”, correct?

Correct.

These plans are conceived somewhere within the bio-vehicle. Would that be a correct statement?

Yes.

Perhaps within a sanctum of some kind?

Maybe. 

You don’t know?

No.

An unknown?

Yes.

Never concerns you?

No

Never gave it any thought?

Maybe once or twice.

Interesting. Moving on. Would I be correct in calling these so called plans “future imaginings”

That would be appropriate, yes.

Would you say that to conceive these imaginings you draw from experiences and align these with theoretical knowledge you have observed and taken to be true?

I would say that is correct.

Please, drink your liquid. Take your time. I assume your bio-vehicle needs fuel now and again.

This is not fuel. This is coffee. It serves no such purpose.

Fine. So just to recapitulate, you go through 24 hour cycles, during which your cognizance is eclipsed at least once for an extended period of time while your bio-vehicle is “recharged” (for lack of a better term) more or less in phase with celestial movements of the sun. Is this correct?

The sun doesn’t move relative to us.

A theoretical assumption. Case in point. No matter.  The question is, are you OK with that?

What do you mean?

I mean are you content with these circumstances?

Well, I mean – wait, I don’t understand.

Are you satisfied with this life?

Of course. I wouldn’t mind sleeping a little less, but  –  anyway, there’s much more to it than that. You're simplifying it.

We’ll get to the rest.  I noticed a second vehicle next to you this morning in the same enclosure.

That’s my wife?

Excuse me?

The woman I share my life with.

Why do you do that?

Because I love her.

What is that?

Love is something you feel for someone. It makes you want to spend time with the person and be close.

What is its origin?

What do you mean?

Do you possess knowledge of its causal relation to you. Why this vehicle and not another?

Please don’t call her a vehicle. Her name is Sarah.

I do not mean to offend. I have not the nomenclature. Your wife,  why her? Is there a causal hierarchy amongst wives?

I don’t know what you're referring to. We met at university. We just got along. I can’t explain it.

So you have no knowledge.

Not as such.

Is she also cyclically-constrained like you are?

What?

Is her cognizance eclipsed like yours, daily?

Yes, much more than mine. She is usually eclipsed – ah God,  what am I saying – she usually sleeps for like 9 or 10 hours. I only need 7, maybe less.

Does this mean you are proportionately more knowledgeable.

Not at all.

So there is no relation between the number of hours you are in a state of relative cognizance and your general level of knowledge?

No. Not really. She’s actually smarter than I am.

Smarter, meaning?

She’s faster to understand things.

So we must conclude from this that knowledge and time are not correlated.  You could have absolute knowledge in a single instant, or it could take you three hundred thousand years. There is no positive or negative correlation between time and knowledge.

I suppose, who knows.

So what do you do to increase your knowledge since, evidently, passive hours of relative-cognizance are of no help?

I have knowledge.

It seems you have a routine drawn up from experience and theoretical assumptions.

Is that how you describe my life? I have plenty of knowledge. I can disassemble and reassemble this HAM radio in fifteen minutes. I know that I can run flat-out for 1.2 kilometres.  I know exactly what to say and what not to say to Sarah just based on how she looks at me. Shall I go on?

You are cyclically constrained; your future imaginings struggle to exceed even a single decade; you have no knowledge – beyond the desire for proximity – why you are with your designated wife; your sight does not extend beyond a few hundred meters; you can barely recall what was said to you yesterday.  I am sorry to say that you are in the dark. I am not saying this to subdue you. I am merely pointing out the obvious. Could I have some of this substance? I would like to try it.

Of course. It’s a Colombian-Brazilian Arabica blend. Wait, I use this stainless-steel percolator, don't take that stuff.

What are you doing?

I am preheating your cup.

You seem very knowledgeable of this fluid and its preparation. It must be very important in the life of Man.

In fact it is.

Interesting. 

Yes, indeed.

It’s good.

I told you.

But why? Why is it good?

Oh for God’s sake, man, can you just shut up and enjoy it

Fine. God - we'll take that one up next.