Grotesque: I Will Let You In On It

Read an interesting interview with Mišak. He has this TV show on paranormal etc. and often hosts Icke. It's the  usual, of course, but there was an interesting bit on media: "it's still the same old dump; it's just that the light is brighter."

Anyway, things not really bursting around me, decided to treat myself to a day of reading. I must have obtained Estulin's the Bilderberg Group, God, two years back or even more. As I will explain in my rendition on Jung, I don't quite enjoy accounts "where all is true, and all is false," but that there's something to this is beyond rational doubt.

What makes me say so? Ah, the list is endless. Say Orwell. As I explained elsewhere, fiction is hardly fictional. The fact that each always sticks to his cronies, especially the rich. Wikileaks on Slovenia, where the US ambassador fixes the newly elected government.

But what I loved most is that he shot himself in different poses of - smoking. Call me immature, primitive or what you like - I've always preferred pranker kids to those docile, polite and obedient. Just the other day, I heard of a 14-year-old who started reading Lolita.
- So, how is it?
- Perverse.
- But is it good though?
- Didn't I say it's perverse?

I also ran into that abominable Carl Bildt yesterday on Twitter. I even once called this world the world of Carl Bildts. In short, the guy's so smooth he would probably "sell his mother to row on a galley." It's a physical incarnation of everything this world does not need, in my humble opinion.

Of course, apart from escapism and a small, neat meaningful niche, there's not much you can do in a mesh of "old and new wrongs." Maybe write if you've got talent. You just might pull out the right beam and collapse the attic - or the lines might simply be beautiful. But I wish someone with more patience than me would finally write a kids' parable on that final lesson of their brief education, which spells out they are - eaten alive.