Is that A Dead Hamster on Your Head or are You just Glad to See Me?

Dog Poet Transmitting…….

The winds of change are blowing across the tundra. The wolves are howling. Their distant voices merge in a rough harmony, across the great wastes of the land that might have been. However, as the great sage once said, “Those who miss after almost wining, should have known the end from the beginning.”

The wolves seem to be at a fairly great distance but sound is tricky in the wild. Anyway… there is nothing but time and as a result, distance is no thang, the same way that lies are no thong, even when that which the lies conceal isn’t even there. Let us consider Donald Trump. That hair of his is some kind of a thong and definitely what the hair conceals, serves a purpose not unlike what one associates as ‘thong job one.’ Of course, we should keep in mind that a thong does nothing in terms of protection or concealment from the back end.

I hear seemingly reasonable people talking up The Donald, as if he weren’t some morphed variation of Donald Duck with a vocoder VST and different writers and script girls. I keep getting eerie flashbacks of what was going on when that lying sack of shit, Cucumber Obama was milking the poisoned tit of American Consciousness with his rope a dope ‘hope and change’. Hope went south for the duration and change went to Cousin Brucie Jenner and a couple of million dead people in the Middle East. Then some millions set out for The Promised Land, which is not unlike the Land of Hope, where they are serving to destroy European Culture, under the guidance and direction of Zionist Bankers, who orchestrated the whole deal, as an extension of an earlier arrangement that was reached between them and His Satanic Majesty, as a counterpoint to the apocalypse, which is tantamount to using a sandy beach as a barrier to ocean waves.

America and the rest of the world seems to be using that ‘let’s get fooled again’ defense against whatever common sense managed to survive whatever version of Common Core they got a diploma for. At their graduation everyone showed up in a thong instead of a cap and gown, being as the ceremonies were held in South Beach, for whatever the reason was. That’s not as bad as it seems given Trump’s place at Mar a Lago being in close proximity. Anyone who owns the Ms. America Pageant is certainly qualified to run the U.S. government.

It’s the hair, though, that tells me he’s the man. There is something truly strange about someone with all that money using a Krishnamurti comb over weave, when he could just get an Elton John or some variant out of the cutting edge technology of the day. Nothing says success at the polls like a false front; just ask any presidential candidate, that you actually heard about, from the last 50 years. You know they’ve backsplashed into the Ronald Raygun meme and isn’t it something more than ironic that Ronnie’s biggest supporters are mostly all from the ranks of those most injured by his policies?

What are they thinking? What is anyone thinking? They are not thinking. They are reacting like a control group of laboratory rats. That’s not cheese waiting at the end of the maze. Right about now the reader must be wondering why something like this is happening at Origami. I was wondering the same thing. It is not what we set out to do but we don’t have as much say about what gets done here as the reader might think and anomalies come and go. Everything comes and goes, including all of us, unless we got that Elijah gene and he went too. There are, of course, exceptions to the usual routes of departure but you don’t hear about them all that much, if at all.

Some might think that the public is just that stupid but that is not the main reason why what happens happens. That is just tangential. The real reason is an addiction to hope. People just refuse to look reality in the face. They keep wishing and hoping, with that Dusty Springfield song running through their heads and they absolutely will not let go of the empty comfort of their denial in the face of every other indicator otherwise. They cling like shipwreck victims to anything that floats… hoping that the angry seas will take them to some hoped for shore that isn’t Dinah Shore, cause she’s dead too and no doubt she was hoping for a different outcome too, the same as Princess Die.

Trump is less like the White Rabbit than he is The Mad Hatter. Here is something we know about in this location and that is ego levels and their degrees of combustibility. The reason is that we have seen the gradients in operation for years, up close and at a distance. Ego is a little like earthquakes, where each digit brings a factor of ten to the impact level. Below a certain number it’s not all that alarming. You might feel the ground rumble but the china stays in the cabinet. However,… beyond a certain point, real damage occurs and Trump’s ego is way past that point. Trump’s ego in earthquake terms is comparable to something like the San Francisco quake or some of the other celebrated bouncy castle events.

Trump’s ego is one thing at a Ms. America Pageant, or an episode of The Apprentice. It will be quite another thing in a moment of national crisis. Another unfortunate aspect is that people with large egos are easy to control, by certain powerful elements, who are very savvy about this condition. I’ll mention appeals to one’s vanity as only one of a number of examples we could come up with here. Big egos are very dangerous. They are certainly dangerous to the person who possesses one but who cares in that respect, given the value of whatever teaching moment comes out of the inevitable locus of demonstration. The sad part is the danger that radiates out into the lives of everyone affected by that teaching moment, either through being too close to the flameout, or on the receiving end of whatever mad shape the madness takes. Given that H. Clinton is on the other side of the options menu at this juncture… it does not bode well for the human race.

There are far too many people that think the Muslims are the problem, or that the immigrants are the problem, or the poor are the problem. The problem with any religion is the fundamentalist angle but even then, the Muslims are not the problem, the bankers are the problem. The immigrants are not the problem, it is the types of immigrants being selected for transfer into specific cultures for specific purposes that are the problem. The poor are not the problem. The bankers who have rendered such a large portion of the populations poor are the problem. I have met a good number of Muslims, immigrants and the poor who are fine people. The vagaries of destiny will render every one of us poor at some point. It is how you deal with it, not what you are dealing with. I would much rather be poor financially than poor spiritually. One will be fixed in time, sooner or later and the other… there are no dangers in life that come from being poor financially that can match up with being poor spiritually.

We are looking at a perfect storm in both a cultural and global financial manner. The good news is Mr. Apocalypse, who weaves every plot and perversity to the ends of a complex manifest destiny, under the aegis of our better angels. In the end, it is less important whether Trump or Clinton becomes buffoon in chief and more important what Mr. Apocalypse intends to do with them. It is less important what Satanist, George Soros, does to the European Union than what Mr. Apocalypse intends to do with Little Georgie Sorrows. It’s all under control, however it might look otherwise and the only reason we cannot see how precise and perfect the whole affair is, is due to the fact that we can only see so far ahead and regardless of how far ahead we might be able to see, we see through a glass darkly.

God is not mocked.

There is a seriously toxic virus afoot.

Some numbers of us believe that only through certain actions we might take, individually and collectively, can we make a difference in the world around us. Some of us believe that we have to make some great noise or add to the swelling tide of some temporary revolt but the truth is, it is a change in consciousness and awareness that does all the work of necessary transformation and that is Mr. Apocalypse’s job also. What we can do is surrender to the very best within us; to the highest level of aspiration that we can manage, under the guidance system of the intuition and let that be the GPS for all we think and say and do. What we can do is up the degree of our focused attention upon the moment we find ourselves in and work with the force of constantly reminding ourselves to pay attention, as much to what is going on inside of us as we presently pay to what is going on outside of us. We influence life as a direct expression of what we are and this we do wherever we are and wherever we go; keeping in mind that it is what or whom it is that looks through our eyes that determines what we see and how we engage it. One should always remember the result of a stone thrown into a lake and how the ripples will eventually encompass the entire surface of the lake and no matter how slight and imperceptible may be our perception of this… it all has an effect… however slight, however imperceptible. When enough of us get this, it will no longer be slight or imperceptible.

End Transmission…….