Two years ago I found in ZooTube, as Hentrich calls it, the title in Spanish “Militar Reptiliano grabado en su transformación ante las cámaras” by Marcelo Larin, a guy from El Salvador. Please take a look at Field Marshall Wilhelm Keitel´s eyes during the German surrender in 1945 from Italian archives. Between 5:43 and 6:01 Larin says Keitel´s eyes change. Below you have the link. I can only say that it is interesting.
I tried to watch most of the video, but found by the middle that I was not comprehending as much as I would like to, and to be blunt, witnessed my lack of ability to "hear Spanish" well. It is far more challenging than the written escribo.
Even when speaking the same language, we can expect to misunderstand, expect to be misunderstood.
Was the man discussing something similar to D.Icke? more about the Lizard People?
I suppose it is comforting to suppose one has some kind of secret insight into such things. Many boys whistle in the dark rather than admit being controlled from afar. And yet, this is only what I misunderstand him saying, if you get my drift. I have no idea what he was saying after awhile, and feelings of overwhelming culture shock returned, the kind of feelings I must have felt every time I went into the market to gather groceries among los gentes de Barrio de Freehold, dirty jersey, my hometown.
To be colonized is to be controlled from afar. I believe we all live as colonized peoples. I am colonized 3000 years back, whereas many of the more robust and vibrant peoples of the world have only been exposed to the "Reptilian" Overlords' rule for at most 600 years or so.
What I mean to say is that, in this Zoo, there is alienation within alienation, where those who may "look like" the "original colonizer" end up feeling socially alienated by the more fertile, rapidly breeding "colonized," who are genetically more similar to their indigenous ancestors.
It's just ironic, I suppose. I am a living example of how, even many generations into being colonized, the inter-tribal conflicts lead to a standardized language, in my case, German had been stricken from the "input" tube to the Old Noodles, and we are a couple generations at least into the Englisized German American ... fortunately for me, most programming languages use "English" type names and internal keywords; although I am always challenged when reading code written with all other parts in German or Spanish or Arabic or Russian. I confess that it is humbling and overwhelming at once to witness what a fool I am when it comes to interacting with the global community.
I do what I can.
Maybe the reason I am drawn to the math is because so much of it is universal to the entire globe.
There is a gigantic discrepancy between my inner life and the brute facts of my animal existence. So be it if the one overshadows the other. For some, the inner life is primary, which seems appropriate to me. Others put all their faith in the Outer World of Appearances, that is, in the phenomena inside other peoples' heads. They are more easily intimidated by gangs and mobs because they lack the courage to stand alone.
People may forget that, if you choose to stand alone, there is nothing preventing you from standing alone "in hiding." It is never wise to go toe to toe with the mob, the hordes, the stadiums, the Nuclear Family, the Town, the State, etc ... It is ok to HIDE.
Most animals do not need to be told this.
We have somehow come to live like insects in a hive, and yet we are still gregarious, ape-like creatures not designed to fly down highways on suicide-machines ...
our species is being taken for a ride by Cthuluic Mind Parasites, and all she wants to do is dance, dance ...
all she wants to do is dance
and make romance
she wants to party, she wants to get down
she wants to waste her entire monthly ration
on rock form coca-cola solid,
chasing it down with the hardest liquor
she can steal
all she wants to do is dance
like that skinny aging pop-punk musician
with the orange clown hair
old lady face
and red grocery store clerk uniform
after work-shift hours, after the self-hypnotic shuffle
to the local liquor store,
or first thing in the morning with a little cold can
of good old grain or barley
whatever it is, it makes you kind of dance
in the morning if you have a radio
and neighbors that can endure you, (most will not)
the best scenario is no neighbors at all
like that in Mendham USED TO have it
Hell, with enough liquor, who doesn't dance?
or even make romance (with themselves usually, treating their own bodies as an amusement park)
When I used to drink heavy, I would joke in the morning how i may have to press charges or get a restraining order against myself from my own damn self. I would rudely joke the next day how I had attacked myself last night, sexually abusing myself. Drinking in the morning, I had a better sense of humor than I do now, 4 years "sober."
The innuendo, in case I wasn't explicit enough, was that alcohol lowers my sexual inhibitions, even when it came to something as ape-shiit basic as giving my own goddamn self a Big Fat Orgasm. I give all credit for my shameless openness in this matter to [Spiritual Grandfather] Arthur Schopenhauer, for honoring his readers by focusing on what must be common to us all, usually ignored by polite society except for half-sloshed and starving stand up comedians.