{∅, {∅}, {∅, {∅}}} : Rage Against the Meat Grinder

I would love to repatriate to the Land of Oz, but I don't think it is an option.  You see, I was born in the USA (end up like a dog who's been beat too much until you spend half your life just to cover it up!) + (this town rips the b-a-L-L-s off your back - it's a death trap, a suicide rap) ... in Quinn's The Story of B, B actually does leave the Unites States of Amerika to go on a speaking tour in, of all places, Germany (a place I am forbidden to love).   

All joking aside, I will be looking into how to go about getting a passport.  My nephew is in the mountains of Ecuador ... My mom has cousins in Sweden, but ... well, Sweden, unfortunately doesn't seem to have the bullocks to stand up to the Imperialists ...  It's not so much "political asylum" I am looking for ... just "intellectual asylum" where I won't be in such a dangerously anti-intellectual place like New Jersey Mafia Corporation where the main thing the bosses are paying for are their employees tattoos.  It's not just Dirty Jersey ... Russia, Israel, ... and even Japan's yakuza (50% of the population - McMafia)   

You know, all the Fool, Triste, had to do in order to elicit side-splitting, knee-slapping laughter was to tell the truth in the presence of the King and his phony a-s-s--Licking minions.   

You crack me up, Holden.

Oh, by the way, if I were to make some kind of one man exodus from the land of the slave (Schopenhauer called the USA "The Slave States" founded by "devils in human form"), would you be interested in housing my Mojo Manuals (nearly 200 notebooks from 1986 to 2013 (I would hold onto the last 6 or so)).  This is all just speculation ... and yet, sometimes a great deal of truth comes out in jest.

As far as Goebbels goes (now, remember our morbid sense of humor here), I had read his diaries when I was in, again - * OF ALL PLACES * - the county lock-up way back when they had a kick-A-S-S library (before the local teachers were thrown in there for going on strike ... and the knucklehead teachers actually complained that there was too much subversive literature in there.  Now there's just freakin Bibles, Korans, and dumb-A-S-S Twelve Step literature).  There used to be 5 copies of the then out-of-print This Perfect Day by Ira Levin.  They had everything Dostoevsky ever wrote.  They had textbooks on basic electricity, Calculus ... you name it.  Oh well, at least this autodidact was able to reap the priceless rewards of such a generous library.  Hell, we could even smoke tobacco in there back then.  Now the Tobacco Nazis have people using corn chips for currency.   

I used to be able to get 3 pancakes for two hand-rolled cigarettes.   

Oh, I'm in luck as far as the Goebbels Diaries go.  It looks as though they have a copy in this treasure trove public library I live next door to.  I remember some good passages ... like when he talks about ministers getting their education in a barn yard and then trying to instruct us on deep philosophical issues ... Nothing that is so, is so.  By this point in my journey, I have cognitive dissonance.  I am starting to have second thoughts to the third power about the things I have been taught.  The people I am supposed to look up to (founding fathers who were land-grabbing slave owners (Walmart Plantation)) turn out to be scumbags with tons of money (and weapons).  The there are the so-called revolutionaries who were promoting slave religions (Christianity and Islam) in the 1960's ... and then we wonder why we are even more oppressed now then they were then!

Like I said, cognitive dissonance.

Talk about side-splitting laughter:  make sure you are not eating or drinking anything when you watch the next video.  You might spit it all over the machine.



This next song is not really related to our dialogue, but it does get a certain point across:  Why bother arguing with dumb-A-S-S-ified gorts who don't question the status quo?  I don't even argue with my own mother anymore.  I don't argue anymore.