I spent this Thanksgiving week in Laredo Texas. Black Friday came around and I felt a need to escape the motel room confines.

The motel was interesting enough, all in itself,  it had a large indoor garden full of tropical plants. The second floor balcony had places to sit, and take it in, as well as foot paths through the indoor jungle.

But it was time for a walk so I went out and walked around the shopping malls. Nearby was the usual Big Box stores, Wal- Mart, Home Depot, and a Guitar Center. I just missed out on the Black Friday specials at Guitar Center, bummer, they were closing. I could have used the Martin guitar string special. Oh, well, maybe next time.

I landed at the McDonald’s in Wally World, sipping on a large black coffee. The Ronald McDonald coffee was a good relief as many vendors, in the area, use Maxwell House instant coffee machines. Many of them don’t quite have the instant coffee to hot water ratio right.

But while sipping my coffee, I learned that many of the shoppers had came across the boarder from Mexico. I thought it was kind of interesting that Mexicans would cross the boarder to buy Chinese made goods at Wally World.

The place was crowded, and the lines were long, so I went back to the motel, and returned later, for cigarettes.

When I returned the Wally World workers were organizing, dozens, of full shopping carts, that people had abandoned.

I thought it was odd that folks would fill up shopping carts and just leave them. Maybe they couldn’t handle the long lines anymore than I could. I didn’t bother asking about it, just thought it was curious.

Now, I do have to say that the Black Friday crowd, in Laredo, was much more well behaved than shoppers elsewhere. This time of year, if I absolutely have to, I go to Wally World after midnight. People’s IQs seem to drop a few points this time of year, and don’t pay attention to small things, like driving. Just traveling anywhere near a shopping mall is dangerous ass all hell.

I really don’t think that I am better than everyone else, or don’t think that I’m any smarter, but I have never taken to being a herd animal. All day long, I have been reflecting on an old meditation. It was one of those odd moments of enlightenment that I received in a steel mill, of all places.

It was sometime, in the mid 90’s, I was held up in the SMI mill, in Birmingham, Alabama. Back then, and before those jobs went overseas, I was in, and out, of all the great Eastern still mills. It many long hours of waiting to load, or un-load, and an all-nighter of driving to make delivery.

But, one night, I was sitting in a long line trucks. I was sitting along the the train tracks that fed rail cars, of scrap meta,l into the furnaces. I could see where the cars entered the factory, and see the glow, and sparks, of the furnaces, deep inside the building. The strange shapes, of the rail cars, silhouetted, in the reddish glow, of the furnaces.

I watched the rail cars, in the switch yard, and began to ponder the scrap metal in them; some of the rail cars had crushed cars in them. The cars were crushed into cubes, all of them the same size, but each was a different kind of car.

I began to ponder the cars, and the longer that I looked at them, I realized that I could recognize what kinds of cars, that some of them were.

I began to see Ford’s, Chevy’s, Toyota’s, and even a BMW, or Mercedes Benz, here and there. There were little tell tell signs that would give them away, a hood ornament, a hub cap, or some recognizable body part.

I thought of how some of the cars were the humble, commuter cars, of the working classes, and some were the status symbols, of the wealthy. Some of the cars were cheap, the means of workers meeting their daily necessities. Other cars had been the over priced, and over engineered, means of making a statement about one’s place in society, and an means of stroking an inflated ego. One car, someone’s classic automobile, one car a necessity to meeting daily needs, one a big ticket, luxury item.

But, no matter why someone owned the car, or what it meant to them, in the end, they all fetched the same price as scrap. When a car is hauled across the scales, at a scrap yard, it fetches the same price, per pound, as any other car. It doesn’t matter what the make, or the year, or how much it cost when new. It doesn’t matter what importance someone had projected on it.

Which made me wonder, just what, on earth, do people really knock themselves out for, what are they thinking, really?

So, I ponder the people of last night. Many filled shopping carts, with clothing, electronics, toys, this and that, and stood in long lines for it. Some had crossed an international boarder, looking for plentiful goods, made half the way, from around the world. In the end, as many, gave up, abandoned their shopping carts, and left.

I often pity the masses of people. They annoy me chasing after things that I wouldn’t walk across the street for. They chase after public events, things schemed up by others, to separate them from their money, and rob them of their proper leisure time.

I understand enjoyment, and leisure time, but I don’t understand those that decide it for others. I feel empathy for the masses, because of their endless pursuit, to give their lives meaning, and to fill an emptiness.

I suppose, that in the end, it is a matter of what one fills the emptiness with.

It is a horror to me that they fill their emptiness with useless, and meaningless, shit.

Sometime, before next summer, what was important today, will be long forgot.

“Remember, remember, the 5th of November,

The Gunpowder, Treason, and Plot.

I know no reason The Gunpowder Treason

Should ever be forgot.”

In the early hours of November 5th, 1605, Guy “Guido” Fawkes, a veteran of the Eighty Years War, having fought on the side of the Spanish Monarch, was found guarding a cache of gunpowder in the lower chambers of The House of Lords.

Fawkes was arrested, tortured, and convicted of treason. He was sentenced to death, and scheduled for execution, the following January. The method of execution was to be Hanged Drawn and Quartered. Fawkes cheated the hangman by leaping from the scaffold and breaking his neck.

Thereafter, November the 5th was observed, as Guy Fawkes Day, in remembrance of The Gunpowder Treason.

Few actually understand the context in which Fawkes, and his fellows, acted. Not the people that use Fawkes, as a symbol of terrorist treason, or the people that use him as a symbol of rebellion.

Those that use his imagine as a symbol of rebellion often rebel against the things that he represented.

Those that use him as a symbol of terrorism are often propagandists for imperialism, and maintaining the, status quo, establishment.

Without wasting much time, I’ll offer this video clip from Glenn Beck’s television program. Beck, an apostate Catholic, and cult member, uses Fawkes as a symbol of terrorism, and implies that anyone rebelling against the immoral establishment are terrorists.

Apostate Catholic Glenn Beck scare mongering for the elitist banking establishment.

Of course, you can look around the internet, and find all the many ways that Fawkes’ image is used. Most popularly in the Movie, V for Vendetta.

Most everyone has it all wrong and do not understand the proper context of the Gunpowder Rebellion. The reason is that the predominate culture in the Untied States, and Great Briton, is Protestant.

Protestant culture continues to edit the horrors of the Protestant Reformation, in England, out of it’s history books. It was the murderous tyranny of the English Reformers that Fawkes rebelled against.

Only a couple of years ago, I was given a Watch Tower magazine, by a Jehovah’s Witness. The main article was about the Reformation in England. The author did a pretty good job of describing events leading up to the English Reformation. How the whore mongering, and adulterous, [my words] Henry VIII couldn’t keep it in his pants, and needed a divorce.

The Watch Tower article jumped from King Henry VIII wanting a divorce to ‘Bloody’ Mary, Queen of Scots. The author edited out those who died refusing to sign the loyalty oath, to the king, declaring him head of the Church, in England. No mention of how Catholics were hunted down, and tortured to death, under Henry VIII, or later, under his bastard daughter, Elizabeth I. No mention of the tyrannical actions of James I, commissioner of the King James Bible.

After reading The Watch Tower article, I deposited it in an appropriate receptacle, for literary trash, the nearest garbage can.

Now, I don’t mean to pick on The Watch Tower, or Jehovah’s Witnesses, as the problematic system of lying, and covering up, is what keeps Protestantism, at large, in business.

The proper context for the actions of Guy Fawkes is that of man trying to liberate a people from murderous Religious oppression. Namely the oppression of Catholics from Protestant Reformers.

The bloody persecution began in 1534, under the adulterer, Henry VII, and continued on until the 18th century. No real relief came about until the Catholic Emancipation Act of 1829.

Presently, in England, there are still laws preventing the Monarchy from marrying a Catholic. There are no laws preventing the Monarchs from marrying outside of Christianity completely. There are no laws preventing them from marrying a member of Judaism, or even Islam.

Remember Guy Fawkes in your own way. Shoot off fire works and remember a traitor. Put on a silly mask for the sake of mindless rebellion.

But I will think of a man who tried to liberate a people from religious persecution.

Additional reading online:

The Guy Fawkes Wikipedia page.

Guy Fawkes Night Wikipedia page.

The Eighty Years War Wikipedia page.

The Catholic Martyrs of the English Reformation.

‘The Penal Laws’ by Patrick Barry.

British Penal Laws throughout GB and the American Colonies.

I point to people who have not profited from their mission. Two that come to mind, at this moment are Veronica Luken, and John Leary. They, and others, have given a message of repentance.

The idea is that man has turned to evil deeds, and needs to repent, or face certain judgment.  That judgment would come in the form of a comet, or some large space rock, that would hit the earth.

Leary’s messages said that the government knows of a large object that will hit the earth. That scientists would send up probes to study comets. That they would even land probes on the comets, and try to blow them up.  Leary’s messages also said that the government would keep it all a secret until the end because they wouldn’t be able to hide it at the end. He said, that in the end, governments would try to blow up the comet, but the angels would deflect the rocket, because it is God’s judgment on the earth.

Well, all of that has happened, except for that last part. Please take a look at this.

I have heard rumor, and I can’t prove it here, that a NASA project, from the early 80’s, discovered a large object, that would hit the earth. That is the reason that the US government got busy building underground bunkers, in the 90’s.

There are some interesting facts that you can research for yourself. The Chinese military said, openly, that their nuclear missile program is not negotiable, because they might need them to blow up a large space rock. The Chinese have also been building cities inland that are not populated, yet.

It is written, in Sacred Scripture, that in the end days, people will not stand sound doctrine. And so, that is the case.

There is no rapture.

The temple does not have to be rebuilt in Jerusalem.

There is no literal millennial reign of Christ.

These are Protestant inventions concocted by the poorly educated.

For the New Agers, and secularists;

There is no Nibiru.

There is no planet X.

All of the above, are Satanic deceptions.

My hope is that people will gain control of their minds. It is already too late to avoid the calamity. You can still repent, and save yourself, and your family.

It is the story of Lott, God sent the angels to remove Lott, and his family, from Sodom and Gomorrah.

Every, baptized, Christian soul, has a guardian angel. You call on your angel, and when the time comes, the angel will lead you to the safe refuges, that God has prepared.

If you want to remain secular, and take your chances, you will need to be away from the coastlines, at a higher elevation, in a cave. You will need to be able to breath for 3 days. You will also need to withstand the temptations of the demons, loosed from Hell.

Heaven will claim what belongs to Heaven. Hell will claim what belongs to it.

May God bless you.

Tuesday, February 1, marked the first day on the job for former, President, Bill Clinton, at Ronald Reagan International Airport.

DHS head, Janet Napolitano, made the announcement just before Clinton went on duty. “We, at the Department of Homeland Security, are proud to announce that the former president has volunteered his expertise for the enhanced pat down,” said Napolitano.

Skylla2012 blog was able to catch up with the former president during his lunch break. President Clinton was gracious enough to offer Mock Politics a brief interview.

Skylla2012: Mr. President, could you give us a brief statement about your first day on the job?

BC: I can’t begin to tell you how excited I am to be here.

Skylla2012: What inspired you to become a TSA Agent?

BC: I couldn’t resist joining the TSA after reading about all the fun they are having. The TSA are a great bunch of folks, and really know how to have a good time. I also wanted to do my part to stop the Boobie Bomb terrorists.

Skylla2012: You mentioned fun as inspiration, could you elaborate?

BC: Well, I read the story about the wacky agent that was hiding the white powder in girl’s luggage, and thought, hey, I could do that.

White powder and hiding things are right up my ally. I have my own version, hiding the cigar tube. I perfected it while in the White House.

Skylla2012: That sounds very interesting Mr. President. Have you been able to collar any terrorists?

BC: None, so far, but I have had to interrogate a few secretaries, and interns.

Skylla2012: I see our time is about up, thank you for your time, and your service to our country, Mr. President.

BC: Not a problem, I had hoped that Hillary’s position as Secretary of State would keep her out of the country more. Heck, one of us had to get out of the house.

Hey, look at that. That looks like Chelsea Charms coming through the gates. Got to go back to work, that one looks like a hand full. I’ll be putting in some overtime today.

Hey, you other guys back off. That’s my collar, I saw her first.

I took some vacation time, at home, the week before the 4th of July weekend. I live on the Alabama Gulf Coast, and spend most of my time away, from there, working. I had not been home since before the oil rig leak, in the Gulf, had began.

I didn’t know what to expect really. My only source for information is the internet. Internet news stories ranging from BP propaganda, to end of the world scenarios, have had me very emotional.

My mother’s family were among the first English settlers in the area. My mother even had an uncle, by marriage, whose family, were Spanish subjects, from the Spanish colonial days.

I was born in Mobile Alabama, and the Gulf is a part of me, it is a part of who I am. Many of my happiest moments, as a child, were spent fishing, and swimming, in the Mobile Bay.

Just a mile, down the road, from where I live, there is a BP station. I have bought gas at the station since it was opened. I knew, however, that I would no longer be a customer there. While away, I felt sorry for the people that owned the station. I was resolved to never buy another BP product, for as long I as I live.

Having had family members, in the gas station business, and having been a gas pump jockey, during my High School years, I knew the station is a family business. I also know that the business owners can change the product at their gas pumps.

I had returned home over the weekend, and stayed, shut in, the house going through my mail. Monday morning, I ventured out, to make a dentist appointment, and do some investigating, on the the Gulf beaches.

Leaving the house, I had made up my mind, to drive past the gas station, at the next cross roads. Approaching the station, I was happily surprised, to see that it was now a Shell station.

I made a point to stop in and patronize the station. Saturday, I had bought gas at a Chevron, and didn’t need to buy more. The station owners had been as outrage, as everyone else, at the conduct of BP, and the Federal Government. They had taken the decision to end their association with BP on their own.

Entering the store, I noticed that all BP products had been removed from the shelving, and Shell Oil products, in their place. The store owners, and managers, were not available, so I couldn’t ask them any questions. To show some support, I bought a few items, that could have been bought, more cheaply, elsewhere, and moved on.

As you can see, from the above picture, the store was completely empty. No one inside, and no cars at the pumps. I took this picture in mid-morning, at what should have been, a busy time of day for the station. While I had been certain to never patronize the station, as long as they sold BP products, I was saddened.

The owners had taken the initiative to change their oil company affiliation, but passing motorists, could only see the BP green, and not the Shell Oil replacement sign. The Shell sign being, basically, a large bag placed over the, more permanent, BP sign.

Over, the many, weeks of the oil leak, I have listened in to talk shows, so far as, I could stand to listen. Many talk show hosts have been criticizing the BP boycott because it hurts the small business owners. If small business owners are hurt, by their association with BP, they can change their business associations.

Please beware of propaganda in it’s many forms. While many of the national talk show hosts try to make you feel sorry, for Mom, and Pop, they are really shilling for the corporate giant.

Some of the propagandists are quite clever. This article, from Newsweek, Boycott BP!, subtitled, Because it is better to give your money to Exxon,  asserts that, if you boycott BP, you are giving your money to Exxon, as if their are no other oil companies.

It maybe true that Exxon got off light, from the Exxon Valdez spill, it wasn’t their company policy that kept it going for profit. As is the case with the BP oil leak in the Gulf of Mexico.

The disaster, in the Gulf of Mexico, isn’t the only place that BP is leaving their mark. BP is dumping, as many as, 5 lbs. of mercury, in lake Michigan, per year, from their Indiana operation. The Chicago Sun Times has been calling for a boycott of BP for it.  Please see Sun Times Says Boycott BP.

British Petroleum, is an un-needed, corporation, in the United States of America. We do not need a foreign company to steal our natural assets, and sell them back to us. BP drills, and pumps oil, from Alaska, and sells it to other nations, like Japan.

The vey fact, that BP does business, in North America, is the result of the policies of the Trilateral Commission, whose purpose, was to merge the economies of Japan, The United States, and Great Briton.

I often tell people about the Trilateral Commission and their purpose. They often tell me that they don’t think it could happen. Well, it happened in the 1980’s.

Were you sleeping?

There is no doubt in my mind, that there is not, so much as one, couch potato, in this country, that is even aware, the world’s central bankers have met in Australia to steal their futures, this past week.

Right now, all across the U.S., over weight, old men, are living, vicariously, in a fantasy world. Imagining that they are the, over paid, hero on the grid iron. All the while, they, and future generations, are being sold into slavery, to the banksters, by their elected politicians.

Here is an excellent commentary, by Alex Jones, on why to boycott the Super Bowl, and I think, professional sports, in general.

Until we wake up and fight back against the damage being wielded politically, we have no business getting caught up in gladiatorial distractions. The heat of the contest has become a substitute for our real manhood.

With millions of people watching the Super Bowl, it may not matter, very, much that I, one man, am not. But, I will not waste, not so much as, one more minute of my time, on useless, media events, until our nation is free again.

Decide to turn off your television. When the T.V. ratings, and advertising revenues dwindle, the media, will get the idea, to stop feeding us crap. 

If you aren’t watching the tube, right now, and would like something, thought provoking to read; Super Bowl Sunday: Scientifically Crafted Mass Mental Illness

It is only three days away from Christmas and time is short. If you have anything left over from Christmas shopping; consider donating for the children of disabled vets.

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