Entry Submitted by Heisenberg at 7:31 PM EDT on April 29, 2019
Burn down the disco
Hang the blessed DJ
Because the music that they constantly play
It says nothing to me about my life
Hang the DJ hang the DJ hang the DJ – Panic
The Wolf: Jimmie, lead the way. Boys, get to work.
Vincent: A please would be nice.
The Wolf: Come again?
Vincent: I said a please would be nice.
The Wolf: Get it straight buster…I'm not here to say please, I'm here to tell you what to do and if self-preservation is an instinct you possess you'd better f**king do it and do it quick. I'm here to help. If my help's not appreciated then lotsa luck, gentlemen.
Jules: No, Mr. Wolf, it ain't like that, your help is definitely appreciated.
Vincent: I don't mean any disrespect, I just don't like people barking orders at me, that’s all.
The Wolf: If I'm curt with you it's because time is a factor. I think fast, I talk fast and I need you guys to act fast if you wanna get out of this. So, pretty please....with sugar on top….Clean the f**king car. – Pulp Fiction
Hey dad, what do you think about your son now? - Filter
Impeach the motherf**ker - Democratic congresswoman from Michigan, Rashida Tlaib
And that brings us to tonight’s word: YOU STAY CLASSY, SAN DIEGO
Do no harm.
It’s the new law of the land. Does it mean acting in self defense and delivering on 100 nazi scalps because Lt. Aldo Raine wants his nazi scalps? Isn’t what’s good for the goose, good for the gander? I don’t have to tell you Clarion call woke how the people have been wooed, screwed and tattooed. Rode hard and put away wet. But after all the heartaches, don’t we get to play by the same rules put forth by the cabal? Isn’t there some universal law book I can pull off the shelf to allow us slaves to give as good as we got? Don’t you think that just fair play? It’s a vast universe. There has to be precedence set somewhere. Maybe Omicron Persei 8? I imagine the universe is a big and beautiful place. Not that I’d know cause I’m still like Fred Flintstone driving around with bald feet dependent on blood for oil. Thanks area 51. You’re all heart, mate. After we finally get to a place we can defend ourselves and maybe help ourselves to a spoonful of revenge to help the medicine go down, now they spring “do no harm” on us? Oh fate, how thou dost mock me.
And with every new bit of 9th circle disclosure, it’s been another trip to the dojo to buy another pair of nunchucks. Another whip. Another flying star. Another tomahawk. Built up quite the arsenal just waiting for judgment day. An arsenal to match the anger. We all want to bust in the door delivering sweet sweet justice. We all want to deliver a little….what’s that word that starts with “Q”?...oh yeah…payback. We all want to be Kahn with the clever line about revenge. Ah, Kirk, my old friend. Do you know the Klingon proverb that tells us revenge is a dish that is best served cold? It is very cold in space. We all want to be Jules dishing out some biblical ish right before the heavy hammer of justice falls.
Ezekiel 25:17
Where’s the equality? Where’s the quid pro quo, Clarice? Where’s the tit for tat? Can’t we play by the same rules the cabal plays by? Is there fairness in the universe? Or is it just survival of the fittest? Cause I’ll tell ya….it sure seems the fittest have survived. On the backs of the human slaves and in their juicy pink organ transplants they outlive. Don't believe them when they tell me there ain't no cure
the rich stay healthy while the sick stay poor…I believe in love. When’s our time? When’s my time? Where’s my Maybach? Where’s my Vegas penthouse? Not that I really want to eat a baby, but shouldn’t I have the right to? Not that I really want to organize a human trafficking ring in Smallville, but shouldn’t I be able to if I wanted to? It’s the principality of the thing. I know…this is going sideways fast. but you see my point. If my race of 7 billion (minus the illuminati) wants bloodthirsty vengeance, who is anyone to deny them? If 6.3 billion want to drop a memorable line right before pulling the trigger, do they not have that free will option? Say hello to my little crackpipe. Get it? Cause they called us toothless crackheads undeserving of a currency blessing. It’s an old joke but it still has legs. Fair question. Tough question but fair.
They poison our water, so we poison theirs. They kill our prophets, so we kill theirs. They cut our brakes, so we cut theirs. They chemtrail our skies, so we chemtrail theirs. Ok that one doesn’t quite fit, but I could do this all day. They prod 20,000 refugees to storm the border, can’t we prod 20,000 Taco Bell minimum wagers to storm their gated communities? One dong would cover that. :/ Oh…that might get me thrown in the clink? Inciting a riot? Where’s the bleeding heart liberals now? Why do policy enforcers only follow one set of laws? What about the universal law of you get what you give? What goes around comes around? Karma is a bitch and then you die? Why are we the sheeple on the low end of the totem pole always getting the shit end of the stick? When’s the time of the last shall be first and the first shall be last? When’s the time when the meek shall inherit the earth? When’s the revenge of the nerds? Soon you say? MarkZ is on the job? And revenge nerds shall have? Oh mama. I think I’ll head down to the local 4 acre FEMA camp substitute called Walmart and pick up a few guillotines. Don’t care if they aren’t on sale. Maybe embroider my initials on the side. In gold. Maybe name it. Old Rusty. Maybe pick up a nice GMO bottle of El Paso’s finest champagna. Would you like some fine champagna and perhaps a smoke?
Now Wal mart has only one brand of champagna but when the lamb returns as the lion, one brand is all you need. On the shelf right next to old crow. It’s party time. Do you remember, the 11th night of September? I got everything for the party. I got my Zim. Got old Rusty nice and sharp. Got my champagne of beers. Got my favorite station on my radio. What did you just say? Do no harm???? What the hell does that mean? You stay classy, San Diego??? What does that even mean??
I thought after the collusion illusion ended it was our time to shine. Just wait till Mueller gets fired. That firing didn’t quite happen did it? Looks like someone got some bad intel. Oopsy daisy. We were told it would be the grenade pin. But he didn’t get fired, did he? He got his 2 years. Got 2 full years of main stream media cannon fodder. Now I don’t know which side of the red/blue line you stand but on either side, this snipe hunt was one for the ages. Back when I was a democrat, I don’t remember anyone going after the Bushes like this. That alone should tell you something. As an objective human who has heard the Clarion call rattling thru old speakers in this pub, it should tell you SOMETHING. Is this thing on? Is there anybody alive out there? This should never be allowed to happen to another president again. After 2 long years, the Herr Mueller probe turned out to be somewhat disappointing and anti-climactic. That’s what she said.
Looking back, I wonder what would have happened if DJT fired Mueller. What does that time line look like? What’s the lesson? Trust the plan. Always trust the plan. But who’s plan are you trusting? Ahh, there lies the rub. So many gypsies’ tramps and thieves selling their snake oil to the pub goers. Who to trust? Who to get behind? Who will you look straight in the eye and say I will follow? But isn’t that the fun of this place? It’s a farmers market of truth and lies. Looking back, it was all so obvious what path was laid out for us brand spanking new chosen one sheep to follow. But not at the time, right? Got pretty hectic. I guess that’s what they call Monday morning quarterbacking. Think about it. The cabal knew this time was coming. Just a matter of time before TNT broke the ZIM. They had plants and plans ready to descend and inject their devil philosophy in to our fresh pink juicy brains. They knew they could prod us this way and that with precious intel. Made us junkies. All with the promise of a 100 trillion dollar payout. With bits and pieces of truth cut with lies, they hooked us good. But did it backfire? Did we come out wiser for the time? Could they not sustain the lie for the long run? And in the long run, did we intel junkies sober up with the help of some strong coffee just to look back with a little more experience in the tool belt? Did that experience help us see the truth thru the lies? And did we find some class along the way?
Let’s pretend. Walk with me. Let’s pretend you take your family to the zoo. You come up to the chimpanzee exhibit. You notice a pack of unruly chimps harassing the others. Ganging up on the week. Stealing their food. Making them eat poo. Stealing their women. And they’re wearing swastika armbands and goose stepping for some reason. But I digress. So you say to yourself….self, I’m going to do my good deed for the day and help out those chimps who are getting bullied. Maybe you sharpen a nice long stick with your trusty swiss army knife. Maybe you sharpen 3 or 4 or 10 and toss them into the enclosure. Feeling pretty good about yourself. All the meek of the earth should have you as their friend. You da man. As you leave maybe you take one last look back at your new-found friends. Maybe you expect to see an even balance of power resulting in an ape paradise. A coexistence. What you didn’t expect to see was the smallest chimp, who was the most picked on, grabbing the sharpest spear and impaling the biggest nazi chimp right in his left eye. And all his other meek chimp friends with poo still stuck between their teeth, drive their spears right thru those bully’s stone cold black hearts. Oh, and they didn’t stop there. Ripped their limbs off. Threw them on the fire. Went after their families. Not the younglings. Yes, the younglings.
So at this point your young son asks you why is this happening? Why so much blood? It’s a nightmare. Poor little feller is scarred for life. Good thing you cashed in a ZIM. Therapy is expensive. I guess balancing an ecosystem isn’t as easy as it sounds. Maybe the takeaway is one can’t just throw money or spears at the problem. Now if you got a little black in your heart, you might actually enjoy that display of revenge. A dish certainly served cold. Those nazi chimps got what they deserved. But if you’re of a higher mind and a higher heart, you might have wished they could have found an equilibrium and lived in peace. Even ground. Common ground. And if not for you, for the kids you took to the zoo. No one wants to see a massacre. Well, almost no one. Maybe no name does. All those war hawks do. Those dogs of war. I realize some are going to have to go to central sun. There’s a few who aren’t going to go quietly. There are some who cannot comprehend “do no harm”.
If you take that zoo metaphor and go up 20 miles, you might now put yourself in to the Galactics shoes. Not only are there soldiers here dying to help us human ape slaves gain our freedom, there are families. Spectators. It’s the greatest show on earth. The galaxy. Don’t want to give you big head but maybe the universe? All eyes on us? I imagine there was a conversation long before they came where this “do no harm” policy was adopted. A conversation way above General Mattis. And General Dunford. And General Kelly. Above DJT. Above Q. The tippy top. Oh, to be a fly on that wall. “Look guys, we want to help you. We really do. But there’s kids in the audience. You’ve got families from 2 universes away. You’re bringing them in from Orange County and all over the God damn place. The Zoidbergs have saved up all year to be here. Fry and Leela are here on their honeymoon. This is supposed to be a story of hope and inspiration not a Quinton Tarantino movie. Not a slasher flick. You humans are to be an example to the universe. I know they call you all the hillbillies of the galaxy. Don’t prove them right. So here’s how it’s going down….we’ll give you all the help you need. All the higher mind 5 D chess playing you can handle to defeat your slave owners. We’ll give you all our technology when this is over. We will even die for you. Your race will never be hungry. Never be sick. The universe will hold no borders for you. Your race will be respected wherever you may roam. But for now….like now now….we need to you to stay classy, San Diego. We need you to put down those spears and let us handle the shit show. We want you humans to have a fresh start with clean hands. Brand new minds. Brand new hearts. A Christ consciousness you’ve never known. Besides…..doesn’t this world have enough blood on the hard wood floors already?”
Damn… you drive a hard bargain, but what are we to say? No thanks. I prefer a slow painful cancerous death to the riches of heaven. Hard pass. No…no one is going to say that. And no one should. I guess it all comes back to love and forgiveness. Thru mercy do we find grace? Or thru grace do we find mercy? Isn’t it funny now how there’s so many heartbreak songs? So many songs warning us of the dangers of love. If love is shelter, I wanna walk in the rain. If love is a red dress, then hang me in rags. If love is aces, give me the jack. Love hurts. So, this matrix never wants us to forgive. It never wants us to rise above. Where’s the loosh in that? The cabal, in fact, has a death wish. If they can’t have this planet or us to serve them, they’ll burn the house down with everyone in it. They would love to bring us down to their level. Is that why Jesus said turn the other cheek? Maybe he wasn’t talking about Geronimo surrendering to the white devil. Too soon? Maybe he was talking about this day now. This time now. Maybe he foresaw a time where we humans will emerge victorious from slavery and be presented with the choice of firing up the ovens in Auschwitz for a new crop or getting on with our new ZIM encrusted life and making up for so much lost time. Wow. I did not see that twist ending. How did Jesus know we were to one day be free? He’s Jesus. Duh.
Wanna bet on Heisenberg going the revenge route? Don’t take it. Joey, I’m not angry anymore. I’m tired and ready for a new life. Besides, I trust the plan. There’s a plan for those who deserve justice. It’s in good hands. But then again, I don’t think us here in the pub are the ones you need to worry about. It’s the average joes on the street who have to soak up all those lies in one sitting you should be worried about. That’s a lot of intel junk in one sitting. Did I say worried? No worries, mon. I’m willing to bet a $100 T crisp brand new ZIM there’s a plan for them too. It’s all irie. Trust the plan. Vincent says so. All we need to do is stay cool like a million digital Fonzies. We’re in the greatest show on earth and we all must play our parts. And since we are representing the great planet earth to the universe, it probably doesn’t hurt to show a little grace. You never know when you might visit their world. Just remember everything you learned in Kindergarten. A thank you every now and then. A please every now and then. And a little less motherf**ker. I’m looking at you, Rashida.
Pretty please with sugar on top
You do not have to become a monster to defeat a monster – Bono
You stay classy, San Diego.
And that’s the word
Heisenberg
Pictures of you
Son of a preacher man
Mercy
High
Space age love song
Just like heaven
In between days
All I’m thinking about is you
Carolina in my mind
September
Don’t look back in anger
Love is a red dress
Love hurts
Here’s where the story ends
Over
I know it’s over
Love is all we have left
Bittersweet symphony
"Bittersweet Symphony"
'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, that's life
Tryna make ends meet
You're a slave to money then you die
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down
You know the one that takes you to the places
Where all the veins meet yeah
No change, I can change
I can change, I can change
But I'm here in my mold
I am here in my mold
But I'm a million different people
From one day to the next
I can't change my mold
No, no, no, no, no
Have you ever been down?
Well I've never prayed
But tonight I'm on my knees yeah
I need to hear some sounds that recognize the pain in me, yeah
I let the melody shine,
Let it cleanse my mind,
I feel free now
But the airwaves are clean and there's nobody singing to me now
No change, I can change
I can change, I can change
But I'm here in my mold
I am here in my mold
And I'm a million different people
From one day to the next
I can't change my mold
No, no, no, no, no
Have you ever been down?
I can't change it you know
I can't change it
'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, this life
Tryna make ends meet
Tryna find some money then you die
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down
You know the one that takes you to the places
Where all the veins meet yeah
You know I can change, I can change
I can change, I can change
But I'm here in my mold
I am here in my mold
And I'm a million different people
From one day to the next
I can't change my mold
No, no, no, no, no
I can't change my mold
No, no, no, no, no
I can't change my mold
No, no, no, no, no
You've gotta change my mold, no, no, no
It's just sex and violence, melody and silence
Gotta, can't change my violence, melody and silence
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down
Been down
Ever been down
Ever been down
Ever been down
Ever been down
Have you ever been down?
Have you ever been down?
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Burn down the disco
Hang the blessed DJ
Because the music that they constantly play
It says nothing to me about my life
Hang the DJ hang the DJ hang the DJ – Panic
The Wolf: Jimmie, lead the way. Boys, get to work.
Vincent: A please would be nice.
The Wolf: Come again?
Vincent: I said a please would be nice.
The Wolf: Get it straight buster…I'm not here to say please, I'm here to tell you what to do and if self-preservation is an instinct you possess you'd better f**king do it and do it quick. I'm here to help. If my help's not appreciated then lotsa luck, gentlemen.
Jules: No, Mr. Wolf, it ain't like that, your help is definitely appreciated.
Vincent: I don't mean any disrespect, I just don't like people barking orders at me, that’s all.
The Wolf: If I'm curt with you it's because time is a factor. I think fast, I talk fast and I need you guys to act fast if you wanna get out of this. So, pretty please....with sugar on top….Clean the f**king car. – Pulp Fiction
Hey dad, what do you think about your son now? - Filter
Impeach the motherf**ker - Democratic congresswoman from Michigan, Rashida Tlaib
And that brings us to tonight’s word: YOU STAY CLASSY, SAN DIEGO
Do no harm.
It’s the new law of the land. Does it mean acting in self defense and delivering on 100 nazi scalps because Lt. Aldo Raine wants his nazi scalps? Isn’t what’s good for the goose, good for the gander? I don’t have to tell you Clarion call woke how the people have been wooed, screwed and tattooed. Rode hard and put away wet. But after all the heartaches, don’t we get to play by the same rules put forth by the cabal? Isn’t there some universal law book I can pull off the shelf to allow us slaves to give as good as we got? Don’t you think that just fair play? It’s a vast universe. There has to be precedence set somewhere. Maybe Omicron Persei 8? I imagine the universe is a big and beautiful place. Not that I’d know cause I’m still like Fred Flintstone driving around with bald feet dependent on blood for oil. Thanks area 51. You’re all heart, mate. After we finally get to a place we can defend ourselves and maybe help ourselves to a spoonful of revenge to help the medicine go down, now they spring “do no harm” on us? Oh fate, how thou dost mock me.
And with every new bit of 9th circle disclosure, it’s been another trip to the dojo to buy another pair of nunchucks. Another whip. Another flying star. Another tomahawk. Built up quite the arsenal just waiting for judgment day. An arsenal to match the anger. We all want to bust in the door delivering sweet sweet justice. We all want to deliver a little….what’s that word that starts with “Q”?...oh yeah…payback. We all want to be Kahn with the clever line about revenge. Ah, Kirk, my old friend. Do you know the Klingon proverb that tells us revenge is a dish that is best served cold? It is very cold in space. We all want to be Jules dishing out some biblical ish right before the heavy hammer of justice falls.
Ezekiel 25:17
Where’s the equality? Where’s the quid pro quo, Clarice? Where’s the tit for tat? Can’t we play by the same rules the cabal plays by? Is there fairness in the universe? Or is it just survival of the fittest? Cause I’ll tell ya….it sure seems the fittest have survived. On the backs of the human slaves and in their juicy pink organ transplants they outlive. Don't believe them when they tell me there ain't no cure
the rich stay healthy while the sick stay poor…I believe in love. When’s our time? When’s my time? Where’s my Maybach? Where’s my Vegas penthouse? Not that I really want to eat a baby, but shouldn’t I have the right to? Not that I really want to organize a human trafficking ring in Smallville, but shouldn’t I be able to if I wanted to? It’s the principality of the thing. I know…this is going sideways fast. but you see my point. If my race of 7 billion (minus the illuminati) wants bloodthirsty vengeance, who is anyone to deny them? If 6.3 billion want to drop a memorable line right before pulling the trigger, do they not have that free will option? Say hello to my little crackpipe. Get it? Cause they called us toothless crackheads undeserving of a currency blessing. It’s an old joke but it still has legs. Fair question. Tough question but fair.
They poison our water, so we poison theirs. They kill our prophets, so we kill theirs. They cut our brakes, so we cut theirs. They chemtrail our skies, so we chemtrail theirs. Ok that one doesn’t quite fit, but I could do this all day. They prod 20,000 refugees to storm the border, can’t we prod 20,000 Taco Bell minimum wagers to storm their gated communities? One dong would cover that. :/ Oh…that might get me thrown in the clink? Inciting a riot? Where’s the bleeding heart liberals now? Why do policy enforcers only follow one set of laws? What about the universal law of you get what you give? What goes around comes around? Karma is a bitch and then you die? Why are we the sheeple on the low end of the totem pole always getting the shit end of the stick? When’s the time of the last shall be first and the first shall be last? When’s the time when the meek shall inherit the earth? When’s the revenge of the nerds? Soon you say? MarkZ is on the job? And revenge nerds shall have? Oh mama. I think I’ll head down to the local 4 acre FEMA camp substitute called Walmart and pick up a few guillotines. Don’t care if they aren’t on sale. Maybe embroider my initials on the side. In gold. Maybe name it. Old Rusty. Maybe pick up a nice GMO bottle of El Paso’s finest champagna. Would you like some fine champagna and perhaps a smoke?
Now Wal mart has only one brand of champagna but when the lamb returns as the lion, one brand is all you need. On the shelf right next to old crow. It’s party time. Do you remember, the 11th night of September? I got everything for the party. I got my Zim. Got old Rusty nice and sharp. Got my champagne of beers. Got my favorite station on my radio. What did you just say? Do no harm???? What the hell does that mean? You stay classy, San Diego??? What does that even mean??
I thought after the collusion illusion ended it was our time to shine. Just wait till Mueller gets fired. That firing didn’t quite happen did it? Looks like someone got some bad intel. Oopsy daisy. We were told it would be the grenade pin. But he didn’t get fired, did he? He got his 2 years. Got 2 full years of main stream media cannon fodder. Now I don’t know which side of the red/blue line you stand but on either side, this snipe hunt was one for the ages. Back when I was a democrat, I don’t remember anyone going after the Bushes like this. That alone should tell you something. As an objective human who has heard the Clarion call rattling thru old speakers in this pub, it should tell you SOMETHING. Is this thing on? Is there anybody alive out there? This should never be allowed to happen to another president again. After 2 long years, the Herr Mueller probe turned out to be somewhat disappointing and anti-climactic. That’s what she said.
Looking back, I wonder what would have happened if DJT fired Mueller. What does that time line look like? What’s the lesson? Trust the plan. Always trust the plan. But who’s plan are you trusting? Ahh, there lies the rub. So many gypsies’ tramps and thieves selling their snake oil to the pub goers. Who to trust? Who to get behind? Who will you look straight in the eye and say I will follow? But isn’t that the fun of this place? It’s a farmers market of truth and lies. Looking back, it was all so obvious what path was laid out for us brand spanking new chosen one sheep to follow. But not at the time, right? Got pretty hectic. I guess that’s what they call Monday morning quarterbacking. Think about it. The cabal knew this time was coming. Just a matter of time before TNT broke the ZIM. They had plants and plans ready to descend and inject their devil philosophy in to our fresh pink juicy brains. They knew they could prod us this way and that with precious intel. Made us junkies. All with the promise of a 100 trillion dollar payout. With bits and pieces of truth cut with lies, they hooked us good. But did it backfire? Did we come out wiser for the time? Could they not sustain the lie for the long run? And in the long run, did we intel junkies sober up with the help of some strong coffee just to look back with a little more experience in the tool belt? Did that experience help us see the truth thru the lies? And did we find some class along the way?
Let’s pretend. Walk with me. Let’s pretend you take your family to the zoo. You come up to the chimpanzee exhibit. You notice a pack of unruly chimps harassing the others. Ganging up on the week. Stealing their food. Making them eat poo. Stealing their women. And they’re wearing swastika armbands and goose stepping for some reason. But I digress. So you say to yourself….self, I’m going to do my good deed for the day and help out those chimps who are getting bullied. Maybe you sharpen a nice long stick with your trusty swiss army knife. Maybe you sharpen 3 or 4 or 10 and toss them into the enclosure. Feeling pretty good about yourself. All the meek of the earth should have you as their friend. You da man. As you leave maybe you take one last look back at your new-found friends. Maybe you expect to see an even balance of power resulting in an ape paradise. A coexistence. What you didn’t expect to see was the smallest chimp, who was the most picked on, grabbing the sharpest spear and impaling the biggest nazi chimp right in his left eye. And all his other meek chimp friends with poo still stuck between their teeth, drive their spears right thru those bully’s stone cold black hearts. Oh, and they didn’t stop there. Ripped their limbs off. Threw them on the fire. Went after their families. Not the younglings. Yes, the younglings.
So at this point your young son asks you why is this happening? Why so much blood? It’s a nightmare. Poor little feller is scarred for life. Good thing you cashed in a ZIM. Therapy is expensive. I guess balancing an ecosystem isn’t as easy as it sounds. Maybe the takeaway is one can’t just throw money or spears at the problem. Now if you got a little black in your heart, you might actually enjoy that display of revenge. A dish certainly served cold. Those nazi chimps got what they deserved. But if you’re of a higher mind and a higher heart, you might have wished they could have found an equilibrium and lived in peace. Even ground. Common ground. And if not for you, for the kids you took to the zoo. No one wants to see a massacre. Well, almost no one. Maybe no name does. All those war hawks do. Those dogs of war. I realize some are going to have to go to central sun. There’s a few who aren’t going to go quietly. There are some who cannot comprehend “do no harm”.
If you take that zoo metaphor and go up 20 miles, you might now put yourself in to the Galactics shoes. Not only are there soldiers here dying to help us human ape slaves gain our freedom, there are families. Spectators. It’s the greatest show on earth. The galaxy. Don’t want to give you big head but maybe the universe? All eyes on us? I imagine there was a conversation long before they came where this “do no harm” policy was adopted. A conversation way above General Mattis. And General Dunford. And General Kelly. Above DJT. Above Q. The tippy top. Oh, to be a fly on that wall. “Look guys, we want to help you. We really do. But there’s kids in the audience. You’ve got families from 2 universes away. You’re bringing them in from Orange County and all over the God damn place. The Zoidbergs have saved up all year to be here. Fry and Leela are here on their honeymoon. This is supposed to be a story of hope and inspiration not a Quinton Tarantino movie. Not a slasher flick. You humans are to be an example to the universe. I know they call you all the hillbillies of the galaxy. Don’t prove them right. So here’s how it’s going down….we’ll give you all the help you need. All the higher mind 5 D chess playing you can handle to defeat your slave owners. We’ll give you all our technology when this is over. We will even die for you. Your race will never be hungry. Never be sick. The universe will hold no borders for you. Your race will be respected wherever you may roam. But for now….like now now….we need to you to stay classy, San Diego. We need you to put down those spears and let us handle the shit show. We want you humans to have a fresh start with clean hands. Brand new minds. Brand new hearts. A Christ consciousness you’ve never known. Besides…..doesn’t this world have enough blood on the hard wood floors already?”
Damn… you drive a hard bargain, but what are we to say? No thanks. I prefer a slow painful cancerous death to the riches of heaven. Hard pass. No…no one is going to say that. And no one should. I guess it all comes back to love and forgiveness. Thru mercy do we find grace? Or thru grace do we find mercy? Isn’t it funny now how there’s so many heartbreak songs? So many songs warning us of the dangers of love. If love is shelter, I wanna walk in the rain. If love is a red dress, then hang me in rags. If love is aces, give me the jack. Love hurts. So, this matrix never wants us to forgive. It never wants us to rise above. Where’s the loosh in that? The cabal, in fact, has a death wish. If they can’t have this planet or us to serve them, they’ll burn the house down with everyone in it. They would love to bring us down to their level. Is that why Jesus said turn the other cheek? Maybe he wasn’t talking about Geronimo surrendering to the white devil. Too soon? Maybe he was talking about this day now. This time now. Maybe he foresaw a time where we humans will emerge victorious from slavery and be presented with the choice of firing up the ovens in Auschwitz for a new crop or getting on with our new ZIM encrusted life and making up for so much lost time. Wow. I did not see that twist ending. How did Jesus know we were to one day be free? He’s Jesus. Duh.
Wanna bet on Heisenberg going the revenge route? Don’t take it. Joey, I’m not angry anymore. I’m tired and ready for a new life. Besides, I trust the plan. There’s a plan for those who deserve justice. It’s in good hands. But then again, I don’t think us here in the pub are the ones you need to worry about. It’s the average joes on the street who have to soak up all those lies in one sitting you should be worried about. That’s a lot of intel junk in one sitting. Did I say worried? No worries, mon. I’m willing to bet a $100 T crisp brand new ZIM there’s a plan for them too. It’s all irie. Trust the plan. Vincent says so. All we need to do is stay cool like a million digital Fonzies. We’re in the greatest show on earth and we all must play our parts. And since we are representing the great planet earth to the universe, it probably doesn’t hurt to show a little grace. You never know when you might visit their world. Just remember everything you learned in Kindergarten. A thank you every now and then. A please every now and then. And a little less motherf**ker. I’m looking at you, Rashida.
Pretty please with sugar on top
You do not have to become a monster to defeat a monster – Bono
You stay classy, San Diego.
And that’s the word
Heisenberg
Pictures of you
Son of a preacher man
Mercy
High
Space age love song
Just like heaven
In between days
All I’m thinking about is you
Carolina in my mind
September
Don’t look back in anger
Love is a red dress
Love hurts
Here’s where the story ends
Over
I know it’s over
Love is all we have left
Bittersweet symphony
"Bittersweet Symphony"
'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, that's life
Tryna make ends meet
You're a slave to money then you die
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down
You know the one that takes you to the places
Where all the veins meet yeah
No change, I can change
I can change, I can change
But I'm here in my mold
I am here in my mold
But I'm a million different people
From one day to the next
I can't change my mold
No, no, no, no, no
Have you ever been down?
Well I've never prayed
But tonight I'm on my knees yeah
I need to hear some sounds that recognize the pain in me, yeah
I let the melody shine,
Let it cleanse my mind,
I feel free now
But the airwaves are clean and there's nobody singing to me now
No change, I can change
I can change, I can change
But I'm here in my mold
I am here in my mold
And I'm a million different people
From one day to the next
I can't change my mold
No, no, no, no, no
Have you ever been down?
I can't change it you know
I can't change it
'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, this life
Tryna make ends meet
Tryna find some money then you die
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down
You know the one that takes you to the places
Where all the veins meet yeah
You know I can change, I can change
I can change, I can change
But I'm here in my mold
I am here in my mold
And I'm a million different people
From one day to the next
I can't change my mold
No, no, no, no, no
I can't change my mold
No, no, no, no, no
I can't change my mold
No, no, no, no, no
You've gotta change my mold, no, no, no
It's just sex and violence, melody and silence
Gotta, can't change my violence, melody and silence
I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down
Been down
Ever been down
Ever been down
Ever been down
Ever been down
Have you ever been down?
Have you ever been down?
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