"Tonight's Word: Yo Ho Ho And A Bottle Of Brass Monkey" - Heisenberg - 5.22.19

Entry Submitted by Heisenberg at 7:29 PM EDT on May 22, 2019



Since the ancient Greeks first put to sea, nations have recognized the necessity of naval forces and maintaining a superior capability to protect waterborne travel and commerce from bad actors. Pirates threaten the open seas, and the same is possible in space. In this same way, I believe we too must now recognize the necessity of a Space Force to defend the nation and to protect space commerce and civil space exploration – Texas Senator Ted Cruz

How about a little spaceman? - Brandon

And that brings us to tonight’s word: YO HO HO AND BOTTLE OF BRASS MONKEY

Space pirates? You sir, are bold. On the floor of the senate you say? Is that far from Paddys? A million miles away? I bet. We talk about space pirates in the pub all day on every day that starts with a “T”. Tuesday. Thursday. Thriday. Thaturday. Thunday. That’s my joke now. Space pirates are right there with false flag operations from the military industrial space complex. Hardly raises an eyebrow these days. Old news. Throw it in the corner with the other newspapers. Just might need to reference it again someday. Kudos to you. But I gotta ask you….there was a bit of mockery following that testimony, wasn’t there? Ted…just admit it. That’s ok. Charles Bukowski says that’s ok. Taking that leap off the edge edge of indoctrinated sheeple beliefs could mean derision….mockery…isolation…How’s that tin foil hat fitting? Little tight? Welcome to the pub.

Roll the dice


But you were spot on. The Earth was, simply put, a little island in the Caribbean of the universe with no defenses against ruthless bands of pirates looking for the next plunder. The pickings were easy. And they picked. These space pirates you speak of turned the indigenous peoples into their slaves. With a more sophisticated level of technology and a ruthless heart, it wasn’t much of a fight. Much like how the Pineapple king, James Dole, a white man, put the Hawaiian locals to work farming pineapples for the world to enjoy. Do you think they were paid slave wages? What’s job creation if doesn’t make a living? Uvas, no!! You can take that story and fit it into any country in the world. A few making money of the backs of the many. Cotton. Coal. Oil. Grapes. iPhones. Nike. Coffee beans. Human trafficking. Organ trafficking. Diamonds. Gold. Vibranium. Wendy’s. They even called it skull and crossbones. I believe you have something of Geronimo’s. How clear does it have to be? Sometimes codespeak is a bit too obvious for our own good.

You’re preaching to the choir. Space pirates are evil, satanic, blood thirsty, beings who care nothing for anyone or anything but their own gain. Humans are cannon fodder. The earth is a resource to rape. And we must at all costs protect ourselves from these demon off worlders intent on killing 90% of humans because we are irredeemable, useless, toothless crackheads only good for breeding, pouring martinis and taking up space. They will attempt to poison and destroy our brothers. Oh yes, my friends…beware the space pirate…for he is a shifty one who only lives in service of self at the expense of others.


And they won’t stop there, Ted. They’ve come for our women. Just look at him. With his pirate head full of hair. You kidding me with that hairline? And those high cheekbones. And that rugged jawline. And those hazel eyes that gaze right into your soul and transports you a million miles away. To somewhere safe. To someplace straight out of your dreams…


No, space pirate. Dammit. You will not have my soul. I will not fall under the spell of your black California sun tanned magic. Your warm firm but not too firm hand shake and smile will not peroxide my hair. I stand with Ted. I want you off my planet. I want to join my galactic family. I want to live in health. I want to live in wealth. I don’t want your concept of fiat money nor credit. I don’t want your false flags nor endless wars. I don’t want your religions nor devil philosophy. And I don’t want your pineapples nor pizza. I want you to leave. Leave this place and leave us in peace. What you say?


Funny you say that. Funny you say that. But it’s interesting timing, no? Out of left field we need to protect ourselves from space pirates? Now the late nighters had their fun with it, but it really didn’t make main stream news did it? I saw an article on Bing come and go but nothing big. And when you see main stream media skip something, you know it’s true. That’s the tell. Mockery and misdirection. But I did think it was interesting Yahoo editor David Knowles mentioned there’s no interplanetary commerce going down.

“Although armed Somali pirates terrorized the waters off the horn of Africa a decade ago, their activity has diminished in recent years thanks to a robust military response from several nations, including the United States. Venezuela’s descent into political chaos is partly blamed for a rise in Caribbean piracy. Yet none of those threats possess the resources to — as yet — mount a credible threat beyond the confines of Earth’s atmosphere. Nor is there any interplanetary commerce to present a lucrative target for pirates.” – Yahoo.

Is it more fake news? Is yahoo on the approved patriot reading list? I heard coffee and chocolate are hot commodities off planet. Peppermint hot cocoa tastes good. Cinnamon dolce latte tastes good. Vincent Vega boom. You know what else I heard is a hot commodity? Human slaves. To go work mining some planet somewhere out there. So that sucks. Is that why Ted got the crickets?

But what is also interesting is there was a reminder of the newly formed Space Force cleverly added to the article. Yahoo. USA Today. Even MSNBC got in the act and referenced Space Force. Nobody believes in coincidences anymore so why talk about space pirates now? Why reference back to Space Force now? Did the sheeple forget? They do that sometimes. You know…that telling a lie over and over again turning it true, isn’t as easy as it sounds. Air time is expensive. Ammunition is getting scarce.

“If you tell a lie big enough and keep repeating it, people will eventually come to believe it. The lie can be maintained only for such time as the State can shield the people from the political, economic and/or military consequences of the lie. It thus becomes vitally important for the State to use all of its powers to repress dissent, for the truth is the mortal enemy of the lie, and thus by extension, the truth is the greatest enemy of the State.” – Goebbels

So maybe if the alliance can waste a moment to remind the space pirates escape routes off planet are cut off, that’s a play. That the cavalry is not coming for the cabal. That those deals to leave planet years ago are off the table. That Space Force has its share of the estimated $989 billion budget. That’s a lot of millennium falcons. I don’t believe in coincidences. Even if it is at the expense of Ted Cruz’s reputation. Welcome to the party, pal. My rep is shot. These tin foil hats get a little stuffy, don’t they? Don’t breathe very well. You could poke holes in them for a little ventilation, but that’s how they get in there. But until they reinvent the wheel, what you gonna do? Just want you to know, we got your back. You’ll never walk alone.

But as for us watching the slow drip of the softest of soft disclosures, it’s getting a little painful. We’re ready for the grand finale. All at once. Let’s just dump that wheelbarrow of truth right on the sheeples consciousness. Let it melt. Let it explode. As Dylan said, now the fiddler steps to the road ]JESUS[. Says everything has been returned which was owed ]TETELESTAI[. While the back of a fish truck unloads ]ABUNDANCE[. While my conscience explodes ]ASCENSION[. It’s going to explode now or later. Either way it’s going down. No way around it. Let’s see it. Show me yours and I’ll show you mine. Dark side of the moon? Yes please.

So just exactly how bad are space pirates? For some humans, not so bad. They got nice cars. Nice positions of power. Nice houses. Nice babes. Fame. Fortune. Though neither of them are to be what they seem. For the rest of us…slavery. No way to shine up that shite. Slavery till you die. Unless you make a deal with the space pirates. Sell your soul to get out of prison early. Personally, I prefer the term space nazis. Probably cause I got nazis on the brain. Maybe it was that one star trek when I was a kid. Who knows. But nazis don’t really fit into the imagery of Earth being a small island invaded by scurvy scallywags island hopping from one to the other stealing all the gold, rum, women and children. Don’t get me wrong, nazis love to invade and steal. It’s just a few of their favorite things. Boom. But if Ted had said Space Force should look into protecting Earth from space nazis, that might have been a bridge too far for the voters. Is it too late to get the psychedelic warlock back in here? Writing murder books trying to stay hip? We here in the pub would have gotten it, but we’re just a sliver of the population. What would they have done? Stuck him in the basement of the FBIs most unwanted? Nicknamed him Spooky? But we know it’s the real thing. They came and they conquered. Thru blackmail and bribery, they moved into the seats of power. Music. Politics. Movies. Education. Military. All levels of government. Even sports. Why sports? Cause the sheeple can’t get enough of it. They live for it. They die for it. They’ll waste a quarter of their waking lives on it. And that brings us to tonight’s word: TAKE A KNEE



Divide and conquer. It’s a proven method of how a smaller force can leverage its size against a much larger opponent. So other than the normal cowboys vs steeler rivalry, they found a way to kick it up a notch. Bam! Let’s divide the country by having our athletes disrespect the one thing all patriotic Americans love. The national anthem. Good call, coach.



Now I bet Megan here didn’t get into soccer to protest her country when she was a child. I doubt she wants to be booed wherever she goes. Who does? But we all know for anyone to climb up the ladder in the matrix, you got to play ball. Eat a baby and play ball. Too soon? So maybe in order to make the traveling squad you get introduced to your brand new handler. Everyone has one, silly. That’s just how professional sports is, silly. Maybe your handler says, as a way of thanking us for putting you on the team, you can do us a favor. Maybe he sits you down on a water bucket and says, Walk on road, hm? Walk left side, safe. Walk right side, safe. Walk middle, sooner or later…get a squish just like grape. Here nazi same thing. Either you nazi do yes, or nazi do no. You nazi do “guess so”….squish….just like grape. Understand? I want you to pull out the old peroxide, get gussied up and take a knee for the home team. You can do it!

Now I’m not sure as to the “why” Ms. Slim shady took a knee. I don’t know what deal she made. I just know it’s so obvious one was made. And the die job doesn’t help your case. Those space pirates are clever. They can wait you out. They can apply pressure over long periods of time to wear you down. They can cut off supply lines. They got the money and they know you need it. Get you accustomed to luxury and yank the carpet. Shut the door. Put you out into the cold. So yea…it does take courage to let it all go. It might even lead to mockery and isolation. But isolation is the gift, member? You member.

And in a sense maybe the space nazis are sad they are losing their country therefore taking a knee is personal. The American flag to space nazis have become a symbol to them of the new world order. A symbol that protects their way of life while disregarding all others. They used the flag to carry out their fascist invasions all over the world. Under our flag they transported heroin off the bush poppy fields in Afghanistan straight to the ghettos. They sold out our flag and uranium to the highest bidder. And they got rich doing it. So as the Alliance started putting the plan into place and making changes, maybe to them, their country is under attack. Walk a mile in their shoes. They started losing blood. And they started to lose friends and family. So they took a knee. And as Ms. slim shady said herself just last week, she’s a “walking protest” to the Trump administration. At least, no one can accuse you of being nazi guess so, Megan.

Thanks for being a good sport, tho. It’s tough being called a nazi. Unless you are one then….it’s a good thing???


And just a little tin foil hat inside info, there’s no number of taking of knees that will stop what’s coming. I kinda wish you knew that before you decided to double down last week. Put the peroxide down and no one gets hurt. The space nazis are in for a rude awakening. Hasn’t your handler told you yet? Yea. Managers are like that. Just like mushrooms, in the dark and fed shit. But you’ve been a good sport for listening. And honestly when I see your picture...I'm torn. And reminded of a couple lines in songs. Shocker.

The powers that be
That force us to live like we do
Bring me to my knees
When I see what they've done to you
But I'll die as I stand here today
Knowing that deep in my heart
They'll fall to ruin one day
For making us part – Pretenders

I never beat you
I never lied
And if you’re evil
I’ll forgive you, butterfly
Cause you…I would die for you – Prince

Forgiveness. Maybe you’d like a dose of it someday. Or maybe you’ll go down with the ship with the angry 18. You know, cause pirates would rather destroy the black pearl than let the enemy call it theirs. Your choice. Free will. But for me, that Jesus turn the other cheek thing is still a fly in my ear. And apparently still on my wall. And it kinda seems like you’re more (no offense) mid to low management. So I would imagine there’s still room for a nazi midfielder on the train to the land of hope and dreams. Right next to whores and gamblers. Even if you’re a walking protest today, who knows where you’ll be tomorrow? God only knows. And I don’t mean to rush you, but the Q clock is ticking. It’s all over now, baby blue.

Space pirates. Space nazis. Not much difference to us in the pub. Not much reputation left either. What little I had got lost in the clouds. Too bad the sleeple haven’t gotten the memo yet. Coffee is on the pot but I guess they had a long night with all their Mexican meth, legal Percocet, pornography, fear pornography, taco bell, fluoride, TV, call of duty, katy perry, and every other pineal numbing arrow slung at them. At least it was a senator who broke the news and not a card carrying member of the Charles Bukowski tin foil hat society calling for space nazi protection. They won’t remember any of this in 5 and half years, will they? The sleepy ones? Not with finale week they won’t. Not with main stream media burying the lead once again. Not with the completely expected mockery that follows the fantastic truth. Not much difference between pirates and nazis here in Paddy’s pub. Even the same song rolls off both their pirate nazi tongues.

Yo ho ho and bottle of brass monkey.

And that’s the word

Heisenberg

Rhyming and Stealing

Bob Dylans 115th dream

Life on Mars

All along the watchtower

Radio nowhere

Letter to Elise

Listen up

You’re a big girl now

She belongs to me

Just like a woman

Gotta serve somebody

Positively 4th street

Bizarre love triangle

It ain’t me babe

Most likely you’ll go your way and I’ll go mine

It’s all over now baby blue

Smile

Desolation Row

With God on our side




















"With God On Our Side"

Oh, my name—it ain't nothin'
My age—it means less
The country I come from
Is called the Midwest
I's taught and brought up there
The laws to abide
And that the land that I live in
Has God on its side

Oh, the history books tell it
They tell it so well
The cavalries charged
The Indians fell
The cavalries charged
The Indians died
Oh, the country was young
With God on its side

The Spanish-American
War had its day
And the Civil War too
Was soon laid away
And the names of the heroes
I's made to memorize
With guns in their hands
And God on their side

The First World War, boys
It came and it went
The reason for fighting
I never did get
But I learned to accept it
Accept it with pride
For you don't count the dead
When God's on your side

The Second World War
Came to an end
We forgave the Germans
And then we were friends
Though they murdered six million
In the ovens they fried
The Germans now too
Have God on their side

I've learned to hate the Russians
All through my whole life
If another war comes
It's them we must fight
To hate them and fear them
To run and to hide
And accept it all bravely
With God on my side

But now we got weapons
Of chemical dust
If fire them we're forced to
Then fire them we must
One push of the button
And a shot the world wide
And you never ask questions
When God's on your side

Through many dark hour
I've been thinkin' about this
That Jesus Christ
Was betrayed by a kiss
But I can't think for you
You'll have to decide
Whether Judas Iscariot
Had God on his side

So now as I'm leavin'
I'm weary as Hell
The confusion I'm feelin'
Ain't no tongue can tell
The words fill my head
And they fall to the floor
That if God's on our side
He'll stop the next war
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