Entry Submitted by Heisenberg at 6:33 PM EDT on October 16, 2019
Then I saw heaven opened, and behold, a white horse! The one sitting on it is called Faithful and True, and in righteousness he judges and makes war. 12 His eyes are like a flame of fire, and on his head are many diadems, and he has a name written that no one knows but himself. 13 He is clothed in a robe dipped in[a] blood, and the name by which he is called is The Word of God. 14 And the armies of heaven, arrayed in fine linen, white and pure, were following him on white horses. 15 From his mouth comes a sharp sword with which to strike down the nations, and he will rule[b] them with a rod of iron. He will tread the winepress of the fury of the wrath of God the Almighty. 16 On his robe and on his thigh he has a name written, King of kings and Lord of lords – Revelations 19:11-16
That which hath made them drunk hath
made me bold;
What hath quench'd them hath given me fire. Hark! Peace!
It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman,
Which gives the stern'st good-night. He is about it:(5)
The doors are open, and the surfeited grooms
Do mock their charge with snores: I have drugg'd their
possets,
That death and nature do contend about them,
Whether they live or die - Lady Macbeth Act 2
And that brings us to tonight’s word: GONNA FINISH THAT?
And another thing, Uncle Lou, if that is indeed your real name, were we humans just another universal class experimentation for your studies? Another science project for your trophy room? You know who else loved their science projects? That’s right. The Nazis. Let’s see what Wiki has to say about that.
Is that the great “experiment” everyone keeps talking about? The darkness on the edge of town experiment? Put a whore house on the city limits and see what happens to Smallville? Who visits? Who protests? Who prays for their souls? No offense Uncle Lou (still don’t think that’s your real name) but that’s a pretty weak experiment. If given the chance to be, are human beings scum? If given the choice of good vs. evil, will these God spark human apes choose evil? Ok. I’ll bite. and I’ll bite with a 5th grade science experiment of my own.
I am going to put 100 rats in a carboard box. Actually, make it a concrete box. More authentic. Like Chicago. And I will feed these 100 rats 1 pound of cheese every 2 weeks and monitor their response. My hypothesis is the rats will eventually kill each other in order to get the meager food portions. And guess what? They did. Boom. Lack. Of. Food. I didn’t really see the eating babies or the pimp getting a stable going. But hey, they don’t call him Ratso for nothing. Midnight cowboy boom. This experiment was pretty easy and predictable. Let’s try it on Chimpanzees. What you say, Josef Mengele? I knew you would….I knew you would.
This time, we’ll put 100 apes in a cage, still keep the food portions low, but this time, let’s throw a few sharp spears in the mix. We’ll call that the X factor. Please…no gambling. Hmmm. Same results. Death. Chaos. Misery. Ok…this is getting boring. Right Uncle Lou? Can I see your drivers license? You just don’t look like a Lou to me. Let’s turn this up a notch. Bang. Let’s get some humans down here. Achtung. Start the trains.
Now this time, we’ll add some liquor stores to every corner. Let’s get some crack on those streets. Where’s Fresh? Let’s get rid of the public services like hospitals and police stations. And grocery stores. Let’s put a few dollar menus on the block. Chalupa. Shot! Let’s cut down the job opportunities and just to be diligent in our work, lets create something called minimum wage. A nice low wage ceiling. Should we put a Planned Parenthood in there, Mengele? You…are ….one sick puppy….but I like the way you think. Hit em where it hurts. Hey. It’s an experiment. It’s in the name of science. Don’t hate the scientist. Hate the science fair.
Interesting. Most interesting. Prostitution is very popular on this planet. Conclusion: Darkness creates evil. Lack creates misery. Hunger outweighs civility. First prize. Let it be noted not in all humans though. Some turned to their faith. Some upheld their humanity in the face of temptation. Some went hungry so that others may eat. Some died so that others may live. Some said please and thank you. Some laid down their favorite jacket so that others don’t get their high heels wet. Some died a hero’s death. I’m looking at you, Seth Rich. Wir können Helden sein. Mengele is already working on how to fix that. Stay tuned.
On the other side of the experimentation coin, those fortunate ones north of the tracks were given the good life and watched closely. Easy jobs with big pay. Big houses. Big cars. Big dinners. Big bank accounts. Big bottoms. Big time. Interesting. Even though these humans had more than they need, they refused to share with the less fortunate. Most interesting. They would rather watch their brothers and sisters kill each other than spread their wealth. Conclusion: Humans are cruel. Sadistic. Selfish. Mean.
And that brings us to tonight’s word: ARTHUR FLECK
Here’s an example of the product of your experiment, Uncle Lou. Can I call you Tio Louie? No? Ok. Arthur Fleck. A young boy whose mom was a little meshuggana. She dated wack job men who tied him to the radiator. A lack filled world knocked him down at every turn. Pumped up with big pharma’s drugs every week. Dealt a bad luck hand since birth in a concrete hell hole called Gotham. Pushed to the edge. Well…you know the story from there. An innocent born into your experiment driven to become a serial killer. Is this what you were going for? Is Arthur going to get your work published? Is an army of Jokers running the streets going to get you tenure? Creating chaos. Misery. Division. Is a world full of God spark beings killing each other where you were aiming with your hypothesis? To see just how low you could drag humanity down? I’m sorry…I forget….it wasn’t you. It was us. The experiment created the division. Give one twin love….the other no affection. You, Uncle Lou, were just a professor of science doing your job. Congrats. You win. You get the blue ribbon. Now please take your Joker to whatever 3D planet hired you. And please go easy on him…he was a victim of his nurture…not his nature. He’s a good boy. Fed his mom. Danced with his mom. Bathed his mom. Did not see that one coming.
Have a seat, Onkel Lou. I’ve got an experiment of my own. The student has become the master. The padawan has become the Jedi. Question: After many millennia of darkness, can humanity retrieve their soul and live in peace? Hypothesis: abundance and longevity will lead to peace on Earth. I know it’s boring. And totally predictable. And it’s probably not going to win any blue ribbons at state. But it’s mine. It’s my science fair project. You can’t take it away from me. Even if I only get a participant ribbon. I guess I can try it on those rats as well. 100 trillion pounds of cheddar every week for a year. Think they’ll still kill each other? Eat each other’s babies? Prostitute themselves? Why would one hook if they don’t need money? Or food? Or a place to live? It’s the end of the month and my rent is due said every porn movie ever. They wouldn’t. When that happens, it’s not called prostitution. It’s called love making. Consensual love making. The best kind.
And when the abundance project is in full swing and you still like eating babies…well…you’re just going to have to go with old Uncle Louie Louie to 3D where that kinda thing is encouraged. That’s going to be whole other science project. No, not cloning, vrill Bill. Nor droning, vrill Phil. But at least we know that baby eater is a nature kinda thing and not a nurture kinda thing. You know why? Science, bitch!!
Don’t forget all your books and lesson plans, Lucifer. We’ll have no need for them in the new experiment. You taught us well. You taught us exactly what we do not want to be. You taught us perfectly….exactly what we as humans do not want to be. Can’t you see? Enough of your darkness have we. Grab all that you can’t leave behind. We reserved the science lab at three.
Uncle Lou….you forgot your autographed copy of Mein Kampf. Don’t want to forget that.
Halten Sie auf Gänsehaut…
der Mann, der die Welt verkaufte….
Aufrichtig Ihre, Adolf
I’ll send you a postcard
And That's All I Have To Say About That….
And that’s the word
Heisenberg
Digging in the Dirt
Institutionalized
Fortunate Son
Why
Who Killed Davey Moore? (Not embedded below)
It Wasn’t Me
Mr. Brightside (Not embedded below)
Reptile
Crazy Baldhead
Don’t Ask Me Why
We’ll Meet Again
That’s Life
That's life (that's life) that's what people say
You're riding high in April
Shot down in May
But I know I'm gonna change that tune
When I'm back on top, back on top in June
I said, that's life (that's life) and as funny as it may seem
Some people get their kicks
Stompin' on a dream
But I don't let it, let it get me down
'Cause this fine old world it keeps spinnin' around
I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate
A poet, a pawn and a king
I've been up and down and over and out
And I know one thing
Each time I find myself flat on my face
I pick myself up and get back in the race
That's life (that's life) I tell ya, I can't deny it
I thought of quitting, baby
But my heart just ain't gonna buy it
And if I didn't think it was worth one single try
I'd jump right on a big bird and then I'd fly
I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate
A poet, a pawn and a king
I've been up and down and over and out
And I know one thing
Each time I find myself layin' flat on my face
I just pick myself up and get back in the race
That's life (that's life) that's life
And I can't deny it
Many times I thought of cuttin' out but my heart won't buy it
But if there's nothing shakin' come here this July
I'm gonna roll myself up in a big ball and die
My, my…………
______________________________________________________
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Copyright © 2019 Dinar Chronicles
Then I saw heaven opened, and behold, a white horse! The one sitting on it is called Faithful and True, and in righteousness he judges and makes war. 12 His eyes are like a flame of fire, and on his head are many diadems, and he has a name written that no one knows but himself. 13 He is clothed in a robe dipped in[a] blood, and the name by which he is called is The Word of God. 14 And the armies of heaven, arrayed in fine linen, white and pure, were following him on white horses. 15 From his mouth comes a sharp sword with which to strike down the nations, and he will rule[b] them with a rod of iron. He will tread the winepress of the fury of the wrath of God the Almighty. 16 On his robe and on his thigh he has a name written, King of kings and Lord of lords – Revelations 19:11-16
That which hath made them drunk hath
made me bold;
What hath quench'd them hath given me fire. Hark! Peace!
It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman,
Which gives the stern'st good-night. He is about it:(5)
The doors are open, and the surfeited grooms
Do mock their charge with snores: I have drugg'd their
possets,
That death and nature do contend about them,
Whether they live or die - Lady Macbeth Act 2
And that brings us to tonight’s word: GONNA FINISH THAT?
And another thing, Uncle Lou, if that is indeed your real name, were we humans just another universal class experimentation for your studies? Another science project for your trophy room? You know who else loved their science projects? That’s right. The Nazis. Let’s see what Wiki has to say about that.
- 1.1 Experiments on twins
- 1.2 Bone, muscle, and nerve transplantation experiments
- 1.3 Head injury experiments
- 1.4 Freezing experiments
- 1.5 Malaria experiments
- 1.6 Immunization experiments
- 1.7 Epidemic jaundice
- 1.8 Mustard gas experiments
- 1.9 Sulfonamide experiments
- 1.10 Sea water experiments
- 1.11 Sterilization and fertility experiments
- 1.12 Experiments with poison
- 1.13 Incendiary bomb experiments
- 1.14 High altitude experiments
- 1.15 Blood coagulation experiments
Is that the great “experiment” everyone keeps talking about? The darkness on the edge of town experiment? Put a whore house on the city limits and see what happens to Smallville? Who visits? Who protests? Who prays for their souls? No offense Uncle Lou (still don’t think that’s your real name) but that’s a pretty weak experiment. If given the chance to be, are human beings scum? If given the choice of good vs. evil, will these God spark human apes choose evil? Ok. I’ll bite. and I’ll bite with a 5th grade science experiment of my own.
I am going to put 100 rats in a carboard box. Actually, make it a concrete box. More authentic. Like Chicago. And I will feed these 100 rats 1 pound of cheese every 2 weeks and monitor their response. My hypothesis is the rats will eventually kill each other in order to get the meager food portions. And guess what? They did. Boom. Lack. Of. Food. I didn’t really see the eating babies or the pimp getting a stable going. But hey, they don’t call him Ratso for nothing. Midnight cowboy boom. This experiment was pretty easy and predictable. Let’s try it on Chimpanzees. What you say, Josef Mengele? I knew you would….I knew you would.
This time, we’ll put 100 apes in a cage, still keep the food portions low, but this time, let’s throw a few sharp spears in the mix. We’ll call that the X factor. Please…no gambling. Hmmm. Same results. Death. Chaos. Misery. Ok…this is getting boring. Right Uncle Lou? Can I see your drivers license? You just don’t look like a Lou to me. Let’s turn this up a notch. Bang. Let’s get some humans down here. Achtung. Start the trains.
Now this time, we’ll add some liquor stores to every corner. Let’s get some crack on those streets. Where’s Fresh? Let’s get rid of the public services like hospitals and police stations. And grocery stores. Let’s put a few dollar menus on the block. Chalupa. Shot! Let’s cut down the job opportunities and just to be diligent in our work, lets create something called minimum wage. A nice low wage ceiling. Should we put a Planned Parenthood in there, Mengele? You…are ….one sick puppy….but I like the way you think. Hit em where it hurts. Hey. It’s an experiment. It’s in the name of science. Don’t hate the scientist. Hate the science fair.
Interesting. Most interesting. Prostitution is very popular on this planet. Conclusion: Darkness creates evil. Lack creates misery. Hunger outweighs civility. First prize. Let it be noted not in all humans though. Some turned to their faith. Some upheld their humanity in the face of temptation. Some went hungry so that others may eat. Some died so that others may live. Some said please and thank you. Some laid down their favorite jacket so that others don’t get their high heels wet. Some died a hero’s death. I’m looking at you, Seth Rich. Wir können Helden sein. Mengele is already working on how to fix that. Stay tuned.
On the other side of the experimentation coin, those fortunate ones north of the tracks were given the good life and watched closely. Easy jobs with big pay. Big houses. Big cars. Big dinners. Big bank accounts. Big bottoms. Big time. Interesting. Even though these humans had more than they need, they refused to share with the less fortunate. Most interesting. They would rather watch their brothers and sisters kill each other than spread their wealth. Conclusion: Humans are cruel. Sadistic. Selfish. Mean.
And that brings us to tonight’s word: ARTHUR FLECK
Here’s an example of the product of your experiment, Uncle Lou. Can I call you Tio Louie? No? Ok. Arthur Fleck. A young boy whose mom was a little meshuggana. She dated wack job men who tied him to the radiator. A lack filled world knocked him down at every turn. Pumped up with big pharma’s drugs every week. Dealt a bad luck hand since birth in a concrete hell hole called Gotham. Pushed to the edge. Well…you know the story from there. An innocent born into your experiment driven to become a serial killer. Is this what you were going for? Is Arthur going to get your work published? Is an army of Jokers running the streets going to get you tenure? Creating chaos. Misery. Division. Is a world full of God spark beings killing each other where you were aiming with your hypothesis? To see just how low you could drag humanity down? I’m sorry…I forget….it wasn’t you. It was us. The experiment created the division. Give one twin love….the other no affection. You, Uncle Lou, were just a professor of science doing your job. Congrats. You win. You get the blue ribbon. Now please take your Joker to whatever 3D planet hired you. And please go easy on him…he was a victim of his nurture…not his nature. He’s a good boy. Fed his mom. Danced with his mom. Bathed his mom. Did not see that one coming.
Have a seat, Onkel Lou. I’ve got an experiment of my own. The student has become the master. The padawan has become the Jedi. Question: After many millennia of darkness, can humanity retrieve their soul and live in peace? Hypothesis: abundance and longevity will lead to peace on Earth. I know it’s boring. And totally predictable. And it’s probably not going to win any blue ribbons at state. But it’s mine. It’s my science fair project. You can’t take it away from me. Even if I only get a participant ribbon. I guess I can try it on those rats as well. 100 trillion pounds of cheddar every week for a year. Think they’ll still kill each other? Eat each other’s babies? Prostitute themselves? Why would one hook if they don’t need money? Or food? Or a place to live? It’s the end of the month and my rent is due said every porn movie ever. They wouldn’t. When that happens, it’s not called prostitution. It’s called love making. Consensual love making. The best kind.
And when the abundance project is in full swing and you still like eating babies…well…you’re just going to have to go with old Uncle Louie Louie to 3D where that kinda thing is encouraged. That’s going to be whole other science project. No, not cloning, vrill Bill. Nor droning, vrill Phil. But at least we know that baby eater is a nature kinda thing and not a nurture kinda thing. You know why? Science, bitch!!
Don’t forget all your books and lesson plans, Lucifer. We’ll have no need for them in the new experiment. You taught us well. You taught us exactly what we do not want to be. You taught us perfectly….exactly what we as humans do not want to be. Can’t you see? Enough of your darkness have we. Grab all that you can’t leave behind. We reserved the science lab at three.
Uncle Lou….you forgot your autographed copy of Mein Kampf. Don’t want to forget that.
Halten Sie auf Gänsehaut…
der Mann, der die Welt verkaufte….
Aufrichtig Ihre, Adolf
I’ll send you a postcard
And That's All I Have To Say About That….
And that’s the word
Heisenberg
Digging in the Dirt
Institutionalized
Fortunate Son
Why
Who Killed Davey Moore? (Not embedded below)
It Wasn’t Me
Mr. Brightside (Not embedded below)
Reptile
Crazy Baldhead
Don’t Ask Me Why
We’ll Meet Again
That’s Life
That's life (that's life) that's what people say
You're riding high in April
Shot down in May
But I know I'm gonna change that tune
When I'm back on top, back on top in June
I said, that's life (that's life) and as funny as it may seem
Some people get their kicks
Stompin' on a dream
But I don't let it, let it get me down
'Cause this fine old world it keeps spinnin' around
I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate
A poet, a pawn and a king
I've been up and down and over and out
And I know one thing
Each time I find myself flat on my face
I pick myself up and get back in the race
That's life (that's life) I tell ya, I can't deny it
I thought of quitting, baby
But my heart just ain't gonna buy it
And if I didn't think it was worth one single try
I'd jump right on a big bird and then I'd fly
I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate
A poet, a pawn and a king
I've been up and down and over and out
And I know one thing
Each time I find myself layin' flat on my face
I just pick myself up and get back in the race
That's life (that's life) that's life
And I can't deny it
Many times I thought of cuttin' out but my heart won't buy it
But if there's nothing shakin' come here this July
I'm gonna roll myself up in a big ball and die
My, my…………
______________________________________________________
If you wish to contact the author of any reader submitted guest post, you can give us an email at UniversalOm432Hz@gmail.com and we'll forward your request to the author.
______________________________________________________
All articles, videos, and images posted on Dinar Chronicles were submitted by readers and/or handpicked by the site itself for informational and/or entertainment purposes.
Dinar Chronicles is not a registered investment adviser, broker dealer, banker or currency dealer and as such, no information on the website should be construed as investment advice. We do not support, represent or guarantee the completeness, truthfulness, accuracy, or reliability of any content or communications posted on this site. Information posted on this site may or may not be fictitious. We do not intend to and are not providing financial, legal, tax, political or any other advice to readers of this website.
Copyright © 2019 Dinar Chronicles
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