You should definitely know Rumi, but if you know your Rumi like I do, you will know what he said in the Masnavi, that it's legitimate to spread religion by the sword. So he was fundamentally wrong there. Bacon, who was God, remember, said thus. Bacon, “Of Unity in Religion”: But we may not take up the third sword, which is Mahomet’s sword, or like unto it; that is, to propagate religion by wars or by sanguinary persecutions to force consciences. Bacon, “Advertisement Touching a Holy War”: I was ever of opinion, that the Philosopher’s Stone, and a Holy War, were but the rendez-vous of cracked brains. Anti-Machiavel: But here may arise a question, if it is lawful for a prince to make war for religion, and to constrain men to be of his religion. Hereupon to take the thing by reason, the resolution is very easy; for seeing that all religion consists in an approbation of certain points that concern the service of God, it is certain that such an approbation depends upon the persuasion which is given to men thereof. But the means to persuade a thing to any man is not to take weapons to beat him, nor to menace him, but to demonstrate to him by good reasons and allegations what may induce him to a persuasion. So it turns out Bacon is the solution to both Islam and Judaism, which forbid pork. And Bacon was born of the virgin queen, Elizabeth. If you can't see the hand of God here, you're being deliberately obtuse. I have to explain everything to you people. You can thank me sometime.
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He damn near got killed when he brought out that Keep Your Day Job song. That was one of the big mistakes of his life, along with marrying that Yid Deborah. They got that shit down, I can tell you. This one is The Death of Moses by Cabanel, he's got horns here like in Michelangelo's sculpture. When I call myself the Lawless One, don't get me wrong, I'm here to destroy the Torah and its adherents. It's only slightly less satanic than the Talmud, I don't know how it obtained credit in the first place. It was brilliant work on God's part, as always. It turns out God is not like George Washington after all, he can tell a lie, if he's so disposed. That shows you how your nanny, the state, is actually more of a taskmaster than your actual owner, God.
Spring 90 is a good tour, if you don't know it, that's where a lot of the Without a Net stuff is from. You might say to yourself, boy he's really got it in for Peterson, eh? Can you blame me? After running his mouth about the Bible nonstop for years, and then when asked whether he believes in God, responds "It's none of your damn business." Nice way to treat your audience. I suppose that shows just what you think of them, huh? I had hopes for him years ago, but it's turned into the most beautiful train wreck I've ever seen, and I've seen a few.
It may have sounded a bit boastful to have said, without the benefit of any alcohol, that it turns out I'm more important than all the Jews put together. But it happens to be absolutely accurate. I'll go further and say (again without alcohol), since the Americans treated me so disdainfully, well as it turns out I'm more important than all those miserable sons of bitches put together too. If the only way for my work to reach the public was to annihilate the US with hydrogen bombs, it would still be the right thing to do, objectively speaking. Like, without question, even an American would have to admit it. I'm a big-picture guy, your life means nothing to me.
That's satisfying. What did I say? Take heart, for I have overcome the world. They never stood a chance. His whole rise to fame, on the back of pronouns, was manufactured specifically to prevent younger males from reading Mein Kampf and saying, hold on a second, this sounds familiar. But the whole thing has backfired on them, partly because they chose someone who was somehow older than a boomer spiritually speaking, something like an angry, neurotic Jimmy Stewart, and the younger guys are a little more relaxed, hopefully. The whole thing has exploded beautifully. They pulled him out of spook schools Canada and stuck him in Harvard, and they had the goods on him, it looks like he started abusing Mikhaila when she was eleven or so. That's my guess, but I had a girlfriend whose dad started abusing her at that age, and I can tell. That's where her bizarre health problems came from, why they are so close, he's exploited her sexuality shamelessly on numerous occasions. When the whole sordid business is exposed, everyone will look at it and think, how did we not spot this creature a mile away? It's because people are so glad to have the slightest opposition, we clutch at straws. I'm not allowed within miles of any publicity, after all my work.
Last time I had a confrontation with the Jews, they said "Better to take the life of one man, and spare a whole nation." But this time, it turns out that's demonstratively not the case. I can say objectively that I am more important than all the millions of Jews, crypto-Jews, half- and quarter-Jews, even if you added them all up together, they cannot perform Tikkun OIam, but I can. They always say, don't blame Jews for holding you down, but if I could just get credit for this discovery, and a few hours of conversation, I can fix this place up quick. After over twenty years of preparation, mind you.
Chaplin was arguably the most versatile genius in film, in that he wrote, directed, acted, edited, and even scored, although he nicked most of the music. He did a lot of takes, I can't remember the ratio of film shot compared to the final cut, but it was huge, I read about it in a chapter of Paul Johnson's book Creators, a good book and an entertaining and quick read. You should see Modern Times, City Lights, and The Kid at least once, for sure. I never really knew my paternal grandfather, he'd had a stroke and could really only grunt and drool by the time I was on the scene. I was ten or so when he died, and by that time I already thoroughly detested my dad, and at the wake after the funeral I mooned my cousins, some girls, and they went and told on me, and my dad was furious. I'm not sure if there's anything I could have done more insulting to him that day, he made me write several pages about the incident. I mentioned before, the miserable wretch died in June of last year, and I didn't even hear about it until it was almost December. You remember from the gospel of Thomas, if you don't hate your family you can't be my disciple.
I like this guy, he's from Winnipeg, where my mom was born. From what I understand, in the best of times Winnipeg is pretty miserable, but my grandfather was orphaned there during the Great Depression. He became an engineer and worked on cooling towers for nuclear power plants at the Marley Company. |
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