The Fooze: S7E10 7/10/2023 The Cocaine House

Yes, of course I’ve seen the latest news about cocaine found in the White House, & of course, we all know who’s it was. There’s footage of Hunter Biden right after the supposed discovery looking jacked as fuck, all bug-eyed & jerky, wiping his nose no less, reinforces all fingers pointing at his dumb ass as the culprit. Not to mention, right before the discovery, they released footage of that degenerate piece of shit driving 180 MPH to Vegas while showcasing his crack pipe. Just to be clear, there’s a definite distinction between crack & cocaine. It’s analogous to cane sugar & high fructose corn syrup, in that crack is the ultra-concentrated form of cocaine, as high fructose corn syrup is the ultra-concentrated form of sugar. Both are highly addictive as well, hence all the obesity in this “body positive” God-forsaken country of ours, but I digress, as this article is intended to be about the crackhead in the White House, not the fat people in this country. Yes, it’s quite a story, & quite a distraction, considering that since the news has centered in on this cocaine story, Hunter’s puppet-potato dad, Joe Biden, the frontman for the puppet master Barack Obama, sent cluster bombs to Ukraine, adding more fuel to the fire of World War 3, bringing us one step closer to a nuclear hot war with Russia. This is what the so-called “ruling elites” want, of course, global war, because they know they’ll be okay, while millions, maybe even billions, of people get vaporized as collateral damage if said World War 3 was to break out. Theatre, theatre, theatre, only with real-life consequences…for us, not them.

It’s just a matter of time at this point, as a global war could pop off today, tomorrow, next week, next month, but know this, there’s an exceptionally high probability that it’s going to happen, & right before election time too, what a coincidence, so this rogue government could utilize “emergency powers” to stall the next sham s-election in order to retain their power. Do you really think these soulless power-hungry scum are going to relinquish their stolen power when the next s-election comes? Of course not, but sadly, so many still believe that their vote counts for something. NEWSFLASH: IT DOESN’T. Nope, voting is as useless as the diapers Joe Biden wears, & the next round coming in 2024, will be utterly meaningless. They will install whoever they want, & for those of you on Team MAGA, naively betting that Trump is going to come back & save the world from this Deep State cancer, you might want to rethink the risk of putting all of your eggs into one orange basket. If something happens to OrangeManBad, the demoralization of half the country will be unprecedented, & the hopelessness that follows, will make you all much easier to control, which again, is what the powers-that-be want…total & absolute control. What better way than to remove their hero from the equation, know what I mean?

I’m not as dumb as I look though; I know full-well how shadowbanned I am, as well as how most people think I’m a raving madman for writing/saying the things I do, & since crazy people do not know they’re crazy, but I have self-awareness of my mental capacities, I know I’m not a mental patient, & thus, just have to sit back & watch with my proverbial popcorn as the things I know are coming come. It’s heart-breaking, more than any of you can possibly know, to watch this once great country die on the vine like the grapes in the vineyard of a dead vineyard keeper. It truly is, & I wish I could do something, I wish I could do a lot of things, but being a thought-criminal as well as a sane person in an insane world, has isolated me so far out onto an island unto myself, that no one will ever heed my words, nor abide my inclinations & forewarnings. Now, for the final paragraph, I will let these fingers fly as they may, as I take the exit ramp from the fake news highway, & let my stream of consciousness do its thing, as it does. It’s as much as the turn of a dial, finding a station, & drawing water from the well, from the ether, or perhaps as Plato stated, from the realm of pure forms.

I’m currently in a state of flux, on the road, in the middle of the country for a pit stop, in a lovely little town in Ohio. It couldn’t be more apple pie Americana here, American flags blowing in the breeze, nice suburban homes, well-to-do American families doing the things that they do in their small town. Not much crime, not much of anything dark, just people doing their best to live without the chaos of the world encroaching on their respective little bubbles. I take my walks, I notice everything, I admire the beauty, the trees gently blowing in the breeze, the lovely homes these families have built for themselves, & it makes me smile, albeit only for a fleeting moment, before I integrate the future terror that might befall the world if a hot nuclear war were to commence. I cringe inside, having the visualizations that I do, but nonetheless I do, I have them, terrible illustrations, picturing all of this real-life Norman Rockwell sublimity, destroyed in a mega-mushroom cloud, with the ensuing fallout blanketing the town, & the surrounding area. I think of the show The Walking Dead, & picture radiated humans, aimlessly zombie-walking around, with their minds gone, only shells of their former selves. I see the houses in a state of ruin, the streets covered in rubble, the wrecked cars, the corpses, the stores all looted & burned out, from the few lone survivors. Like I said, I don’t want to, but I do, I see the heart of this once-great nation torn into two, decaying lifelessly like a raw steak in the sun. It’s a sad way to see things, & although I’m quite aware that grimly picturing a dystopian post-apocalyptic hellsacape is a waste of thoughts & energy, my mind cannot help itself, considering what the pragmatist in me foresees coming. Oh this mind of mine, woe to this mind of mine.

No, one cannot exist in a future yet to come, nor dwell in a past that will never come again. It’s a redundant exercise of futility, but at least I have that self-awareness to self-realize what I’m doing, so it doesn’t overtake my daily reminder to always live in the present. The present, that ticks away second by second, that comes & goes so fast, so damn fast, is the only moment one can know is truly real. Many of us are stuck in our pasts or our futures, particularly the former, but many of us are not. It’s all just so chaotic, for life itself is a journey through chaos, is it not? One can only hope that The Great Creator will bring Divine order back to this 3d waking world of mass psychosis, because the state of the zeitgeist in the present, is sadly more disordered then it’s ever been. It all seems backwards, upside-down, a world where the malevolent reign, & the benevolent are unprecedentedly suppressed & ostracized, even as far as being exiled, as is yours truly. Yep, your narrator here is digitally exiled from the town square, as well as banished from the matrix prison planet, like a forgotten ghost of someone that no one ever knew. Statistically, I shouldn’t even be here; I should be as dead as many of my friends, who are now just tombstones. It’s as overwhelming as a mile-high tidal wave, & as I mentioned earlier, I’m on an island unto myself, in the middle of a vast ocean, with nothing but those towering tidal waves to watch, pounding on the sky-high vertical cliffs surrounding my cave of solitude. A permanent state of social isolation, like the mighty Zarathustra, & I wonder if I’ll ever go back down, as he did, after his alone-time with only himself & The breath of The Great Creator ended. Maybe I will, maybe I won’t, but for now, it’s time to go, so until next time dear readers, appreciate the wine from the vine while you can, before the grapes in the vineyard fall to the ground to the hungry worms. So sayeth FisH™…🎏

For all of you, & for none of you at all…🎏

One cannot exist in a future yet to come, nor dwell in a past that will never come again.” Fish F Fish🎏

“Oh this mind of mine, woe to this mind of mine.” Fish F Fish🎏

The End of Novelty

Do you recall the surreal feeling you had as a kid, whenever you see/find something new? I know I do, because I would always STOP, wherever I was, & soak it all in, so to speak. Last time I experienced real novelty, was several years ago in Costa Rica. It’s been a long time though, up until recently, & if you read my recently posted articles, particularly the ones about dreams and visions, there was most certainly a novel element. Unfortunately for yours truly, these visions I am having are just the vivid recollections of long-forgotten memories, which is really just a re-living, so to speak, of novelties I’ve already experienced. The dreams I am having, however, are exceptionally lucid, & so seemingly real, always new, getting the full force of the novelty, just like when I was young, & it breaks my blackened heart when I wake up, self-realizing that it was only a dream. Yep, just a dream, & yours truly has no idea if these dreams are, in fact, real, or just brain phenomena via a creative imagination. Nonetheless, I still get that feeling of novelty, but where is said novelty in the 3d waking world?

I wish I knew, because each passing day is analogous to Groundhog Day, the movie, where the great Bill Murray plays a weatherman, stuck in February 2, waking up to the same day, after same day, after same day, for 30 to 40 YEARS, until finally he unknowingly figures out how to get to the next day. Imagine the wasted repeating days, so much time, same day after same day for nearly a half-century for Phil Connors the Weatherman, hence why yours truly, feels like the novelty, for me, has ended with a screeching halt, & replaced my existence with a Groundhog Day vibe. Sadly, the days still linearly come, the days still go by, turning from days into decades. God I hope I find novelty again before that final day, but maybe the novelty has ended, & each day until my last day, I’ll continue to go on in, stuck in a meaningless existence without novelty. I think that most people, one, never even ponder the notion of novelty, & two, accept that it’s “just the way it is,” which is the most bloody-revolting expression arguably ever spoken. Fuck “just the way it is,” because that’s most certainly NOT this guy writing here. Oy vey, I would really like to shake up the world, in some divinely benevolent manner of course, as I am not malevolent, like a serial killer and/or a politician is. Fuck that expression, & fuck the criminals in power positions who thrive on deception & malevolence yet live like royalty. Where’s the divine retribution for the slaves under these stinking masters? God? Hello? Helllllll-o? You still up there? (crickets)

Novelty is relative, of course; it’s different for each of us. Maybe it just feels like it’s the end of novelty, for yours truly, minus the dreams & the recycled novelty from these visions that are happening. Maybe there’s more novelty to come for this fast-fingered warrior of the pen-sword. Not to mention, I have the ability to see the long game of these so-called “ruling elites,” as well as the probabilities encompassing said long game. I think about it more than I should perhaps, rather than being present in the moment. No one knows the future, or do they? Maybe that’s part of the rolodex of Big Secrets that these fuckers at the top keep to themselves. Look around, look at what’s happening in the world, does any of this madness seem “normal?” What does “normal,” even mean anymore? Now, look 5 years ahead. It’s not so hard to see where this runaway train is going, which is off the cliff, & they will take us all to hell with them, if they can. That’s right, rather than surrender their stolen power back to We The People, they’ll just burn it all down, which is arguably, what they’re already doing. The corruption is a cancer, a malignant cancer, & it’s terminal, for us of course, not for them. No, THEY plan on watching from their high towers, until nearly all of US, are gone, gone, gone. It’s a centuries-long agenda, & every agenda either fails, or embraces fruition as the agenda plays out to its end. I’ve discussed this countless times in prior articles, & I’m not going to re-illustrate it for you again now. I can only reiterate for so long, ya know, so I’m done talking about their Agenda 2030 plan, which ends with 7 billion of us gone, leaving them to hold absolute lydominion over this prison planet. It’s THEIR agenda, not mine, but what can I do in a world full of uninformed blissfully ignorant masses, where most people comply & say, “that’s just the way it is,” what can one little fish like me really do to stop it?

The easy answer is: NOTHING, I can’t do a damned thing, but ride out the storm until one day they finally come for me. Make no mistake, I’ll survive the upcoming Great Holocaust, regardless of the 7 billion person death toll, yours truly will survive it, like a cockroach in a nuclear blast. Did you know cockroaches can live for a few days without a head? If you didn’t, now you do; it’s just another random fact in a head full of random facts. Along with the devolving redundancy of this 3d existence, & the end of novelty, I’m left with a feeling of abysmal hopelessness. I don’t think I am of this world, nor have I ever been, but for the sake of one last event, an event of the greatest novelty, I have to, at the very least, make it to 2030. If I have any purpose at all, it’s to bear witness to the final fall of humanity, as THEIR aforementioned agenda plays out in real time. What might the event be? Is utter disaster novel, so to speak? Sure it is, novelty doesn’t have to always be good, & I could argue that it’s a even split between good novelty, & bad novelty. Surely, a massacre of 7 BILLION humans, is NOT a good thing, unless you’re in the bloodline of the “elites,” then it’s a as great as a caramel-covered chocolate brownie. Like I said earlier, novelty is neutrally relative, nut before I go into a diatribe of tangentry, I’m gonna wrap this article up. Fuck, I’m tired, at least my body is, but the monkey minded hamster on the wheel in my head just keeps running, & running, & running. It always has, & I’ve always been like this; I only wish I knew what it all meant. Until next time dear readers, quiet the mind to free the spirit. So sayeth FisH™…🎣

For all of you, & for none of you at all…🎣

“Quiet the mind, to free the soul.” Fish F Fish🎣