Biden’s America

I’m going to boldly assume that I am not alone with this dire living situation under the Biden regime, yes? Feels more like dying, rather than living. Holy hell, what the fuck happened to this once great country? Everything was looking up, once Trump got elected in 2016; the economy was booming, we were in a relative peacetime globally, the swamp was at risk of being drained, we were all making & saving the cheesbait fiat paper I-O-U Monoploy™ money, then POOF, it all disappeared, like an old man’s fart in the wind, the day this demented kid-sniffing corrupt pedo puppet Joe Biden was s-elected into office. We all know he lost, we all know they cheated, & the most glaring evidence is right there in front of everyone’s faces. Do you want to know what “evidence” I am referring to? Sure you do, & said evidence is this: Potato Joe allegedly won with a “record 81 million votes,” remember that? If that were true, how come they never bring it up? Don’t you think that the idiots on the lunatic left would be reminding the American public every single day if that were the case? They don’t though, no leftists, no Democrat politicians, not even the Fake News MSM, & THAT, in my opinion of course, is the most obvious evidence I know that they lost the election, & if the real numbers came in, it would be the other way around.

However, before you start thinking that yours truly is up Trump’s tighty-whitey-wearing fat ass, think again. People seem to forget who got the pseudo-vaccine through, AND promoted the fact that he did so, in several speeches he made as it was rolling out. It was only after the reports of life-threatening side effects came out that not only Trump, but all those scumbag elitists as well, refused to take responsibility for the jab, which makes me wonder. It makes me wonder that when the lights go out, & the cameras turn off, maybe, just maybe, all of them, ALL OF THEM, Trump included, are all in the same damn club. I’m sure you know the quip from the great George Carlin by now, right? “It’s a big club, & YOU, ain’t in it,” & perhaps that’s the case for everyone who becomes famous. Fame puts you into a bubble, & that bubble separates you, & will ALWAYS separate you from the general public. It blows my mind when these famous people try to relate to the “average American,” when they no idea as to how the average American is living, barely squeezing by, especially nowadays. How many of you have lost all of your resources/assets? How many of you worry about paying the next round of bills? How many of you hold your breath for a second when you start your car, anxious as to whether today will be the day when ti doesn’t start? How many of you are directly affected by inflation & rising prices?

Trump will save the USSA in 2024; it’s a movement, & We The People, led by #OrangeManBad, are going to take back everything the left took from us. Oh sure, it’s wunderbar to believe that If Trump gets re-elected in 2024, that he will ride in on a shimmering flying horse, to save America & the world from the infamous Deep State, & their one world order globalist agenda. Yes, he’s gonna save us all, ONE MAN, is going to stop everything these so-called “ruling elites,” who want 90% of us exterminated, have done to fulfill their plan to take total dominion over the planet . Look at how much the USA has changed in since he left office, look at the speed of the destruction along with the rise of the chaos, & not just here, but around the globe, yet ONE GUY, who might even be on their side, is going to stomp the brakes on their plan, bringing said plan, to a grinding halt, once he’s back in. That’s a bit optimistic, to say the least, yes? Exceptionally wishful thinking, yes? You should know by now that the mainstream media fake news is all scripted narrative Kabuki theatre by now, so what makes you so confident that Trump is not only part of it, he’s playing his part to perfection. I’m not saying he is, of course, but I’m not saying he isn’t either, & like I said, once you’re famous, you’re in the proverbial bubble, & the everyday American is no longer in the same boat as you…not even in the same ocean, or even in a boat, because they’re in their private jest, exhausting out more carbon that your car emits in a year, then threatening you with a carbon tax, along with everything else getting taxed.

Imagine this, imagine if the next phase is to get everyone on Team MAGA convinced that he’s beat these bogus charges against him, & he’s going to be in the race for sure, the numero uno candidate, running on stopping the Deep State. Suddenly, when the hype is at its peak, he’s removed entirely, via some illness, or more made-up charges that stick, or at the worst, they assassinate him in broad daylight. Everyone wearing a Make America Great Again hat, will lose all faith in the system, demoralizing millions, taking the last thread of hope they have left, & lighting it ablaze, like a dynamite stick wick, until KABOOM, there’s nothing left but the smell of sulfuric hell. I’m not saying this is what’s going to happen, but I am saying that you should be careful about which orange basket you put all of your eggs into. There’s a plan underway, as we speak, to completely & utterly destroy this country, & armed Americans are one of the final obstacles impeding the fulfillment of their new world order agenda, which they want completed by 2030. We have 6 & ½ years, only 6 & ½ years to go; Trump was elected 6 & ½ years ago, & look how fast that time blew by, as the 4th dimension of time is accelerating for some reason I am not entirely aware of. Faster & faster & faster, like the flushing of a shat-filled toilet. Maybe that’s how 4d time goes forward, if you will, like a time spiral. Galaxies do that, spinning faster & faster, the closer you get to the center, so why not time, our real-time time?…but as always, I digress.

Nonetheless, buckle up dear readers, because methinks that if you think you’ve seen bad, just wait until worse gets here, because “You Ain’t Seen Nothing Yet,” as the title of the BTO(Bachman Turner Overdrive) song goes. I know, I know, it’s hard to believe, especially with all of the utterly hellish chaos going on everywhere, but please believe, & this is not hyperbolic pessimism, WE HAVE NOT SEEN ANYTHING YET, compared to what’s coming. Speculate all of this out just one year, ONE year, to the summer of 2024, right before the November election , only a few months left to go, & what does your own reasoning tell you? Now, speculate out 5 years, to 2028, if you dare. Spooky, isn’t it? Sure, it’s great to be optimistic, but you know who always beats out the perpetual optimist? The pragmatist, & that little fucker sits on the shoulder of yours truly, day & night, reminding me of where the facts point, right to a dystopian nightmare hell on Earth, full of poverty, addiction, depression, looting, crime waves like you cannot imagine, maybe even as far as a real pandemic, one that is analogous to a real-life Walking Dead. The head throbs, the head throbs, the cancer has gone terminal, & is now in hospice, just waiting to take its figuratively final breath. Until next time dear readers, the end of America as we once knew it is nigh, prepare accordingly. So sayeth FisH™…🎏

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

“The end of the world that you grew up is nigh, prepare accordingly.” Fish F Fish🎏

The Fooze: S6E17 6/17/2023 Reasons Why YOU Should Hire ME, as a Writer/Digital Content Creator

As I have mentioned numerous times before, my black ass is heavily, HEAVILY, shadowbanned. Before the Great Purge in the 2016-2017 era, I was getting thousands of views a day, but now, I’m lucky if I get 10, occasionally even 20, despite the 5000-plus pages of writing I have done in the decade I’ve been writing here on Wordpuke, I mean WordPress. Yep, I’m shadowbanned here, HERE, on my own digital opus. Such is the way of Clownworld 2023…(honk noise). However, in the last few days, I noticed a healthy spike in my view count, topping out at around 70 views yesterday, I believe. Numerically, that is a YUGE increase in views, even though in the proverbial big picture, that’s still relatively nothing, compared to the views I used to get prior to said Great Purge. Nonetheless, it’s significant, & even though I’m not sure exactly what caused this 3-consecutive-days spike, I greatly appreciate all the views. Yours truly can only speculate, even though my speculations have shed no light on the reason for the increase, so I suppose I should just be thankful, which I most certainly am.

Maybe it has something to do with my unending daily stream of applications I send out to potential employers, but I have been doing that for a year now, so it’s a bit of a mystery as to why the sudden increase in views is occurring. Regardless, as I said, it’s very much appreciated, & so now, I’m going to address those aforementioned potential employers, as to why they should hire me to write for them. Where do I begin, where do I begin? So many starting points to choose from, so I’ll begin with a most-important reason why I stand out from everyone else. Quite simply, it’s due to the fact that I illustrate my articles with MY OWN GIF animations, & as far as I know, no one, NO ONE ELSE, does this. Not only do I make my own GIFS, I make them well, with no skips, & with an authentically unique artistic style, that further elevates me, far above any other writers, so much so that it’s as if I was on an island, an island onto myself. Have you ever seen another writer that does this, or even CAN do it? I haven’t, & believe me, I look, but nope, never seen another warrior of the pen utilizing this technique to give their articles more life, if you will. I like creating, & in fact, I LOVE it, being the creator, creating my own world, my own niche, as it were. That’s right, it’s mine, my own niche, truly original, & thus, I can call it all my own.

Moving on to the next reason why you should hire me, & that reason is, that writing for me, is a passion. I’ve written more-or-less all my life, beginning with a story I wrote about teachers being aliens, at the tender age of 10, which got published in a local magazine. I’ve always loved the arts as a whole; I love to paint, draw, create digital art, & of course, writing, which tops the list. I have an impressive lexicon that is so vast in my head, words come out of my ears, & if ever I find myself not knowing a certain word, or in need of knowing a certain word, or a synonym for a certain word, I simply look it up, then add it to the lexicon. In addition, I’m quite well-read, & if you peruse my various articles, you’ll find countless references to the sages of yesteryear. Nietzsche, Kierkegaard, Camus, Marcus Aurelius, & those are only the ones that popped out first. Obviously, I could list more, many more, but I think you get the point. I also know bits of several languages, as well as many of the Latin, Greek, & Germanic origins of the English language. Like I mentioned earlier, if I don’t know, I look it up, then integrate it into my word-smithery, which has built itself into an arsenal that I can utilize at will whenever I write and/or speak. This has also provided me with a strong sense of wit, a genius-level wit, as well as an originality that is all my own. Original wit, something maybe we should all strive for, yes? Not to mention, it kind of sounds like a band name for some neo-chillwave sounding musicians…lots of synth, but I digress, as always, which is par for this here course of mine. Original Wits…derp…continuing on…

Along with these reasons I detail above, I center everything, literally EVERYTHING, around TRUTH, which in this modern age, is proving difficult to find, is it not? There’s so much fakery out here in the trenches, so much un-truth, so much propaganda, such insane propaganda, which is why I am so passionately disciplined about writing ONLY truth. I pride myself on that attribute, even though “pride,” is one of the seven deadly sins. Maybe “pride” is the wrong word then, yes? I don’t want to be remembered as a prideful person; I want to be remembered as a human being that lives by truth, exposes the truth of this reality, & dies by truth, many years from now, hopefully. No one can ever take that away, but if you’re a liar, & a fraud, & that’s the legacy you leave behind, shame on you, not to mention an eternity of being known as a deceptionist. Incidentally, “deceptionist,”is not a real word, but the way I see it, if you write eloquently, & the words you use fulfill the fundamental rules of grammar, who says whether it’s a “word,” or not? Some douchebag college professor, perhaps? Fuck them, & their abidance to staying within their own self-defined boundaries, per se. Who makes up these idiotic “rules?” I’ve never been one to follow rules, particularly ones that make no sense to me, & I am more-than-brave-enough to think for myself, to make MY own rules, so that’s what I do. This applies to life, at least it does to MY life, & if you don’t like it, don’t read it, & get the fuck outta my face.

Words, are one letter away from swords, & I wield my respective swords like William Wallace at the Battle of Stirling. Oh man, what it must’ve been like to live back then. Can you imagine an army of sword-wielding Scots, charging headlong at you, shouting battle cries as they encroach on your position? To me, it’s arguably analogous to writing pure truth, while the other side comes back at you with propagandistic lies & bullshit, expecting you & your army to adhere to their position & retreat. “Stick those lies up your unrespective arses,” I proclaim, as I go charging right back at them, with the armor of truth shielding me from their nonsensical rubberized swords. Truth is indestructible; the truth is eternal, & no matter how much they swing, they always miss me. I wish I could say that for the rest of humanity, but unfortunately, most would rather comply, then to fight. If only we could ALL unite as one massive force, we could destroy their fabricated scripted narratives, their corruption, their self-entitled power positions we allow them to hold, all of it, we could take back from them in a day, if we wanted, but who is them exactly? Great question, thanks for asking. They, as it were, are these so-called “ruling elites,” that I have mentioned ad nauseam, & their deceptionary fake news apparatuses, as well as the alphabet agencies that protect them, keeping all of US divided, rather than united, to fight, & ultimately defeat them. There’s way, WAY more of us, but yet they still hold dominion over most of you, over the planet, but why? Why can’t we all unite? Why do we stay divided? Why do they gain more & more & more power & wealth at an exponential rate, while We The People, sink deeper & deeper into the swamp of impoverished sadness? For the life of me, I’ll never understand why, & since this has been happening for centuries, yes, CENTURIES, methinks the divide will keep growing, not just between US & THEM, but between US & US.

Oy vey, I could go on, & on, & on, with more reasons why YOU, yes YOU, should hire me immediately as a writer. I abide my viewers, my readers, & as I am super-savvy with SEO writing, I always offering links for those who like to swim in the deep end of the pool, because I want YOU, to learn for yourselves, & not rely entirely on yours truly, or others, to do all of the research & deep-diving for you. There’s little benefit to that notion, for you gain so much more by learning for YOU, not for me. I am here to help, to point the way, like those guys who spin arrow-signs on the side of the road, but the way I spin my sign is like no other. If you want talent, along with exceptional creativity, via a seasoned veteran of the figurative sign-spinning, what are you waiting for? Hire me. The FisH™ abides, always, dudes & dudettes, & I would love nothing more than to finally get paid for doing what I do, for holding onto my passion. I give to you, you give to me, & I can assure you, with 1000% confidence, that with the help of the right publisher, my diligent work can go viral, & manifest a win-win situation for all parties involved. I’m a spark, & you have the gasoline, so let’s combine our forces, & blow this world up with the TRUTH, the raw truth, of what the real reality of this artificially propped-up is, rather than the Clownworld ridiculousness spewed out by the mainstream fake news machine malevolently says it is. They barf it out all over the zeitgeist, to do nothing more than control you, & what you’ve been led to believe is real. None of it’s real, NONE OF IT, & damnit, I want to exist in a world based on natural order, the TRUTH, & it’s time for a Divine Great Reckoning to befall Mother Earth, before the malignant cancer becomes terminal, for all of us. Until next time dear readers, & potential future employers, remember this…there’s NO fish like this FisH™, & if you have the fishbowl, let’s make this happen. So sayeth FisH™…🎣

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

“There’s no fish, like this FisH™.” Fish F Fish🎏

Jobless

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Job-less…as in if you have a job, I have less than you, I suppose. Man, I am in quite a pickle, but, you know what mantra yours truly adopted lonnnnnng ago, & needs to resurrect, desperately, & what mantra might that be? Great question, thanks for playing. That mantra, of course, is quite simple…”fuck it.” Can’t take anything with you, can you?…sooooooo fuck it…FUCK IT. None of this, THIS, & with an italicized & respectively capitalized THIS, I mean this…life, existence, gathering resources, you can’t take anything with you when you go. The people who excel at such notions, have kids, & their kids before them had kids, & so, the dynasties grow, except in my world. The bloodline stops with me, being childless by choice, although now I realize that was a selfish choice, or was it? Do I contribute to the consumerism, or do I end it with me, & thus, this gene pool dries up & simply removes itself from the equation, is that still the move?

Sure seems like it…yep, middle-aged, no kids, no real skills, Jesus Christ, I really fucked up on this whole “life” thing, didn’t I? It’s a bit difficult when there’s zero encouragement around to help you excel at your own divinely-given natural talents. I blame myself, of course, but how can I blame ONLY myself? I can’t, YOU can’t. When people say, “You have no one to blame but yourself,” I cringe. Sure, yes, I get it, my choices, my faults, my responsibilities, it’s all on me, I GET IT for fuck’s sake, but, a big BUT, why can’t you blame other people too? I know there’s a new quote in there somewhere…I can smell it. I can’t let this quote become a literary leper, now can I? I have something, but I don’t know…let’s see here(ponders for a moment staring at the ceiling while backing away from the computer). How about this? “Blame yourself first, then blame everyone else,” something like that, how does that sound? Sit on it, so to speak, like I am, & we’ll return to it at the end. Get it? Got it? Wunderbar.

Okay, now where were we? Oh yes, jobless & soon to be homeless, “here’s the deal, not a joke. Don’t jump”(Potato Brandon voice). It’s really mind-blowing, isn’t it? Yes, quite mind-blowing, one could say, that a corrupt used-car salesman failed politician piece of shit like Joe Biden, is arguably the most powerful man in the world now. While most of us wake up wishing it was nighttime so we could go back to sleep, or maybe it’s just me, but nonetheless, while we all suffer down here, these nepotistic dynasties gain more & more & more power. Money is irrelevant to them, just ones & zeros, but power, power is something you cannot put a price tag on. Power makes the price tags, power makes the stores where various items are all tagged & sold, power makes the roads you drive on to get to the store. You can’t buy power, you have to take it, & it’s a game most of us will never play, minus the pseudo-power games we play down here in The Great Mouse Trap. Power makes the world go around, & your tiny little fractions of power, just feed into a bigger machine that combines all your little powers into a bigger power, for THEM though, not for you, of course.

Nope, this whole life game is most certainly NOT what most of you think it is. Jobs…oy vey, “You have to get a job,”…but I hear, “You have to do something you don’t like doing, something that ruins a significant portion of your creativity time, all for little pieces of paper that will be totally worthless someday, maybe someday soon. Regardless, does that sound like “life” to you? Does that sound like “living,” to you? All I want to do is write, & paint, & make music, but you can’t just do those things because you need a job, a stupid fucking job, & for what? To get paid every 2 weeks with some table scraps from King Longshanks. Dang, I just read up on the old late Longshanks. Guy has been dead for 700ish years & STILL is worth more than you and/or I? Do you have a wiki page? Do you have historical records dating back centuries, well beyond the “23 & me” data mining scheme? Do you have your papers, your pedigree papers, do you have them? No, not a birth certificate, those are strictly for the peasantry. The elites have a pedigree, that goes wayyyyyyyyy back, to Roman times & beyond for some, but for us plebs down here, nope. Just a shitty birth certificate, that certifies that YOU, & yours truly as well, are owned, are property, owned by the aforementioned elites, owned from birth, just like cattle & sheep are.

Don’t believe me, then maybe DYOR, DO YOUR OWN RESEARCH, & when you discover that everything I’m writing bait is the TRUTH, come on back so I can digitally cock-slap you again. Edward 1, King Longshanks, is STILL more powerful than you, & he’s been dead for 700 years…let that sink in, & thats’ just Eng;and. Think of these shadow dynasties, all over the world. While the plebs gradually lose more & more, the elites, & their ilk, gain more & more power. Yes, they grow, while you die, & ultimately, that’s what they want, all of us, all of YOU, myself included, they want us dead, dead & gone. Once they’re in the big club, & given the secret, & that secret just illustrates their Great Reset plan. No, it isn’t just Agenda 2030, it’s a culmination of various agendas with an end goal of a drastic depopulation event. A new Holocaust, if you will, or a Sho ‘ah maybe? Uh oh, did yours truly look up the meaning of a Jewish word & discover something? Hmmmm, turns out that the origins of the word Holocaust, are Greek, & the word wasn’t even used until the late 70s, so what’s the deal here? Something smells fishy, pun intended. What about the infamously famous “6 million Jews” who were allegedly murderered? No, I’m not saying it dan’t happen, I’m just saying something smells fishy, & I know fish, trust me on this. The word Holocaust, essentially means “burnt offering to the Gods,” so, now stick with me here, what if the Jewish Holocaust was actually a sacrifice, orchestrated by themselves somehow, to gain the power they now hold today. No one can argue that the Jews, collectively, as well as individually, excel in celebrity, in finance, in media, in power positions, more-or-less, & their building a dynastic race of sorts, the ones that will really rule the world. I don’t know.

It was this tiny fringe minority of Zionist Jews who wanted to take over the world before AI, but now, it appears that it’s a contingent of ultra-rich people, using AI, using it to help them to gain even more power, & thus, the power game these elites play has not only changed fields, the entire sport is different. Make no mistake, those fringe Zionists are still there, lurking in the shadows like parasitic cockroaches, but it’s not only them anymore. While they play their power games, these relatively tiny few, the rest of us have to do what we can do to get by. There’s plenty for everyone, there’s abundance galore. Think about how much food gets wasted & thrown away at the grocery store every night. If everyone got a food card, a bunch of that food would get consumed, but nope, then they wouldn’t get paid to send it to a food bank so the peasants can pick through the rotting food for something plausibly palatable. Always about money…money money money…this artificially propped up joke of a currency. Where’s the true currency? Where’s the real energy flow keeping the zeitgeist rolling naturally, where is it? Why was it hijacked, & who did it? How did they do it? Doesn’t matter, does it? Is any of this drivel going to change what they’ve done, and are still doing, to the global populous?

Nope, nothing I say will make a difference, & my only hope is that maybe, with the seemingly random grace of The Universe, perhaps someone will find this one day & read it, & know what was really going on in the present moment, rather than these scripted narratives via the BROADCAST “news” PROGRAMS that so many people still believe, & abide by. Abiding lies, particularly these blatant lies spewed out by the Fake News Mainstream Media, is a slow death to me. You live lies, you believe things that a aren’t real and/or true, & live accordingly, & therefore, you life is a lie. This is the proverbial YOU I’m addressing this to incidentally, not YOU you, you know what I mean? Who else do you know that can pull off the wondrous triple YOU in ONE sentence? No one, because I just made it up, but I’m sure someone else has done it, somewhere else, but I digress, now here was I? Oh yes, I was wrapping this one up before my black ass falls asleep, holy hell, how do I do this? I just start typing & then these words manifest, & you read them in my past, as I write them in my present. It’s all a bit surreal, is it not? Push the little buttons monkey, then hit this button & your little monkey drivel is published, so that other little monkeys can throw their own poop at this, but since you’re shadowbanned, no one will see this little monkey, not even the poopoo-throwers. Too bad, very sad, sad for you, little monkeys. Inside all of us, perhaps there’s a sad little monkey, but I can only speak for myself, & my own sad little monkey on my back.

On that note, you fishy little monkeys, my dear readers, the time has come once again to wrap up this article. Until next time, if you’re not pedigreed, you aren’t one of them. So sayeth FisH™…

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

If you’re not pedigreed, you’re a mutt, just like most everyone else.” Fish F Fish

“Blame yourself first, then blame everyone else.” Fish F Fish

The Fooze: S3 E17 3/17/2023 Drinking Day

What can I say, other than it’s St. Patty’s Day. What do people even celebrate on this day? Getting drunk? Seriously, it should be called “Drinking Day,” like a day to celebrate alcohol, like 4/20. Unfortunately, the only difference is that drunks suck much worse than stoners for one, & two, despite anomalies, smoking weed isn’t potentially lethal to yourself & others around you. Drunk driving, drunk fighting, drunk sex even, all destructively negative attributes of drinking booze. On the other hand, stoners don’t hurt anyone really, other than themselves. Of course, as I already mentioned, there are anomalies; I’m sure there’s been cases of “stoned driving” that led to unexpectedly negative consequences, but those cases are very few & far between. Point being, if “green” is the veneration of the celebration, I’ll take herbal relief every time over a shot of poisonous liquid courage.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a fucking prude, I’m totally down with a drink or two at dinner or something like that. Reckless drinking in a bar though, meh…hasn’t been a thing for me since college. This floating fish put in his time & then some back in college. Holy shit it’s insane when I think back on how far I used to take it when I partied. Ask anyone who knows me. I was known to dry-gulch random dipshits for my own amusement. There was always one guy at a party, always one, creeping, saying weird shit, just being a wanker in general, so whenever I was present when “that guy” was in full-form…KAPOW, down & out, then drug out of the party while everyone kicked him, even a few girls. True story. Good times. This is the funniest part though; that only happened once, one time, right at the beginning of my 7-year college career.

There were a few other fights to be sure, & I am still undefeated, but like fight fights where I had to whip someones’s ass who came at me, but that one fight, ONE FIGHT, stayed with me for 7 years…as if I did it all the time…oy vey, people are so strange, aren’t they? The way they make somethings out of nothings. I feel bad too because I fucked that guy”s face up like a savage. The first punch caught him above his left eye, the sweet spot, splitting his eye open, & dropping him to the floor. I thought he was out, but then he tried to get up like a moron, & threw a ridiculous haymaker. Derp…wrong move. Sadly for him, the booze made him so slow that he telegraphed said haymaker, & I just ducked out of the way, then threw another straight right punch, right into the bridge of his nose, which kind if exploded with an audible splatter & he was done, out, on the floor crying I think. I don’t know, but it was like this moaning, wailing sort of sound. Anyway, a few buddies & myself grabbed his dumbass, & drug him to the front door, & the trip there was no fun for him, as random kicks from guys & gals landed all over his body. Everyone was laughing & yelling at him, poor guy.

What a dick I am, but I know that already, so fuck that guy. He was being uncouth, especially to the ladies, & I’m guessing he remembers that night to this day, especially when he looks in the mirror at the scar over his eye & the new nose he had to get fixed after I broke it. Regardless, all of that was totally unnecessary, & totally fueled by booze, like gas on a bonfire. I used to be a bartender, & spent a decade & change babysitting drunks, which is another reason why one, I don’t drink to get drunk, & two, I don’t celebrate this ridiculous holiday that transformed from its original meaning into essentially, “Drinking Day.” Yep, that’s what today is, & I bet 9 out of 10 random people on the street have no clue what the original meaning of St. Patrick’s Day is. For instance, ask the next person you run into, “Who is St. Patrick?,” & see what they barf out for a wrong answer, because odds are, they won’t have a clue. It’s analogous to when you ask random people these days, “What year was the USA founded?,” or “What are the Bill of Rights?” Don’t believe me? I linked some “Man on the Street” videos from the great Mark Dice below, a whole playlist, one video after another, illustrating exactly what I just told you. “Check it out,” as he says, & click below for some real-time Idiocracy.

Well, that was fun, wasn’t it? Do you feel like you caught brain-AIDS? Yeah, I know, me too. It’s heartbreaking to see this staggering stupidity though, despite the obvious humor in it, it’s really just pathetically sad. Why? Why are Americans so God-damned dumb these days? Sheesh. Oh wait, this is the end result of public “education,” which doesn’t really educate you on anything, per se, other than how to be a good debt slave. Civics, finance, other languages, music theory, all of this is crucial in the proper education of young minds, but you only find it in the schools where the so-called elites send their kids. Oh yes, the game starts at birth, & if you’re born into the peasant class, as most of us are, you’re taught to be a slave in public school, rather than how to become your best individual self. Public education is for the hive minded; click that link & you can read more about it, because it’s time to wrap this up. Dang, I start with one thing, & finish with another, every time, never fails. I bet I go on & on, watch & see…

As I’ve said repeatedly, I just tune the dial to the best frequency, then let these fingers fly, & when it’s all done, I don’t really remember what I write, so I go back & read it when I proofread for my grammatical errors, & sometimes it’s astonishing what comes out. I can’t really explain it, it’s almost like an auto-pilot sort of feeling, surreal, but whatever this is, it’s my lone gift in this life, so I’m going to spend the rest of my days, writing every day, for an audience of ghosts, & digital readers with their little icon avatars, occasionally dropping a “like,” but for the most part, no one reads a word of this drivel I spew out. None of these writing jobs see any value in my uniquely authentic literary language, so either I suck as a writer, or they’re all scared to hire someone like me who writes about TRUTH, in a world of scripted narratives. Wait, there’s no one else like me, so I suppose I’m fucked, yes? Oh well, fuck em, not bending the knee to get a shitty paycheck for adding “wokeness” somewhere in my endless list of resumes. Nope, can’t do it, won’t do it, I guess I’ll just be a broke failure. The proverbial “starving artist,” or maybe “pseudo-artist,” because perhaps all these words I write don’t mean a fucking thing to anyone. Wunderbar…(fart noise)

Ugh, what a mood. Just an overall feeling of being COMPLETELY fed up with Clownworld life. Can one of you donate $10k so I can go to Costa Rica before I drive my beater of a Beamer right off the next cliff I come across? Gah, it’s so fucking frustrating, when you have the self-realization that you’re worth more, but humbly you simultaneously realize you’re a total dumbass. What do I know besides this? Oh wait, I know how to grow good weed, does that count for anything? Nope? Nope they say, it’s another relatively useless “skill” I can add to my post-it note of attributes. Oh no, I have the “drunken blues” it seems, even though I don’t drink, haven’t drank in forever, & certainly NOT drinking for this stupid “holiday,” if you wanna call it that. Just another excuse for Americans to burn more brain cells. Drink up though, ya plebs. “Bread & circuses,” been a great tactic for 2000 years, give or take a century, so why stop now?

I don’t know, I don’t know anything anymore, but speaking of “stopping now,” that’s what I’m about to do, because this ouroborosian essay has found its own tail, & is eager to eat it so I can shut the fuck up already. Nonetheless, have a fun time getting drunk, puking on your drunk girlfriend, right before she pukes on you, then waking up tomorrow feeling like hell, with puke all over yourselves. Yay, fun fun fun. The difference in mentality between you’re 25 year-old self & your middle-aged self is night & day. I used to live to party, like literally, with ZERO inclinations toward a future for myself, a family maybe, a nest egg, but nope, it was ALL about the party, as if it would never end. Such a fucking delusional idiot I was, & still am, & I can’t change, because this is who I am apparently. Of course the party is done for me, & I’m well-aware, but everyone else who lived like me is dead. EVERYONE, & that’s not an exaggeration, they’re ALL dead, & it’s just me left. Like a battle, where all your friends died fighting, except they were only fighting themselves, & they lost. Meanwhile, me, myself, & I am the only soldier left standing, wondering why I’m still here, & where my old friends are now. Wow, such surreality, only me, only one left. Why?

Great question, thanks for playing. I wish I had an answer; selfishly I wish I had the answer for myself, not for anyone else. I’m fresh out of friends, haven’t seen my family in like 6 years, something like that, got massacred in the crypto crash which took everything I had, EVERYTHING, they took it all out of my diamond hands like they were made of rice paper. Stone sober the whole time; I spent years after getting clean building my stacks, then making amazing trades that got me well into 6-figures before POOF, a financial train wreck into a multi-car pileup, & I was smack in the middle, so I lost everything. EVERY FUCKING THING, gah. It’s been months & I can’t shake it. Maybe I need a drink, or a lobotomy, fuckin hell, I just wish I could shake it off already. Maybe I can’t, because this is not the first time I got hosed for all of my stacks. It’s happened like 4, maybe 5 times now, & I can’t understand why. WHY????? WHY YOU FUCKER IN THE SKY IF YOU’RE EVEN UP THERE, WHY??? Fuck, it’s like I’m cursed or something…maybe I am, who knows?

Hard to say what’s even real anymore here in this backwards-ass upside-down timeline. The Great Recycler, The Great Mouse Trap, The Capstone Club, just what the fuck is going on in this world? Is ANYTHING real? It sure doesn’t seem to be, & most of the population would rather get drunk on the poison their overlords offer them on street corners across this once great nation, now the USSA, The United Socialist States of America. I just coined that, don’t steal it. Actually, you can take it, I really don’t care, because it doesn’t matter, nor does anything else for those of us down here in these trenches. Nope, 99% of you, of us, are stuck in The Great Mouse Trap, & all the booze in the world won’t get you through the exit door. Regardless, drink on up Americans, & eradicate those synapses in that wet noodle atop your neck. Obviously, as always, this applies to all of you, & none of you at all. Speaking of that Nietzschian paraphrase I use, “for all of you, & for none of you at all,” what do you think the late Friedrich would think of this maddening pseudo-reality they’ve manufactured for all of you?

He’d laugh, because he predicted this. It’s truly amazing, if you have ever read his work, how accurate he was about societal degeneration. I mean look around, Idiocracy has become reality, & that was not supposed to happen, but it did, & now, we’re all stuck in it. Too bad the overall global complacency is unprecedented in scale, as it’s equally amazing how utterly uninformed most people are. Doesn’t matter though, it’s party time, shots for everyone at the bar, on me. Try the 3-headed cow, it’s delightful. I created it for idiots who act like idiots when they try to order “the bartender’s favorite shot.” Oh my, bartenders just love when they hear, “Make me your favorite shot,” & when I would hear that, I had a special shot I’d whip up especially for the aforementioned idiots. Want to know the ingredients? Here we go; the infamous 3-Headed Cow: tequila, scotch, vodka, rum, lemon juice, milk, shake all the ingredients with ice, strain into a sugar-rimmed shot glass, then hail to the sacred cow. Down the hatch, & good luck if you ever drink more than one of these God-awful shots. Ugh, are you kidding me, who would drink that?

They did though, many times, many times saying they wanted another. That’s drunks for you, & the bartenders of America are balls-deep in the weeds right now, feeding you drunk fuckers into respective states of unpredictably dangerous intoxication. Isn’t it odd that during that time when we allegedly had no toilet paper, & a bunch of of other stuff was “temporally unavailable,” yet there was more than enough booze & cigs for everyone, isn’t that weird? Nope, nothing weird going on in America, nothing to see plebs, slam those beers & shots, because today is “Drinking Day, ” the one day of the year to celebrate all of the comedy & tragedy that alcohol has brought to the masses, arguably more of the latter, but who cares?…I’m done with the digressional tangent talk, & done with this article that maybe 10 people will actually read, if I’m lucky. Check out these stats…I’d be embarrassed, if I cared, but “caring” about anything anymore is no longer something I concern myself with. When you have nothing left to lose, literally NOTHING, then nothing matters anymore, right? So what’s left to “care” about?

Okay, this has turned into a 5-page essay for fuck’s sake, yikes. You’d think one of these companies I apply to would appreciate what I do exclusively for this unwavering daily discipline I possess, but apparently they don’t, for reasons unknown. Most likely, it’s my content, & they’re scared to hire a wide-open thought criminal dissident. Also, I’m an un-jabbed straight white male, so right out of the gate, I’m 3-strikes out. Drats. Fuck it. Until next time, dear readers, write until you reach the end of the marathon, no matter how far you have to run. So sayeth FisH™…🎣

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

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Click HERE to donate & help feed the fish. My black ass is broke, almost dead, bloated, & floating in this wastewater world. Thanks, even though I’m confident I won’t even get a penny from my digital begging for shekels. Fuck it. Cheers…🎣

“Write until the race has been won, no matter how far you have to run.” ~Fish F Fish🎏

The Fooze: S2 E20 2/20/2023 The Quiet Coup

Happy President’s Day, a national federal holiday where the obvious move is for the current President to stay local, yes, IN HIS OWN COUNTRY, yes, at least you’d think so, right? Oh wait, what’s this?…

Let’s Go Brandon…impeccable timing on the part of your handlers ya perverted kid-sniffing socially-syphilitic pseudo-president. Notice how the guy who’s actually supposed to be the President, OrangeManBad Donald Trump, is HERE, in HIS OWN COUNTRY, on the way to Ohio, to where the American Chernobyl allegedly just occurred, where Biden & his cronies have NOT been, nor will go, because why? THEY HATE AMERICANS, ALL AMERICANS, & it doesn’t matter what race you are, they just use the media to continuously throw gallons of diversity gas on the racism-bonfire to keep said Americans divided, ultimately to conquer. That’s why I use the prefix, “pseudo,” …do you know what that means? It means “FAKE,” because Joe Blow Biden is FAKE, NOT the “81-million-record-votes” president of anything, much less a country. He’s the figurehead of the shadowy cabal who essentially mastermind a silent coup, executed it, then somehow pulled it off, & all under the guise of a “stolen” election, the stolen 2020 election, everyone knows it was stolen, but it’s going to fly, STILL, as of now anyway, & I argue it was worse, MUCH worse. IT WAS A COUP, not a stolen election. That’s right, a coup, a silent coup, non-violent, they even turned the aspect of “coup-violence” BACK, back on Trump supporters. with the January 6th fiasco, which I’ll have to get into another time. Regardless, how Trump let them do that, & eventually do all of this, this controlled demolition of the USA, just puzzles the bejesus out of me. How could he NOT know they’d try to steal it? How could he NOT anticipate their moves? I don’t get it, & I can’t NOT wonder where his allegiance truly lies, know what I mean?…but I digress, where were we, oh yes, FAKE, “pseudo” just means fake, like the fake narratives being barfed out by the pukeworthy MSM Fake News, mis/dis-informing the masses with scripts, & actors, & orchestrated drama, at levels unprecedented. Look at these headlines, LOOK AT THEM, ON PRESIDENT’S DAY, PRESIDENT JOE BIDEN, IN ANOTHER COUNTRY, COULD GIVE A LONE FUCK ABOUT AMERICA. AM I HALLUCINATING? Nope, I told you, these people HATE, HATE HATE HATE this country, & are hell-bent on burning it all down to the ground, & most of you with it, unfortunately, as they would surely, & sinisterly simply, destroy it all, rather than give up their power. (double adverb alert)

Joe Biden Makes Surprise Visit to Ukraine

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Still think I’m just one of those “Crazy Conspiracy Theorists?’…ugh, that notion is SO played out, seriously, the cultural Katamarian snowball, that seemingly picks up EVERYTHING it rolls over, dropped that CCT tin foil hat when all the alleged “conspiracy theories” started coming true, one after another. People like Alex Jones, who got raped in every way possible other than physically by the digital cancel council, now can factually assert, with solid evidence, that almost everything he said, is TRUE, with like a 93%-98% accuracy rate. Especially when you see some liberal toilet paper like Politifag, whoops, I meant Politicrap, oh drats, POLITIFACT, sorry about that, so when you see something like this, which if you look below, notice it popped up first, top of the list, when I typed in “Alex Jones accuracy rate,” but when you click on the site, this REEEEEE-diculous fucking graph, looks like it could have been made by a 2nd grader on his dad’s Photoshop, that’s not hyperbolic either, LOOK, look for yourselves. Then of course, he scores 50% “false,” with a whole 3 “checks,” what are the “checks?” Other 50%, goes to “Pants on Fire,” now keep in mind this was NUMBER ONE on the search result, as you can see, NUMBER ONE, numero UNO. This was written, well, all 2 sentences there in the little pseudo-bio under that intentionally disheveled picture of Alex himself, then the labels for the “truth thermometers,” I guess you could call them that, just say the graphics, the banner, the heading, all that, & about ohhhh…7 minutes of work later, that’s all it would take for me to copy this page exactly how it is. This is “Politifact” though, a noted left-leaning publisher, although they proclaim unbiased journalism…(Honk Noise), you’d think they’d be more “professional,” yes?…but no, no no no, look at this silly shit, PAID publications by vapid rainbow-haired gamma goblin children.

AN “ADULT,” A “WORKING WRITER,” GOT PAID, PAID AS A PAID WORKING WRITER, TO PUT THIS DUMBASS ARTICLE TOGETHER, WITH THESE STUPID FUCKING GENERIC GRAPHICS, THE ATROCIOUSLY ELEMENTARY-LEVEL WORDS , THE ENTIRE PUKEWORTHY THEME, ARE YOU SERIOUS WITH THIS CLOWNWORLD NONSENSE? ARE YOU SERIOUS??? THIS, THIS RIDICULOUSNESS, IS BRAIN AIDS ARROWS, BEING SHOT OFF DAILY AT THE ZEITGEIST, BUT THE ARROWS JUST BREAK, BECAUSE NO ONE CARES ABOUT CRAP ARTICLES LIKE THIS, BUT THEY DON’T STOP, & SOMEHOW, SOMEHOW, IT’S STILL NUMBER ONE, POLITIFAG, POLITICRAP, POLITIFACT, STILL NUMBER ONE, WHY? HOW? WHO? HONK HONK HONK

Yikes, I didn’t mean to yell back there, but for fuck’s sake, as a writer, & as an exceptionally dank wordsmith like me, it’s just bloody revolting that some silly little beta twerp clown-twat is employed, & getting PAID, as a “writer,” to make a post like that, with a company like “Politifact,” nonetheless. “Number one,” dondadaddonnnn…ummm…no…how about NO? Damnit I said, “NO…NO NO NO.” You’re NO writer, you’re no anything, & I am SICK & TIRED of nonsense like this, so I am just proclaiming a strongly-defiant NO, NO I do not accept Clownworld, or the lunatics on the left, or the fake news, or the overt government corruption, or the manipulated markets, the manipulated money for that matter, the hijacking of the currency, all of it…NO NO NO NO NOOOOOOOOOO. I’m done “accepting” any of this, as if it’s “just the way it is,” because you know what? This is NOT the way it “is,” and/or NOT the way it should be, it’s what your s-elected leaders tell you it is, & since you’re all stuck in The Great Mouse Trap, you accept it & abide, as you know no other reality, at least that’s what they’ve programmed you to think. Like a real-time Plato’s Cave, & the cave is WAYYYYYY full, overflowingly filled to the rim, the rim of the bowl, like a giant toilet full of shadow-worshiping echo-venerating turds, circling round & round, as the spiral goes down, just endlessly shitting out buzzwords from their flappy asshole-mouths, programmed poo-people, circling down the dirty drain, & trying to pull the rest of humanity down that destinial drain with them. It’s so bizarre, so surreally bizarre, isn’t it? (Fart Noise)

GAH, how is this even real life? Good question, thanks for playing. I don’t know, I wish I had a definitive answer, because I’d surely illustrate it for you, dear readers. Right now though, I’m gonna wrap this one up. I said it would be a cray-cray week in the last post, & today being a national federal holiday, makes the official “start” of the week a bit hazy, not to mention those new moon energies, quietly blanketing the relative lunacy of the global population. I’ll have to do another post about “lunar waves” sometime; it’s a fun rabbit hole to hippity-hop down into. Until next time, dear reader, have a dandy of a President’s Day, keeping in mind the current one, Old Pedo Joe, is not supposed to be there, or in Ukraine, or anywhere other than maybe playing BINGO at a nursing home. Just a stooge puppet, riddled with dementia, the figure head of the rogue regime that stole an election, & in turn, stole our country, only to burn it to the ground, lately literally. More to come, stay tuned, & stay mindful this week, one never knows when yet ANOTHER scripted narrative might pimple-pop up, pop, pop, pop til ya drop. Speaking of which, what the heck with this headline? & where’s the Secret Service? They’re in a supposed “HOT-WAR ZONE, are they not? What am I missing here? Poor maid.

Just more scripted narratives, & if I might be so bold, I’m not 100% convinced there’s a hot war going on over there at all. I’m sure there is, but a “hot war,” being broadcast like a reality show, with writers, & producers, & scripts, & especially ACTORS, something just doesn’t sit right with this “War in Ukraine,” does it? Ugh, why can’t they just tell the damn truth? THE TRUTH, why, WHY, why can’t we all just tell the fucking truth? This 3d paradigm, this Great Mouse Trap, left turn, right turn, left, right, follow the money, follow the cheese, chase that cheese little mouse, while we watch & laugh, writing more & more narratives, more scripts for the mice to follow, to become bedazzled by, bending their will to these globalist actors. All that being said, do they not confuse you enough? When does the novelty finally fly away? Come on now, YOU’RE NOT MICE, but you’re trapped, & the time must come, & WILL come, when you either set yourself free, or submit.

For all of you, & for none of you at all.

“Seek the truth, find the truth, tell the truth, be the truth.” ~Fish F Fish

The Fooze: S2 E15 2/15/2023 Pyramid of Power

I know, I know…been meaning to write about the greatest hustle arguably of all time, the ruse that robbed me of everything I’ve ever worked for. Yep, all gone, thanks a lot Sam Bankman-Fried you chubby little elitist fuck. If we ever cross paths, run, run as fast as your fat ass can shuffle in the other direction. I want you to run, so I can open-field tackle your blobulous body, then wail on you like the kid in A Christmas Story. Not to hurt you physically of course, no no I’d never actually hurt you, just slap the shit out of you, over & over again for robbing so many would-be investors. BILLIONS stolen, BILLIONS of dollars, with a YUGE “B,” & this guy is STILL living it up like a rock star, relative to the plebs he robbed, this scandalous punk. His goofy girlfriend too, & their nerdy little friends at the poser bong-party with the Omega-Mus at Tri-Lambda house & an AI maid robot named Reggie. Look at this screenshot I took from an article just published.👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻

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“House arrest,” I bet that’s really rough in his parents mansion, derp. If it were you or I, do you think we would get such luxuries? Oh wait, we’d never be able to swing that $250 million dollar bond, so who cares? No, we’d be in the stank, the deep stank, with the rest of the felonious convicts. Unfortunately, we live in a 2-tiered system, 2-tiered in every way imaginable, 2 totally different worlds, literally. In this case, obviously, it’s the “justice” system…(Fart Noise). That’s what I think of their idea of “justice” these days. Liberal judges cleverly installed all over the country to enforce the separation too. Not just judges, prosecutors, attorneys, & oh yeah, EVERY ALPHABET AGENCY THERE IS. All the way up to the Presidency, if you wanna split some hog hairs about how deeply this cancerous corruption has infected the body of humanity. Yeah, perfectly analogous to cancer, & we’re at stage-4 methinks with this nonsense. How do you fuckers get up every day, knowing you’re going to be evil, then just make a coffee & off to your “intelligence” jobs. Oh sorry, I meant “weaponized” intelligence jobs, my mistake.

Yep, got the keys to the culture-castle, the backdoor to the backrooms of the zeitgeist, total access to all the data you want, on anyone & everyone & everything, all at the touch of a button, & now with the help of AI, I can see how they would take that kind of power & run with it. If you know things that 99.99% of the population does NOT know, you can make moves that are the equivalent of playing chess at a 10 to 1 move rate. As in, one player makes 10 straight moves, then the opponent gets one, then player one gets another 10 moves, see what I mean? It’s a RIGGED GAME, THEIR game, but they use all of you as the pawns. TWO-tiers, I told you, all around, they’ve split the zeitgeist essentially, well, that’s impossible, but they ACT as though it’s split, feeding all of you the illusion of “freedom,” pfttt, via long-game programming, & most of you get programmed, it’s that simple. This elitist cancer has infected mass media the most, as that is where the real power exists, controlling the information, CREATING NARRATIVES, as I’ve said countless times, so imagine this; imagine having access to ALL of the data on the Internet, as well as control of the mass media, along with badges & guns of course, hence the weaponization, imagine ALL of that combined into the pernicious palms of a small few. That’s an INCREDIBLE amount of power to wield, is it not?

God damn right it is, it’s downright terrifying, because how can one proclaim their own Divine sovereignty with that kind of shadow always lurking overhead? This is a tiny few, mind you, relatively speaking anyway, but they compartmentalize downward, like a layered pyramid; however, no one ever mentions the tippy-TIPPY top of the pyramid, the “capstone,” & I think of the Great Pyramids of Egypt as an analogy, if the alleged speculation about them is true of course. What speculation? Great question, thanks for playing. Said “speculation,” is that the Pyramids of Giza had said capstone, made of gold. Have you ever been to the Giza Pyramids? I don’t know how the hell they would a capstone made of solid gold on top of those, seriously, it’s a sight to behold in person, the sheer size, then to think of a golden capstone on the top, wow. I think they used sound frequencies to build them, with “technology” we have no real clue about yet, not publicly anyway, but I digress. Do you see the analogy, though? The power-pyramid among the elites has a “capstone” too, if you will, & it’s these people at the top who have access to all three Zeldian power segments to complete their triangle of power. Control the mass media, in all aspects, check; have access to ALL data on the interwebs, with AI assistance, check; use “legal authority” to arm themselves with badges & guns, now weaponized, to enforce their agenda & remove anyone who doesn’t comply, check. Check, check, check, & if you have all 3 checks, you’re in, you’re in the capstone, the capstone at the top of the top of the proverbial Great Pyramid of Power. Again, it’s quite disconcerting to know that I’m not writing fucking fiction here, is it not?

Yep, & like I said, THEIR game is a game we plebs will never play, so they keep everyone else in The Great Mouse Trap, while they make their capstone glow brighter & brighter, maybe something to do with Lucifer’s light, I don’t know. Like I’ve reiterated ad nauseam, I DO NOT BELIEVE IN THAT WEIRD SHIT, but apparently, THEY DO. I don’t know, I don’t get it, it’s bizarre dark arts insanity to me. Again though, THEY DO, yes it’s fucking bizarre as fuck, but it’s real to them. Moving on…

This is all stretchy speculation, keep in mind, because I do not have access to any of the esoteric knowledge within that capstone-club atop the pyramid. I wish I did, I hate not knowing things, it gives me a shitty anxiety to know that their game even exists. Maybe I’m just pissed that I’ll never be able to play, & I can’t admit it to myself? Nah, that’s ridiculous, because one, I’m not a soulless vampire that gets off on proverbially feeding from human energy, & two, I’m not into the satanic shit, not at all. The dark arts are revolting to me, & although I’m not religious at all, I think that these fools who “worship” an avatar like “satan,” or “Lucifer,” either/or, they also venerate what those entities represent, which is ultimately destruction. Hate, wrath, rage, darkness, the shadow, THAT is what these people apply their individual energies to. It’s super-bizarre, but to them, very real. Weird, right?

Well, that was fun, wasn’t it? When I started this article, today’s Foozer, I had no idea what would come out. Just turned on the receiver, turned the dial to the right, then back to the left a bit, then slightly right again, & ditdit-ditdit-dit-dit-dit, the fingers fly, & creation happens. It’s SO important to be a creator. Every thing you create, is another light on the Great Tree. While these Luciferian satan-worshipping foot soldiers from the hell of Hades embark on a life-quest fueled by endless destruction, we creators must keep creating, creating creative creations, making lights, more lights, MORE LIGHTS, to light up the darkness. The way to be free is to create, the way to enslave yourself, is to be a destroyer, a killer, the antithesis of the magic makers. Don’t be a broken light bulb murderer, be a moonlight marquee, lighting up the street. Until next time, dear readers, create light in darkness, for there can be no darkness in your neon light. So sayeth FisH ™

For all of you, & for none of you at all.

“Create a neon light, not a shadow in the night.” ~Fish F Fish🎏

“Be the moonlight marquee, lighting up the street.” ~Fish F Fish🎏

The Fooze: S2 E14 2/14/2023 Valentine’s Day Madness

Jesus, what the heck is going on in this country? Not one, not two, but THREE, yes THREE separate train-derailments, UFO insanity going on, a mass shooter at MSU, all in one day yesterday. Why though, coincidence? Hmmm, maybe, maybe to cover the fact that President Braindead ordered the Nordstream pipeline to be bombed? Or…perhaps it’s the revelations imminent from Jeffrey Epstein’s client list? The powers-that-be need distractions, & as if on queue, we got several of them. Oh, I forgot to mention the chemical spill from the train-derailment in Ohio. Yeah, that chemical spill is killing animals on contract, & causing acid rain, so they could be trying to deflect from that as well. Who knows? I don’t, I just watch the narratives play out like the rest of you, then try to pick the haystack truth out of said narratives.

At this rate, what is the rest of the week going to be bring? Good question, thanks for asking. I wish I knew, because if I did, I’d be spilling those beans all over the counter, the floor, the fridge, maybe even the couch. If I had to speculate, I’d guess…ohhhhh, maybe another “random shooting,” maybe another chemical spill, either more repeats from the same playbook they always use, or…they’re going to try something new, something out of left field, something that no one seems coming, even yours truly, the great Fishtradamus. I study the zeitgeist, trying to learn its habits, but it’s tricky, so it’s all probability really. How valuable is it to keep people distracted from our own government bombing a pipeline to start another world war? Quite valuable, yes? They’re desperate, desperate to keep this nasty little secret under the radar. They can’t though, at least I don’t believe they can, so expect the stench of their own perilous desperation to be covering whatever narrative they throw out next, as they kick that rusty little can another few feet down a dusty road.

It’s gonna be a long road to 2024, THAT I can almost assure you with 110% accuracy. The power game amongst the elites is unprecedented, so much power, & that’s their game, THEIR game. Meanwhile, they throw out these narratives via their mass media foot soldiers, so WE keep playing OUR game, which amounts to a labyrinthian mouse trap, with money as the stinky cheese bait to keep you running around in the maze. Annnnnnnnnnnnd…most of you do. Most of you aren’t aware that you’re in said “mouse trap,” so how would you get out if you don’t even know you’re trapped? Simple answer: most don’t unfortunately. Round & round, one day you’re young, next day you’re old, still trapped though, & then one day you die. When you die, you unknowingly “go into the light,” as you’ve always been told, & what happens? The Great Recycler wipes your mind, then sends you back to run around the maze yet again. Maybe that’s the ONLY test in life? To get OUT of the trap, is that the lone answer to the meaning of life? Could that be the point of all this, whatever THIS is we are all stuck in together apparently?

Maybe so, maybe no, I don’t know, fo sho. I know I am personally going to NOT go into the “light.” No, no I think I’ll just observe the light, maybe let you go first kind of thing, so I can see what happens to YOU, when YOU go into the light. I’m just gonna chill by the front door of the club, thanks, see who goes in, comes out, that seems more rational than blindly walking into a blinding light, right? I suppose I won’t know until I get there, if there is even there, know what I mean? I don’t even know what I mean sometimes, but I try to understand whatever comes out when I channel these articles. Where does it come from, I don’t know. Why are we here? I don’t know. Why are there “leaders” playing power games at the behest of billions of human souls? I don’t know. Unfortunately, my Nostradamian powers are limited here in the 3d Earth plane. Why? Again, I don’t know that one either, but I suspect humans have many more “abilities” than we’re aware of. Through the programming, the poisoned food, the water, the fluoride, etc…they’ve taken away our Divine gifts, leaving only scraps of Divinity here & there, like little buried trinkets of treasure. This is my treasure, my writing, only treasure I’ve ever found that’s worth anything, to me at least, maybe none of you give a flying fart, but this writing thing is all I’ve got, my only discovered treasure. What’s your treasure? Have you dug around enough to find out what YOUR treasure is? Call me when you do, we’ll chat…

For now though, it’s time to go. Until next time Fishheads, stop, just stop, stop & take a moment, take a momentous moment to realize this unfortunate fact, that you’re trapped, like a rat, but all the while, the exit door is there. There’s numerous exits in fact, all lit up in the backrooms of the mouse trap. You simply have to walk through the door, & you’re free. So sayeth FisH™

For all of you, & for none of you at all.

Oh, & Happy Valentine’s Day dear reader.

Distractions Galore

What the heck is going on with this train-derailment, chemical spill, animals dropping dead on contact allegedly(more on that coming), & now this. Look at this, that doesn’t look good, does it? But…wouldn’t people be showing up to emergency rooms with “acid rain” burns on their skin? Surely, there were some people who got rained on, right?…& don’t call me Shirley. I’m not believing everything, if I’m still awaiting to see ample proof of anything. Lots of reports, lots of narratives, from many different directions. UFOs being shot down possibly, which they aren’t, but that’s one of the narratives. HAARP might have been sued to cause the earthquake in Turkey, probably didn’t, but that’s another narrative. Oh wait, what’s this?

LIVE REAL-TIME BREAKING NEWS…ditditditdit-ditditditdit.

Jesus THREE 3 train-derailements in ONE day. What daft is happening out in Clownworld? Geez. Now there’s ANOTHER report of a mass shooting on the campus on MSU. Read the headline below…I was listening to this LIVE on a police scanner. It was INSANE. MORE breaking news, gahhhh, it’s too much…glitch, glitch…alert alert…

My oh my, distractions abounding, why though? What could your so-called “overlords” be distracting you all from? Wouldn’t;t have anything to do with the release of Jeffrey Epstein’s client list, now would it? I guess we’ll see. Apologies for abruptly stopping short on this article. Can’t keep up, unless I start writing shorter articles, rather than my usual diatribal rants. Until next time dear reader, watch out for distractions, distracting you from the truth. So sayeth FisH™

For all of you, & for none of you at all.

Manic Monday

“Ohhhh oooo-ohhhh, wish it was Sunday, cause that’s my fun day, my I don’t-have-to-run day,” blah blah blababa bah Mondays. Susanna Hoffs was a gem, gorgeously stunning, still is for her age, but those lyrics, my God, how corny, right? Yet, everyone knows this song, & I woke up with “Manic Monday” as an earworm, today’s earworm apparently, the first of several. Isn’t it kind of odd how songs get stuck in your head? They get stuck wayyyyyy down in there, then pop back out at random times as an earworm, almost as if they’re alive. Kind of spooky, right? Especially, when it’s a song and/or songs from artists you can’t stand, & you’ve never willingly listened to any of their aural garbage, but somehow, they still get stuck, & you even know the lyrics. How does that happen? Of course, I have a theory.

Oh yes indeed, I have a theory alright, & my theory is this: They proverbial powers-that-be, are well-aware of certain notes, rhythms, patterns, etc., that can be metronomically manipulated to “stick” in your heads. Case in point, Taylor Swift, can’t stand her, or her crappy pseudo-music, have never listened to ANY of her songs willingly, I just hear the when I hear them in out in public or whatever. Somehow though, SOMEHOW, I know several of her songs, front to back, now how the fuck is that possible? Sure, one could argue that it’s the culmination of hearing her drivel randomly enough times to where I memorized her songs, or…my theory is correct. These UN-artists are just part of a machine. A machine that utilizes secret sound technology to get these songs into people’s heads so that they will eventually buy these manufactured productions they put together. Obviously, the trick only works on the weak-minded, but still, STILL, this music gets earowrmed into my brain, despite my detestments toward said “music.” Could my theory be true?

Fuck if I know, it’s only a notion, & I’m too musically retarded to understand music theory, but if I did, I wonder if I’d be able to make some kind of mathematical equation, apply it to music I’m creating on whatever given instrument I might be playing, & test out my theory by studying the geometric patterns that manifest from the music I make. Oh wait, you didn’t know? You didn’t know that music makes geometric shapes? Well then, I shall have to show you some time. Different frequencies make different geometric patterns, so when you’re hearing music, the music itself is generating these patterns, & your brain is taking those sacred geometric patterns, & translating them into sounds that you can interpret. This knowledge has been known for a long time, & music theory, in itself, is quite fascinating. Music is math, math is music, Finkle is Einhorn, Einhorn is Finkle. Now, assume that music producers are aware of this, & have been for a LONNNNNG time, so long in fact, they can manipulate it so that even if it’s music you don’t like, it STILL gets into your brain. Spooky, right?

Oh geez, I started this early this morning, then had something come up, so I got to finish this & get something new out for you, dear reader. Until next time, enjoy the music. So sayeth FisH™

For all of you, & for none of you at all.

The Fooze: S2 E8 2/8/2023 The REAL State of the Union

“Hang in there, it’ll be over soon.” If only that were true, but at this rate, I’ll be shockingly surprised if this country even makes it to the next election. The real “state of the union” is DIRE, arguably as dire as it’s ever been, despite the lies spewed by this dementia-riddled old man at the SOTU speech. Oh, & let’s not forget the canned applause…duh…HALF the room wasn’t even standing, but from the decibel level of the fake applause, you’d think President Braindead scored a touchdown. Look what they’ve done, look what these idiots on the left have done in 2 years: inflation from 1.3ish% to 6.4ish%, gas nearly tripled, eggs doing double-digits for a dozen, our military is woke & weak, supply chain breakdowns, everyone is either gay or a homophobe, Covaids jabs are killing people, it’s all white peoples’ fault, I can go on, & on, & on, & on, & on, & on, & on listing the different ways these communist globalist douchebags are intentionally & systematically destroying this country. I’m about to tell you the REAL State of this alleged “Union ,”we’re all stuck in together. I don’t know about you, but I’m not seeing much “unity” going on, unless you count tribal unity, then there’s all kinds of unity going on, unless…

Unless you’re black in Chicago, then you might get shot, odds are by another black person, most likely a black man. Black on black crime there EVERY SINGLE DAY in Chi-raq, murder capital of America, but did President Braindead mention any of that? Nope, none of these political hacks ever do, & it continues, daily, all day every day, more & more MURDERS, black men shooting up other black men, & where’s BLM?…(crickets)…where are your s-elceted “leaders?”…(crickets)…but if a white guy like me even dares to utter any of this publicly…”REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, SHUT YOUR MOUTH YOU WHITE MALE BIGOT RACIST BLACKOPHOBE!! REEEEEEEEEEEEEE, REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE,(Honk Noise) REEEEEEEEEEEEE. Oy vey it’s just so PLAYED OUT at this point, fuckin hell. Seriously, is it me, or are any of you absolutely sick & tired of all this narrative-driven race-baiting, coddling to “marginalized” groups, has it run its course & then some with you as well? GAHHHHHHHHHHHH, it hurts my head, Clownworld hurts my head, but on the inside where I can’t out an ice-pack on it. It’s just so UN-natural, it’s sucking the life out of a world with so much potential, & I just don’t get it.

Why? Who are these politicians, these “presidents” & “senators,” who the fuck put them in charge? They claim YOU did, so did you? Wasn’t me, I don’t vote, since voting means nothing anyway since they pick the winners prior. Just another part of the theatre, same as the lottery, all the winners are pre-selected, which is why I say they’re “s-elected,” not elected. Get it? Good. Moving on…they broadcast “Voting Day,” & make a big flashy spectacle of it, then they proclaim, “CHEATING” after the pseudo-election is over, & the drama goes on, & on, blah blah blah. Meanwhile, while you’re cluelessly distracted watching bullshit vote counts on a bullshit fake news alphabet media outlet, or some kind of superball game, or another fake reality show, or something gay & black on Netflix, the powers that be tighten that proverbial vise just a little bit more. They have to tighten it while you’re distracted, & since most of you are, all the time, the vise’s grip is always tightening, slowly, but all the time, tighter & tighter until one of these days soon, SPLAT SPLAT, the noise of your eyeballs popping out of your head. This is all figurative, incidentally. No one’s eyeballs are gonna pop out of their head like Billy McCarthy. Link below if you don’t know.

https://theirishmob.com/billy-mccarthy-jimmy-miraglia-murders/

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Armed Americans are the only thing left really stopping these elitist political pigs from commencing full-speed ahead with their agenda, as far as I can see. Most of said pigs are in China’s pocket, so I’m sure this shadowy coup, via an obviously stolen election, is part of the Chinese long game to ruin this once great nation from the inside out. Where do you think all the fetty comes from? “Fetty,” is one of the street words for fentanyl, & it’s made in China, just like seemingly everything else here. Only this particular “made in China” product kills people. It’s everywhere too, for cheap, isn’t that weird? Almost as if that too, is INTENTIONALLY being unleashed on the American public. Why though? Who benefits here? Covaids, fentanyl, “spy balloons,” all from China, but these feckless “leaders” do nothing? Not hard to speculate that China essentially owns this country now for the most part. Only us armed Americans stand in the way now, so what comes next?

Hot war maybe? Hmmm, that’s a tough one. If we go “hot war,” with ANY country, it’s not going to end well for all involved. The world will become a real-life version of the game Fallout, & the only survivors will be the lucky ones who get to the underground bunkers. Yep, a bunker and/or a cave is the only way to live through the nuke strikes if they come, & surely nuclear weapons would be utilized, which could potentially annihilate millions, if not BILLIONS, of us, we “collateral damage” civilians. Yeah, we don’t count, & as a matter of fact, nuclear war would be GOOD, not for us obviously, but from their distortedly askew point-of-view, it would be great. If billions of people die, that solves their “over-population” problem, as written on the Georgia Guidestones. “Maintain a world population of roughly 500 million,” paraphrased, but that’s almost verbatim what it used to read before “someone” blew them up, which leaves ohhhhhh…7 BILLION of us gone. No suspects that I know of yet by the way in the bombing of the Georgia Guidestones, kind of odd for a bombing, wouldn’t you agree? Regardless, point being, I didn’t get a pass, nor did anyone I know get a pass, did you? I’d wager that like me, you did NOT get your golden ticket out of the next great holocaust, & when the nukes go off, also like me, you’re fucked.

Okay, back to this stupid speech. Apparently Potato Joe was “screaming” at other world leaders tonight during his bullshit speech, which I’m hopefully going to get to shortly if I can quit ram, ram, rambling, like I tend to do. I enjoy illustrating my point, to get it across to you, dear reader. Uniquely illustrative illustrations, pleasant-to-the-ear, even when I use all caps to emphasize something, but I do not yell. You know who DOES yell to get their point across, & yells often, which coincidentally is also a sign of dementia, when the yelling is in conjunction with gibberish, but I digress. Continuing, so as much as I hate this word, & the use of it, I have no other word to describe Old Joe’s screamy behavior, which is that of a “bully,” yes, a bully. Gah, that word is atrocious. As a master of wordsmithery, I despise that ridiculous word, & all that the use of it entails, because like many words these days, it’s been taken by leftist lunatics & used as a word-weapon in the culture war. “Don’t be a bully, don’t be a bully,” …how about shut up & stop whining about someone “bullying” you ya wimp. If that’s the case, grab a baseball bat, & crack their knee caps with it, then no more bully. Easy, isn’t it? Old school solution, & it worked back then. Where is the appropriate parenting today to teach kids how to stand up for themselves?

Anyway, when Old Pedo Joe was Young Pervert Joe, his “bullying” tactics worked for him, ask the chick he fingered against her will against a wall, Tara Reid I think her name is, what ever happened to her? Regardless, now in his feeble degenerating mind, he still thinks the “bully” move works, but sadly for him, his “bullying” boat has hit a big iceberg & sank like the Titanic, yet he STILL does it. Not scaring anyone Brandon ya poopypants dunce. Yep, unfortunately, no one told President Braindead this, so he still tries “bullying” as a political tactic, & much like the aforementioned atrociousness of that word “bully,” so is the idiot acting in such a manner, the idiot shitting his pants in front of the Pope in the GIF below. Yes, the stinky shitter down there is the pseudo-bully as well, how ironic, & it’s such a pathetically embarrassing joke, but such is the way of Clownworld…honk honk honk. True story by the way, yes, the President of the United States pooped his pants on his trip to the Vatican to visit Pope Francis. Let’s Go Brandon. Derp. Luckily, I happened to get footage of the entire embarrassing incident, & made it into a GIF for all of you to enjoy…& Honkler even dropped by, “wazzzzzzzup Honkster,” enjoy my GIF…(Fart Noise)

Ugh, it’s draining me, it really just sucks the wind out of my fan when I think about this country’s imminent downfall, if, & say if, that sad scenario comes to pass. All empires end, maybe it’s just time for the “Great American Experiment” to end too. Bummer. I would have never imagined a world like this when I was a kid. Man, was I naive, but I suppose we all were, us Gen-Xers. TV babies from the 70s & 80s, a lost generation, X-ed out, like a winning Bingo card, except what did we win? A world dominated by baby boomer tyrants, & the rest of that generation, who I once admired, now somewhat despise, for failing us because they got too power hungry to stop & pass the baton. Now we all live a life of “Hang In There,” just kittens stuck in the trees. Hang in there, it’ll be okay when 2024 comes, & the Orange Man returns. Is that what you all are basing a dramatic shift back to prosperity on? Orange Man saving the day? I had faith in Don, I did, but they beat him somehow, & he doesn’t lose, so HOW, how did they blatantly cheat, to steal the most dynamic election in the history of the country, HOW?

All I can figure, & yes it pains me to admit this, but all I can rationally reason out, is that Don is in the same club as the rest of the globalist cabal. “It’s their club, & we ain’t in it,” in true Carlinian-speak. That’s the ONLY way I can figure why he would let them cheat & win the game, because there is no “game,” there is only theatre, this orchestrated theatre, playing out like a symphony, note for note, all in a thoroughly well-constructed order. They’ve perfected this art of “elitist theatre” since Roman times, all to keep them as the sheep-herders, & you the sheep. Remember, THEY did this, not me, I am only here sharing what I think I know, even though I might not know anything at all. I try, which is all I can do, & I suppose I better hang in there, until my circle comes back round the roundabout. Clever, clever, look at that, as if on a synchronous queue, my circularity, “hanging in there,” until my literary ouroboros finds its end, only to prepare to begin yet again, as always. Until next time, I state, that the union of a fist, into a bully’s face, stops bullying. So sayeth FisH™🎣

For all of you, & for none of you at all.

“The union of a fist, into a bully’s face, ends bullying.” ~Fish F Fish🎏