Serum-925

Serum-925 was created in a lab by a Chinese scientist named Dr. Shuyi. Dr. Shuyi had a long & accredited reputation for creating various viruses & bacteria, that he himself intended to be beneficial for the human race. His overlords, however, the CCP(Chinese Communist Party), had other intentions, intentions not so benevolent. The CCP had grown weary of United States global dominance, particularly the dominance of the United States dollar. The U.S. dollar had been the global currency for decades, even after the gold standard was removed in 1971, thus the value of the U.S. dollar was now-backed by literally nothing, & to the quickly-advancing Chinese economy, this was unacceptable. It was time, the time of the planetary financial reign of the USA to come to an end. The lone issue stopping the Chinese from taking total dominion over the world’s currency exchange for themselves, was one thing: armed Americans. Open hot nuclear war would be devastating, much too messy, for all involved, as well as for those not involved. They needed a solution, something that would non-violently wipe away their mortal enemy from the West, without affecting the Chinese, & the rest of the world, & so, they looked to Dr. Shuyi, for an answer he could not refuse to give . They took him aside one day, & by “took aside,” they stormed into his office, armed, & took him away from his morning paperwork to meet with a man known as Mr. Wang. “Wang,” in China, is the equivalent of “Smith,” in English, & most likely was not this man’s real name. Anonymity was important, as well as compartmentalization, because the USA had spies everywhere, even inside the CCP, & Mr. Wang needed Dr. Shuyi to do something, for the future of his country, that the Americans must never be made aware of.

Dr. Shuyi was blindfolded, & brought to a room, a room with no view, no windows, only a desk & 2 chairs, & a CCP flag in the corner. Mr. Wang was brief & to the point, & told Dr. Shuyi that he needed to make a new virus, one that would kill whoever it infected, but kill them slowly, however not too slowly. It must be RNA-activated, engineered to ONLY infect those who had taken the messenger-RNA Covid vaccines approved in the USA, which would be the Pfizer, Moderna, & Johnson & Johnson vaccines, in no particular order. Since those vaccines were used less in most places outside of the continental United States, there would be little risk of infecting anyone who resided beyond the boundaries of the borders of the USA. Clearly the plan had begun several years prior to what the CCP was orchestrating now. Additionally, the Big Pharma industry must have involvement, & although astounded by the awareness of other shadowy globalist actors, along with the secrecy kept due to impressive compartmentalization, who was Dr. Shuyi to ponder these notions, to ask questions, or think for himself? He was no one, certainly not an individual, but only a tool, & in China, you do what you’re told without question & think only of total obedience to the State, & so Dr. Shuyi embraced his task, & continued with his instructional orders.

There needed to be a incubation period of one to two weeks, then after incubation ended, the virus needed to exit the host body. It would be made to spread quickly throughout the bloodstream, eventually stopping the heart, then exiting said host body through pores on the skin, to go airborne, & then spread quickly, infecting everyone within a one to two mile radius who had been jabbed, as the terminology goes in the West. This virus must perform precisely as it was designed, so as not to spread in an out-of-control rampant manner, & possibly mutating. Additionally, & this was of highest importance, the virus needed to be fire-resistant, because unknown to Dr. Shuyi, this would be the means utilized for the initial infections. A series of wildfires would be started all across the Canadian wilderness in Northern North America, from west to east. Thousands of fires would be intentionally ignited, so that the virus could be dropped into these wildfires from the air, & as the virulent smoke moved into the jet stream that stretched across the expanse of the USA, from Montana to Maine, it would prove the most effective means of contamination, drawing little to no attention to the Chinese. Of course, there were a few extraneous minor details included in the instructions given from Mr. Wang to Dr. Shuyi, as to the manner of testing, but we will get to that shortly.

At first, like any human being with a conscience, Dr. Shuyi was struck by a sense of sadness that he could not openly express or share, by the directions given to him by Mr. Wang. The doctor, with a blank expression, had dedicated his life to bio-engineering viruses & bacteria that would prove beneficial to humanity, not destructive, but he had no choice. He loved his country, his people, & much more than that, his own family. Mr. Wang wasn’t asking Dr. Shuyi though, he was ordering him to do this, & left some pictures of his wife, & his two sons, telling Dr. Shuyi that if he wanted his family to be safe, he would do as he was told. Dr. Shuyi let Mr. Wang know that he did not need to be reminded of this, & would begin the project immediately, for the love of the CCP, & the future of the Chinese people. He was then blindfolded again, taken back to his office, & the entire event had seemingly ended as abruptly as it began, all taking place within the span of an hour. In one short hour, Dr. Shuyi’s life had taken a complete turn, but not for the worse, or the better, because it was all about perspective. He could not think of anything other than completing the task given. From the view of the Americans, China was the enemy, the unquestionable dominant adversary, but from the view of his own country, the USA was the true enemy, the great antagonist, a nemesis representing the greatest of threats to the Chinese Communist Party & the Chinese way of life. If Dr. Shuyi succeeded, he would be a hero, forever remembered in future history, as a savior of the Chinese homeland. Also, he & his family would not only remain alive, they would be honored, & so, he walked to his lab to begin immediately, quickly having all of his prior work removed by his assistants, leaving the lab entirely new, a proverbial blank slate, so to speak, for him to begin this new assignment. This would be the only assignment, in all likelihood, Dr. Shuyi would ever work on again.

It only took a week, just the span of a week, for testing to begin on various compounds he had created. The CCP notoriously used homeless vagrants as derelict test subjects, which was common practice, as they offered no benefit to the State, & no one would question their sudden disappearance. The recruiters, as it were, handed out pamphlets to the street people, telling them that it was a new “medicine,” designed to help them recover their lost lives from poverty & destitution, as if they had a choice in the matter. Quickly, “volunteers” showed up in droves, providing Dr. Shuyi with more-than-enough subjects to test the the various concoctions on, until the perfect virus was discovered & isolated. Over the next week, countless subjects were infected with the different compounds that Dr. Shuyi had created. The subjects were placed inside a sealed room with a single chair, told to sit down, & to breathe normally, as something akin to Chinese elevator music played from an unseen speaker. The potential viruses were then put into condensers inside of special ovens, which cooked at a temperature similar to the heat of a wildfires. The soft white smoke would then flow through the air ducts that led into the sealed room where the test subjects sat. The subjects would inhale the smoke, then be placed into a quarantine room which connected to the testing room via a single airtight door, so as to allow the virus to incubate.

Around the one-to-two week mark, after the test subjects were initially infected, the effects began, & all sorts of horrifying conditions began to develop. After the incubation ended, as intended, the virus spread rapidly through the bloodstream, searing the arteries as it traveled, which to the test subjects, felt as though they were burning to death from the inside out. They’d convulse & writhe, in unimaginable agonizing pain as this happened, making the seconds feel like eternities. Upon exiting their bodies through the pores on their skins, the viruses would rupture the pores, emitting blackened pus, like little volcanoes, as the thousands of individually necrotic eruptions created a hell that no man would wish upon his worst enemy. It would take 1-2 minutes for the subjects to go through the viral mechanism, which felt like series of tortuous lifetimes in their minds, as each pore burned & corroded, allowing the various test viruses to escape into the open air, & once the subjects were dead, the entire room was incinerated with a special gelatinous gas, insuring that the viruses could not escape the testing room, while also “sanitizing” the room before the next test subject was brought in.

These test trials went on for a few months , & then one day, Mr. Wang showed up in Dr. Shuyi’s laboratory. He asked Dr. Shuyi how the tests were going, & Dr. Shuyi, with a nervousness in his voice, told Mr. Wang that the virus was successful, but he was having difficulty keeping the virus alive upon exiting the bodies of the subjects. At best, the virus would only survive for a few seconds, before it too, would be as dead as the host body it had been birthed from. Mr. Wang then told, or rather, he demanded, that Dr. Shuyi complete the project within the next month, or one of his sons would “disappear,” & then the following month, his other son, would also, “disappear.’ Dr. Shuyi knew that there were no more options, & there was little time left, so he had to finish the project successfully, soon. He had no choice, but to increase the number of test subjects, as well as utilize more rooms to test the potential viruses in. He asked Mr. Wang to accommodate these requests, & with a nod, Mr. Wang left the room. Dr. Shuyi spent the rest of the day writing down various chemical formulas, & thinking of his family, as well as his role in this agenda, so to speak, but he knew that the clock was ticking, so he quickly unthought those thoughts to solely focus on what he had been told to do by the mysterious Mr. Wang. He did not go home that night, passing out with his head on his notebook. He had a dream, an exceptionally vivid dream, & in this dream, an answer came to him, in the form of a formulaic compound, one he had overlooked prior. When he awoke, he was told that there were 2 new rooms for testing, so now three in total, & that there were countless new subjects ready, ready to take their “medicine.” He looked down at his notebook, & recalling the dream, he began to feverishly write. As if by some divine force, as he gazed upon the notes he’d just written, & there it was, a new formula, THE new formula, but was it the right formula? He looked at the time, & the clock read, “9:25,” & so he wrote the time above this new formula he had written down…Serum-925.

Dr. Shuyi immediately began the tests, infecting 6 “patients” with control viruses, & then 3 more of them with Serum-925. The test subjects were then placed in the observation rooms, 3 to a room, as the incubation period began, & all Dr. Shuyi could do was wait. A week went by, & the subjects showed no signs of the infection, as they read books, & watched the State-sponsored programs being broadcast to little TVs in the corners of the rooms between the ceiling & the wall, thinking they’d been given “medicine,” a medicine that would miraculously give them a new life, one where they would be assets to the State, rather than another mouth to feed. Watching this all day & night was causing Dr. Shuyi to become very anxious…so anxious in fact, that he could nary sleep a wink. This first week seemed infinite, & with no symptoms showing themselves, Dr. Shuyi again began to worry about his family, & what would happen to them if Serum-925 didn’t work as directed, but as always, he quickly shrugged those thoughts away, because he knew he needed to focus on a positive result, & nothing else. As mentioned earlier, however, the incubation period ran from one to two weeks, so there was still time, still one week to go. Dr. Shuyi had come so far, & the formulaic equations he had written down came together perfectly, like a completed jigsaw puzzle, yet still, no symptoms, no changes, nothing. He occasionally listened to the random conversations that the test subjects were having amongst themselves. They often talked about the new lives they’d lead once “cured,” & their devotion to the State for “fixing” their failed & wretched lives. “Mice,” the good doctor said to himself, “they are only mice, here to be tested & disposed of as mice are,” trying to convince himself that they were not men, but mice. Deep down, he knew he was lying to himself, along with reflecting on his own inhumanity, as he viewed the final days of these mens’ lives, & thought of his own inhumane disposition at what he was doing…what kind of doctor could go along with such a thing? As always though, he pushed these self-realizations aside, burying them, never to be resurrected, for he was soon to be a deliverer, a great conservator for the State, or dead, along with his family, who he so desperately loved.

The second week began & day one of week two was dreadful for Dr. Shuyi; the “patients” were still the same, content & healthy, no changes. Onto day two, still nothing, day three went by, & STILL, no symptoms. A small television was inside Dr. Shuyi’s laboratory, always broadcasting state-sponsored news media, the same as what the test subjects were watching, mainly about the power of the CCP, the usual stereotypical communist propaganda, along with occasional scripted “news” stories, that more-often-than-not, glorified the State in one way or another. However, something came on that caught Dr. Shuyi’s attention. A series of wildfires had erupted all across Canada, & not just a few, there were THOUSANDS of them, stretching across the entire country, from British Columbia to Quebec. There were so many fires in fact, that the whole of the country appeared to be on fire, & Dr. Shuyi quickly realized, that the plan to spread the virus across North America, had begun. The clock was ticking, & ticking fast, as though time itself was speeding up, & Dr. Shuyi knew that his time was running out.

Day four came, & Dr. Shuyi, eyes wide from insomnia, could barely write anymore, as his hands were shaking from tremors, due to the lack of sleep. His mind was a jumbled mess, a mix of anxiety, anger, depression, but most of all, fear, for he was afraid that if he failed, he would never see his family alive again. Why wasn’t the virus working as intended? He had gone over the formulas he had written down, over & over & over again, & he just couldn’t rationalize what was going wrong. He pounded his fists on the table, & the force of the thud, turned over his stained & near-empty coffee cup on the desk, spilling what was left of the cold coffee, which formed a small puddle at the edge of his desk, & began to drip onto the floor. Dr. Shuyi watched it drip for a moment, staring, as he once again, thought about his family. He then snapped out of his gaze, & walked over to grab some paper towels to clean up the mess. Just then, a sound went off from the loudspeaker, & the voice on the other side, notified Dr. Shuyi that the process was beginning, & that the test subjects were starting to convulse. Dr. Shuyi stopped what he was doing, leaving the paper towel he was grabbing half-torn, as well as the spilled coffee, & rushed to the observation room to watch what was happening. He felt a rush of excitement overcome him, utterly disregarding the fact that more human test subjects were about to experience a most-violent death, as he could only feel happy that his family might be saved, should the virus survive.

The exhaustion from all the sleeplessness, along with the symptoms of insomnia, subsided, as Dr. Shuyi hurriedly ran to the observation area, which was a room, with a series of chairs, & a 2-way mirror for the viewers to view the test subjects, as they died in agony from the various compounds they had been exposed to. The fact that these human test subjects were dying a horrible death mattered not, nor did the potential for billions to die in the same manner, as Dr. Shuyi could only think of his family, & that his success ensured their survival, as well as his own. Strange the way the mind works, isn’t it? How could one be “happy,” when billions of lives were at stake? Still, as always, these kinds of thoughts escaped Dr. Shuyi, as he eagerly watched the test subjects writhing on the floor, screaming in terror, as the post-incubated virus began painfully working its way through the blood of these “patients,” seeking to escape from these human test subjects’ convulsing bodies, through each & every pore on their skin. The shock of it all, to any “normal” person, would be unbearable to watch, particularly to a doctor, yet Dr. Shuyi gleefully continued to observe, as the subjects’ pores began to erupt the virus, those tiny little volcanoes, spewing out the blackened pus, as the subjects gasped one final time before their hearts stopped . Fortunately, the room was soundproof, & Dr. Shuyi could not hear their screams, or the last gasping. If he had, perhaps he might’ve had a moment of clarity, a revelation, that what he was doing was not only wrong, it was pure evil, but all he heard was the surreal sound of silent shrieking. It took roughly 90 seconds for the subjects to stop moving, & now was the moment of truth for Dr. Shuyi, for if the virus had died along with the test subjects, he & his family would be dead as well, but if the virus had survived, Dr. Shuyi would become legendary, a permanent hero, for the only God he knew, the CCP.

The time had come, & some men in biohazard suits with various instruments, began entering the room via a decontamination walkway of sorts. First, they needed to flip the bodies of the test subjects over, as they had all perished face down. They needed to get to the vital organs, as well as take blood samples, tissue samples, etc. The subjects had left a mess on the floor, which was now stained with the blackened pus, one of them leaving a haunting handprint, which Dr. Shuyi noticed from the observation room, & for a fleeting moment, some minuscule sense of humanity overcame him, as he thought about his own son, the youngest one, making handprint art for him only a few months prior. The shouts from the testers in the biohazard suits quickly flushed those thoughts away, however, as Dr. Shuyi had finally gotten the news he had been so anxiously awaiting to hear. The virus was alive, virulently alive, aggressively healthy, yearning to survive & thrive within another victim. Dr. Shuyi was instantly ecstatic, consumed with joy, the joy of all that was to come for him, & his family, with zero inclinations as to what this meant for the human race. A few more tests would be needed, for sure, but Dr. Shuyi knew that Mr. Wang would be quite pleased that Dr. Shuyi had been successful in the task he was given. He would be honored, taking his place among the historic halls of distinguished heroes, a savior of the Chinese Communist Party, for the rest of time, & his family would be at his side, glorified eternally as well by the Chinese people, HIS people.

The fires in Canada continued to rage, most of them uncontrollably now, & the smoke was covering cities in the United States from Bismarck to Manhattan, riding the current of the jet stream. Only the Western part of the United States was spared the smoke from these wildfires, thanks to the wind shear courtesy of the Rocky Mountains, sloping the western half of the country from New Mexico to Montana. News reports in the United States had begin to warn residents of the air quality, & blamed the wildfires on “lightning strikes,” but none of them had a clue as to what really created this country-wide inferno engulfing much of Canada, as well as what was really about to come from these intentionally set fires. Setting the fires was easy, but getting Serum-925 virus into these fires, would be another feat in itself. Meanwhile, Dr. Shuyi had been reunited with his family, who he held close for several minutes, so long that his wife showed a glint of concern as to why Dr. Shuyi, a normally expressionless man, suddenly seemed so cheerfully happy to see them all, as if he hadn’t seen them in a very long time. She had no idea of what he had done, or how close she & her children had been to being “disappeared,” via the orders of Mr. Wang. Dr. Shuyi had always been a loving father, but when the tears of joy fell at the sight of seeing them alive, his wife knew that something was different, but as was common with Chinese wives, she asked no questions & showed no concern, simply assuming that Dr. Shuyi had done something great for not only his family, but for the country. Unconditional love & total devotion to the State was primary in China, above all else, & as the adoration from CCP members began to befall Dr. Shuyi & his family, Dr. Shuyi’s wife got caught up in the moment, & quickly forgot about the tears that her husband had shed upon reuniting with his family.

Across the ocean in the United States, breaking news reports began to be broadcast, reports of unidentified balloons flying high above the western parts of North America, first from Alaska, & then from northwest British Columbia, & then down to Montana. The objects were still unidentified, only that they looked to be “balloons” of some kind, & that there were several, slowly moving east, as they drifted into the interior of Canada, & then down into the Continental United States, following the jet stream. What the news reports did not report, however, was that these were the dispensing mechanisms for the Serum-925 virus, & that the balloons were moving into position, to do just that, dispense this deadly virus. A series of canister’s on the underside of the balloons, which had now been successfully guided by GPS via radio frequencies into strategically proper positions, began releasing the Serum-925 virus into the atmosphere above the wildfires. The virus fell into the clouds of smoldering smoke from the raging flames below, which was heavier than the air, & as the smoke lost altitude, it descended with the ash, now contaminated with the very-much-alive Serum-925 virus, & began to cover American & Canadian cities.

Quickly, the pathogen, created in a lab by the great guardian of the CCP, Dr. Shuyi, began to infect the human populations below, unknowingly, as the “vaccinated” people below breathed in what they thought to be smoky air, but only the air of wildfires, as was common at this time of the year when wildfires annually occurred. Surprisingly, few wore masks, which was a stark contrast to the mass psychosis displayed by mask-wearers during the Covid epidemic. This went on for a week, then week two began, as Americans rallied to celebrate the 4th of July, ironically a celebration of freedom & independence. What the North American public did not know, was that the Serum-925 virus had been inhaled now, by millions of them, millions who were so desperate to get the jab during Covid, as well as many of them getting “boosted,” preparing them for the real Chinese-created pandemic, which would undoubtedly, kill them all once the incubation of the virus came to fruition, for lack of a better term. The Serum-925 virus entered their bodies, through the mouth & nose, down into the lungs, to incubate, before it awakened, so to speak, & began to violently erupt, from each & every pore on their skin, like the little volcanos that Dr. Shuyi witnessed from the observation room, expelling the black pus magma, leaving the gruesome handprint on the floor, from the last “patient” he would ever treat. So began the end, the end of us, the end of these United States of America.

“For all of you, & for none of you at all.” by Fish F. Fish🎏

The Fooze: S6E29 6/29/2023 Nib of the Quill

No colors in the cybernated standish today, just black & white…as the paint fades…(enter the piano)…leaving only ebony, & ivory, “in perfect harmony,” as Paul & Mike might say, now fade fade fade out the colorama…

To read this bullshit article via Yahoo News, click HERE

Despite my previous post, which CLEARLY exposed the pre-production of this Titanic sub event that was broadcast, cast broadly, like a spell, most of you STILL believe that fakery really happened, don’t you?…& with the mainstream news juggernaut STILL programming you all to believe that scripted events such as these are real, one could see why, right? Oh, it all looks so real, so really real though, right? Quite convincing, yes, as convincing as the magic of Hollywood, isn’t it?

Yours truly has fought like a hungry rabid lion trying to wake you people up to the Titanical depths of the fake news mainstream media Operation Mockingbird control machine(pun intended). Yes, that’s right, this narrator has fought, & fought, & fought, wielding my pen until the ink ran dry, attempting to awaken you all to the Great Deception of this pseudo-reality, & what do you most of you do?..you do nothing, other than accept it, & continue to comply. What else is there to say? Does it even matter? Nope, it doesn’t mean a thing, not a God-damned thing. Degenerate faggots are waving their shit-covered sodomite cocks in the faces of children, OF CHILDREN, at their sin-fest pride parades, & no one does a thing about it. Oh sure, there’s a fringe group of us that put out the messages, trying to raise awareness, denouncing what should be be denounced by all, but the sad truth is, that most of you do nothing. You don’t don’t seem to see/hear anything, other than what keeps you in a state of perpetual bliss. You just turn on your televisions, stay in your houses, consume consume consume, & then call that “life,” but people like yours truly are deemed the crazy ones, the ones who are out of line, we thought-criminals. When the bell finally tolls, & they come to wipe most of you out, rather than me getting the final “I told you so,” I’d rather trade it all just so that you people would wake the fuck up. You won’t though, the so-called “ruling elites” will fulfill their agenda, & everything you’ve all slaved so hard for, will be wiped away from their future history, like you never even existed.

I’ll be wiped away as well, of course, probably long before the end comes, because statistically, I should already be dead, like most of my friends. Just a matter of time, of borrowed time, before the final breath finally exhales, tainted with the sweet stench of my last smoke. I’ll leave a bill, a bill for a funeral & an urn, because a coffin is a waste of money. If you’re dead, who cares anyway? Throw me to a den full of necrophiliacs, or a pack of wolves, or into the ocean, chummed red with the blood of fresh fish, as frenzied sharks circle around & rip this lifeless body to pieces. Once you’re gone, you’re gone, & as it is in dreams, you have no recollection of even existing in this God-forsaken prison planet matrix, but my verbal epitaph, my final self-eulogy from yours truly to all of you is simply this: DO NOT GO INTO THE LIGHT. If any/all/none of you can somehow retain that little quip when it’s your respective turns, carry it with you, & abide it, because if you ignore what I say, & foolishly let yourself go into that bath-warm bliss, you will get recycled, & end up right back here in this 3d soul-trap, only to once again feed the beast via a tortured life of enslavement, which ultimately falls upon YOU, not the aforementioned Beast, the Great Recycler. Willfully going into the light, puts it all on YOU, & that’s the trap, that’s the trick from the Great Trickster, because by going into said light, by thine own accord, the Beast bears no guilt, & thus, bypasses God, & keeps the Great Mouse Trap full of souls, who do it again, & again, & again, until the end of time.

Or…maybe yours truly is absolutely insane, these thoughts are utterly delusional, & there’s no hope left for these fiery flying fingers. Either way, who cares? Your narrator here is only one, ONE soul, out of billions & billions of souls, all trapped, one way or another, within this inner/outer-dimensional 3d hell, way way wayyyyy down from whence we once were, leveled up in 5d, & maybe beyond that too. The 5th dimension is only the next bus stop, spatially, & then the 8th, then the 13th, possibly the 21st dimension, but beyond that is a kind of chaos that even a 13th-dimensional entity might now comprehend. This 3d human experience is as low as consciousness can possibly go, & if we were anything lower, we’d be the equivalent of a perfectly flat rock, with no volume, just flatness in flat world with no space to conceive of anything, anything at all. I bet none of you thought this article would take a sharp turn off the proverbial exit ramp into this town, did you? It’s as yours truly always says, we only turn the dial, left, right, a little more left, now back to the right again, until the static becomes the sacred geometry of a frequency that can be hooked, then bled it out, gutted, decapitated, filleted, & served up raw for all of you, & for none of you at all. “Just the way it is,” right?, as my favorite un-favorite saying goes. Maybe someone will write that pukeworthy defeatist expression on my tombstone, or the first nuclear bomb that drops when the depopulation agenda goes hot, & BOOM BOOM BOOM, the mushroom cloud spreads, radiating & eradicating everything with Chernobylian glory. Or maybe it was written on the needles they jabbed billions of you with already, as the nano-particles continue to self-replicate in your bodies, just waiting for the siren to sound so they can activate & complete their intended mission…then POOF…lights out, the door closes, & locks itself with one last slam as the walking dead rise.

Oh my, oh my, the time does fly, as do these salty stinking-sardined scissorhands, that slice this digital notebook into another saucy sautéed sashimi dish for you all to eat, or send back to the chef, so he can spit in it, & pretend he prepared it just as you asked it, only to be served right back to you, same as it was served before, as sacrosanct as a slow suicide. The restaurant is now closed, so pay your bill & get the fuck out. Until next time dear readers, never go to a restaurant right before they close, unless you want to eat a dish, garnished with spit. So sayeth FisH™…🎏

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

“Be wary of closing time, before you order your food.” Fish F Fish🎏

The Fooze: S5E13 5/13/2023 Why Not?

I got nothing else to do, & I can’t sleep my life away, so I decided to write, blah blah blah blahbaba. What to write about, what to write about? My upcoming cross-country trip maybe, that’s exciting, right? Unfortunately, I feel like it’s the last time though. Numero quatro, that’s right, my FOURTH trip across the country. Dang, what a ride, pun intended. There’s nothing like driving across this once great country, & since it’s been ohhhhh…7ish years or so, since I did it the last time, it should prove interestingly nostalgic to see how the country has changed, & how it hasn’t changed at all. I already can picture the feeling of seeing the bridge, & then a little city, then the crab trap place, then the old hometown, now with a bypass around it I hear. I don’t know, since I haven’t been that way in quite awhile, but nonetheless, as I said, going home is going to be very nostalgic, nostalgically surreal, to be perfectly specific.

I have no idea what to expect; but I am deftly excited to see the beach. Fuckin hell, I’ve been by the beach my ENTIRE life, minus these last long seven years. What have I been doing for fuck’s sake way out here? Sheesh. Nothing accomplished really, except the ins & outs of the cannabis industry. It’s bizarrely overrated, & over-populated with millennial twerps. This entire state is so gay, it’s ridiculous. Can’t have the weed without the nonsense I guess, I don’t know, but the industry is analogous to the bar scene. Older guys like me are pushed out, as if we’re boomers or something, as the millennial generation delusional assumes that they have taken the reigns, so to speak, & are now in charge. How about go fuck yourselves you little punks? None of you would even be here if not for us, & as if on queue, this is the UN-thanks we get. What more can one expect from a bunch of self-entitled “woke” little posers? God forbid you let them know that too, because then you just get fired, & replaced like you were nothing, trust me on this one.

Regardless, departure time is approaching, & then 28ish hours later, I’ll be home. Please God or Buddha or Sweet Baby Jesus, whoever is up there, PLEASE let my car, & myself obviously, make it home safely. I try not to ask much, & I know I’m a self-centered narcissistic prick, but I’d prefer to die later in life, not on the road home, know what I mean big guy? So whoever is up there, watching over me, please watch over me on this ride. Amen. Thanks. Much appreciated. I don’t know why I’m so anxious…sheesh. Relax…relax…relax…shhhhhh…find the stairs, the stairs that lead to the happy place, then simply walk up them, & let all the anxiety go. You’re almost free, what’s there to worry about? Road trips are fun, especially cross-country. Most people might do it once in their life maybe, mainly because most people don’t leave their respective hometowns, unless they’re flying somewhere. Flying across the country, versus driving across the country, is night & day. Yes, flying is much more convenient, & it’s certainly much faster, but driving gives you so much more satisfaction, once the journey has been completed. You get another notch on the belt, as they say, & for me, like I mentioned earlier, this will be my 4th notch.

Unless that whole thing about “threes” is correct, like when people say things happen in “threes,” so maybe I’m just starting my second round of cost-country trips. Not sure why I’d want to come back, but maybe I will. Who knows? If I could predict the future, I’d be light years away from where I am now. Sadly though, I cannot, & the future, to me, is as speculative as it is to you. More so, in fact, considering I spend a lot of time pondering the future, which needs to change. Seriously, fuck the future. I can’t know what’s coming, so why keep stressing it? Just live in the present, in the moment, & so, in this moment right now, I’m going to wrap up this post. Threw you a bit of a curveball at the end, I know, but no worries. I know time is short, short for everyone, relatively speaking, & I’m done wasting it. Time to get up, man up, & move on, onward, onward & upward we hope, but we shall see soon enough, one way or another. Until next time dear readers, when the proverbial shit hits the fan, get out of the room, before the shit fan flings poopoo on you. So sayeth FisH™…🎣

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

“When the shit hits the fan, leave the room.” Fish F Fish🎏

“When all else fails, hit the road.” Fish F Fish🎏

Lunar Wave

ATTENTION: …if you’ve never seen the infamous Lunar Wave, take a look at the video below. I have no idea what causes this, and/or, if it’s even real or not, but apparently it lends creedence to the “moon is a hologram” theory. Like I said, I don’t believe, nor disbelieve this is real, I’m just aware of it, find it fascinating, so I thought I’d share a video of this unusual phenomenon for you, dear readers, considering it’s the Full Flower Moon tonight. Big Moon, isn’t it? Is it me, or does the Moon seem to be getting bigger? Probably just me, but if it was getting bigger, which would imply that it’s getting closer, would the powers-that-be tell us? If we were in imminent danger from the Moon getting closer to the Earth, do you honestly believe that your masters would inform you of such a precarious scenario? Or would they save their own asses & let us peasants who have no clue fend for ourselves? Food for thought, or food for the garbage, I could care less, as I’m just a messenger I guess, & if you don’t know the answer to my somewhat-facetious question, kick rocks & go read the Berenstain Bears or something similarly juvenile. Fuckin hell, it’s so frustrating to have the knowledge that 100% of you should have, but 99.99% of you don’t. Not like I even have to dive that deep, but since most of you are still flopping around in water-wings in this figurative pool I’m attempting to illustrate, I gotta play in the shallow end, or not play at all. Should I even keep playing? I don’t know, doesn’t matter, & I have no idea why I’m even swimming, do you? Is it for this, THIS? Wunderbar. If so, let me know, but know your opinion will mean nothing other than pander to my own self-amusement at the jackass in the mirror. Nonetheless, until next time dear readers, watch the video below, & always keep one eye wide open, watching out for the incoming waves. So sayeth FisH™…

Click HERE and/or the video above to watch

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

“Always keep one open, watching out for incoming rogue waves.” Fish F Fish

The Fooze: S5E1 5/1/2023 The Hours Come

Before I begin, cheers to you dear readers, for reading these daily Foozers for four, that’s FOUR, four straight months; each & every day of those four months, I’ve made sure you all have something new to read for the day. EVERY day of 2023 thus far, yours truly has diligently delivered with my daily diatribes…EVERY SINGLE DAY. Of course, the celebration will be much more dynamic when we hit a year, but we’ve made it a third of the way there, which isn’t too shabby, & what do we do fam when we’re two-thirds of the way away still? We keep going, we push on through, breaking on through, to the other side, the other side where I have a year’s worth of accomplished & published writings, & you have completed your journey as well, reading along with me as I write, one can only hope. 365 days, it’s not so long unless you’re in the middle of living it, but regardless, we’ve eaten a third of my pie, so let’s spend the rest of the year eating the rest of this fish pie. Sounds tasty, right? Fish pie?👨🏻‍🍳👌🏻🍣🥧

Click HERE or the video above to watch

Great song, great video, great band; yet another band from that clan of bands that resurrected a short-lived era of neo-wave musical magic before said magic, was all utterly devoured by idiots like Cardi B, Sam Smith, that pig Lizzo, & the rest of those parasitic UNDER-talented, OVER-paid posers, that have no actual talent, but fit the scripted narrative of the day, so they live like royalty regardless. I picked the most extreme examples, but you get my point, yes? No, those times were a figurative finish line methinks; it was a different era, as I implied earlier, & the end of a greater era arguably, the Great Era of American Songwriting, & that last breath was possibly the death throws, the last era to be defined in such a qualitative manner I fear, a time when people actually were famous via their talents, not because it was artificially trendy to amplify their disrespectingly revolting personas. Let’s name a few select bands from this unique era: Future Islands, Motorama, Neon Indian, LCD Soundsystem, The Drums, & of course, the band above, Metronomy. There are several more of course, & it would take me awhile to name them, & although most, if not all of them, still perform, the feeling has changed, hasn’t it? Changed entirely, in the music scene, the film/tv production scene, but you know where it has NOT changed, at least not entirely?

The comedy scene, not entirely, because as you’ve seen, if you’ve kept up with the zeitgeist, there were a few comics that publicly bent the knee, & where are they now? NOT working, for the most part, THAT is where those twats are, but everyone else in the entertainment industry who went unapologetically woke, is doing great, for now. One slip-up though, & it’s over, since we know that the lunatic left loves to lunch of their own larping losers. Big pseudo-thanks to cancel culture for that. They will cancel themselves if need be, according to them anyway, if that tells you anything about how abysmally insane they are in that group of gutless goons. Yep, between the Covaids scamedemic, & the purging of persons who have been deemed as thought criminals by the cancel culture mob, including their own, as I mentioned, the public vibe of community & togetherness is gone, & also like I said earlier, unfortunately, I fear that that vibe, so to speak, is never going to return.

Anyway, there is really no point to this, I just felt like writing about something, anything really. I shared a video for a fun little song, called “She Wants,” because I was thinking about a girl, & she wants everything, but isn’t going to get a damn thing, not from my black ass anyway, but I guess, since that’s the name of the song, maybe I’ll write about something relatable, I don’t know. Lyrics might help. Let’s see…another song about…love maybe, yes, let’s look at these lyrics together & see:

🍥She Wants🍥

[Verse 1]
She sleeps so soft, so soft I tread
Arranging papers around the bed
And if she’s dreaming deep tonight
I lie with her by reading light
A glass of water by her side
And gone are hopes of getting tired

[Chorus]
I call the shots ’til you wake up
Count every second on every clock
It’s getting late, and that I know
The hours come, the hours go

[Verse 2]
Them twitching legs, them twitching arms
And there you’re lying, your make-up on
And girl, if you’re dreaming deep tonight
I’ll lie with you by reading light
A glass of water by your side
And gone are hopes of getting tired

[Chorus]
I call the shots ’til you wake up
Count every second on every clock
It’s getting late, yeah that I know
The hours come, the hours come

[Outro]
The hours come, the hours come
The hours come, the hours come
The hours come, the hours come
The hours come, the hours come

…another song about…yet another unappreciative girl that takes life for granted? Maybe that’s what he meant? I don’t know, & it’s often difficult to definitively interpret lyrics written by quality songwriters. I mean, most of the time, you get the gist, but often, the meaning of a song, and/or a performance in general, is highly interpretive. This song, in particular, isn’t really illustrating much, is it? It would therefore, be difficult to interpret, wouldn’t it? Imagine that, the words of a song, or lack thereof, makes understanding more difficult, the same as in actual conversations. Depending on the accompanying music though, this works sometimes, & sometimes it doesn’t, just like it depends on the accompanying person in the conversational scenario. That’s the name of the game, & the name of the analogy that just spawned itself into manifestation. Connecting these analogous dots, some “artists,” get lucky with limited lyrics, & some do not. “Artists,” is in quotes, as you can see, & I bet you’d like to know why, yes?

It’s in quotes because even if you think you’re an artist, & even if you think you make “art,” you believe oh so hard that your “art” matters, but what makes you a real artist? You do it because you bleed it, that’s the answer. Money, life, people, nothing means anything, everything means nothing, when compared to your art, but simultaneously, it means everything, anything & everything, since your LIFE, is the basis for your art, as it were, in one way or another, but I digress. Nope, not everyone can be an artist. Sorry not sorry, it’s just a fact of life that you have to deal with, just like there’s just 2, & ONLY TWO, genders. There’s only TWO, no less, & certainly, no more. deal with it, just like not everyone can be an artist. “There’s too many artists, & not enough magicians,” from a lyricist you’ve probably never heard of, an old friend of mine named Sam. Nonetheless, he was right, WAYYYYY before his time. He was always one step ahead of the game, & by game, I’m referring to The Great Mouse Trap, of course. Yep, he saw the golden ticket, took it when he had the chance, worked his ass off, & now he’s living a life most only dream about. It’s amazing really, we both went from broke college students 20 years ago, to him going the distance, & me going nowhere, but like I said, at one time, we were in the same sad boat. Some people make to out of the trap, albeit very few, but some do, & at least, at the very least for my sorry self, I knew one or two before my time ended. I didn’t even really know them all, per se, but our circles crossed, you might say, if only for a relatively brief moment in time. Seems like a dream, my entire youth now, seems like a dream, like I wasn’t even there, but only watching, witnessing myself being young, it’s all so surreal now, reflecting back, & maybe that’s what all this adds up to in the end, just another dream.

Obviously, I have no idea, & I’m just thinking out loud as I type this up with no direction. Nope, the compass has just aimlessly spun in a circle this whole time, from the start of this random article, to the upcoming final word, followed closely by the final punctuation. Let’s go ahead & wrap this one up now, shall we? What did I write, what did I write?…ohhhhhhh let’s see what I spit out onto this digital notepad this round. Interesting, but whoops, already see a grammatical error that needs to be fixed. As a writer, you must, MUST, proofread your work. Wait until the article is done of course, then add your tags & categories, but before you add your illustrations, that’s when you proofread. That’s when I do my proofreading at least, & the reason I do it before I add my animations, is because the animations take up valuable space, & thus, they slow down the performance of the computer when I’m finishing up whatever article happens to be being composed at the time.

Okay, enough is enough…is enough. There will be another topic, another time, but for now, the time has come to wrap these up, & turn the main dish here, into fridge-bound leftovers. Maybe you’ll eat it, maybe you won’t, but hopefully you will, & share my fresh fish that I catch, clean, cut up, then iron chef serve up for you, with your friends and/or families. Do hast thou will, one reader or a million readers, means little to me. I’m so shadowbanned, that none of these countless hours of work I use up to compose these for you, means nothing. I don’t get paid, I cannot market myself, I can’t do a fucking thing really, not with all the restrictions I have. ALL across the ENTIRE Internet too, not just “The Big 4,” & definitely NOT just here, it’s the ENTIRE internet. The AI has me, has me dangling out of its pocket, much like a prison bitch might have to do. Just walk around all day holding the AI’s pocket, with ZERO ability to do anything else. I know, the analogy is disconcerting, to say the least, oh I know fo sho. Anyway, fuck it. I’m tired of talking about my exiling, & even more, I’m tired of living it. If THIS, this, is the highlight of the rest of my life, where’s the exit ramp? I’m done driving on this highway if there’s nothing more to see on the road I’m on. Until next time dear readers, if the road has become impassable, take the exit ramp & get off of it. So sayeth FisH™…🎣

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

“When you can no longer drive on the road, take the exit ramp.” Fish F Fish🎏

The Fooze: S4E25 4/25/2023 The Mockingbird Sings

ATTENTION: Open this up in full-site mode, get it?…got it?…IN FULL-SITE MODE, because if you view this in phone mode only, one, you miss out on all my widgets, my donation QR code, my upcoming events, all kinds of fun stuff, you miss ALL of that if you are NOT in full-site mode. Two, phone mode fucks up my animations, so they don’t loop at the right moment, & therefore, look like amateur-level crap, which as the artist, aggravates the bejesus outta me if my animations don’t loop like the Universe intended them to loop. I’m very meticulous about my ouroborian loops, meticulous to the point of a single keyframe to ensure the loops loop in proper looping loopishness, so that you never see the infamously dreaded “skip,” when the loop loops. I know, I know, perfection…the gift & the curse of the Creator in me, & even if it doesn’t matter to you, it matters to me, & as said Creator, I like to make sure that you, dear readers, see my art as I intend it to be seen, not how this WordPress site wants you to see it. Thus, before continuing, please make sure to click onto FULL-SITE MODE to view/read this article, as well as all my future articles. Unfortunately, WordPress STILL, for some reason, STILL cannot get the phone-mode to function appropriately properly(double adverb wizard). Hopefully, this fresh-out-the-oven GIF below , that I literally just made to illustrate this paragraph, works like it’s supposed to. 50/50 odds, red or black, what’s it gonna be Wordpuke? Sorry, I meant WordPress…(honk noise)…betting on black.

What to ramble about? Tucker Carlson? Nah, he’s all over the news, & the only thing I wanna say about that, is what are the odds that Don Lemon gets hosed on the same day? Two allegedly “opposing” news stations, two polar opposite ends of the proverbial spectrum, & on the SAME DAY, both get fired? That’s a bit weird, right?…or is it just me perhaps? I don’t know, & like I said at the beginning, I’m not going to go into this theatrical scripted narrative nonsense, & I’ll tell you why. I theorize, emphasis on THEORIZE, that maybe both, yes BOTH of them, work for the same shadowy group that pushes these orchestrated productions onto the public as if it was real news. Obviously, I’m still on the fence about Tucker, but Anderson Cooper worked/works for the CIA, so to presume he’s the only one, is just foolish. Click the link I left for you, and/or deep dive into the CIA connection to the mainstream fake news media. Maybe Operation Mockingbird never stopped? Maybe all of this Matrix-y, artificial zeitgeist rolling, is all via the CIA. If so, come talk to me CIA, so I can expose your corrupted soulless asses to the masses. Name the time, & I’ll be there, with bells on, as the expression goes.

Quite the distraction regardless, is it not? Let’s all click below & see what else might be being reported on by the Gateway Pundit, which incidentally, is only one of a small, & literal, handful, yes I said HANDFUL, of sites that actually offer real journalism…relatively, of course. There’s a ton of ads of their site, which is annoying, & kind of suspect to me, to be honest. Always gotta have the “money factor” involved somehow, don’t we, little mice? I’m not going to detail The Great Mouse Trap again right now though. Sweet baby Jesus knows I’ve illustrated the aforementioned Great Trap countless times here…about as ad nauseam as it gets. You know what to do though, if you still aren’t familiar, you can first, open up my site IN full-site mode, which it’ll already be in, if you’re checking this out on your laptop or desktop, but if you’re on your phone, depending on your phone, you’ll have to click a few things to get to full-site mode. Once you figure it out, then you’ll want to find my archives search query widget on the right side of my site…you’ll have to scroll down a bit, but I left everyone other various animations & widgets to entertain you as you scroll. Once you find it, type in anything, & I literally mean ANYTHING, & something will pop up for you. I have been very meticulous in this 5000ish page opus to make sure that every dive you dive, into the archive of archives, you’ll catch a fresh fish, dead or alive. Okay, I left the link to the Gateway Pundit below, so let’s scroll it together & see what we can find, shall we?

Click HERE or the image above to scroll along with FisH™, in your present real-time, but in my past. Kind of surreal, right? (cue the spooky score) 🍥

Let’s see…oh look, President Braindead Brandon is announcing his run for POTUS in 2024. What an embarrisngly pathetic joke to this country this demented kid-sniffing old pervert sociopath has been, continues to be, & will continue to be in the 2024 POTUS run. Mind-blowing, isn’t it? Obvious dementia & probably Alzheimer’s, worse by the day, still has a year & ½ left, & he has been told by his handlers to announce that he’s going to run for a 2nd term in 2024. Who knows?…everything is backwards & upside-down & inverted here in Clownworld, so maybe he’ll win, like I said, who knows? What if Trump wasn’t there, what if something happened to prevent Trump from flying in on a shimmering winged white horse with golden wings to save the entire world from the globalists he supposedly stands against? What would ½ of America do is their infamous #OrangeManBad was simply removed from the equation?

An event like that would be incredibly demoralizing, not to mention the utter hopelessness, & that’s what happens when you put all your orange eggs, into one orange basket, then expect that ONE orange man to stop all the chaos & destruction that your globalist overlord shadowplayers have orchestrated & executed flawlessly, without consequences, over & over & over & over again, & believe it or not, we’ve yet to see how far they will push beyond the boundaries of rationality. Why would they stop? Why would they hold back? Why wouldn’t they push FURTHER? There’s never any consequences for their malevolence, EVER, so why? The simple answer is that they most certainly will NOT stop, & will keep pushing & pushing & pushing, until they push their agenda through, one way or another.. Doesn’t really matter what I do and/or say, and/or write on & on about, preaching with my hands from my little digital pulpit here, & it doesn’t matter what you do either. There simply are not enough people to stand up & fight these “psychopathic elected elites,” as my friend says, & they play a different game. Their game, is power, simple, & our game, is the endlessly twisting & turning…the left, right, left, right, from birth to death, never looking forward for the exit, just ceaselessly running around The Great Mouse Trap, which you can also find if you deep dive into my archives.

Nonetheless, I left you with several links, & instead of going through the entire list of headlines, I’m going to wrap this up & leave you to DYOR, because I’m not doing all the work for you. What purpose would that serve if I just did all the work for you? Great question, thanks for asking, but I’m not going to answer that one, since you should be sharp enough by now to figure it out. How much SEO writing can I fart into your faces, before you plug your nose & go your own way, know what I mean? That one goes out to all these fucking employers that send me their AI-generated rejection letters, you vapid varmints. Yes, I know how to write in every style, & SEO writing is easy as fuck, but since I do it while simultaneously exposing TRUTH, they’re all scared to hire me. Not to mention, I am insanely shadowbanned, even on here, so maximizing my “search engine results,” doesn’t really work no matter what I do, does it? Nope, not gonna find anything I write at the top of any search query via the interwebs, thanks to the AI & the algorithms they use to keep thought criminals like me quietly tucked away in the digital gulag, where I’ve been for ohhhhhh…7ish years now. Yep, 7 long years in mown solitary cell in the virtual prison. Such a dissident I am, I suppose, right? Derp. B-O-O-H-O-O. No one fucking cares, as is par for my fish-eyed themed mini putt putt course here. No one knows, thus no one cares, & there’s another addition to my upcoming book, The Great Quote Hunt. More on that later. Until next time dear readers, do your own research for you, not for me. So sayeth FisH™…🎣

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

“Do your own research…for you, not for me.” Fish F Fish🎏

“No one knows me, thus no one cares about me.” Fish F Fish🎏

The Fooze: S4E12 4/12/2023 Traps

There’s so many traps, of various varieties, abounding in this modern-day Clownworld we’re all stuck in together, apparently. Where does one begin? First off, 99% of you are in The Great Mouse Trap, which I’ve rambled about ad nauseam, so look into my previous posts for more information about that; just type in “The Great Mouse Trap,” into my search bar on the right over there, if you’re viewing this is full-site mode. You can find it on your phone as well, but if you’re not viewing this site in full-site mode, you’re missing out, missing out on all my fun widgets that I meticulously have set up for all of you, dear readers. They make navigating my page not only easy, but fun as well. My uniquely authentic 2d/3d GIF animations give a certain kind of life to my compositions, illustrating them in a way that does in fact, give them “life,” so to speak, as they endlessly loop, around & around, analogous to the “round & around” nature of life, as we are all experiencing it anyway, here in this backwards-ass, upside-down timeline we’re currently trapped in. That’s the initial trap, the big trap, The Great Mouse Trap, & like I said at the start, 99% of us, YOU, & yours truly, are in it.

More traps await though, oh yes, traps everywhere, of all sorts. Bull traps in the respective monetary markets, social traps with the biased censoring of certain content creators, also including those who are bold enough to proclaim the TRUTH in a world based on lies, & what other traps? Traps by scammers, traps by proverbial used-car salesmen, & we can’t forget relationship traps, now can we? Oh yes, online dating has made relationships nothing but traps, on both sides, or rather, on all sides, since everyone gets to pick their own gender these days in this mental asylum society. Traps, traps, traps, & they’re literally everywhere, small traps designed to intentionally keep you running around The Great Mouse Trap…left, right, left, right, chase, chase, chase, run, run, run, gotta get that cheesbait fiat artificial paper money I-O-U currency, believing all the while that THAT, is the real current, the energy flow that keeps the zeitgeist moving, when in the real reality, it is most certainly NOT. Nope, the true energy flow, the true currency, as it were, has been hijacked, again, as I’ve reiterated ad nauseam, hijacked by that >1% who orchestrated & now rules over The Great Mouse Trap, keeping you all running around essentially chasing your tails, as the expression goes, while they exponentially gain more & more power for themselves, living like kings & queens, while all the little mice scamper about chasing scraps from their figuratively overflowing table of individual abundance.

Abundance for them, while they give you the illusion of UN-abundance, as there’s more than enough fossil fuels to last for thousands of years, more than enough food & water for EVERYONE, they just print money so why is that always an issue, can anyone answer that question? Yep, there’s WAY more than enough for everyone, but then the >1% in the Capstone Club at the tippy top of the power pyramid wouldn’t have their lives of endless luxury, now would they? 99% of us, of YOU, live a pseudo-life of debt-slavery, while they actually “live” like you can’t even imagine. Do you think they ever worry about bills? Or getting fired? Or putting food in the fridge? No, of course they don’t, but they keep the illusion going that you DO have to worry about these things, & so you do. We all do, because if we don’t, we’ll starve & die, & THAT is what most people say is “life,” & “that’s just the way it is,” & if you all have been keeping up, you’l know that’s my most despised public expression…”that’s just the way it is.” Derp, fucking cowards…I wish I could smack the shit outta ever weakling who gives into that notion, but apparently, “that’s just the way it is,” catering to mental patients, accepting The Great Mouse Trap as your own reality, making sure you’re always “trendy,” as if that is what defines how “cool” you are amongst a populous of starkly uniformed & compliant masses of asses. Way to go humanity, the future looks bright, with morons like you following the ways of idiots like Dylan Mulvaney, who I’d love to slap-splat off the mystery box like The Fresh Prince below.

Don’t blame me, YOU are accepting this, not me, for fuck’s sake. What have I done, other than write the truth, which I know, is verboten in Clownworld, but nonetheless, I stick to my guns, as the saying goes, both figuratively & literally, because that’s the ONLY thing left stopping these social engineers from completing the final phase of their agenda before the real depopulation comes. When it does, most of you are going to be fucked, fucked hard, right up your fat automatonic asses, & when you’re bent over, getting proverbially rogered up your rectal cavity, maybe it’ll finally hit you that damn, FisH™ was right all along, just like he was about everything else I’ve been labeled a “conspiracy theorist” for. Yep, threw me away into the digital gulag, for memes, exiled me from the virtual town square, for memes, made it so no one can see and/or hear me anymore via the interwebs, for memes, & why would they do that? Wouldn’t be because I’m always right over the target, would it? Can’t have any plebs showing the other plebs what’s really going on, oh no no no, that simply won’t do, so we’ll just erase you, as if you don’t even exist, you & your memes into oblivion, just a ghost in a machine, as they say. That’s what happens to thought-criminal dissidents in this Orwellian pre-dystopian hell we’re all stuck in together it seems. Fuck it though, right? No one listens to me, & my traffic is less than Sunday traffic at 4:00 in the morning, as in barely a car on the road anywhere. They took me from thousands of views to around 30, if I’m lucky, & that’s on HERE. Thanks a lot WordPress, & thanks to the other big tech twats, all the same AI-centered apparatus, & a big thanks to all the potential employers who skip my meticulously well-worded resumes that keep getting rejected like the fat kids in a game of dodgeball, simply out of fear, fear of hiring an un-filtered, proverbial working man’s writer, like yours truly, who will NEVER bend the knee, & NEVER cater to a mob of mentally ill programmed dipshits who are about as clueless as a rat in a snakepit. Nope, the only thing this FisH™ abides is the TRUTH, because fuck your feelings, facts matter, & the TRUTH is the TRUTH. Period.

On that note, I’m going to wrap this Wednesday Foozer up. Hopefully, at least one of my 30 viewers/readers learned a little something today, maybe something about fear, or compliance, or being stuck in a seemingly unescapable trap. You know, if we all got together for one day, ONE day, ALL of us, MILLIONS of us, & we ALL refused to comply at once, we could shut these fuckers at the top of the aforementioned power pyramid down. ONE day, & you know what day would be perfecto for that? Great question, thanks for asking. That ONE day would be tax day, which is coming in only a few days. I added a widget for it on the right of my site there, which you’ll see if you’re viewing this in full-site mode. Incidentally, PLEASE read this in full-site mode; you get SO much more out fo my site from full-site mode, because phone-only mode doesn’t look anything like full-site mode, & it hinders my ability for potentially new readers to see the full spectrum of what all I do here, & thus, be more inclined to come back to read more. Not to mention, there’s a donate button over there, where I take donations via PayPal, & since the Capstone Club grabbed me by my own flicking mousey tail, & shook out everything I had, everything I worked so hard for, all of my life savings, my resources, ALL of it, they just shook me by the tail until it all fell out, like a shoplifter in San Franshitsco, then threw me back into The Great Mouse Trap with nothing, other than my own gifts of writing, which obviously, no one can ever take away unless they kill me or take away my glasses. Not really the glasses part, but it’s an Easter egg for my cleverest of readers, if you check out the GIF below. Nonetheless, good luck to these corrupt alphabet agencies on that one, but just in case I ever get silenced, as many thought-criminal dissidents do, FisH™ did NOT kill himself, should I ever end up being found dead somewhere under “unusual” circumstances. Get it? Got it? Good .

Didn’t you know, that’s what tyrannical communist regimes do to us thought-criminal dissidents, & trust me, by now the AI most DEFINITELY has a folder for me, a special folder labeled, “EatAllYourFish,” with details that read something like: Meme maker, interfered with 2016/2020 elections by making animations that we found to be unacceptable, avid writer who exposes our nefarious agenda daily, openly calls out degenerate mental patients like trannies & queers & kid-sniffing pseudo-presidents, also openly calls out the blatantly stolen 2020 election, as well as the fraudsters who orchestrated it, & is certainly NOT afraid of these rogue weaponized alphabet agencies like the FBI, DOJ, & the CIA who disrespectively utilize the fake news mainstream media to push their scripted narratives in order to steer the zeitgeist in a way that benefits themselves, while leaving us 99%ers out to dry. They all amount to traitors, & should be treated accordingly. Does that sum it up? What do you think, do I qualify to be an ultra-based, red-pilled thought criminal? By the way, you alphabet agencies & your big tech cohorts can all eat big bags of big black cocks. How about that?…& if I could, I tell you right to your evil, soulless, beady-eyed fucking faces you scumfuck traitorous pieces of shit. Sold your own country out for power, sold your souls, so when you all meet your Maker, I hope it was worth it, which it won’t be since I’m being facetious, so good luck in hell ya fuckin fucks.

Nonetheless, I must wrap this one up, yet another essay, as is par for the green grass of my all-3-par golf course of truth here. One white ball after another, THWACK, with my driver, just thwack, thwack, thwack smacking those little truth orbs as far as I can, always aiming for the aces, so as many people see as is possible from my solitary cell, here in the digital gulag. I can only do so much, but I still DO, because I’m a creator, not a destroyer, like the so-called “leader”s you allow to lead you, leading you to your own ultimate destruction, but I digress. Until next time dear readers, if you’re going to drive balls of truth, use a good driver, hit them as far as you can, & for the sake of humanity, NEVER stop swinging that club. So sayeth FisH™…🎣

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

“If you’re going to drive the truth, drive it all the way home, & never stop swinging that club.” Fish F Fish 🎏

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The Fooze: S3 E30 3/30/2023 Prompted

Daily writing prompt
What’s something most people don’t understand?

Great question, thanks for asking. Where does one begin to answer this question? Sticking with my usual themes, most people do not understand that there are two different worlds we live in. Although they are different, they’re divergent, but how? Our world, the world of the plebs, is The Great Mouse Trap, which I’ve discussed ad nauseam. Their world, however, is to keep the mice running around the maze, chasing that cheesebait fiat paper money, while they exponentially accumulate more & more power for themselves & their respectively verminous ilk. How does it feel to know that you, yes YOU, are a mouse, & YOU, are stuck in a labyrinthian maze that YOU cannot escape? Oh, make no mistake, yours truly is stuck in the aforementioned trap as well. The difference between you & I is that I know where the exits are, & although I know where they are, I can’t get out either, but I can point the way for all of you, if you have the will, the courage, & most importantly, the means to free yourselves from this insidiously sinister trap we’re all stuck in.

The will & the courage to get out are relatively easy, when compared to the means. What sort of means does one need to get out? Well, by means, I mean that first, ironically, you need that cheesebait fiat paper money that you chase in the maze, only you need a lot, A LOT, like 7 figures a lot, & that isn’t all. Once you escape, the mazekeepers will try to get you by your proverbial tail, little mouse, & shake you until all of your cheesebait currency is drained. Fiat paper money is NOT the real currency, it’s artificial, & has replaced the natural currency of the zeitgeist. Let’s define what currency means, as it relates to the zeitgeist. Currency, is the flow of energy that keeps the zeitgeist rolling, & the natural current, is meant to come from the passions of human beings to create for the collective benefit of the respective cultures they belong to. Your so-called leaders however, have hijacked the zeitgeist, replacing the natural current with this concept of money, & thus, we all exist in a world that is powered by the energy of a pseudo-currency. Bartering used to be the way of the zeitgeist, the NATURAL way, but like I said, these elitist scumbags have replaced natural bartering with endless I-O-Us, that they relentlessly print for themselves, while making 99% of the world run around in The Great Mouse Trap they’ve created, busting their asses for scraps.

Anyway, before I rant on & on as usual, I’m going to wrap this article up, since I am writing this from work, where I have to “earn” my cheesebait bi-weekly taxed paycheck. Thanks WordPress for the daily writing prompt…not that I need one, because I can illustrate anything with my uniquely authentic wordsmithery, but I digress. Until next time dear readers, find the exit, & get out, if you have the will, the courage, & the means. So sayeth FisH…🎣

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

“Find the exit, & get the fuck out.” Fish F Fish🎏

The Fooze: S3 E26 3/26/2023 Flushing

Sunday again…man these weeks fly by, it’s so insane, isn’t it? Certainly, I am NOT alone noticing this, am I? I don’t think I am, because I have a fancy-fingered friend that agrees with me. “Friday to Friday,” he says, & damn if he isn’t right over the target. He doesn’t seem to miss much these days; I drop red pills his way like Pez, & he returns the favor with his own 3-headed cow shots, so I’ll give him real proper credit for the agreement that the 4th temporal dimension of time is NOT just seeming to go faster as we age, it actually IS going faster. I’ve mentioned the analogy of the flushing toilet several times in prior posts, but it’s not just for imagery’s sake, since the 4d time spiral operates, for lack of a better word, like a flushing toilet. Faster & faster, as the spiral tightens, faster & faster, until the logs you dropped off at the porcelain pool SWOOSH away, into the hole at the end of the spiraling. What if it’s a black hole, causing the time spiral to speed up until IT flushes itself too? Wouldn’t that be crazy? Time moves faster & faster until all of us, the planet, the Sun, the entire solar system, until we get SWOOSHED too, as the black hole gobbles us all up. “Where would we go?” I say to myself. Where do YOU think we go? What could be on the other side?

Does the inside become the outside again? Is it Ouroboroscious, time eating its own tail as the end becomes the beginning, only to become the end again someday? Remember, time itself is only relative as we know it from our 3d perception, & we barely even “know” anything about anything at all, do we? Nope, humans, myself definitely included, are dumb as fuck, but hang on…don’t get mad at me just yet. I say we’re dumbasses, MYSELF INCLUDED, because the powers-that-be have hijacked the zeitgeist, filling human minds with endlessly senseless broadcast programming to keep us from knowing our true power. If we had our true power, we wouldn’t need them, now would we? Trust me, they know this though, which is why they do all they can to suppress us, to keep us docile, to only let us learn what they say we can learn, to make us fat, so we’re too lazy & slow to do anything productive other than work at some ridiculous job we hate for slave wages. They’re poisoned the food, the water, the air, the public education system, the workforce, the government, the military, essentially the entire world, you could say, has been envenomated with this cancer they’ve created. Yes, your so-called leaders are a malevolently malignant cancerous mass, & at this point, I fear the cancer is too widespread & out of control to be stopped, much less eradicated.

Anyway, back to the flushing time toilet, because as I write this in my present, then you read it in my past, the spiral loops & loops, faster & faster, coiling up, toward what though? Great question, thanks for playing. To be honest, & obviously, I don’t have a fucking clue. If I did, I’d clue you all in, but like I said, I have no idea really, & everything I think about it is speculation. Can’t find the truth without speculating on the truth first. I’m gonna have to quote that one. Yep, dat rando fish-ism be a keepa fo sho(in some made-up tropical-islandian accent). I have a fun little book of quotes I’m putting together, & have quite a few now, but I digress, as usual. Let’s see here, where was I? I wrote half of this then got distracted, & now several hours later, I’ve lost the frequency I had previously dialed into. Maybe adjust the dial a bit…static, static, some savagely extremest Christian preacher screaming about God, no that won’t do, static, static, Mexican radio, nope, keep turning, static, static, hang on, BOOM, the flushing toilet of time station, got it, a bit to the right, & there it is, clean frequency. Oh yeah, the hole, so what’s in this hole? You know the hole, the hole that drains the toilet, but as it relates to the 4th dimension of time, if time, particularly spacetime as we know it, is in fact an ever-acceleratingly tightening spiral, sucking into its own hole, per se, what is THAT hole?

A toilet hole is just the pipe that sucks the poopoos & peepees & soiled toilet paper into the sewer, then to a water processing plant, then after the water has been purified, it comes right back to fill up that toilet you just flushed, analogous to the Ouroboros, is it not? Now clearly, we have to draw a line in the similarities, right, or do we? Maybe WE are the poopoos & peepees & soiled toilet paper getting flushed, right now in real time, circling round & round, down down down, sucking down into the great hole of mystery. I mentioned earlier that perhaps it’s a black hole, the one in the center of our galaxy, & since scientists can STILL only theorize what is actually there, we have no way to truly know unfortunately, now do we? Some say it’s a black hole, some say it’s The Galactic Central Sun. If it’s a “central sun,” it’s fucking huge, YUGE, like insanely massive, almost unfathomable how big it is, but since most people seem to constantly underestimate just how big space itself actually is, they just see the images of galaxies from our space telescopes & think little of it. I’d wager most of the populous never thinks of space beyond looking up at the night sky occasionally. Nonetheless, we are tiny, teeny weeny tiny teeny, arguably at an sub-atomic level compared to the size of not only the Universe, not just our own Milky Way galaxy, but even in our own little solar system, we are so fucking small, just quarks in meat suits. Isn’t it surreal how we can use microscopes to see things that to us, are incredibly small, but if you zoom out the other way, WE become the aforementioned “incredibly small” particles. Wanna see just how small & big we are at the same time? Check out this video below I linked for you, dear readers. The FisH™ abides, & you know this.

Cool video, right? My favorite part is that when the zoom is fully out, & we can see the Universe as one big mass, it looks EXACTLY like the synapses in our own brains. Maybe our brains are their own Universes, & we live in the brain of some entity that exists in a higher spatial dimension, could that be true? If it were true, it would be an entity from the 8th dimension, or perhaps the 13th, but sadly, we can never know from this 3rd dimension we are all currently stuck in. It’s impossible actually, which only amplifies how incredibly small we are in all aspects. That’s right, we are just tiny little meat puppets, with an equally tiny fractional consciousness. I could keep going with this topic, as any of regular readers know.

Oh yes, I could write 10000 pages about the smallness of humanity, & another 10000 pages about humanity’s ignorance & disturbing lack of humbleness of their respectively tiny sizes. Oh the complaints, the incessant whining, the loud-mouthed programming, the exaggerated -isms, you’re all so important, right? The Universe so vast, revolves around something so pathetically insignificant as yourself, & so many of you not only believe that, you exist accordingly. Me me me me me, mine mine mine mine mine, whine whine whine whine whine, the redundant complaints & bitching about your egocentrically obnoxious lives, especially in Clownworld. Modern 4th wave women, beta twerp simp males, & self-absorbed homosexuals, just bitch machines. Leave your complaints with the manager & shut the fuck up already. Sick of fucking hearing it from every God-damned direction it seems like. Obviously, not directing this at anyone specifically, because I’m speaking proverbially, & if you have a solid grasp on your own critical-thinking skills, you understand the YOU that I’m referring to. I admit, we’ve all been self-centered at times, but this modern-day LARPing, ugh, it’s an entire pseudo-lifestyle that revolves around “self.” What the fuck makes YOU so special, any & all & none of you? What do you do that implies everyone else bend the knee to you, & kiss your smelly ass? See Tik-Tok for examples, or just click the cringy link I left.

Okay, before I go off the rails with more ramblous rambling, I’m gonna end this Sunday Foozeronay. Yikes, what a terrible display of garbage alliteration, sheesh. Regardless, until next time dear readers, remember you small you really are, & how vast your consciousness can be, but you can’t let your smaller self get caught up in your higher self. So sayeth FisH™…🎣

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

Don’t let your smaller self, get caught up in your higher self.” Fish F Fish🎏

The Fooze: S3 E19 3/19/2023 Incoming

I’m gonna try my best to keep this Foozer short, but as always, I’ll probably ramble on into another Tangentville essay of sorts. What can I say about the week upcoming…other than that it could potentially be an exceptionally dynamic week for the world. I use double-adverbs like a boss incidentally, but I digress. Anyway, apparently this week is going to be all about the supposed “Trump arrest,” coming on Tuesday…again, SUPPOSEDLY. I’ll believe it when I see it. Honestly, at this point, I don’t know what Trump’s deal really is? I think he’s on the other side though, & has always been unfortunately. I know, I know, no one wants to hear that, & the MAGA crowd are putting all of their faith in this one man, ONE MAN, to take on the powers-that-be to save the world. Kind of sounds like a cult, doesn’t it? Geez, what a “divide” your so-called leaders have successfully accomplished, left & right, hard left, hard right, not much in between. Of course, they are NOT the same. The left is totally gone, GONE, none of these rainbow-haired leftists are coming back, & no one on the right is going to turn to the left, do you see what’s happening here? Left, right, left, right, like you’re running through a maze, isn’t it? Well, that’s because YOU ARE; you are trapped in The Great Mouse Trap, & 99.99% of you don’t even know it. In fact, if I wasn’t here reinforcing my own analogy of said Great Mouse Trap, no one would even be making this connection in their own respective minds. Not to mention, since I only get a handful of views a day, essentially NO ONE integrates The Great Mouse Trap and/or the power game the elites play amongst themselves, while they keep all of you running through the maze, left, right, left, right…oh, speaking of my views, check this out:

These are my yearly stats. Notice how much traffic I had before these big tech censorship squads starting squashing everyone who wasn’t bending the knee to their tyranny. Oh yes, they got me here too, & clearly I’m STILL being shadowbanned. THE PURGE IS VERY REAL. It’s fucking ridiculous, but they will never break me. I’m not changing the words I use and/or the way I utilize my own unique literary language to appease these clowns. Is it actual people doing the shadowbanning, or is it the AI? I think it started as actual people, but over the last few years, they’ve integrated the AI into their algorithms to such an extent, that I’d wager there’s no actual people doing the censoring any longer. Nope, it’s all AI now, & with the advent of AI software like ChatGPT, guess what? My black ass is about to be out of a job, even though this isn’t a job per se, I just do it to do it, & I have never made a single penny form the thousands of pages of drivel I’ve spewed out. Nonetheless, if a potential employer is using AI to bang out articles in mere moments, what the fuck would they need actual writers like me for?

Not just writers either; video producers, meme makers, news reporters, service jobs, assembly jobs, even doctors & lawyers, all replaced by AI. The AI is advancing so fast, arguably exponentially, so it’s only a matter of time before I get replaced, you get replaced, we ALL get replaced, which is all part of their Agenda 2030 plan. Once they are confident that most jobs can be taken care of by the AI apparatus they are building as we speak, humans will no longer serve a purpose for them, so they’re just going to eliminate most of us. Could be a pandemic, a REAL one, where people actually drop dead upon or shortly after infection. Could be war, a global nuclear war, which would effectively kill many people, as well as vaporize most of them to avoid the cleanup process. Hard to clean up 7 billion bodies, so best to just vaporize them with nukes and/or energy weapons. Hard to speculate into a future where the end goal of your so-called leaders is to eliminate all of us, know what I mean? Remember though, as I’ve said countless times, this is THEIR plan, not mine. THEIR agenda, not mine. I’m simply trying to expose it, expose the TRUTH, so people can prepare as best they can for the day when it all goes sideways. Obviously, I do not want this future, but like I said, this is THEIR plan, & it’s very REAL, & they’re doing these things right now, in real-time. Their game is NOT our game, & their game is much more sinister than even I am illustrating. This evil goes DEEP, so deep, & like a cancer, it has plagued most if not all of these elitist globalists, as well as trickled down through the descending levels of power positions. The “fish rotting from the head down,” that classic quip. Check out the video below, while it’s still up, unless it has already been hosed by Youtube. Grace is a gem, very thorough, & after you watch this, if you still doubt me or what I am exposing for all of you, maybe go to Starbucks, get yourself a grande soy latte, & honk your ignorant ass off of a cliff. This game of theirs is dead serious, pun intended, & the road to 2030 is going to be like a road to hell, particularly for those who are utterly ignorant of this snowballing hijacked zeitgeist.

Damnit, I have not only gone much longer than planned, I went off-topic again, but only a bit off-topic, because this all connects. The crap they broadcast via the fake news mainstream media is theatre. Just a show, & sadly, after years of naively assuming Trump was on our side, I have come to the conclusion that he in the same club the rest of them are, the Capstone Club atop the pyramid. It’s unavoidable I think, when you reach a certain level of wealth & power, apparently they all turn, because they have some awareness of something 99.99% of us do not. I wish I knew their secret, it actually angers me that I do not know. I HATE being played, & we’re ALL being played, because to them, we are just sheep, a herd to be herded. There’s us, then there’s them, the people-herders, the social engineers, & when the cameras turn off, I wonder if they all party together, laughing until they piss themselves about the things they do to us. I don’t know if that’s 100% true, & I most definitely do NOT want it to be, but at this stage of the game, it appears to me that there is NO ONE who definitively wants to help us peasants. Help us all to the proverbial slaughterhouse maybe, but other than that, nope, just deliver energized speeches that mean nothing, promises that mean nothing, just a car salesman trying to sell everyone a lemon.

The problem here is that ½ the country are holding up their auction fingers to buy that lemon. After all of the chaos these corrupt politicians have created in 2+ years, essentially destroying the country, outrageous inflation along with unprecedented money-printing, supply chain breakdowns, “random” train derailments, flash mobs, no jobs, wages down even though inflation up, on & on & on, I mean use your fucking eyes, they have almost COMPLETELY destroyed what Trump allegedly created, but perhaps that was the plan all along? People seem to forget who got the pseudo-vaccine for Covaids pushed through to distribute out to the public, which amounts to a mass-poisoning, as the jab has proved useless and actually now is killing people. TRUMP did that, not these idiot democrats who were taking credit for it before these “side effects’ started occurring en masse. Yes, I was doing great under Trump, only to lose everything I had a year after the Biden regime stole the election & crashed the economy, costing investor BILLIONS of dollars. We get hosed, while they keep printing money to give to themselves, see how that works? Works for THEM, but not for us of course. They do not care, because like I said earlier, to them we are just cattle. What good is a rich cow to them? Same difference as every other dozy cow. No to mention, these people-herders are centuries deep with their game…it goes back to the Roman times in fact, 2000 years of elitism via population control, always a them & us. The herders & the herded. People say, “that’s just how it is,” but I say, “Why? Why does it have to be? Fuck them. Why the fuck do I need a “leader? Why do we need these “leaders?”

We don’t, but since they’ve cleverly convinced the masses that we do, for hundreds of years now, then sure, it does appear like that IS “just the way it is.” Nope, not for me anyway, & I could care less if I’m utterly alone with my own sense of sovereign personal freedom. Fuck them & fuck you if you comply with this crap. It’s NOT right, & it does NOT have to be “just the way it is.” If only we could all unite somehow, unite as ONE, ONE 7-billion person macro-organism to break away from their Katamarian societal bowling ball, evolving into something new, standing strong together against this tiny minority of globalist scum that have hijacked the zeitgeist to control the world. I cannot emphasize how abysmally sinister their game is either. Fuckin hell, it’s as if there’s no escape, no way out of The Great Mouse Trap. Perhaps some “event” will come, some kind of truly Divine black swan event, maybe call it a white swan event, where something random comes that has positive results for the people, rather than another malevolently random event that shoves all of our faces deeper into their stinking shit-pit, destroying any/all will that We The People have left to fight them. Long game, that’s THEIR game, while everyone stays focused on this illusory short game, chasing that cheese-bait fiat money left, right, left, right, endlessly through the labyrinthian Great Mouse Trap, paycheck to paycheck. See how that works?

Okay, the time has come once again to wrap this Sunday Foozer up. Until next time, dear readers, stay EXCEPTIONALLY mindful of the week ahead. The time will come when things change fast, & if you are not mindful, you won’t make it. “Just the way it is,” right? Only if YOU allow it to be. So sayeth FisH™…🎣

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

“If you lack mindfulness, you won’t make it out alive.” Fish F Fish🎏