Oh man, if you are the kind of person that likes to stay on top of the zeitgeist, catching REAL breaking news before it breaks, YOU need to read the article linked above. Before you do though, be sure to subscribe to the Louder With Crowder channel on Rumble, because YouTube is almost as disturbingly gay as that chick, Audrey Hale, who shot up a school in Nashville, Tennessee, & now guess who’s getting the blame? The trans community? No. Psych meds? No. ONE person’s lone lunacy? NO. They’re blaming guns, & Christians, & the patriarchy, & homo-transphobes, & those crazy white supreme pizzas of course. Yep, as if on queue, blaming everything & everyone except the psychopathic bitch with a murderous intent. I mean seriously, IT IS ASTOUNDING seeing these liberal lunatics going berserker mode over this, arguably even blaming the dead children, & yikes have the social media posts from them been so utterly atrocious, it’s revolting. When will enough be enough be enough from these beta twerp buzzword-programmed freaks? Yes, FREAKS, the LGBTQ community, including their supporters, is riddled with degenerates, pedos, & mental patients, seemingly more-so, rather than less-so. I don’t see any of them denouncing what their comrades are doing, do you?
Anyway, not here to rant about the societal AIDS know as the LGBTQ community, I’m here to expose what these utterly-corrupted scumbag politicians are trying to sneak into the “Tik-Tok banning bill,” as it is allegedly ascribed to be. Oh wait, it seems it’s NOT really about banning Tik-Tok, it’s a bill that will basically be like the Patriot Act, except it’s for the Internet. Senate Bill 686, eerily close to 666, nothing weird there, but this bill has details in the proverbial fine print that give this rogue regime the power to come after ANYONE who posts content that THEY deem to be “inappropriate.” What might that entail? Great question, thanks for asking. That would mean yours truly, could be in that category. Why?…because I report the God-damned TRUTH, & in this increasingly tyrannical country, that’s soon to be verboten, apparently. Anyone else who writes about the truth, and/or makes memes that might hurt some pussy’s feelings, and/or makes videos that aren’t abiding the “community guidelines,” are going to be rounded up in the game category as myself. Sound familiar? Rounding up those who do not abide the will of the State? If not, try a history book instead of jerking off in your mom’s basement.
What do I, as a sovereign human being, say to these corrupt politicians pushing this insanely Orwellian bill? How about GO FUCK YOURSELVES? How about BRING IT BITCHES? How about I WILL NEVER BEND THE KNEE TO YOU PIG-FARM SWINE? Be sure to spell my name right on the warrants you pieces of shit. It’s B-L-O-W(space)M-E…got it? If only armed Americans could unify & simply remove this cancer that has infected our country so deeply, that by now, said cancer could be terminal. Not being hyperbolic either, because at this rate, there’s no way we’re going to make it to 2024. The true death of a nation, & even if we do, I personally believe it’s foolish for anyone to believe that ONE man, that dastardly hashtag #OrangeManBad man, the infamous Donald J. Trump, is going to somehow save not only the country, but the entire world from the agenda these shadowplayer Deep State globalists are unleashing on the world right now in real-time, at the behest of their minions. That’s a lot of eggs to put into one orange basket, just saying. Might wanna leggo your eggo, because the cult of Trump is still a cult, don’t forget that, particularly if you’re still in it 1000%. What would they do if something were to happen to him?
Nonetheless, I left several links in this article for all of you, & for none of you at all. Information is power, but so is an army, & unfortunately the same fuckwads pushing this malapropismic “bi-partisan” bill, are the ones with an actual military at their command. Would they use it on their own citizens? Of course they would, they WANT to, & these morons on the left are so far-gone, that they’ll be the first ones lined up, because that’s how it REALLY goes in Communist shithole countries. Again, read a history book. I know, I know…facts & history, like kryptonite to the legion of programmed NPC foot soldiers, who spend their days angry & rageful…grrrrrr…rage, rage, rage…the projection is staggering, & that’s why they’re all so fugly. Fugly people with fugly energy that act like fugly fuglies. It’s so gross…ugh, just rotten, nasty, disgusting people, & if any of their buzzwords get triggered…REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE…honk honk honking like a clown car off a cliff, but I digress, as usual. Until next time dear readers, don’t be fugly, just be free. So sayeth FisH™…
For all of you, & for none of you at all…
“Information is power, but so is an army.” Fish F Fish
Unfortunately the world has lost a fancy-fingered gem of a musician, the great Burt Bacharach. Yes, at the young age of 94, sadly he has pushed his final piano key. The first of three, maybe, as these things happen in “threes,” as the proverbial they say, so who might be next? Fun game to play with friends, when a “person of note” dies, you try & guess who the next two in line will be. Kind of morbid, sure, but it’s just a part of life, is it not? Hmmm, I smell a quote in there somewhere…something kind of oxymoronic perhaps? Life is death, death is life, Finkel is Einhorn, doot-doodoot-doodoot…what can I do with that? Let’s see, how about, “Embrace death as you embrace life, as every ending is a new beginning,” …something along those lines, but not that exact quote. It’s…”incomplete,” you might say, so I’ll ponder it as I write, & maybe give you a solid quote at the end of this Friday Foozer. Or maybe I’ll just let Burt quote me out on this one, we’ll see at the end. Fridays to Fridays, like nights to days nowadays, the progression of the flushing toilet of 4d time progresses ever faster it seems.
It was 1972 now over FIFTY years ago, wow, it’s just incredible, this whole 4d time thing, the Great Time Spiral, pulling 3d “forward,” forward into the future, so surreal, isn’t it? Check out this link before I continue on about times past. This is a TV special from 1972, featuring the late Burt Bacharach. Notice how amazingly different it was back then, where do I begin? Well, technically, after this video below, that’s where I’ll “begin,” but I meant figuratively, where does one begin when they try to illustrate the stark differences between 1972 & 2023? Like 2 totally different worlds, but nope. Same world I think, but maybe we jumped timelines into Clownworld, I don’t know, but my oh my, how times change, as this collective macroorganism evolves/devolves into…into…drats, I wish I knew, as it’s metamorphosis is ongoing in real-time, the chrysalis clown in its clown-car cocoon, can you hear the cacophony of nose-horns? Honk honk honk…honk…
👇🏻ROLL THE CLIP👇🏻
Well how about that? A televised show showing people who can show you their respectively individual ACTUAL talent, as opposed to the grossly talentless manufactured productions they broadcast “for the kids” nowadays. Have you seen the new Disney cartoon? If not, get out from under your rock & catch-up, ya uninformed tomato. Ready for another gem? Let’s see what Matt Walsh has to say, with a preview of this ridiculous animated cartoon FOR KIDS. As an animator, & someone who can reason out the MILLIONS of dollars that were invested in hiring animators, script writers, producers, directors, voice actors, on & on & on, all for this bullshit below, it makes me sick. This is being broadcast to KIDS, keep that in mind as you watch, & think about the cartoons you used to watch. Still remember the catch phrases don’t you? Keep that in mind as well. Ok, here we go…
👇🏻ROLL THE CLIP👇🏻
“SLAVES BUILT THIS COUNTRY!!” …repeated over & over, & kids being the sponges they are, are soaking all this up & integrating it into their developing brains. It’s so utterly sickening, so dark, so sinister, gah, & they just keep pushing. Apparently, they’re getting a lot of backlash for this racist production, but if it’s racism against whites, nope, shhhh…move along, & despite the widespread online criticism, it won’t change a thing, & Disney is going to keep doing this. It’s not he first time they’ve injected their “woke garbage into children’s programming, so why would it be the last? RAH RAH RAH…RABBLE RABBLE RABBLE…sure, there’s going to be the “backlash,” but they don’t care. Do you understand? THEY DO NOT CARE. #WhiteManBad is the hashtag buzz-phrase that people of color who buy into this ridiculousness live by. Whatever the issue, #WhiteManBad, but I have facts, fuck you #WhiteManBad. The “white man is bad,” so “oppressive,” …derp. Apparently, now it is to the point that kids can be openly indoctrinated via publicly televised children’s programming with these horrible themes, CRT ideologies such as, “SLAVES BUILT THIS COUNTRY!!” …get the fuck outta here with this already. My ancestors weren’t even here, but I’m white, so what happens now? Fucking morons, round & round with the REEEEEE-cisms, until they get paid, which is really all they want, money. How sad, all the “civil rights” strife, all just about money, & power of course. Ask BLM.
Anyway, so that grossly inappropriate catchphrase, “SLAVES BUILT THIS COUNTRY!!”…yeah, that’s going to be stuck with these unfortunate kids forever now…FOREVER. Hell, it’s even stuck in my head now, & I’m in my 40s, so imagine the kids, these innocent CHILDREN, being programmed by viciously malevolent adults, to grow up thinking this country was in fact, “built by slaves.” First of all, it wasn’t, as Matt Walsh states right from the get-go, & second, WHAT THE FUCK are you “woke” dunces at Disney thinking with this OBVIOUS agenda? Seriously, WE ALL KNOW, we all know you’re degenerate racist pedos, & you should all be hung by the neck until DEAD, DEAD, DEAD. This “agenda’ is so sinister, ugh, THESE ARE KIDS FOR FUCK’S SAKE. I don’t even have any kids, & I this infuriates me, so I can only imagine how parents feel. Well, at least the parents who are aware, & I know there’s many a parent out there who is NOT aware, NOT informed, & so they just stick their fatherless kids in front of the television all day to be programmed, programmed by the “woke agenda.” No one ever mentions the parents incidentally, usually no father-figure, so they always go after Disney, or whoever else they can blame OTHER THAN the parent/s. Then you can argue that the breakdown of the nuclear family plays into this future catastrophe as well, but I won’t digress into that topic, as I’ve already segued off from the title up there, the RIP to old Burt. Maybe that’s all, all “the world needs now…is love, sweet love. That’s the only thing, that there’s just too little of.”
Well, we will miss you Burt, but you made it to 94 ya crooner, & what a life, so many songs, in so many heads, after riding in so many elevators, which is the only place you might hear a Burt Bacharach ditty. I jest, I jest, he was great, very talented, as are many Jews from that era who hail from Queens. It’s an interesting phenomenon, all these famous Jews from Queens from the 1920s to the 1960s, there was a Renaissance of sorts, maybe it had something to do with World War 2, I don’t know, & NO, NO NO NO NO NO it’s NOT anti-Semitic to ask questions like this…sheesh. “Why are so many talented people from Queens in the golden age of media Jewish?” How the fuck is that anti-Semitic? It’s simple curiosity, & many of them are very talented, & I respect their respective talents, I just find it odd that there are so many from that specific area that go on to find fame & fortune. That’s all, don’t throw me to the “you’re a Nazi” wolves over it. The proverbial eggshells are all broken, so I’m just gonna walk like I always do, one foot in front of the other, & if it bothers any of you, this pseudo-bigotry you delude yourselves into believing is real, then maybe kick rocks…& go on a long uphill hike, up a mountain, the highest mountain, to the highest peak, look up at the beautiful blue sky, & the fluffy white clouds, close your eyes, then jump you lemmings. How bout them apples?
Free speech is FREE speech, period..& “hate speech,” is just a liberal myth, part of the socially-engineered indoctrination agenda, like most of the buzzwords they regurgitate as they puke their word vomit all over the place. SO OVER IT. Anyway enough of the ranting, as that’s gonna do it for today’s daily Foozer. Until next time, I’ll leave a video of one of Burt’s greatest hits below. No FisH™quote today, I’ll let Burt fill in the gaps on this one. So pour a glass, light a smoke, eat a pancake, & enjoy the music of the late Burt Bacharach below. Rip sir. Travel well to your next destination. Hey, that’s not bad, I’ll do quote, AND Burt below, how about that, dear readers? Sound good?(pin intended) …& I’m out. So sayeth FisH™🎏
For all of you, & for none of you at all.
“Travel well to your next destination.” ~Fish F Fish🎣
What in the world is going on with the chicken factory fires? Sheesh, it’s a real-time chicken holocaust. Not just chickens either, OVER 100 food processing plants over the last year or so, up in flames, yet no one seems to be investigating these mysteriously random fires, at least not publicly, why? What is the reason for all these “random” fires? Egg prices are though the roof, in case you hadn’t noticed and/or aren’t an egg eater. Could it be the vegan horde doing this? No, no I don’t think so, I think it’s a bigger, more sinister agenda behind this. What could that agenda be? No idea, maybe chicken eggs prevent the Covaids jab from causing blood clots? Not saying they do, just openly speculating as I type & you read. If that were the case, it would be limited to just egg-laying chickens, right? It can’t be though, there’s all types of food processing plants burning down, so what else could it be? Hmmm, this is a tough egg to crack, isn’t it? (lame pun intended)
Oof, here’s a headline from YESTERDAY, & it looks like it’s a “total loss” at this seafood processing plant. WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?? This is ridiculous, are the globalist overlords paying their foot soldiers to commit arson, burning down all these food-processing plants, is that what’s going on? Gah, I don’t know, but I wish I did, so I could tell all of you deterministically why this is happening. Other than a new headline every other day though, NO ONE seems to be investigating and/or doing any serious reporting about this. Why? It’s not like people would NOT want to know why these fires keep occurring , so why is this not being nationally reported with more fervor? So many questions, with answers buried in haystacks. The Gateway Pundit (click link to view), is the ONLY source of daily news I go to before I stepping-stone it from there to other random sites, & I only give them around 80% credit for “real news.” Sometimes a story sneaks its way in there that has questionable merit, but for the most part, it’s reliable for your daily dose of the news that the fake news MSM won’t report. I haven’t heard a peep from those narrative-pushing puppet actors at the MSM about these fires, which only fuels the flames of doubt, as to these fires being “random accidents.” No, no no no no no, these fires are NOT random, there’s been OVER 100 of these fires since President Braindead took office. No, NOT a conspiracy theory, it’s a FACT, with all kinds of factual evidence & data to back up my pronouncement that these fires were all intentionally started. Here’s an article for you below, for YOUR eyes to see for yourself, rather than just listening to me…
Is this just part of the long game maybe? Eventually, they want us to run out of food, so we have to rely on food banks to eat, food banks that THEY provide. Awe, isn’t that nice of your tyrannical communist scumfuck overlords, providing food banks for people to stand in lines in, just to get a bag of food, isn’t that generous of them? FUCK NO…& FUCK YOU with the food bank crap. That’s some 3rd world communist crap, that is NOT supposed to happen here in the USA, but it is. Did you know about this? Oh yes, not only are food-processing plants burning down left-&-right, not only are food prices skyrocketing, but the demand for food has become so great, that food banks are being overwhelmed. Yep, people waiting in lines for HOURS, just to get food, happening right here, right now, in the once great USA, now arguably the USSA, the United States of Socialist America. This is fucking ridiculous, & it looks like the snowball is growing as it plows down the mountain, from number one to number none. Oh, hang on, gotta link an article for you. In case you hadn’t noticed, this write-up has several linked articles. Instead of just reading my rants, I felt like providing the articles that vilify what I’m rambling about, so YOU know that these events are very real, & very happening, like happening right NOW, in real time, in real life. Where will this all lead to?
Destroying the food, destroying the supply chain, destroying the workforce, all culminates in the destruction of this country. What the fuck do you think the globalists are doing? Look around, the decline is accelerating. This is like when the front of the Titanic went under water. Took almost 2 hours for the front of the ship to submerge as it sank, then only a few minutes for the rest of the “ship that God himself couldn’t sink” to go down down down, to the frigid dark bottom of the Atlantic Ocean. It sank so far down in fact, that it took OVER 70 years to find it again. Is the USA like the analogous Titanic? Maybe yes, maybe no, but that was a great analogy regardless, just saying. I hope we all aren’t on the proverbial Titanic. I don’t want this country to sink, but the little pragmatist on my shoulder is telling me otherwise unfortunately.
They’re actively destroying the food supply, & it’s obvious that these are deliberate arsons, way too many to just be for insurance claims, & what about the animals? Damnit, they’re killing the animals, horribly, in these fires, all these poor animals, burning to death, it’s sickening. “Holocaust,” historically means “burnt sacrifice,” but who are these arsonists “sacrificing” these animals to? Incidentally, no one is calling these events a “Holocaust,” no one except me anyway, as far as I know. I think it IS a holocaust of sorts tho, because they keep burning these innocent animals alive, & if it’s for a specific reason, then how is it NOT a holocaust? It’s a “sacrificial burning,” which implies there’s something these poor creatures are being sacrificed to, correct? Well, with all these openly publicized “satanic ritual performances,” as was witnessed via The Grammys a few days ago, could Satan himself be the culprit here? Or rather, the idiots who believe in & worship Satan, are they the arsonists, getting the double-whammy through animal sacrifice AND the destruction of the food supply for the masses, is THAT what’s going on here?
Again, as I mentioned in the previous article, I DO NOT BELIEVE IN ANY OF THIS BIZARRELY MENTAL SATAN-WORSHIPPING MADNESS, just as I don’t really give any credence to the notion of religion at all. I believe in being a good person, that’s about it, but these people, including your globalist overlords, DO BELIEVE in Lucifer, or Satan, or maybe it’s just a metaphor for their own selves, I don’t know, but they use “Satan” as their avatar, & venerate said “Satan,” accordingly. It’s so fucking weird to me, worshipping darkness & destruction, & now including widespread arson & a chicken holocaust into their whackadoo agenda. Chickens are the most common animal used in animal sacrifices to entities of darkness, right? Maybe it’s just a massive Satanic ritual, TO THEM MIND YOU, NOT TO ME. To me, it’s just a bunch of idiots needlessly murdering animals because they’re all delusional mental patients. There’s something fueling them to commit these atrocities though, a higher power, something in the political class, something in the shadows. No, not their “Satan,” something and/or someone real, some entity and/or organization that is most certainly Earth-bound is encouraging these arsonists to keep doing this. Maybe they’re being paid to start these fires, maybe they’re promised something more when the job is done, I don’t know.
What I DO know, is that I’m sick & tired of seeing these animals being murdered like this, it’s so sinister. STOP, STOP BURNING THE ANIMALS ALIVE YOU SICK FUCKS, whoever you are. Yes, I know eventually many of these animals are eaten, by us, so they’re born to die in their prime only for us to consume them as food, yes I get that. When slaughtering time comes though, they are killed quickly, & humanely, before processing them as food for us to eat. MUCH MUCH MUCH different then burning them alive, come on now, that’s not even a fucking argument. I love animals, but I also love to eat them, under the assumption they are killed humanely. There’s NOTHING even remotely humane about any of this. These fires are pure darkness, total evil, & I wish these minions of “Satan” would knock this crap off already. I’m tired of seeing articles about “50,000 egg-laying hens going up in flames.” For fuck’s sake, we don’t even eat those kinds of chickens, they just lay eggs, eggs for us to eat, it’s a great trade-off. They give us eggs, we give them a place to stay where they can eat, shit, & lay eggs all day, every day. So WHY, WHY THE FUCK would someone burn them alive?
I wish I had a definitive answer for you, rather than the speculative explanations I illustrated above. Maybe this is to destroy the food supply, yes? Maybe this is really some kind of religiously holocaustic event, yes? Or…maybe it’s all of the above? Like I said, I wish I could tell you, but what I CAN tell you is that this bullshit is most certainly NOT random. There’s been way too many of these burnings to assume this is “random.” That’s just what the fake news MSM wants you to believe because they have a narrative, a scripted narrative, & if there’s any deviation from said “narrative,” it simply won’t get reported & you won’t know anything about it other than what they want you to know. Most people abide this behavior from their elitist masters too, I just don’t get it, I don’t get any of this, & I don’t know why they’re committing a chicken holocaust, a chickenocaust, if you will. I know, I know, it’s not ALL chickens, but it’s mostly chickens, chickens that lay eggs, not chickens we eat, so once more I ask, “Why the fuck are they doing this?”
Sadly, I cannot say for sure, but what I CAN say, is the beginning of this article has found the end once again, only to begin again on the next article. My literary ouroboros never fails, always hungry to eat her own tail as she makes her way to the head of the next article I write. I love this circularity thing I found in my writing, & I wonder, does every writer abide their own ouroboros? Life is an ouroboros in nature, you’re born, you live, you die, then you’re born again, somewhere new, all to do it all over again, & again, & again, & again & again. Does the ouroboros of life ever end? Or do we eat our own tails forever? Forever is a really long time, is it not? Imagine this, imagine life, your life, on an endless loop, the neverending GIF animation of you, of birth to death to birth again, only switching karmic meat suits, but always ultimately YOU. Is THAT, the way of things? I don’t know, but maybe so. Until next time dear reader, count your chickens, for their eggs may never hatch. So sayeth FisH™🎣
For all of you, & for none of you at all.
“Count your chickens, for their eggs may never hatch.” ~Fish F Fish🎏
WordPress offers these daily writing prompts to encourage writers to write, particularly those who are experiencing the dreaded “writer’s block.” I don’t actually have that problem, as I have discovered the cure for this unnecessary affliction. Wait, did he say, “unnecessary?” I sure did, but hang on, how is it “unnecessary” exactly? It’s actually really simple. No one ever told me this directly either, I just kind of figured it out on my own. Before I honor the prompt above, for poops & laughs, I’m going to tell you this “cure” if you’re having difficulties with your writing. It’s so simply genius, I think it goes over many writers’ heads who are stuck in the predicament of not knowing what to write about. Ready? The “cure” is this: WRITE. Just write down your thoughts, it’s so easy. Are you thinking about not being able to write? WRITE THAT DOWN.
Here’s an example: “I cannot write right now, & I do not know why. Maybe there’s something bothering me. What is bothering me? Why am I having such difficulty thinking of something to write about? What am I thinking about? I can’t stop thinking, maybe I think too much. What are thoughts exactly? Where are these thoughts coming from? Are thoughts manifesting via my own free will, or am I channeling them from somewhere else?” That’s just a string of thoughts I had while I was thinking about what I’d be thinking about if I were you, & I was struggling on the block. See how easy that is?
You just go from there. Easiest “cure” there is. I could obviously just keep running with that thought-train, which would turn into a paragraph, then a few paragraphs, then before you know it, I’m proofreading a 5-page diatribe about where my thoughts come from. Easy as a bag of peas. If you can’t write, write about not being able to write, then go from there. Give it a try…look at that, it’s a miracle, I’ve “cured” your writer’s block, digitally. You didn’t even need to make an appointment to schedule a visit to my clinic either, all “cured” in a few short paragraphs. I should charge money for this miracle “cure,” but nope, I happily offer my trick to all of you, free of charge dear reader. I know, I know, I used to have issues coming up with things to write about. Writing prompts, like the one up top there, didn’t help much either. They’re too generic, but…there is someone who gives writing prompts that GREATLY helped me out. Would you like to know who that person was?
The one & only, Dr. Jordan Peterson. He has an online course entitled, “Self-Authoring,” & although I am still completing the course, the benefits are already well-apparent. It’s actually quite remarkable, he asks a series of questions, then based on your answers, various writing prompts come up. These prompts, & the initial questions, are all biographical in nature, so when you get to the prompts, you are essentially going to be writing about yourself, & your past. I can’t explain how it works, it’s kind of magical, but as you complete these prompts, & get your baggage out of your head, & onto a visual medium that you can read back to yourself, somehow that “clears” up these shadows that have been following you your entire life, prior to illustrating them on digital paper. He’s brilliant, & I got the course as a Christmas present, which was exciting, for me it was at least. I got to work on it immediately, & as soon as I finished the first prompt, I noticed an overwhelmingly fresh sense of…”relief,” you could say. Yes, I was quite relieved, but why?
Writing things down isn’t just “writing things down,” there’s an energy to it. Once you write something down, it has become manifest, as if it’s its own living entity, birthed by you, but impregnated by the Universe, or by wherever thoughts arise from. Why do you think it’s called “spelling?” You’re casting spells, when you speak aloud, & when you write things down, you’re spelling, then broadcasting your spells out to the world. It’s as if it’s exposing itself right in front of you, & you’re not seeing it, until you really SEE it, like right now, after I just explained “spelling” to you. It’s all in the words, in the shared language, right there, as obvious as it can be, right in front of your faces, yet most people miss it, & sadly keep speak-and-spelling out loud, without thinking first. Mindfulness, the idea of being well-aware of yourself & your surroundings at all times, is CRUCIAL, once you’re aware of the aforementioned “magic” of well-worded wordery. One can’t just be spelling haphazardly, you can’t just speak aloud, without knowing what you’re saying, because all you’re doing is casting chaos into the world.
Kind of explains why things are so insane these days, doesn’t it? Chaos magic via chaotic use of language, via the chaotic televised programming, then trickling down into an evermore chaotic zeitgeist, infecting the spirit flow, like a parasitic cancer. Oh yes, there’s most certainly a dark/light magic aspect to this spelling I’m discussing. People caught up in whining about “hate speech,” when there’s no such thing. They get focused on a corner of the painting, just a small corner view, then assume the entire painting is the same as that exposed corner. Their misuse of the language is an example of chaos magic. It makes no sense, hence it’s “chaotic,” but they ignorantly keep spelling it out into the world anyway. Chaos is darkness, disorder, very UN-natural, but so is the world these days, is it not? There’s so much to do with “chaos,” that one so inclined can write about, so it puzzles me how so many writers get stuck on the block, & can’t get off. Good thing I’m here then, yes? To digitally smack your ass off the block, with only benevolent intention though, to help YOU help yourself. I can help you as far as writing anyway, just remember the “cure,”…when you can’t write, write about not being able to write. Write down every thought, ALL of it, just write it ALL down, then go from there. Feel better, dear reader?
Look at that, my oh my, I just love how I seem to always find the beginning in the end of these articles I compose. Like I’ve repeated to you all before countless times, “I do not know what I have written, until I have written it.” I just plug in & GO GO GO. Once I complete the loop after finding my respective circularity, the beginning at the end, I go back, & proofread what I have created, only to fix grammatical errors & the occasionally mis-worded sentence. Then I add tags & categories, followed soon by the belovedly sought-out “publishing time.” It’s weird, I admit, I don’t know what I’m doing exactly, I only know that I AM, in fact, DOING it, doing this, whatever this is. What IS writing? What is THIS? Well, I just explained that above, answering my own question, didn’t I? Duh…on me, I suppose I’ll shake my head at myself there, I do that sometimes, but I digress, & it’s time to wrap this random article up. Didn’t even get to the suggested “writing prompt” from WordPress at the top up there. Double duh…to the moron in the mirror this morning. Oh well, maybe next time.
I think the real-time example of how to overcome “writer’s block,” in addition to actually explaining to you, dear reader, how to “cure” said writer’s block, is worth much more than me describing to you how my thoughts on “death,” change my perspective on “life.” However, & I’ll give WordPress credit, that’s not a bad writing prompt at all, not too generic. I was being over-critical hen I said that earlier, it’s really not a bad prompt. One could go in many different directions writing about that specific prompt, so maybe I’ll keep it in the vault for a future article. We’ll see. Until next time, “when you’re stuck on the block, just write about the block, until something comes along to smack you off the block.” So sayeth FisH™🎏
For all of you, & for none of you at all.
“When you’re stuck on the block, just write about the block, until something comes along to smack you off the block.” ~Fish F Fish🎣
“I do not know what I have written, until I write it down.” ~Fish F Fish🎣
MOTHERFUCKER…GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…damnit…I had an ENTIRE article ready, & then had some random internet issue, & this silly site did NOT save my draft. Fucking fuck motherfucker, it was a good 3 pages long too, fuck, sorry dear readers, it is what it is. My last Fooze of the month too, there were red pills & such too, fuck you WordPress. I manually save, AND auto-save, yet it saves NONE of it? Come on now, internet or not, it should have saved my draft. Now I’m writing a totally different Fooze for the day, minus all my well-worded wordery from the previous draft, thanks a lot you fucking fucks. Ok, I’m done with the fuckaboutness, so let’s knock this out & complete our premier monthly circle, now eerily resembling a monthly period, with all my bitching about the lost draft. Cycles, circles, these circularities, these infinite loops, if you will, you know how we roll here by now, if you’re a regular reader of my ranting ramblings, of course. If not, welcome, welcome to my fishbowl.
Where is my serpent, here to eat its own tail for the last time in January, 2023, as this month ends forever, & we begin again with February tomorrow, where is she? Oh, right there she is…duh. She’s here to eat, eat her own tail, so she can began again, whether it be my next article, or tomorrow’s article, the circularity always completes herself. I need to make a GIF with an ouroborian theme, like some kind of serpent, eating itself, forever & ever, via the infinite loop, the nature of a GIF, BUT…with no skip. “No skips in your GIFs,” I think maybe Confucius said that, or Jesus mentioned it while he was up on that Roman cross, I can’t recall. I abide that notion though, to the fullest, & make sure my GIFs don’t skip. It’s very fast, only a few frames, but as a master GIF-maker, I can see it if it’s there, & will NOT abide a skippy GIF. When you create out of passion, TRULY create your art from passion, you are no longer an artist, you’re a magician. If a magician doesn’t perfect his magic, his magic tricks won’t work, thus, said “magician” is merely a fraud, & the TRUE passion was never there. One MUST be a perfectionist with their passion, one MUST be a magician, or the trickery is lost, along with the novelty, & you might wanna go apply at Starbucks, because you are no artist, & certainly NOT a magician. Deal with it, not my fault, I have nothing to do with YOU, or YOUR life, I am just an illustrator of this clown culture. Unfortunately however, any sort of culture, here in the once great USSA, has gone the way of the passenger pigeon. How the fuck did “passenger pigeons” go extinct, incidentally? They used to use them all the time to send letters to other people, hence the name, “passenger pigeon,” but somehow, they ALL died off? Entirely? What the heck? That’s kind of weird, right? I don’t know, check it for yourselves. I’ll link an article below about it, for your own reading pleasure.
Ok, since this is the SECOND time I wrote a Fooze today, but WordPress fucked up saving the original draft, I’m gonna wrap this little gem up. On the bright side, we all learned why passenger pigeons are no longer amongst the living. An entire species, wiped out, relatively quickly too. Life can change so fast sometimes, as things come, & things go, beginnings become endings, then endings turn back into beginnings, & on & on it goes, the infinite loop, & there she is, as if on cue, my sweet circularity. My serpent has found its own tail once again, in this final Fooze for January 2023. Round & round, as a new circle begins tomorrow, the February circle, denoted as “S2,” which you can see at the top of the post up there. I use the “S” for the month, & an “E” for the day, just to keep everything tidy & regimented, so to speak. Structure is good, but not over-structuring, this ain’t the fucking Marines for fuck’s sake, but I have to keep a strong self-discipline maintained, so as to make sure I write something, every day, every single day. The loop doesn’t stop, so why should I? …& time is spiraling fast into the future, like a flushing toilet, the flushing toilet of time, that I’ve mentioned ad nauseam here. Yes, time, 4d time, the temporal dimension that pulls us all “forward,” forward into an unprecedented & uncharted future.
As said “time,” marches on, what will come, what will the future reveal, as she slowly hikes up her skirt, what will we experience? Impossible to speculate, we just gotta ride out the storm, & try not to sink our own respective ships, at least that’s how my journey is going, how about yours? Billions of ships, billions of sailors on those ships, sailing toward the sun I suppose, I don’t know. I don’t know anything, I’m just an illustrator, illustrating this Clownworld we’re all apparently stuck in, one honk-honk day at a time. What else can one do when there’s no future for you? Until next time dear readers, until tomorrow, when the new circle begins.
Thanks for reading/watching the articles I post, here in my opus of sorts, these 4000ish pages of this, whatever this is. I am just going to keep doing this, every day, until the Great Circle is complete, for all of you & for none of you at all.
That’s right, dear readers, only 4 more days until we hit EVERY day in January, thus completing the first monthly circularity. 11 MORE months however, to complete the Great Circle, that’s right, 365 straight days of writing & creating new animations, hopefully adding up to a few thousand more pages in my opus of drivel here, here for all of you, & for none of you.
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What will it take to finish the game, the big game, what will it take? “What big game?” …you might be wondering. Well that’s easy; the game of LIFE of course, THIS, this wonky game we all play, only it’s a game that’s rigged. Oh yes, quite rigged, quite sinister, & there’s no way NOT to play, unless you off yourself, but that’s an irrelevant option for us players of this game, as it were. Nope, can’t just put a gun in your mouth, or fill your doctor’s favorite syringe full of bug-juice & poof, lights out, oh no no no, can’t do that. That’s really the only rule, well the only base fundamental rule: you have to play to the end, no matter what, & you must exit this game at the game’s behest, not your own. That’s the rule, & obviously I have no way to prove any of this, but for me, it IS a rule that I must abide by, no matter how stanky the shit gets, can’t stop, can’t quit, can’t fall off the cliff. The reward is worth it, to make it to the natural end of your life, as natural as it can be anyway.
Might as well just ride out the storm until your last breath comes & goes, because another aspect of the lone rule of life I just mentioned, is that if you opt to end this ride by suicide, you have to do it again, just like before. Yep, the story just resets & starts over, kind of a “no harm, no foul” deal from your Mighty Maker in the Sky, since you don’t advance, but you don’t go backwards either, but you have to redo your previously failed do, just like it was before. Well, maybe not exactly like before, as you might be born into another time in another place, but have to overcome the same karmic strife to finish the game before you can move on to whatever the next level is. Or, maybe suiciders literally redo their EXACT life as before. Same everything, same memories, same timeline, everything exactly like the life you chose to end at your own accord, right up to that fateful moment when you decided to end it all, except maybe you don’t the next time. Or, maybe you do the same thing every time, same birth, same life, same unnatural death, & you’re doomed to repeat until perhaps one life you finally realize the value in your own life itself & make the wise decision to keep riding, riding out this tempestuous storm of life. “Storms always end, even before they begin again,” …yes, you can quote me on that, literally, because I just thought it up. Nice quip, yes?
This stormy sea we are all floating around in is uncharted, uncharted waters we have never navigated before, but here we are regardless, navigating these odious oceans. Some of us have big boats, some of us have little boats, some have jet skis, some a canoe, but most of you are bound to the buoyancy of the lone life jacket on your back keeping you afloat, albeit barely. Just enough to keep your crooked beaks above the crests & troughs, as wave after wave after wave attempts to drown you down, down, down to the bottom. Hard to be a true sailor without a boat, is it not? Difficult to be a real navigator without any way to cross the waters, right? Not only are most of you bound to your respective life-preserver lives, you have deceived yourselves into accepting that a life jacket is your only option, never once considering mechanizing your own float into a boat so you can traverse the waters via your own propulsion, rather than bobbing around waiting to be picked off as sharks circle your Indianapolis, waiting to take endlessly bloodbathian bites for themselves. Yes these seas I speak surreally of, these seas are quite precarious, especially for the lone floater never-boaters. Bob it up, bob it down, up, down, up, down, these monotonous bobbers bobbing like bubbling sea-foam bubbles bubbling. The floaters without boats.
Blending in natural elements to these articles, composing my circularity, riding the waves, surfing these frequencies my antenna detects, then transmits the song, via me out onto all of you, my faceless global audience of few. We write to the end, only to begin again, & as always on my divine cue, with no fee, is my circularity, humbly eating itself only to eat itself again, & again. Such is the way of Nature, & until next time dear readers, surf’s up, so get out there & find your wave to ride, or just keep collectively chumming yourselves for those circling sharks while you weightlessly punk-pogo in your floaters, essentially waiting to be devoured, for that is all you might ever be, a feckless floater. Floating instead of flipping, I don’t know. I don’t know anything, remember? I could just be floating too, just like you, just a floating hand, with a penchant for loops, & cleaning my haunted house.
This is the end…dumdumdumdum…my only friend. No, not really the “end,” don’t be daft, just felt like starting out today’s Foozer with that earworm. It’s funny, when I was younger, I idolized Jim Morrison, but then once I passed the age he died, that infamous age of 27, my veneration of him began to fade. Nowadays, in my own Middle Ages, I’ve realized that he was just a drunk kid who was good with wordery who came up in an era where he could get away with it. Of course, I still think he was an exceptionally unique artist, but he blew it, way too young. 27 is too young, he missed so much. He could’ve aged gracefully as a poet and/or an author of some kind once the music ran its course. Surely, he wouldn’t be among these aged rockstars STILL out touring & playing the same stuff they played 50 years ago…looking at The Stones, Fleetwood Mac, bands like that, I think Gordon Lightfoot might even still be out there & he can barely walk. It’s sad to see. Hell, I even saw a recent show from the B-52s, a band who came up almost 20 years AFTER those classic bands of the 60s, & they looked rough…yikes. Getting old is no bueno, & personally, I am NOT looking forward to it at all.
It’s not so much the number of the age, it’s the physicality of the aging itself. You can easily see it in these rockers I mentioned in the previous paragraph. They move slow, barely even quick enough to keep up with the metronome. Their voices have become haggard, along with their faces. Some of them are fat, most of them can’t play like they once could, & some of the singers even forget words…yeah, it’s that bad sometimes. How is it that these elderly rockers haven’t banked enough loot to just retire? What are they still touring for? Money? Or for the love of the art? I’m sure it varies, maybe often it’s both? I don’t know, I’m not an aging rocker, & no one knows and/or gives a fuck who I am, so all of this is just another one of my rando ramblers. It’s fun to tune into the stream, channel the stream, pure stream of consciousness, just tune in your dial, then plug your hands into the receiver, & let those fancy fingers furiously fly. That’s how I do it anyway, how I do this, whatever this is. What is this I’m doing here anyway? Writing, channeling, scribing, creating, illustrating, all of the above, none of the above, what is this, this thing I am doing here? Let’s not over-complicate the matter…
…it’s just this, MY thing. I find certain concepts & ideas & inclinations intriguing, then illustrate my respective intrigues for a faceless global audience. Most writers use only words to illustrate, but I have my own formula, if you will. When one thinks of illustration, more often than not, a type of imagery as a physical display comes to mind, usually in the form of pictures & videos. Writers write articles, then add photos to better detail the topic of the article being written about. Occasionally, they might add video links, or maybe a link to a video on a social media platform like Twatter or Facepoop. Regardless, it’s always either a picture and/or video and/or a link to one of these two options. There’s a THIRD option though, & seemingly no one knows about it…no one except me that is. Oh yes dear readers, your narrator here most certainly knows the elusive THIRD option, & this third option is mine, mine all mine, MY thing, or at least I can confidently assume it’s only mine since I have NEVER seen anyone else do what I do when I compose articles. You’re seeing that third option in real-time, right now in this very moment while you read this. The third option adds a unique attribute to my articles; it gives them life as it animates my words, this thing I do. Have you figured it out yet? What is the third option, MY third option? I even hinted at it…”animate,”…
The third option is…my animations of course. MY animations, mine, I make all of my own GIF animations. Making GIFs is a unique way to create art, especially with this self-manifested style I have developed. Much like my favorite food, the treasure from south of the border, oh sweet ceviché, it’s NEVER the same when you eat it. It’s always a different recipe, even if it’s the same recipe, there’s always a difference, no matter how subtle. Same with my animations. You never know what animations I might add to my articles, & neither do I usually. I write the articles, then add and/or make animations as needed to complete the given article, adding them in between paragraphs of my article. Ironically, the GIF also represents my circularity. You know, the circularity I always mention, the ouroboros, my serpent eating its own tail at the beginning & end of every article I write, respectively. The GIF is a literal ouroboros because it loops, forever & ever & ever, looping around, eating itself, but it’s not as easy as just making an MOV file loop. You MUST avoid the “skip.” The “skip” is a slight pause in the loop of the GIF, so instead of a seamlessly clean loop, you’ll notice a very brief pause when the loop loops. For me, it’s a sign that the maker is no real GIF master. I am very meticulous about removing the “skip” entirely. My GIFs come out as clean as Mr. Clean’s shiny bald head, smooth & round, round & round on a clean loop, 100% skipper-free, lemon scent wafting in the breezy breeze. Here, I’ll show you below:
Dirty Skipper:
Clean Skipper:
See the skip in the one above this one above this sentence? It’s a fraction of a second, but it must be remedied. I’m a perfectionist with my GIFs, so the removal of the “skip” is extremely important in the GIF creation process. As I said earlier, only a true GIFcryptionist knows of the infamous “skip,” & if your GIFs skip, you might wanna skip your skippy ass back to digital finger-painting class until you rectify your errant folly. Too many artists, not enough magicians, not enough fruition, maybe there should be an inquisition of the Spanish order, but I came to a door…& I looked inside.
Looked inside to complete my circularity for this Foozer. Never fails. This is the end, my beautiful friend, my only friend, this is the end, end of this. Until next time, be good, be bad, be something, be nothing, just be I guess.
A band called Frokost has a song called “Dancehall King,” which is now randomly stuck in my head for some reason. Completely out of nowhere too, it’s so very weird how those earworms crawl into your brain, then play themselves on endless loops. “Now you’re in the house with the latest swing, movin around like a dancehall king,” …quite the lyrics, & quite a unique band. No one has ever heard of them that I’ve met, but I still like their style all the same. It’s a music with a genre all its own, which not many bands can claim. Here’s the song, so you can hear for yourself, then follow along on my daily Foozer fun run:
Took me FOREVER back in the day to find this song. Been like 15-20 years, something like that. Man, the time is flying, flying while we’re all dying, but I digress. Yes, it took me quite awhile back then to snatch this song from a torrent site. The album was nearly impossible to find, back then, but I’m sure it’s much easier now. It’s easy to find whatever you want these days, music & otherwise, if you know where to look of course. Take a tour of the dark web sometime, there’s nothing illegal about being on there, it’s what you look at when you’re there that can get you into troubles.
Obviously, avoid any/all porn sites, dark web or otherwise. That shit is brain AIDS, & it’s destroying relationships. Dark web porn though, you never know what might pop up(pun intended), so it’s best to just avoid it altogether. What you do is find “onion” site addresses. You can look those up via search queries. Once you have the onion, you peel it, & see what’s inside. You can usually gauge it from the onion link. It’s not like browsing on a regular internet search engine, so it’s crucial that one knows how to use and/or find onion sites before they go bee-bopping around on the dark web.
The internet most of us use, it’s just the tip, the tip of a massive iceberg. The biggest part of the iceberg however, the part you can’t see under the water, that’s the dark web, so you can imagine how much there is in those murky depths for you to explore. Be mindful what you click on, & you’ll be okay. Tread foolishly, & you might get scammed, or worse. Certainly do NOT want to ever Gove any information about yourself to anyone/anything on the dark web. No one is there to rescue you if you drown in the aforementioned depths. Tread at YOUR own volition. You’ve been warned.
Thursday shmurzday…then another Friday, then another weekend, then another week into the dark winter. These days go by so fast like a counting crow crowing about it. I have a few more articles I might bang out later. This one really has nothing much to do with the title, does it? Whoops, but that’s the great part about being an artist…this is MINE, so I can do and/or not do whatever I want to do or do not want to do, at my own accord. Everyone can be a creator, everyone IS a creator, you are the creator, so become a creator who creates creative creations. That’s the whole point, isn’t it? Create, leave what you’ve created, then die, until you’re created again, to create. Creation & destruction, like love & fear, love creates while fear destroys, & on it goes.
So far this winter, albeit only 3-ish weeks into winter technically, but so far, the projected “dark winter” has yet to reveal its true fangs. Yes, we had a “bomb cyclone” event a few weeks ago before it had even turned winter yet, & that was really cold, record cold in some places, & possibly the coldest outside temperatures I’ve ever experienced personally. I think it got down to -16 F, BEFORE winter actually began, as I already mentioned, which leaves me to wonder, what weather is left to come?
I can already foresee rolling winter blackouts, a new concept yet to be unleashed by the powers that be. Yes, “rolling winter blackouts,” because of climate change of course…duh. Also of course, I’m totally NOT being serious. Did you miss the part about the record cold I just mentioned? Global warming does NOT equal record cold, nor does climate change imply global warming. Very bizarre it is, that grown adults, who I assume can read & critically think for themselves(probably a bold assumption on my part), STILL buy into this narrative that we humans cause “man-made climate change.” Now I’m not going to sit here & say that we have ZERO impact on the global climate, but I AM saying that said impact, is EXCEPTIONALLY insignificant, especially when compared to the false narrative that the Fake News MSM pushes on a multi-daily basis.
What happened to all those melting glaciers? What happened to the polar caps melting? I believe we had RECORD ice cover at the poles over the last few years, look it up for yourself so maybe your own eyes will convince you. I’m not doing all the research, what good is that to you if you don’t look things up for yourselves? If you find anything that counters what I am writing here, leave it in the comments, with links. I have no problem admitting when I’m wrong, but since I am literally looking at the stats right now, good luck trying to win this argument against me. The simple fact: The climate changes, it ALWAYS changes, & just because these Orwellian dictators in charge manipulate the language to push their special interest agendas, doesn’t mean you have to buy what they’re selling. GLOBAL WARMING IS NOT REAL. CLIMATE CHANGE IS NOT GLOBAL WARMING. THEY HAVE DUPED YOU ALL VIA THE COMMON LANGUAGE. STOP LETTING THEM.
It’s like I’m Murphy from One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, the only actual sane person in the entire nuthouse, including all the doctors & nurses. Everyone is crazy here, except the lone sane guy that the real crazy ones say is…crazy. Crazy, isn’t it? If I were to wake up one day only to realize this was just some extra-long, extra-bizarre, extra-seemingly-real-life dream, I wouldn’t be surprised at all. Seriously, & I haven’t even mentioned the mass psychosis/hypnosis from Covaids that I’m reminded of on a daily basis when I go run my errands & STILL see people wearing masks, masks that do absolutely nothing. They don’t do anything at all, yet I see so many of you, every day, even alone in your cars, masked up, yes I see you. We all do. If that much madness can be orchestrated so quickly, & with such relative ease, what’s coming next that will put most of the planetary populous into a state of mania?
Great question, but at this point, virtually nothing is off the table. The elites face no consequences, thus they have no boundaries. Sprinkle that notion with the steaming stench of desperation, & yes, ANYTHING can happen, & most likely will. All the loose speculation in the world can’t decipher the manifestations that arise from fear & desperation. What are these elites afraid of? The answer is simple: YOU. US. WE THE PEOPLE. What gives them their power? WE DO, YOU DO, & they have mastered the game of power-grabbing to this unprecedented level we are at right now, in this very moment. More power than EVER is up for grabs…not for us, definitely not for us peasants mind you, but for the already-ruling class, it’s ALL about power, & they will squash as many of us as need be to retain and/or gain power. If you think money makes people do crazy shit, go ahead & square the crazy, then multiply in infinitely & that’s how crazy people become over power. Nations are forged, millions are slaughtered, the world turns, all at the behest of power, not money. Money is just a means to power, it is certainly not an ends.
I’m going to END this article right here though for today’s Monday funday Fooze. Inspiring, I know. I’m not trying to be glum, I promise, but you all staying blind to what is REALLY real just doesn’t sit well with me, so I do this, to help you or not help you, it’s up to you really. I don’t have the proverbial gun to your head to read anything I write here, that’s YOUR choice. Choose whatever benefits you fro YOU, & on that sappiest of sentiments, until next time dear readers.
EaT~aLL~YouR~FisH™ 