If you’ve never said those words to yourself then your either a) in denial, to the point where if you don’t get help soon, you’ll implode, b) an android or c) a vegetable. No offence. But I don’t think vegetables get bored. I’m not being un-PC, I’m being honest.  But vegetables can’t read so I’m assuming you’re not one and that you’re bored and want to entertained.

Well, because I’m nice and the sort of looking-out-for-you type, here’s a list of SHIT TO DO WHEN YOU ARE BORED ON THE INTERNET! YAY!

Triggered by that desperate – and often fruitless – search that I would embark on during my darkest moments of boredom. You have too, I know, let’s bond and all that. I’m only gonna give you WEBCOMICS today, but be assured there’ll be more weapons of unboredom available soon! From me.

TOP TEN WEBCOMICS (IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER~!)

They waste so much time. Fucking godly these are. LINKS FOR YOU!! Click ‘em.

10. [XKCD]

Doesn’t everyone know about xkcd? Well, I guess this is for those who’ve just awoken from a vegetative state. What?! IT HAPPENS!!

9. [CYANIDE & HAPPINESS]

Same as above. Everyone knows it. Vegetative state or no.

8. [SATURDAY MORNING BREAKFAST CEREAL]

7. [LEAST I COULD DO]

One of my personal favourites, this one is. Especially the ‘early years’ comics. READ EVERY SINGLE COMIC ON THIS SITE, I DARE YOU.

6. [QUESTIONABLE CONTENT]

5. [PENNY ARCADE]

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4. [DR. MCNINJA]

Don’t fuck with a ninja – ESPECIALLY if they have a PHD.

3. [DINOSAUR COMICS]

2. [THE PERRY BIBLE FELLOWSHIP]

Another one of my favourites.

1. [WHITE NINJA]

Enjoy!

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OH! And in other news, I found something shocking! *GASP!* You know how we often personify clothes in such a way where they’re always screaming some statement or rather?

Well, let me introduce you to ‘Bobby Trendy’…

It turns out that clothes CAN literally scream self esteem issues! Who would have thought? Ha!

splendourcinders, out!

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“Eu Tenho Isso!”

Blaze of Glory

Hi everyone!  Hope we all had a fabulous Turkey day today and ate plenty of goodies!  It’s been an eventful and rather busy few days for me, but it should all start to slow down soon.  I popped on to blog my most recent look of the day.  It’s gonna be a simple, sweet, and short one, so bear with me. Yay!

So, the other day, while scavenging the grid for even more things to add to my hoard, I discovered a fun new store! New to me anyway… I love those.  [MANDALA] makes some exquisite accessories.  This bracelet shown in the closeup here was one of my finds there, as well as the belt, AND the necklace… I loaded up… they were definitely splurge worthy designs.  I also popped over to Mustache, where I was pleasantly pleased with these fantastic blues glasses.  I tried them several ways, and I have to say, I’m a sucker for the crooked sitting glasses, but for this look, I decided to keep it simple and straight forward.  These boots, nothing new, but… definitely still one of the best additions I’ve had to my shoes folder (which is in dire need of organization).  The black boot comes with so many different options in itself… folded or straight sleeves, denim folds, color change sole/zipper, built-in animations which are optional, and even optional sounds (if you are into those :\).  I found that the gray denim option perfectly matched the [N] jeans I picked up last week.  Pair it with this perfectly created and easy to please pinstripe blazer from Armidi and a simple grey tank, like this one from Cyanide and once again, all set.

What I’m Wearing:

Hair: fri. – Kate – Cynical Black

Skin: :Curio: :GP: Acorn Defeat [Light] Battle Royale-Pure 2

Glasses: Mustache – Shades {The Blues} Chin

Jacket: Armidi – (f) Classic Pinstripe Blazer [Black] (available online shoparmidi.com)

Shirt: Cyanide – Clothing – Tank (Grey)

Tattoo: Made by me, send an IM if you want one shipped your way.

Necklace: [MANDALA] Soul Jewelry set (Silver)

Bracelets: [MANDALA] LOTUS Chain Bracelet&Hand ring/black; [Armidi Gisaci] Glitz Bangle Combo – Assorted 10

Jeans: [N] artist jeans – grey

Belt: [MANDALA] Saicho Belt/Black

Boots: BAX Prestige Boots Black Leather

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Been wandering the web aimlessly lately. I don’t want to get into it now except to say for every murderous muslim cocksucker there appears to be a gang of apologists and appeasers to justify–there’s no more apt word–to JUSTIFY the evil of the death-cult killers. These fools could just have easily ended up in the crosshairs as the next infidel, and yet here they are, defending the shitbirds.

You can be the most vile piece of shit and commit heinous acts, but those deemed insensitive or politically incorrect are treated even more harshly.

It’s a terrible world.

For no particular reason I watched the 12-part youtube docu about mafia killer-for-hire Richard Kuklinski, “The Iceman”, an equal-opportunity murderer. It was not uplifting. Then I watched a docu about Richard Ramirez, The “Night Stalker”, a craven piece of shit the fucking cops whisked away from mob justice. I’ve been an atheist (and now a tepid monotheist) but with these horrible serial killer bastards running around I understand why anyone would doubt the existence of any god, at least a caring one.

My own life is in the shitter. Not really, but it is. Too much shit left untied, unsaid, while other shit is done sloppily. The past weighs like an anvil on my scrotum. I just hate people and can’t seem to shake the feeling that I’m right. I can’t even get the fucking lesbian at work to come eat tacos (ha ha) with me. And no, I don’t want to fuck her, that’s why I can talk to her.

I don’t know if there is such a thing, but there appears to be a dread balance to the world. Things steadily improve but the horrors that counterweigh the good grow heavier and heavier. Smallpox is eradicated, here comes the AIDS. A dictator dies and he’s got 8 bastard sons to take his place. On the rare occasions Good triumphs it’s quickly buried and forgotten so that the next round of fools must needlessly live the same nightmares. I’m so very fucking annoyed with this planet. And there’s work tomorrow, I won’t have another day off till Monday. Work is hell, all work is, but being out of a job is worse (except for the first 20 minutes of waking up).

On many days I simply don’t give a shit. And by “days” I mean “years”.

I was working in the State Bank, as Accountant, when my father phoned me, insisting that I come home immediately. He refused to give any reasons, as is his nature, being something of a Hitler. He still treats me as a child. I must confess that I am slender, weak minded and lack the will power of my father. It was his suggestion that I must join the Bank. My preference was for literature. Only fools read poetry, he would say.
Mother died early in my life, and father wanted me to marry early, so that there will be a woman in the house, which was quite big and the estate a few acres in size. I hated it, as he would tell me to count the coconuts, before taking to the mill, for extracting oil. I always made mistake in counting, as my mind will wander here and there.
When I reached home, he told me to see a girl, whom I knew from childhood. I cursed my fate. She was one among half a dozen brats, black, dirty with a running nose and always babling about whatever came to her mind.
Their house was in a village which can be reached by a local train, starting early morning. The next train is in the evening. I was to go alone, as they had been informed in advance. Of course, father was too busy to come wth me.
I was thinking about Sushma, of our office,who had a liking for me. I too felt happy in her presence. I missed the station, where I was to get down. So I got down at the next station.
To my surprise and relief, my class fellow was the Station Master there !
As soon as the train left, he took me to his room. When I explained my plight, he burst out: let him go to hell. You are earning a salary. You can live with your income. One day, the old man will surely die. Don’t marry now. Wait for some years. You are only twenty two!
At lunch time, we went to his quarter, a few  steps from the station. He had infrmed his mother and  they were expecting me. He had a sister, extremely beautiful, but unhealthy. She went on talking to me, as to an old friend, though it was our first meeting. I liked her.
When I returned home, by the noon train, my father did not say anything. When I told him about my missing the place, to get down from the train,
the only comment was: what else can be expected from a dreamer?

The station master, my friend, and I belong to the same caste, Tamil Brahmins settled in Keralam. He lost no time in contacting my father and before I could think of it, my marriage with his sister was fixed. I was not unhappy.
I hired a better house and we started our life on a good note. The mobile phone enabled us to be together, even when we were separated, and I enjoyed her sweet voice almost always. Sushma, though a Nair girl, used to come to our house off and on. My wife knew how to make vada, dosa, muruku and a  host of other dishes, available only in Tamilnadu. She would teach the technique to Sushma, and sometimes, my wife would sing. She had a pleasing voice.
Every month, my wife had fever, with high temperature. I think, the doctors did not understand her problem. They went on prescribing new medicines, which were of no avail. When she became pregnant, they cautioned about her inebility to survive a delivery, but my wife was bent on having the baby.
Sushma too tried to avert the calamity, advising a D and C.
 I tried to believe in His powers. We went to all temples and offered prayers. When the time came, we went to Calicut medical college hospital, where I had friends. Sushma too came to give moral support.
Even when I recollect those times, I feel the utter helplessness of we human beings, our prayers and aspirations. I was mentally prepared to hear the worst, but was spared of the necessity. She delivered a boy and survived.

But the joy was short lived. She died of a very severe fever, becoming delirious and then uncoscious.
Sushma remained with me to look after the baby.
I was transferred to Calcutta.
When I joined the branch there, my boss was a Miss Swamy. She came and I wished her. Seeing the new comer, a flick of recognition passed through her eyes, just a momentary ray of light. She motioned me to come into her cabin.
On being seated, her smile burst into peals of lauhter. I could not understand it. How can this fashionable lady, though jet black in colour, know me, living in far away Keralam ? Yet her eyes, so magnetic and fiery, reminded me of the past. But how?
Are you not from Vallapuzha ? she asked. I was dumbfounded.
Yes.
You have a big estate there.
Yes, Madam.
OH! Forget the madam. I am simply Geeta. Once you were coming to see me, but you didn’t turn up. My father was very upset then.
I kept mum.
Several customers came in and she dismissed me.
I could not believe it. How that dirty girl has metamorphosed into this vivacious, bright, fashonably dressed, Senior Manager of a Nationalised Bank, where I am still an unknown accountant, was beyond my comprehension.
During lunch break, she called me in and we had tea and biscuits. She asked me to stay on, till she took me out to have dinner. As I was new, I didn’t have much to do. She called me in, at about four.
I must thank God you have come. I came here only one week back. I have not settled yet. Have you brought your family?
 I told her what happened.
I am so sorry man. Any way, we will stay together. I have plenty of friends here. They will fix me up.
Then she took me in her car and drove to a posh restaurant. She behaved, as though we are friends for a long time. She even ordered non-veg. items. I chose dosa which was avalilable luckily.
Why did you not try for officer’s post.
I am happy as it is.
My father pressed me hard to marry. All others are married. Now he is no more. What about you?
Mine is still alive. Very weak. Can’t hear or see.
In the night, she persuaded me to stay in her hotel room. There is plenty of room for two. We are not teenagers. I had enough sex. Now I a not interested, unless you want to.
Can I speak to my people at home?
She asked the hotel to connect the number I gave her.
Who is this Sushma? Is she attached to you?
Yes and no. See, she is looking after my son. She is very much devoted to my late wife and our son.
Well, good night! Have proper rest. Talk afterwards.
In the office, she asked my advice, even for small matters. There was a case, involving a loan of some twenty crores. She wanted me to study it thoroughly, especially the risk factor. Some minister is interested.

We shifted to a house, in a posh locality. Why not some cheap one, I asked.
Life is to enjoy. Whom shall I save money for? Will they not forget it afterwrds, when we need their help? – I had no reply.
Every one was happy, it seemd. Not some people in the office, though.
What is the relation between the two? People were curious. In our society two individuals may not live together, if they happen to be of different sex. Some anonymous letters reached H.Q. They forwarded it to our lady. She showed it to me. WHAT DOES HER ADVISOR SAY?
On the one hand, I undrestood her philosophy. But we are living in a society. We have to respect their sentiments.
Sushma wanted to come to Calcutta. I was eager to see my son. In the photo he seemed very handsome. He is now two years old. I never went home, during these two years.
That evening we went to a park. The full moon was rising in the East, spreading its milky sprays in the whole world. Geeta sat very near, encircling me with her arms, warm and soft, loving and tender. Her lips were nibbling my cheek. A celestial fragrance emanated from her body. We lay down, curling against each other. She removed the buttons of her jacket and I brought my mouth very closed to those soft buttery heaps, when we heard footsteps coming towards us…….
She bought some fine whisky and we went back home. The maid brought our food and she dismissed her. Sipping the drink and tasting the chicken, no more objectionable to me, we spent a pleasant evening.
I slept soon. In the dead of night, something was creeping over my body. When I switched on the light, I saw Geeta  licking my body, every inch of it, herself stark naked, her breasts full and the nipples erect. My body began to get hotter and hotter. She was lying over my body and almost bit my lips off.
My stuff stood up like a pillar and went into the tunnel in the valley, as easily, as a sharp knife into the soft cake……
Nex day, Sushma came with the kid. I had taken leave and went to the railway station to receive them. The boy was looking healthy and smart. Sushma looked even more bright. No one will say, it is not her child. On the way she asked me a number of questions, some very difficult to answer. Why am I staying with Geeta?
We used to go sight seeing. She was in a metropolitan city for the first time. The child too enjoyed the atmosphere in the children’s park etc. But she was very critical of Geeta. She is capable of doing anything, she said.

I told Geeta that Sushma is willing for a transfer to Calcutta. Will Madam help?
The day for their departure came. The boy was crying, but no response from Sushma. When  we went into her room, she was lying dead. Blood was coming from her mouth.
Geeta: I always kept a bottle of cyanide for emergency. She must have taken it inadvertently.
I took the baby and Sushma’s baggage. I went to the railway station, without saying a word.

Some upscale vinegars – particularly high-priced balsamics – tip the scale on lead content too, this report finds.

California’s green efforts – from using recycled paper to fighting global warming – found to be more talk than walk by this new investigative report.

Mother Jones says California’s Century as the country’s so-called Salad Bowl is about to be over. Instead, the central valley could become the next Dust Bowl.

MoJo’s Blue Marble blog has a post about how the author was “bambloozled” into buying sheets advertised as eco-friendly bamboo when they were really made out of icky rayon with bamboo content. The Federal Trade Commission was also unamused. It slapped the hand of the manufacturer, a company called Bamboosa, last month. Read all about it.

Do you know that it took cyanide to make the gold wedding band, gold earrings or watch you’re wearing? That’s right, the stuff spies carry around in case they get caught by the enemy and need to die really quickly. Well, gold mines around the world use cyanide to separate the gold from the rest of the mine rubble. It’s all safe enough, mining companies say, that is – until the cyanide seeps into the ground and drinking water suppliers. Here’s a story about the devastating effects it can have when it does.

Clorox has announced that it’s taking the chlorine out of its bleach. But the move isn’t motivated by the company’s self-proclaimed environmental ethos. Read what really appears to be fueling the change.

Here’s another reason to worry about Nicolet Minerals’ plan to
bring in 20 tons of cyanide per month for use at the Crandon Mine: Could
one of these shipments be hijacked and diverted by terrorists?

A few months ago, a convicted Algerian terrorist collaborator held
by U.S. authorities testified that in 1998 he spent 6 months at an
Afghanistan training camp where he learned to use cyanide in terrorist
chemical attacks, with Americans as intended targets.

The trainees practiced by gasing dogs with cyanide and sulfuric
acid. Trainers at the camp also recommended inserting cyanide gas into the
intake vents of buildings to ensure the maximum number of causalities.
They also taught apprentices how to mix poisons with oily substances and
smear them on doorknobs so those who touched them would be killed by toxins
absorbed through the skin.

The collaborator reported that 50 to 100 people were at the camp at
any given time, with many nationalities involved (from Jordan, Algeria,
Yemen, Saudi Arabia, Sweden, Germany, France, Turkey and the Chechnya
region of Russia.)

Law enforcement authorities are investigating whether additional
attacks using crop-dusters or hazardous chemical tankers were planned. They
have issued warnings to police to guard against the hijackings of such
vehicles.

Though the cyanide used in mining would be transported in briquet
form, it could easily be converted by adding water to form cyanide gas or
liquid, both deadly.

Esta es una de las viñetas más suaves que hay XD

Siguiendo con los Dato Feliz que tengo luego de navegar últimamente por Twitter, les hablaré sobre la viñeta que aparece arriba. Es Cyanide and Happiness.

Bueno, la página en realidad se llama EXPLOSM, pero podríamos decir que éste es el hogar de las viñetas más rancias que he visto últimamente. Esta página la tengo dentro de mis marcadores pues aparece una viñeta diaria, lo cual es parte de su gracia también. Lo rancio no va por el lado de lo penca de los dibujos. Al contrario, me gustan xD! E incluso, me gustan muchísimo las expresiones de los personajes, siento que expresan mucho xD Lo rancio va por el lado de lo políticamente incorrecto. De lo ácido de muchos de sus chistes. De lo, más que rancio, ¡corrosivo!  Y a veces, ¡más que corrosivos!

Algunas viñetas apelan al absurdo xD

Las viñetas van desde el humor puramente geek, pasando por el absurdo, por la violencia, racismo, necrofilia, incestos, y muchos más tabúes. El desparpajo a veces es bastante creativo y saca risas. Otras veces, llega a caer en lo escatológico, pero eso no ocurre tan a menudo. Esto quizás sucede por la variedad de autores. A pesar que son siempre personajes dibujados de igual manera (una cabeza redonda, un cuerpo casi cuadrado, y extremidades como líneas sin pies ni manos, de lo cual hacen chistes también), son dibujados por distintas personas, siendo para mí, que me he pasado una buena cantidad de tiempo revisando viñetas, reconocibles por ciertas cosas en la forma en la cual dibujan, e incluso en el tipo de humor.

Otra viñeta "suavecita", aunque ya con un poquito más de sangre y violencia, que es lo común aquí...

Lo otro divertido al ver muchas viñetas, es que comienzas a reconocer ciertos personajes recurrentes. Tenemos al Purpled-Shirted Eye Stabber (traducido como El Apuñalador Ocular de Polera Púrpura), a un tipo al que le gusta apretar bubis  xD! (y suena *SQUEEZE* xD), Zombie Jesus y a un conjunto de super héroes, como Seizure Man (El Hombre Ataque… pero ataque del tipo epiléptico o al corazón), ArmRubber Man (el Hombre de los Brazos de Goma, los cuales no tienen ninguna fuerza),  Lol Fag Man (Intraducible de forma directa, pero “Lol! Fag!” que quiere decir algo como “Waaaajaja! Marica!”, y su poder es… gritar eso y entonces desmoraliza al interpelado xD), AR Man (Nunca dicen su nombre, pero… Se entenderá, en cuanto veamos su “super poder”, que es “Ass Ripper Man”…) y bueno, una fauna extensa de NNs o otros personajes que no aparecen tanto…

Aparte de las viñetas, también realizan cortos animados en flash, siempre dentro de la línea de lo políticamente incorrecto. En realidad, ver y leer las viñetas de Cyanide and Happiness recuerdan bastante a SouthPark, aunque he visto muy poco de SouthPark xD En fin…

Yiha!!! Un dato importante: Los comics están en inglés.

Finalmente, en la página podemos encontrar dos secciones más, una de artículos, los cuales, sinceramente no he visto… pero ya les echaré un vistazo. Y otra sección con la cual me reí con las ocurrencias, que se trata de un cómic creado a base de opiniones de usuarios que decían qué querían que hiciera el protagonista, de lo cual salió una historia bastante entrete xD

Bueno, ese era mi Dato Feliz de hoy. Seguiré con este tipo de entry por un tiempo, porque sale fácil de hacer xD Sólo me tengo que poner a escribir de lo que veo, y con eso, no necesito aplicarle al pensar XD Sino a puro transcribir no má. Aunque… nunca pienso mucho que digamos xD

Saludos! Yiha!!!

“CULT OF DEATH” Graphite on paper – Courtesy of the FANTOM FACTION

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1960, Frances P. Yockey, Dean of the SS arrested by the FBI in Oakland

 

Clearing the Path for the Invisible BEAST

Imperium-latin, word for a command, which grew to signify the right to give orders, and so to mean supreme power, normally equivalent in the later Roman period to ‘empire’. Imperator, originally ‘commander-in-chief’, became a title used by the emperors, and came to signify ‘emperor’. The Latin writers of the Dark Ages could use imperium of a single kingdom, but the word retained the connotation of a kingdom supreme among others.

According to Nicholas Goodrick-Clark, many neo-Nazis want to establish an autocratic state to be called the Western Imperium. This proposed state would be led by a Führer-like figure, and would include all areas inhabited by the Aryan race (defined as non-Jews of European ancestry), i.e. Europe (includes all of Russia), Anglo-America, South Africa (may include Rhodesia or Zimbabwe) with its white minority, Australia, New Zealand, and southern South America (especially Chile, Argentina, southern Brazil and Uruguay.) Only those of the Aryan race would be full citizens of the state. This concept is based on the 1947 book Imperium: The Philosophy of History and Politics by Francis Parker Yockey.

Francis Parker Yockey, an American Nazi often called “The Man with Many Faces” was born in Chicago in 1917. Yockey has become an international fascist prophet and Nazi cult figure. Like his mentor Baron Julius Evola, Mussolini’s Mystic, in Italy, Yockey is an intellectual hero of the militant right wing in America. Yockey graduated from Georgetown University and earned a law degree with honors from Notre Dame in 1941.

Yockey is also often referred to as a man of many mysteries, but one thing is certain. Yockey was not an American Nazi in a vacuum as we are led to believe glorified by neo-Nazis and right wing elements. Yockey was a real Nazi associated with some of the most notorious, dangerous and influential postwar Nazis of World War II, and the worldwide underground network of Reichsfurhrer Heinrich Himmler’s war crime booty laden dreaded SS (Schutzstaffel), the BEAST.

Yockey was connected with the secret networks of Fuhrer Adolf Hitler’s most favorite and chief general; Scarface SS-Obersturmbannführer Otto Skorzeny, ODESSA, and die Spinne (“the spider”). Yockey was also a confident of Hitler’s most trusted and significant bodyguards, SS-Brigadeführer (major general) Otto Ernst Remer.

During the Nazi Reich, Yockey and an American named Harold Keith Thompson had vowed their allegiance to the BEAST of Nazi Germany. Thompson was a graduate of Yale University. Thompson had also been the public relations person for Lee Harvey Oswald’s mother, Marguerite Oswald, after the assassination of President Kennedy.

Thompson of New Jersey was the official point man in America for Skorzeny’s ODESSA and die Spinner Networks, and the “chief and almost exclusive representative in North America for the interests of the surviving National Socialist Germany Worker’s Party and the SS.” [1] 

In a captured document signed by Hitler on July 27, 1941, Thompson had been appointed a Special Agent of the Sicherheitsdienst (SD) Overseas Intelligence Unit under “the Blond Beast,” SS-Obergruppenfuhrer Reinhard Heydrick. [2]  The SD was the intelligence unit of Himmler’s BEAST, the SS.

Himmler's SS Mystic, Baron Julius Evola

Baron Julius Evola was another one of Yockey’s mentors and confederates to actually sit at the table with Hitler, Himmler, and Duce Benito Mussolini. Baron Evola was born on May 19, 1898 in Rome to a family of Sicilian aristocrats.  After completing initial training as an industrial engineer he entered the Italian Army and served in the closing days of WW1.

Evola entered the political world of Italian politics via his involvement with a brotherhood called UR that was dedicated to reviving Roman Imperial Paganism and ousting Christianity as the Faith of Rome under Mussolini. 

During the 1930’s, Baron Evola produced an Italian version of German Nazi Race Theory in which he proffered the ideal of an ‘Aryan-Roman’ race defined by a strong social hierarchy and a volatile anti-Semitism.  Mussolini adopted Evola’s racial guidelines as the official policy of the Italian Fascist State in 1938.

In September of 1943, Evola joined Hitler and Himmler’s inner circle of racial fascist mystics as an agent of the Sicherheitsdienst’s (SD) [3] Amt VII under SS-Brigadefuhrer Franz Six.

In Vienna, Evola worked undercover for the SD like Yockey as “A Man with Many Faces” on translating sacred texts and Freemason ritualistic documents seized by the Gestapo from private libraries and Masonic temples that were raided by the SS. As a rival to their Aryan mystic power, authority and control, Hitler and Himmler targeted and persecuted Masons in Nazi Germany and over 80,000 were sent to Concentration Camps. [4]

The Coming of the Invisible BEAST

After the collapse of Nazi Germany, Evola continued his sinister covert work with the BEAST, the SS.  This time, Evola worked on building, recruiting and maintaining a Nazi Underground. As early as 1938, Evola according to a cryptic reference in a SS report revealed that one of his most secret missions was to help establish a secret international order for the BEAST.

“I believe that Evola’s Vienna project was intimately linked to the development of what I will call ‘the Order,’ a new kind of Knights Templar designed to successfully function sub-rosa. Well before the end of World War II, the intelligence and financial networks of the Third Reich were hard at work preparing underground networks to survive the coming Allied occupation. Escape lines to South America and the Middle East were organized. Bank accounts were created in Switzerland and other neutral nations to finance the underground with plunder the Nazis had looted from occupied Europe. But how was this secret empire to be managed, except by a virtually invisible ‘government in exile…” [5]

“For years, Evola had been fascinated by knightly orders as expressions of the Kshatriya caste of warrior aristocrats. In the formal structure of the SS, he saw the precursor to a new Ordenstaat, a State ruled by an Order. He also understood the great advantages provided by medieval orders of chivalry due to their transnational composition. Crusading orders, like the Knights Templar and the Knights of Saint John of Jerusalem, were pan-European, with separate ‘national’ sections (‘langues,’ or tongues) unified through a Council presided over by a Grand Master. After the collapse of fascist state power, a new Order, an ‘invisible college’ of sorts, was needed not only to manipulate bank accounts and travel schedules but to have policy-making functions. Nor could it simply be run under the auspices of the Vatican, since Evola believed that Rome’s downfall had been caused by the acceptance of Christianity by the dominant faction of the Roman elite…The Order was a vessel for those ‘Hermetic’ elements of the conservative Revolution, old ruling class, and new Nazi elite not entirely beholden to the political, cultural, and religious ‘Guelf’ wing of the European aristocracy which remained ideologically to the continued propagation of the ruling Christian mythology.” [6]

Yockey, Thompson, and Evola were not neo-Nazis but real Nazis willingly working with the BEAST. Yockey and Evola weren’t mere New Age Philosophers. Both Yockey and Evola from their contacts with the SS had wittingly developed extensive knowledge of Aryan esoteric and occult folklore and mysticism. They were teachers and High Priests of the SS clearing the path worldwide for BEAST.

According, as pieces of an international conspiracy puzzle, Yockey, Thompson, and Evola’s task was to help the SS “create an inner organizational and ritual structure for the Grand Masters of a secret Shamballah whose financial nerve center was carefully hidden away in Swiss bank accounts.” [7]

Oddly enough, nevertheless being agents of the SD, Yockey and Thompson were members of U.S. Armed Forces. Thompson was a lieutenuent with U.S. Naval Rear Admiral Richard Evelyn Byrd’s fleet. Yockey served with a U.S. Army counterintelligence unit, G-2, in Germany. For whatever unknown reasons, Yockey and Thompson were directly involved with Admiral Byrd’s secret 1946-47 infamous Operation Highjump hunt for Nazis in Antarctica.

After the collapse of Nazi Germany, Hitler and a force of Nazis purporedly escaped by submarines (u-boats) to a secret underground base in Antarctica, SHANGILA-A New Berchtesgaden.  [8]

Again oddly enough and amazingly, as an agent of Skorzeny’s ODESSA and dies Spinner SS Network, Yockey was given a prosecuting attorney position with the Nuremberg (Weisbaden) War Crimes Tribunal in 1946. At Nuremberg, Yockey had direct access to VIP Nazi war criminals like Fuhrer and Reichskanzier Admiral Karl Doenitz, and may have been instrumental in covertly compromising key cases against them, and assisting Nazi rat (escape) lines out of Germany. [9]

In 1948 while in Ireland, Yockey wrote Imperium, a manifesto of international Nazism and Fascism. Yockey dedicated Imperium “To the hero of the Second World War,” Adolf Hitler. [10] Imperium received critical acclaim and praise from Skorzeny, Remer, Baron Evola, and the SS underground. Today, Imperium is likened in importance to Nazism and Fascism as Hitler’s Mein Kampf (My Struggle).

From 1946 to 1960, Yockey was a mysterious globe trekker from North America to England, Italy, Germany, Egypt, the Iron Curtain and Middle East, and Havana, Cuba always meeting with secret networks of Nazis and Fascists agent-provocateurs, spies, and initiates.

Yockey acted as a SD courier for Czech intelligence. Yockey did work with Johann Von Leers in Egypt. Leers was a Nazi propagandist a protégé of Joseph Goebbels, Reichsminister of Propaganda.  Yockey even tried to sell the Egyptian government some supposedly bogus Argentine (Brotherhood of the Bell (Die Glocke)) nuclear technology,[11] which have come only from SS Obergruppenfuhrer Dr. Hans Friedrich Karl Franz Kammler tucked away in Argentina. [12]

Yockey worked briefly as a speechwriter for Senator Joseph McCarthy. In New York City, Yockey attended the salon of the right-wing poet “Hitler’s prostitute”[13], George Sylvester Viereck, who had worked with Aleister Crowley when Crowley was a U.S. double agent-propagandist for Germany during the First World War. [14]

In 1941, Viereck was indicted for a violation of the Foreign Agents Registration Act, when he set up his pro-German publishing house, Flanders Hall, and was imprisoned from 1942 to 1947. Yockey may also have met the sexologist, Alfred Kinsey, and sex change pioneer, Dr. Harry Benjamin at Viereck’s wild satanic-SS parties.[15]

Yockey also spent time in New Orleans, writing propaganda for use in Latin America. In New Orleans, there exist rumors of a link between Yockey and Lee Harvey Oswald. [16]

In early 1960, Yockey re-entered the United States. A FBI informant reported finding Yockey leading a private gathering in San Francisco in the occultist rituals of the BEAST.

During a flight to the Bay Area, Yockey’s suitcase had been mishandled and misplaced. An American Airlines employee at the Dallas-Fort Worth opened his baggage and found seven birth certificates and three passports with different names with the same picture. [17]

The FBI traced the luggage to a residence in Oakland where Yockey intermittently resided. On June 8, 1960 when he came to pick up his baggage in Oakland, he was arrested by the FBI and interned at the San Francisco County Jail. [18]

Yockey had been strip searched and spent eleven days in jail. Nevertheless on June 17, 1960, Yockey bit into a cyanide capsule to die a Nazified death. His body was found lying on a bunk bed, dressed only in underwear and a pair of black SS-type boots. [19]

Yockey’s place of arrest at an apartment house overlooking Lake Merritt and downtown Oakland has been sited as a place of reverence by want-to-be Nazis. Yet, Yockey’s arrest in Oakland is symbolic and indicative for other reasons.

The BEAST in Oakland: IMPERIUM

We must also uphold the need for a true hierarchy and for different dignitaries, with a higher function of power installed at the top, namely the imperium. Julius Evola [20]

Before Yockey could expose Scarface Skorzeny and Himmler’s implanted underground Nazi networks around the world, in Dallas, New Orleans, San Francisco and Oakland to the U.S. Justice Department under Robert F. Kennedy, he was slipped a cyanide capsule sacrificing himself for the cause constituent with the creed of the SS.  

For one, everywhere Yockey planted himself it was for the work of BEAST, plotting, funding, teaching, and indoctrinating its initiates to clear the path for the BEAST.

Beyond their philosophical gibberish, Evola and Yockey’s bottom was that the imperium (sacred authority) consolidated by power of the rite as established by the SS was reserved to Indo-Aryans ruling classes. In their scheme of things, Aryans were the “kingdom supreme among others.”  By the creed of the SS, “power is based on superiority and not vice versa.” And to them universal suffrage, the right to vote, was “the degradation of the ruling class.”

“[M]ost people, even when they admit the notion of aristocracy in principle, ultimately settle for a very limited view of it: they admire an individual of being exception and brilliant, instead of for being one in whom a tradition and special ‘spiritual race’ shine forth, or instead of whose greatness is due not to his human virtues, but rather to the principle, the idea, and a certain regal impersonality that he embodies.”  Superman (Ubermensch) Fredrich Nietzche-German Philosopher

Oakland's Stephen Bechtel, Sr., Beholden to the SS

Fourteen years (14) after the collapse of Nazi Germany, the invisible BEAST was well at home in Oakland. J. Henry Schroeder, Nazi financer and Hitler’s Banker; and the Rockefellers set up Oakland’s most influential and powerful resident, the Bechtel Corporation. [21] It is one of this nation’s most prevailing military-industriously treacherous, dangerous and illusionary organizations in the World.

“Bechtel’s close relationship with the Central Intelligence Agency helped influence overthrows of several foreign governments perceived as unfriendly to American business goals; and allowed the company to be at the right place at the right time to take advantage of new business opportunities with puppet regimes (3). Close ties between Alan Dulles the CIA deputy Director and Steve Bechtel’s financial advisor, John Simpson, facilitated the relationship between Bechtel and the CIA. Steve Bechtel served as the CIA’s liaison with the Business Council and several other organizations directly linked with the CIA (4). The ties between Bechtel and the CIA led to collaborations in intelligence gathering that helped overthrow Iran’s Mossadeq in 1953 and Indonesia’s Sukarno and replace them with the Reza Shah Pahlavi and Suharto respectively, pro-Western, pro-business allies. Key Bechtel alumni are Reagan Secretary of Defense Casper Weinburger former Bechtel general counsel, and Reagan Secretary of State, George Schultz former Bechtel President, and current Bechtel board member. W. Kenneth Davis, former vice-president for nuclear development became Reagan’s deputy secretary of Energy and head of the Atomic Energy Commission under Reagan. William Casey, chairman of the Security and Exchange Commission under Nixon, head of the Export-Import bank under Ford, Reagan campaign manger and head of the CIA under Reagan was also a Bechtel consultant. Richard Helm was CIA director under Nixon and eventually became a Bechtel consultant. White House political advisor Perter Flanigan under Nixon became a senior partner in the Bechtel-owned investment house Dillon, Read and Company. Robert L. Hollingsworth, AEC’s general manager under Nixon became manager of manpower services at Bechtel. Nixon Treasury secretary William Simon became a Bechtel consultant. Additionally, numerous friends of Bechtel, too long to list, many working in the AEC eventually ended up with Bechtel. The close collaboration between the AEC and Bechtel was “so incestuous it is impossible to tell where the public sector begins and the private one leaves off.” [22]

If we believe what Hitler’s personal Commando Strumbannfuhrer SS Otto Skorzeny said on his deathbed that Nazi (SS) intelligence with the U.S. Office of Scientific Intelligence (OSI) formed the CIA with “Wild Bill” Donovan and Allen Dulles,[23] then Oakland’s Bechtel Corporation is one and same. It is also beholden to the SS.

Oakland’s charm and the beauty of its diversity is but an illusion. It is a dangerous place to be Young, Gifted and Black.  It was a dangerous place for CHARLES ALEX GREGORY. There is a glass house shadow government in Oakland. It is a prototype of Yockey’s IMPERIUM.

[2] http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harold_Keith_Thompson

[3] http://www.geocities.com/luclablaw/revolting_julius_evola_and_the_b.htm

[4] Id.

[5] Coogan, Kevin, Dreamer of the Day, Autonomedia, 1999, page 320-321

[6] Id.

[7] Id.

[8] http://thewebfairy.com/missilegate/rfz/swaz/chapter14.htm

[9] http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Francis_Parker_Yockey

[10] http://pages.prodigy.net/aesir/imp.htm

[11] http://www.johnreilly.info/dod.htm

[12] See Farrell, Joseph P. (2005). Reich of the Black Sun: Nazi Secret Weapons & the Cold War Allied Legend. Adventures Unlimited Press. pp. 107-108.

[13] Id. At footnote 1, page 105

[14] Id. At footnote 11

[15] Id. At footnote 12

[16] Id. At footnote 11

[17] Id. At footnote 1, page 155

[18] Id.

[19] Id. At footnote 1, page 156

[20] http://www.gnosticliberationfront.com/julius_evola%20southgate.htm

[21]http://www.the7thfire.com/Politics%20and%20History/Secrets_of_the_Federal_Reserve/Hitler_connection-7.htm.

[22] http://www.reachingcriticalwill.org/corporate/dd/bechtel.html

[23] http://www.proliberty.com/observer/20070405.htm

from: thebeefsite.com

“The first frosts of this fall and the end of two years of drought have created a potentially deadly combination for cattle in East Tennessee.

It’s a weed that has forced Lenoir City cattle farmer Bill Campbell to take major precautions reports WBIR.

“We raise red angus beef cattle,” Mr Campbell said glancing toward his 63 cows, all herded on one side of his farm. He’s keeping them off his other, grassier pasture for a reason.

“Whenever this has died completely, then we’ll be able to move my cattle off the short pasture,” Mr Campbell said about the tall, dry-looking grass spotting his winter pasture. He’s refering to Johnson grass. “It’s a hard grass to get rid of. In this frosted stage, it’s very dangerous,” Mr Campbell said.

“[After a frost] it releases a toxin called prussic acid, which is cyanide,” said UT Extension Loudon County Director John Goddard.

The last few frosts over the past couple of weeks have damaged the grass, but haven’t fully killed it. That creates a lethal danger for cows, because it will regenerate with the cyanide concentrated in its sprouts.

During the drought, cattle farmers who had the weed on their pastures were the lucky ones, because it can grow without a lot of moisture.”

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