The tree grew, and was strong, and the height thereof reached unto heaven, and the sight thereof to the end of all the earth.
I know I should be writing something about the complete exposure of the entire Matrix that is going on right now with Hillary Clinton ... but you know what? When you get my age you no longer care about vindication. You lose interest in proving to others you were right. You lose interest in having them agree with you. You lose interest in them, period. You no longer care for their scorn, their admiration or anything in between. You lose interest in even thinking about them. It doesn't matter to me anymore. They have proven over the course of my fifty years that they don't think, at all. How could they matter if they refuse to use their God-given ability to reason? All they've got left between them and animals is their God-given souls. It testifies to the goodness of God and proves they are hopelessly damned without their recognition of it.
I would much rather think about things like this. I find the epiphanies of the mob, scarce as they are and far apart, to scarcely be worth noticing. Things like the photo above are so much more interesting.That picture is a gateway right through the looking glass if you stare at it long enough. It is like taking a bucket full of red pills from Morpheus and waking up after which you then wake up from waking up and then waking up again. I am convinced the thrill I feel looking at that photo is the divine spark of consciousness I got from God finally working a little bit for the first time in my life.
I hope Donald does a good job if he gets in. I really do.
Whoever gets elected, I reckon itz coming. The best voting nowadays is done with a shovel. It's a vote of no confidence in these idiots altogether and you definitely are backing a winning horse if that is your vote. Take care of yourself and your loved ones, forget about these critters. They don't stand a chance. Do you know both Clintons and the entire planet got away with this stuff for FORTY YEARS? These people are the good guys according to their story and you and I are the bad guys. They shot Kennedy a month after I was born and have been in charge this entire time with the willing obedience of the sheeple. For my entire life. That entire time, anybody with an IQ above room temperature is blasted as a possible Nazi. Can anybody blame me if I lost interest? They're not just evil - they are REALLY BORING. It is the banality that gets you. It is the platitudes and bromides they wear your nerves down with. It never ends with these creatures. Never one second they don't seem to be doing some kind of NAKED GUN style parody.
Donald just might buy us all some time. My advice is to pack your rice.
I am starting to wonder if the Neanderthals great sin, the worst thing they ever did, the biggest mistake they ever made, was to work as day labourers for cash on the barrel for the melonheads. They simply did a hard day's work and before they began to realise what they were doing was incredibly wrong, they had already cashed their paycheques. By the time they stopped they had done terrible damage to creation by simply working for others and not questioning the tasks they were given. There is that indifference again. No wonder God despised Esau, the strong man of the Earth who was good with his hands and prided himself on his prowess. No wonder.
|Just doing a job. Melonheads said to take it down so we did. Not our fault if we simply deliver a service.|
Enkidu quakes with fear but urges his friend, "Finish him, Gilgamesh. Do it quickly, before the Gods consult each other. Remember the people will honor us. They will forever remember us as the slayers of Humbaba and the liberators of the Evergreen Forest. We will be heroes and remembered through all eternity."
Humbaba listens to Enkidu, then answers. "You are wrong, Enkidu. For a time maybe you shall be remembered as the liberators of the Evergreen Forest, but you will not be honored for it long. The Gods set me here in their wisdom. They know that people are greedy and shortsighted. They will cut down the entire forest to get rich and the wealth of Lebanon and Syria will be gone. It will take only a few years after my passing and these trees shall all be gone. There will be no more trees in the land - it will be a barren wasteland. The Evergreen Forest shall be sold to Egypt by greedy men for gain! This place will be a desert and there will be no marker to ever show you were here, no evidence of your deeds!"
Enkidu cries again, "Finish him, Gilgamesh. Do it quickly, before the Gods consult each other. Remember, the people will honor us. They will forever remember us as the slayers of Humbaba and the heroes of the Evergreen Forest."
Humbaba listens to Enkidu, then answers. "Neither of you will live to old age. The curse of the Gods will be upon you Enkidu because you would know better than your friend Gilgamesh. You will never sleep again! You will be the loneliest creature who ever lived! You will be shut off from life and see it only through a veil! You will scream and no one will hear you, no one will speak to you! Try to forget and your nose will issue blood to remind you! You will be strengthened to keep you alive and on your feet to keep you suffering! It is easy for the Gods to destroy you but they will make you an example so that it will be known what becomes of those who challenge the Gods! I can spare you all these things if you tell your friend Gilgamesh to stay his blade!"
Enkidu says, "Finish him, Gilgamesh. I am talking to you, my friend, but you are not responding. Quickly, Gilgamesh, finish him off! "
Then king Gilgamesh smote Humbaba and cut off his head and at that moment Enkidu saw his own nose gush blood to signify the curse as his reward.
- THE EPIC OF GILGAMESH, Incorporated with newly discovered fragments from the Sulaymaniyah Museum