The State election looms, Vote for Uncle-Daddy and his sort of crap!

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Choice!

They all still have to play footsie with their bankers who talk to their bankers, who then, finally, talk to the Banksters.

Am I repeating myself?

This is why I prefer the untrammeled mental pastures of Uncle-Daddy!

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As Uncle-Daddy tries to find parking….

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Uncle-daddy, realizing that the election could be stolen and sold on the international black-market as a table ornament, rushes to the aid of democracy and takes a call from Alannah at the same time!

What a hero!

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I’m sure we’re all looking forward to being let down all over again.

But this time we can blame Uncle-Daddy. He likes the heat!

Horserotovator has glued himself to a fine piece of time.

….and today being the day after the election we now know the outcome……

I wish them all the good luck and good will I can muster while I wrestle with my own horses….!

Horserotovator has done the numbers and can say they all add up to the last six digits of pi.

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Oh God! The Election’s Not Til NEXT YEAR!

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How detailed an analysis do we want?

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I have to say that as an avid conspiracy theorist I’m getting a little tired of reading and hearing about this or that group of secretive elitists being the reason we are facing the precarious predicament of modernity. It’s true that these elitists have gamed a system that always will favor those with the dosh to do so. It is also true that these elitists have started conflagrations that have cost countless lives and inflicted suffering onto millions. But the people who actually do the gaming, torturing, and killing, are people drawn from the ranks of….us!

We are enlisted into this nightmare scenario because we are fucked in the head from a corrupted education system that blinds us to the fundamental pitfalls of centralized control by individuals who we don’t know who represent interests we can’t readily see. If at all.

Because we have become so dependent on our system that has removed us from our ability to live independently from it we are driven by the acquisition of enough assets through slavish adherence to the fiat, debt-based monetary system to not feel at a disadvantage in it’s all encompassing embrace.

This system favors those who have seen this situation early and have felt comfortable working within it’s suffocating confines. Suffocating for me because our system of existence seems to have exploitation as its core mechanism for making it work.

I mean to say that war would have to be the ultimate form of exploitation yet we think there is a good and a bad side to a war when it’s just a horror show, up close and personal for those in the theater of battle.

How do we change it? I guess by building the bonds within a community and the resources it can provide if we can co-operate rather that gather under banners and party streamers jeering at the opposition who we have to live and work with. The two Party system causes division where there should be none. We cluster around ‘identity’ politics and politicians who encourage us to hate the opposition. This is so counter-productive to having a fully functioning democracy because it means that nearly half of the country’s population will feel they are being ruled by a political enemy.

People will protest that they don’t think in such terms but unfortunately people don’t know themselves very well when it comes to the herd mentality and political doctrine. Especially in times of economic downturn. This pitches us against elements within our own communities and therefore we tend not see the manipulations of the elites who set these trains of events into motion.

The elite rely on our inculcated flaws in character to advance their agenda of total control of the majority to impose the hegemony of the Babylonian Bankster/Priests!

I guess I’ll be pretty good at drawing these characters by the time March 2017 rolls around!

Colin rearranges his deck! (Ends up Butthurt!)

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You got to know when to throw in the towel.

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Back out front of house….

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Is it some thing that I said over such a long period of time that has led me to this place? As I said I’m being as consistent like, even though it would be more ‘expedient’ of me to throw all my hard thought ideology into the waste-paper basket of debt-based, and fear induced, fiat currency. Even though it has the full faith and military hardware to prove it, currency only wants to be seen as one of the boys, doing the rounds and collecting the goods!

Someone wants me to write something sensible on State politics but it aint going to be me! How can you when the population is mired in the impossibility of being anything to anyone and still unable to grasp the fundamentals of living in a fiscally inverted sand-bike velodrome. As explained to us in unfathomable detail by our political elders as they alternately spend and slash on the State’s dime.

You want to know what I really think about politics? Well, you’ll have to scroll down to the comments to see where I pick-up. I need to update this now and the comments will have to wait for a bit……

Oh brother! I’ve got the radio on at the moment and I’m sitting typing and flabbergasting at the immensity of the malfeasance, the obfuscation, the arrogant disregard, the stinking hubris born of a rabid and totally blown out of proportion sense of entitlement, the greed of those who are entrusted to not do such naughty stuff as to make B.B. shine in comparison to E.B.! Shine like a rusty nail jammed bloody and immensely dissatisfied that they have been used as some kind of extended metaphor in an scene not of their literary agents liking! Torn from their original meaning and cast like a worthless harlot into a harbor of as yet untested fluids. They lay there, jerking out sniggering tunes of labors lost and other electoral defeats.

Time will not be used to testify against any type of political promise by Col’s LNP. Time has been stripped of all it’s lateral movement and will now be known as a scalar quantity only divisible by the square root of 0.

If we can’t have that then,

Everyone needs to be brainwashed so that there is no more dissent and the poor and sick just accept their lot and go quietly into the night. Like they say in those books that the elite write about the poor, sick, and disabled. Knowing some of those sort of people it would seem that most are broken by the government systems they have to beg to in order to survive anyway, so it wont be hard to herd them into gas chambers. (quietly into the night means in a quick and orderly fashion you wil be transported to the occupied territories of Palestine where you will be given full Palestinian freedom to be shot, bombed, imprisoned, and summarily executed just like the rest of them because….well, because YOU’RE ALL TERRORISTS…Sieg-Heil!)

We have to face facts! We can’t afford the poor to be sick and disabled. It’s good that they remain poor and desperate not to upset the tiny island of stability they may have developed for themselves and their loved ones. (so no one will be getting any angry emails from any of those sort of people any time soon!)  But we can’t be spending a load of money and well, rich, peoples time on poor peoples health when we have wars to prosecute and places to bomb and collateral damage to make excuses for and banks to prop-up and subsidies to large corporations to give and favors to repay after being elected on a platform that is just a thin sheet of empty promises that turn out to be a deep, thick, and oozy covering of full-on Turn-Bull-Shit!

Remember! An uppity poor person is probably a terrorist who has recently received training from a number of disreputable I.S.I.S. service providers who have not gained the proper CIA accreditation and guidance ‘fact sheets’.

None of them will give you a valid provider number so you can get a government sponsored cover story!

Horserotovator has work to do so will bid you all adieu! He also hopes you understand the concepts of satire and irony because if you don’t, well, he has no idea himself so we’re all scratching our heads!

Uncle-Daddy Gets Flung Back To A Deviated Perth!

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Oh dear! How things have changed while Uncle-Daddy was away fighting the good fight against irrational thought, welfare dependency, crazy thought experiments, and delusional politicians……

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I keep publishing because;

Only the poor can fight for the poor against the scourge of oligarchic rule from afar. The people who claim to rule in our name are nothing but traitors to me. I have watched while they have been taking from the cornucopia while denying it exists for the rest of us. Their logic being that they want it all for themselves while we starve in ignorance as the psychotropic drugs are distilled into our brains from the water-supply, the medical system, free to air radio and TV, in a lethal concoction of sympathetic neurally transmitted brain inhibitors. All contained within the architecture of an oligarchic structure that has been built to obscure and obfuscate the truth of our potential as an entire, connected, empathetic, multifaceted race of beings that can think beyond the moment. (Plus it’s a politicians guilty pleasure to see colleagues lampooned. I only want to help them to be happy!)

Later, dear readers……

Horserotovator…..

It’s Monday morning WA time and I’m reading about the probable shooting war that is about to break out along the Turkish/Syrian boarder between NATO and Russian forces. I’m putting it out there for all concerned to stand down for the sake of every ones sake. (That will sure make a difference!) We cannot and will never be able to solve our problems by killing each other. The escalation from France to invoke article 5 because of the Paris ‘Terrorist Attacks’ will just increase the risks to unacceptable levels.

Anyway, if these idiots insist on destroying the planet (again) let it be known that it was them, not us, who did it.

Catch you later, if the net is still functioning properly.

hANG oN! It’s Still a One Horserotovator Town !

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Read on, and get something from here you’ll NEVER find anywhere else!…..

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I’m starting to feel the sub-version affecting my eyesight with an insight that, although unsightly, rubs salt deep into wounds that will never be more than superficial scratches upon the great arc of the covenant of convenience. Unto the next….chapter with Helicopter Bernanke in his banana pants cruisin’ a paddle-pop for a frenzy!

It’s a One Horserotovator Town! (Up-dated for your inconvenience!)

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Uncle-Daddy is back and he’s even more deranged and unmanageable than he was previously!

This is the story of what happens when the finest minds of the known Universe can get together and decide to build and operate their very own heavy element particle collider. Or in the parlance of those people who can visualize these processes; deconstructing the fundamental forces that hold our universe together under a set of physical rules that are only as relative as the active particles and associated energy fields that occupy its space/time configuration.

Uncle-Daddy has been noticing that the time-line that he was supposed to be on has been fused with another precipitating serious consequences for the entire universe.

This tampering of time lines is a direct consequence of the weapon research being carried out at C.E.R.N. and other institutions dedicated to the wanton destruction of human life and habitat.

Uncle-Daddy, once again, has been thrust into the spotlight as the only man capable of stopping these forces from being unleashed onto an unsuspecting population rendering them all sexually obsessed with lady GaGa’s political views. (Her implants have other plans!)

West Australia’s Emperor, Colin ‘the Hedgehog’ Barnett, takes center stage once again as he has been slated for another FOUR to EIGHT YEARS in power as the ruler and deity of the Asian Western Australia. (The secret Treaties have already been negotiated and ratified between the Elites and Kim Jung Un for the Gulags to begin construction.)

Laugh all you like while they let you get raped repeatedly on Manus Island as you are treated worse than a North Korean man who has been decreed a woman for the purposes of anal rectification by the armed forces.

Speaking of armed forces,

The evidence has been assembled to question the mental veracity of Vax Vet’s decision to go all medical when he’s only previous experience was taking the fingers from dead people and threading them onto necklaces worn by all the Special Oops! personnel as talisman for the Taliban.

Asset sales boom as the prices go bust. $38 Billion becomes $70 Billion within 5 years. Hold on to your hats! It’s time to get lucky.

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C.E.R.N.’s experiments are smashing apart the forces that hold reality to a certain sort of conformity. But now with the unleashing of the collected mind of closeted, pampered, ego-centric, driven beyond sanity in pursuit of unlimited knowledge (which is power to a particle/nuclear physicist), sub-atomic particle deconstruction and reassembly technicians, we are about to find out what happens when you start playing with matches near a tank of leaking gas.

Time for a song.

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Music turns to noise then turns on it’s producer by wresting control of the creative process and sending it to itself in a return addressed envelope.

Suddenly, over a period of years, the entire vista is revealed via Google Earth.

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Meanwhile, ………

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Changing gears, finding no 4th and instead slipping time-lines, we pick up the plot-line that closely follows all the other plot-lines in a Terminator/M.I. movie…..

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Uncle-Daddy has placed himself within the Pantheon of the best at any rate.

(Up-date) It has and can I collect my prize? No! Wait. I don’t want a prize. That means that whoever authorized it probably thinks that I will panic and explode on impact. Don’t even bother thinking about it as I have already put that little notion into a duffel bag and dropped it off outside some public building to cause more trouble than it will ever be worth.

Horserotovator has bolted from the barn and is shutting himself outside the Bill Gates of Hell as we celebrate his humor!?!

C.O.A.G.-Chronic Obstructive Australian Government.

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Barnett and his LNP criminal mates in Western Australia have given all our money away building roads and infrastructure to mines that will probably not return cents on the dollar invested by the State over time. This is because of the precipitous drop in commodity prices across the board, (not just iron-ore), that people in power knew was coming but hid from the unwitting public. They did this so their rich mates could get even richer by milking the State for projects they could skim profits from or divert income into streams of slush that could all be hidden in the economic collapse (that we can all feel but are told to deny and live a fantasy instead!) that is being managed carefully from behind the scenes but before our very eyes.

What’s new?, I hear people asking. Yes, it has ever been thus.

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Let me preface this next part of my rantings by stating the blindingly obvious that cynical, rich, and powerful people decide our fate and yet they are completely bereft of the skill-set necessary to undertake such a task with anything approaching an empathetic, all encompassing, vision. Easier said than done, old cheese! So they just enrich themselves at our expense and to hell with the consequences to everyone who can’t buy their way-out. We, who are now so dependent on the elite system of welfare/warfare are left with no choice but to fight over the crumbs that they toss-off down to us. They call it the ‘trickle-down’ effect and it has been raining down ever since they thought that one up. I feel that they want us all to be carrying round multiple packets of jiz-wipes just so we don’t have to wipe it off with our bare hands.

Then again, it’s so hard, trying to second guess the conspiracies of the elite against everybody who isn’t protected by an even greater bunch of elite conspirators. With myself being a conspiracy of one, I have found it difficult to enunciate my rather simple plan for the future of the human race. The moment I get asked a question on that subject of interest by someone I’m unfamiliar with I immediately have them eliminated in case they are just trying to get close to me through my genius. I have to be careful not to let the ‘brain-suckers’ from the Bank of International Setttlements get to close otherwise they will suck all my vast intellectual resources out my backside and redeem a set of party animals with it.

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I figure that because I’ve only got one picture this week I’d better use it three different ways to vent my spleen, so to speak. I’m using the technique of subtle difference and understated revenue base to articulate the inherent contradictions that are ever present in the great mind of Colin Barnett and his (ad)Ministers (opiates to the masses) concerning the needs of the few and the needs of the even fewer, needy, rich, parasites who gravitate toward politics like it was their mothers tit.

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Well, there you have it, three uses of the same piece of art-work so that I can justify to myself waffling on and on about subjects I have mostly only second, or third, hand experience of. I should make a huge song and dance about the fact that I’m educated enough to realize that I was well and truly set-up to be the fool. Not only in my young life, but in adult-hood as well. The apparent winging is because I want the world to know that it is ‘coincidentally’ fantastic that we should have a ‘security’ scare just before ANZAC day as Tony Abbott was worried not enough people (families) would be coming out to celebrate the fact that we’re better at killing people than most others on the planet. He even came on the telly to congratulate all the participants in the latest ‘false flag’ and not to blame Muslims for being mad terrorists who could explode at inappropriate times and in places frequented by those not hooked-up to their own form of suicide vest. I’m gonna say that the whole MIC looks like a suicide vest to me. It just proliferates Helter-skeltor without the harsh restraint of a strong civilian polity. I can’t be positive about such subjects when people, in general, just have no appreciation of the corrupting ability the MIC has. Most people think that it’s right and proper to be gung-ho for war when it isn’t on you. Australians, apart from a few bombs dropped on Darwin during the second world war, have no experience of war being waged around and through them. Like in the Ukraine.

Seeing as it’s ANZAC day soon, I will tell you my experience of being a child of parents who were made civilian casualties of war. Not in the sense that they were literally bombed out or forced at gun-point from their homes but they did have bombs dropping around them as they were in north London and endured the Blitz. My mothers recollection is of becoming so fatalistic that they wouldn’t even go to the bomb shelters as they were often no better than death traps in themselves. Her father was on ‘fire watch’ and one time had to attend a building where the shelter was above ground and when he walked into the shelter found all the people there, still sitting, dead from the shock/blast wave of a bomb that had gone off some streets away.

These things would tend to leave disturbing memories for those who witness them.

My mother was strafed with machine gun fire one time while playing in the street with her friends from a German fighter plane of some kind. Probably one of the escorts for the bombers who regularly flew their bombs from European soil to England. They weren’t as regular as the ‘Doodle-bugs’ toward the latter part of the war. V-1’s and V-2’s that would emit their unique low hum that would shake the buildings as they came overhead whereupon their motor would cut out and then the agonizing wait in chilling silence until the whistling just before it hit it’s (un)intended target as it came almost straight down.

Then there was those incendiary-bombs that could kill with their shock-wave alone. Probably the cause of the deaths I mentioned earlier. Plus add the specter of unexploded bombs going off without warning and you get some very distorted individuals moving forward into adult-hood.

It has become a certainty of mine that both my parents got PTSD and were never diagnosed or treated for it.

From my own internal studies of my family and all the external examples of war-torn families I’m sure that my life would have been different in a more positive way if I had not been born to people who have been victims of war.

They messed-up my brother and myself pretty thoroughly whilst they were exploding at each other, unable to break free of the PTSD programed into them during those formative years. They reproduced the battle at home and the arbitrary and seemingly random carnage with it. But hey, nobody actually got killed or seriously injured so as long as my father could hide the war from the public by moving us all around the world so we could never make contacts with people who would see the destruction, everything would appear as normal.

We hide our wars from the public who pays for them.

Same shit, different bucket.

So when Tony Abbott sculls a bucket of shit and grins from ear to ear we’ll know, … Yes, we’ll know…. that war is great as long as it’s somewhere else. Killing and terrifying the young and old alike because they don’t count and we don’t really care because we’ve never directly encountered war. At least not around our own homes as it was for my parents.

My parents eventually separated and divorced when I was 16 having completely disrupted my childhood and schooling by running around the world and being at war simultaneously. Creating kids who couldn’t socialize when it really counted and instilling a lack of emotional stability. The cost to my life has been devastating and long lasting.

THAT is a cost of war that you wont find in the collective sub-conscious of an increasingly unconscious nation as it sleep-walks toward another series of conflicts that keep us tribal and stupid.

You wont find me at any ANZAC day ceremony commemorating the death of countless millions just so the elite can justify their swinging cuts to social services and welfare, here, in Australia, or anywhere else in the world that they aren’t actually bombing at the moment.

Maybe that’s it. Either you’re on board with the bankster led credit freeze and impoverishment of the working classes or we’ll turn your country into a cesspool of extremists and then use them as an excuse to bomb the ABSOLUTE FUCK OUT OF YOU!

Now in my fifties, I can reflect on my own mis-spent life and wonder where it all went wrong.

Deterrence would have made a decent first name if it weren’t for all the negative connotations associated with it’s parent and legal guardian, Deterrorist.

I’ve had enough of all this for one day/night/day, so I’m taking my cross-eyed rattle-snake to the hypnotist to be stuffed.

Horserotovator is overtired so he is going to operate some heavy machinery while arguing over the phone about unpaid drug-debts to some Bikers who just happen to know who his favorite politicians are. Let me put that another way, with the price of smack dropping through the floor and crystal-meth being the drug of choice self-destruction, politicians will try and get their name as closely associated with the drug as possible without actually producing a pipe for the cameras and whacking down a few lung-fools of polly kool-aid.

“Listen to me, kiddies, I’m your prime minister and I love war because I see no problem with killing to get my way when it comes to those evil other people who I can’t know because if I did I’d be a traitor who was conspiring to overthrow me! You understand, I’m sure!”

Oh, God! Let me operate this heavy machinery in a manner that will render even the most reckless amongst us speechless!! Fuck-off biker-scum, I don’t owe you nuthin’ for that crap gear……Don’t shout, faggot, your boyfriends might hear you and come running in with your favorite douche-bag, douche-bag!……..

 

See y’all!