Fools Love Being In Dependence [+]

The original title of this pre-show mash-up was “I Pity All the Fools That are Celebrating Being In Dependence Today,” but I back-pedaled and chose to avoid a cliché reference to The Ass Team’s token black [hard-ass-whipping] boy. However, after [my] show I was sorely tempted to change the title to “Bronx Zoo #1, Baby!’

Speaking of said “team,” truly remarkable how many of us were so programmed not to recognize it for little more than an inside joke for nonstop man-on-man butt-sex.

Some may wonder why many posters feature five um, “black holes,” rather than the correlating four and that’s because there was actually a woman on the show, Amy Allen, but one would be hard pressed to recall that from the promos. {*1} Yes boys, women also have an anus, but as the übergay Sherlock Holmes recently reminded us, for men so inclined, that’s just “a dead end.”

Moving past that topic to the day at hand, let’s get back to my original rant about “America In Dependence” Day. In retrospect, I will in advance elucidate that “Sky-Flowers” were zombie-distracting fireworks in The Land of the Dead.

The masster’s given all us field-hands a couple days of rest, so we best get busy and relax, drink it up and stuff our pie-hole. We be celebrating his Holy Day. He be good to us slaves. We love the masster! He fire up many of them bright pretty sky-flowers that go “boom” all for us today. Lordy! Lordy! He is righteous!

To commemorate this great Slave Holy Day, Eugene from Underground Stream made a return appearance to The Rebel Path this July 4, 2010. We touched on some topics related to this article, expanded on petrification and the event horizon, among other things.

Of course, the most important part of the holiday is that us idiots justify the masster’s treatment of us lesser beings by proving we deserve nothing better.

Undoubtedly, mass amounts of tortured flesh will be burning away on grills across the USA today, and then far more importantly in the big scheme of things consumed. Oh joyous holocaust. Do we the buffoons deserve much better than the masster allows us? Hence, we shall remain “in dependence” and celebrate the fact.

No doubt, a great many dumbAricans will be feeding a great many a hot dog to their the state’s little ones today, which will bring a great big smile and perhaps a few wanks from the Pederast Priest Class [the PiPs, i.e., Pederasts in Power that Eugene refers to]. The scene below is from a recent piece of Gay Porn (sans sex and nudity) called The Losers (2010): a cute hot little story about “a five-man crack black-ops team that’s been targeted for ass-ass-in’ation.” {*2} Someone’s fapping.

Free men need not be told when/what to celebrate. I’ve said it before (in relation to another accursed holy day), so allow me the luxury of quoting myself:

Free-men of free-will, meet at times of their choosing, honoring their own gods, or themselves should they so “choose.” The [free-range] slaves on the plantation worship whatever and celebrate whenever master commands, feigning freedom and faking free-will via rationalization, justification and nonchalant participation.

I know many will disagree with some of the above sentiments. But, if you really are tired of living in the shit, then how about instead of complaining, you lend a hand and (1) stop eating it [shit] and (2) stop shitting all over the goddamned place.

As said during the show, the two visible orifices that comprise our two extreme ends of The Human Stargate while comprising less than 0.1% of the entire system, receive about 99.9% of the attention. We’re just so wholly/holee fixated. Hence, why the PiPs and the Medes are spending copious amount of energy alternately instructing us to stuff one end or the other.

Whatever change us spiritual warriors wanna bring about will require copious amounts of energy, a non encumbering core/heart/source of purity [see above], and perhaps a little friction [or maybe a lot]. Beyond “doing it wrong” in terms of what end of your stargate serves the in function and which end serves the out, there may be an energy-conserving reason to heed the below advice, and at least, exercise some caution as to how much abuse you subject your “exit” to.

Speaking of, someone may want to [promptly] advise Saturn to tighten it’s anus, because if the madmen follow through with their plans, it’s gonna get it’s south polar opening stuffed in only a few days [2010/07/07]. {*3 Come to the think of it, the Christian-indoctrinated phrase, “Get thee behind me Satan,” may just be the worst possible fucking idea ever. Unless your name is Jehovah, this Rebel might be a better choice to “watch your back.”

I was unable to do my “Live from the Edge of the Abyss” show on Wednesday, 7/7, but I managed to contain my bitchiness for another day and let it all out the following day. The show, in my opinion was a hoot, a must hear:

On this Sunday, 7/11, Lenon Honor will be back, and sometime before the show commences, I’ll repost the “in-limbo” article which includes my recent visit to his show…

*1: I am speaking of the old TV show. I haven’t bothered to look too much into the new Ass Team Movie, but seeing that it will be starring the shit-sucking disgrace to his heritage, Liam Neeson, the man who did such a splendid job helping paint Alfred Kinsey, one of American’s most deviant pederasts as a lovable misunderstood oaf that wanted to “help” people. It might be a safe assumption, considering trends, that the new version will suggest more man-on-boy butt-sex. [LB]

*2: As with many a porno, once you take out the sex [or in this movie’s case all the codes that Don’t Go West reveals], you’ll find almost no story left. It could simply be summed up as Hot Muscular Pizza Guy makes a delivery to a “Straight” Fraternity House, and since they spent all their money on beer, he demands a group massage as payment. BTW: I’ve discussed the Hot Dog-Phallus Mind-Fuck before. [LB]

*3: The closing image of this piece was sent to me by Alex Robinson. If you chanced on such an image, who the hell else would you send it to? Have to admit, there was a reason I’ve been [no pun intended] sitting on it for a while … synchronicity mandated its use today. [LB]