I found this online:

I found this online.  She looks familiar somehow.  I don't know, man.  Things that make ya go "What The Fuck?"  Now where have I seen this woman at before?  Hmmmmmm...  Huh.  Brain-fart.
Brain-freeze, better go eat some ice cream.
I'll report back later if I remember anything pertinent.
Later, gator.

Something different:

I want to rant about something different tonight.  I wanna rant about porn.

Why does porn always have to show somebody's dick?  I don't wanna see that.  If I want to see a dick I can just look down at my own.  I watch porn for the pussy, goddamnit.

And why the fuck do they all have to shave their pubes off, anyway?  What the fuck?  Whatever happened to all the beautiful ladies with big hairy bushes around their cunts?  And why is it so hard to find real women who don't shave anymore?  What's up with that?  I just wanna find a nice crazy woman, (Yeah, they're all crazy!) close to my own age, (within twelve years younger or older,) with a calm personality, with hairy pussy and pits, who likes to pee.  Am I asking too fuckin much here?  I'm drawn to petite brunettes with long straight hair, but I'm open to any woman, (yeah, even the shaved ones, I reckon) as long as she doesn't try to change me...

Well, this started out as a rant about porn, but it segued into a tirade about hairy pussy and ended up with me making an (almost) desperate plea for a new girlfriend.   Fuck.

I think I fuckin think too fuckin much, I think.
Time to go watch more Joe Cartoon.

Bye, yall.

Shut down Congress

Government shutdown?
Yeah, ok.  So what did they actually shut down?  Well, turns out, national monuments. That's right, folks, if you want to see George Washington's Phallus, or the Vietnam Wall, public attractions located in open spaces, you can't.  The spiteful fuckass fascist government has actually wasted more tax dollars to erect barricades around usually open spaces, and pay security personnel to patrol them and keep you & me out of our own public spaces!  Yeah.  Retarded, isn't it?  Politicians in action.

Worse, they've closed national parks, and folks who live in national parks have been evicted from their homes!  Here's an example: http://t.now.msn.com/ralph-and-joyce-spencer-elderly-nevada-couple-kicked-out-of-home-till-shutdown-ends That's right, an elderly couple evicted from their home by the goddamn government.  Sons of bitches.  All done out of pure spite, because fuckass congress and fuckass Obama can't agree on how to best go about accomplishing their common goal of fucking the American taxpayer out of every last dime.  Angry yet?  Wait, it gets better.

Fuckass douchebag Harry Reid (who last week said he would deny funding to cancer research) and fuckass Obama want to raise the debt ceiling so they can borrow more funny money from China.  Ready to learn to speak Mandarin yet?  (I've got a few key phrases memorized from Firefly)

The truckers continue to protest all this bullshit by driving in circles around I-495, clogging traffic.  They really should jam up all the roads into DC early Monday morning, and people should clog up all the Metro stations to keep government personnel from getting to work.  Still, that doesn't solve the problem, which is government out of control.

What we need to do is shut them down for real!  It's time to fire all the politicians and run things ourselves.  Politicians, regardless of party affiliation, are all a bunch of lazy leeches sucking sustenance from the American people.  The definition of democracy is one individual = one vote, on everything, and the majority decides.  It never meant "electing" a hoard of stuffed suits and giving them the power to decide by proxy in our stead.  This charade has gone on long enough.  It's high time we stand up and take back what is rightfully ours from the gloved fist of fascism.  Fuck the NWO fascist police state, fuck their ludicrous "laws" created to rob us and keep us restrained like sheep in a pen, and fuck the television-induced laziness and apathy which allowed it to happen in the first place.

What once had the potential to become the greatest nation on the face of Mother Earth has now become the laughing stock.  It makes me ashamed to be American.  It really does.  Most of the western world views us as a joke - a fat, lazy, couch-potato joke.  The Asian countries view us as stupid consumers of mass-produced garbage.  The Arab world views us as the enemy, and we view them as goat-fucking camel jockeys and terrorists bent on world domination.  All this viewing is largely due to mass television  viewing, controlled by mass media, who are instructed what to broadcast by the NWO.... Round and around the big shitball goes, and where it stops, nobody knows.

How Deep Does The Rabbit Hole Go?

                  One Bear Wants to know....

       Just How Deep Does The Rabbit Hole Go?

"If you are going to tell people the truth, you had better make them laugh, or else they will kill you."
~George Bernard Shaw

Seems the often-quoted Mr Shaw was correct there, or at least, if not murder you outright, at the very least they will belligerently deny what you tell them, ridicule you, throw eggs and mud at you, defame your character, etc.  I cite the overuse of the term "Conspiracy Theory"...
While it's true that theories abound, on all manner of subjects, the fact remains that Conspiracy exists.  In and of itself it is not a "theory" but is a proven fact.  People conspire, for one reason or another.  They might conspire to rob you, or to screw your wife.  They might conspire to discredit you, to betray you, or to otherwise fuck up your life.  They might even conspire to murder someone and frame you for it by planting a knife.  There is an old saying, "Trust no one."

For a long time now, a very long time, most of my life in fact, I have known that something was not right.  Something is off-kilter.  Things are not as they should be, and things are not always as they seem to be.  Stephen King used the term slippage in his novel co-written with Peter Straub, The Talisman, and its sequal, Black House.  Slippage is a good word, a descriptive word.  Like the heat you see rising on a hot summer day, which science will tell you is the convection currents bending and refracting light, whatever.  Picture that same visualization, but everywhere, all the time, as if the matrix was unstable and you could see it waffling.  (I'm talking metaphorically here, for the most part, but sometimes it actually can be seen.)  At any rate, something is wrong.  I knew it from early childhood, the way people act, the way they speak, the way things are...  The yellow signs with "Fallout Shelter" and the radiation symbol on them that were so prevalant during the cold war days, the overall strangeness of things, the mysterious tunnel that seemed to go waaaaaaaay back under the shopping center, way deep into the hillside...  The high-tension power lines that ran directly over the house...  The streetlights in the parking lots that seemed as though they they were watching you,  and the hummmm they made, like they might just get up and walk around whenever nobody was looking...  The weird "airplanes" with the big round front, like the Starship Enterprise...  The weird way the neighbors walked, and talked, and behaved, some like they were walking around in a daze, operating on auto-pilot, others like they were looking right thru you, reading your mind...

Keep in mind now that these were observations I made as a small child, long before I ever did any drugs, long before I saw the film  "They Live",  before Neil Armstrong walked on the moon, before my cousin joined the Marine Corps and went to Vietnam, back when all that I should have been concerned with was playing with toys and learning how to wipe my own butt and tie my own shoes.  Even that long ago I knew somehow that something wasn't right.  Now that I'm in my forties I can look back on the chronological progression of events and see paterns emerge throughout the fabric of things.  The older I get, the more earnestly I want to know just how deep the rabbit hole goes.

On the morning of 9/11/01, I was sound asleep, when my GF woke me up smacking me on the shoulder.  I said, "The weed's on your side of the bed!" She said, "Get up and look at the tv, the World Trade Center's on fire!"  I opened my eyes and saw the first tower burning.  I saw what appeared to be a plane, and I thought it was one of those planes they use to dump water on forest fires, until I saw boom, and the second tower bursting into flames.  I immediately sat bolt upright and said "Holy Fuck!"  As I watched the events of that day unfolding, my thoughts went back to Oklahoma City, Columbine, Waco, and Ruby Ridge.  Somehow my mind instantly made the connection.  I knew it without knowing how or why I knew it.  I also knew right away that the story they were telling was fishy and full of holes.  You could tell by the way the towers came down that it looked exactly like every controlled demolition video...   Bill Cooper published Pale Horse in, what, '99?  I didn't read it until '04.  When I read that book, it confirmed certain suspicions that I had had for a long time.  It also gave me new directions in which to aim my perceptive gaze.  Cooper said "Don't take my word for it, do your own research!" And so I did.  I started investigating, while keeping an open mind to the best of my ability.  I started seeing the patterns emerge.  This shit goes way back.  I mean way back.  The further back I look, the more patterns I see, woven like a web of deception.  9/11 was a false flag operation to give "W" an excuse for invading the middle east and starting an oil war, but mainly to set up an excuse for instituting the "Patriot Act", arguably the most un-patriotic and unconstitutional piece of garbage-legislation ever.  Now we have the "Sandy Hook Shooting", another obvious false flag op, this time to set up an excuse to legislate gun control.  Now I don't know if there even was an actual shooting, due to the bizarre, completely muddled huggermugger of misinformation surrounding this story.  There are too many distortions, too many contradictions, and the whole mess just screams Bullshit! (with bells and whistles, diesel horns, sirens, and flashing red lights)  Put that story together with the supposed "meteor" that was observed by hundreds of eyewitnesses up and down the eastern seaboard and at least as far west as Ohio, maybe farther.  Now add the "meteor" that the Russians shot sown last month.  Now throw in our friendly neighborhood Korean despot Mr Kim Jong Un, and Dennis Rodman.... WHAT?! Wait, Dennis fucking Rodman personally invited to have a sit down with Mr Kim?  Does any of this bullshit seem, maybe, oh, orchestrated?  Hmmmm... [Things that make you go hmm...]

Well, I'm beginning to lose my train of thought, so I'll just post a few links here:
Oligarchy... Does this give you something to think about?  Ok, howbout this:
Atlantean Conspiracy (Not that I necessarilly agree... but it makes you think.)
And, since I don't subscribe to religious dogma, and have seen the contradictions throughout the bible, I don't necessarilly agree with religious viewpoints, but this next one is talking about The Black Nobility ........ Sometimes you have to just read everything (while maintaining an open mind) and then sort out the truth from the bullshit. Even misinformation has a few gains of truth, the trick is picking them out from the mess. .........  And finally, a blog that I just discovered today, ("discovered", kind of like Columbus "discovered" North America", as in how can one "discover" something that is already there?) Event Horizon (Which, incidentally, was the name of a pretty good space movie starring that guy from Jurassic Park...)

Ok, that's all I'm gonna rant about right now.. "Uh-dee-uh, uh-dee-uh, uh-dee-uh, uh, that's all folks."

What do you know?

What do you know, we're being bombarded with meteors, it must be March.
Well, maybe it's meteors, one cannot be certain.  Could be space junk, since there's copious amounts of it orbiting our Earth, and at any given moment on any given day a sizable chunck of it could just decide "Fuck it! Today's the day my orbit's gonna decay." and come hurtling groundwards at a thousand miles a second, maybe (Hopefully) burning up on reentry, or possibly crashing into some unsuspecting person's home and going Kaboop. (Hence the picture of Frank.)
"Wake up Donnie, get the fuck out of the house..."

Maybe it's our friendly neighborhood despot Mr Kim Jong Un, letting us know that he has the capability to hurl missiles of some kind in our general direction, so we had better listen to Dennis Rodman, or else.  Maybe not.

Maybe it's the lightships...I doubt that's what it was, but you never know.  Maybe it was a flying sorcerer?  Merlin, perhaps?  Again, doubtful, but you never fuckin know.

Point is, I don't know what the fuck it was!  Therefore, far as I'm concerned, it remains unidentified.  The U in UFO stands for unidentified, therefore, if you don't know what the fuck it is, it's a UFO. Period.  UFO does not necessarily mean spaceship, or flying saucer, it means "What the fuck is that?"

I don't believe official "explanations" of phenomena, because the "officials" are notorious for lying. I personally don't believe anything the government says, because it's all propaganda, and the media print what they are told to print, and they are all owned by the TC/CFR.  If you want to know the truth, you gotta investigate and find it yourself.

To get the accurate weather: Hang a piece of bull rope outside your window.  If the rope is wet, it's raining.  If the rope is frozen it's cold.  If the rope is sideways it's windy, etc.  I know it's raining outside because I was out in it, and it's good that it's not raining inside. 

Later - bye.

It's March. Budda-buddump, chsssh.

It's March.  It's raining outside, and hovering around forty degrees.  It's sixty-one degrees in my bear cave, which is comfortable to me.  The cat is sound asleep on the bed.  It would be nice if my truck would start, but she won't, because the wiring harness has a hard-to-track-down open circuit somewhere, and she's parked in the mud, which just makes it that much more fun.  The guy who was supposed to come and look at the wiring a couple days ago is MIA, possibly drunk somewhere, or wrapped up with some female, or hopefully not in a bad situation...

The furnace quit functioning today, or the pilot went out anyway, and there was about a quarter inch of dust in the filters, which can't be good at any rate, and copious dust bunnies on the floor around the outer casing.  That was today's excitement, and now that it's taken care of, I can sit back, smoke cigarettes, and drink Canada Dry till I get sleepy.  I really don't feel like ranting about the sorry-ass state of socio-political bullshit right now.  I'm just not in the mood for it.

...Maybe I'll write a fan-letter to Sarah Silverman.  She's cute and funny, and she could come and pee in my bed anytime.  She probably wouldn't, since I'm not famous, but she would be welcome none the less.  ...Or maybe I'll write a fan-letter to Jewel Staite, just to tell her she's pretty, you know.  Or maybe I'll write one to Kate Micucci...   Or maybe not.  The only famous female who ever answered my fanmail was The Great Kat, and she might rape me in a violent manner, which probably would be unpleasant, although one can not know for certain what may happen unless & until it actually happens.... (Or doesn't.)

No "news" is good news...

I don't watch very much television anymore.  There's nothing on there I give much of a fuck about.  There's nothing really worth watching except Sons Of Anarchy, and sometimes Big Bang Theory.
And even those have commercials.  I loathe commercials.

“Bandis Olay for the Santro Pay Tan….  ..'70s suntan lotion radio commercial. (Bain De Soleil - ‘for the San Tropez tan..)  Yeah, French.  The language of...  French people.
"Plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose..." --Jean Baptiste Alphonse Karr 

Anyways...  I don't watch much tv.  The "news" is a farce,
and Faux News is, well faux.
I have no respect for Rupert Murdoch - He cancelled Firefly.  O'Reilly, Hannity, and the rest of them can all go take a flying fuck at a rolling doughnut. {I borrowed that fucking doughnut phrase from Stephen King.  I like it.}  I'd watch Jesse Ventura, if he reported the news, because I trust him.  But all the major "news" networks are owned by members of the Trilateral Commission, so you can't trust anything they say, it's all got some type of spin on it.  Propaganda from the machine.

So, I don't watch the bullshit on the idiot box, we've established that.  I used to read the paper, but print media is also biased in one way or another.  Besides, why kill trees to accumulate piles of paper when you can get the same crap online, and for free?  Washington Post online, New York Times online, Pittsburgh Tribune-Review online, etc.  So I stay aware of the current propaganda and whatever else they choose to print in that way.  Last night I read this story about a young girl who had strokes from smoking fake weed.  http://www.nydailynews.com/news/national/teen-brain-damaged-synthetic-pot-article-1.1255698  She survived, but she has brain damage, she's blind, and she might or might not ever get her eyesight back, or ever walk again.  All from smoking fake weed!  ...And, from what I've read, the shit they call "bath salts" is even worse.  The sad and truly fucked up thing about it is, if real weed was legal, there would be no market for this fake shit. (Consider that, Obummer!)  Ron Paul would have legalized it by now, but, since Ron Paul is not a member of the "in crowd" the rest of the bureaucrats don't take him seriously, so he won't be nominated by either of the two ruling parties.  Even if he were to win the popular vote by a landslide, I'd bet that the system and those who run it would find some way to seat their pre-chosen man anyway.  After all, that's their modus operandi.  Now, before I get too far off track...

Here's a story about the crazy Iranian Despot: http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2013/feb/05/mahmoud-ahmadinejad-ayatollah-ali-khamenei  You know him, he's the nut job in the middle east playing with nukes. (Forget for a moment that Israel already has them.  They wouldn't lob them at us anyway, well, unless they were really pissed.)
Sometimes I write ideas on a word processing program, so I can save them, and maybe post them on here. [Who cares, besides me, since nobody seems to be reading my blog anyway.]

I wrote this this morning:
What’s that guy’s name in Iran? Abu Biddybab? Abu Titty Grab? Something like that. I know there used to be one named Abu Nidal. Every time I heard his name, it sounded like they were saying ‘a boony doll’ and I pictured a stuffed baboon wearing a Raggety Ann dress - a boony doll.

Course, there was the one guy, (doesn’t everybody know at least one guy?) who referred to black folks as “boons”… He also called Asian folks chinks & japs, cops were fuzz, and him & his dad were ‘badass pollocks’…

I wonder what he called me behind my back? Doesn’t really matter, I just wonder. Kids in the ‘70s called other kids all kinda names. That dude I was thinking of there, his nickname was “Goon” because he was kinda tall for a twelve year old kid, and he walked like Alice the goon from Popeye. He always wore his hair in a buzz cut, but I think his dad made him. He had to go every Saturday and get a haircut. (I had already started letting my hair grow long by that point, and I remember thinking how silly it was for him to cut his, and how unnecessary to do it every week.) We used to hang around in front of the liquor store harassing people until one of them would take our money and get us a bottle of something. One Saturday, we had a bottle of Windsor (bluggh!) and we were walking around town with it in a paper bag, passing it around, and suddenly (as we walked past the barber shop) he remembered that he had to get a haircut. We called him a pussy, but we all went in with him anyway, just to look at the porn mags. The barber said something like “Whaddaya got there in the bag, a bottle of wine?” And whichever one had it at the moment lifted it out and said “Yeah… Windsor wine!” and we all laughed. Then we all went to the store and stole stuff.

Yeah, those days, spent in a daze, in the haze of the Southside slums, smoking big fat two-paper joints of gold reefer, throwing rocks at passing trains, picking boogers and wiping them on parked cars, chugging down whatever booze we could get our grubby little paws on, stealing stuff just because we could, fighting for no reason except to fight, or over some stupid shit or other, and school was just a cruel joke, a jail they made you go and sit in all day to keep you out of the house while your parents were at work and the teachers tried to shove useless information down your throat. What did we need algebra for? Why should we care about the Magna Carta? Who gives a flying fuck about Aaron Burr? That don’t buy the next bag of dope, or a model to build, or the glue to sniff, or the beer to chase it with… Everybody knew the best parked cars with change in the ashtrays and other stuff worth stealing were in the parking garages downtown in the daytime! How dare they imprison us inside school during the best looting hours? …That’s really about the way I thought about it then.
You see how easy it is for my atomic train of thought to get off track and ramble down a meandering siding...

“Iranian president Mahmoud Ahmadinejad is in New York City and will make his final address…” --Global Post. Yeah, just like I said, Abu Biddybab. “The Council on Foreign Relations (CFR) is doing their part to ass-kiss the Iranian pigs by confirming that Iran’s foreign minister, Ali Akbar Salehi, is slated to appear… at the group’s office in Manhattan"  Well of course they kiss his ass!  He's a very important pawn in their game.  They might use him to start the next war, since they need to have perpetual war, which cannot be "won", in order for the military industrial complex to continue to profit while economies colapse and young men and women die. It's two fold, you see?  They employ a cleverly wrought depopulation tactic, while simultaneously funneling money from your pocket (taxes) into their coffers.  Sneaky bastards, ain't they?  And they do it all right in front of everyone's noses, while they distract you with the super bowl and the acadamy awards.

Well, I have to wrap up this post now, and do some "real" work. (Meaning that it actually puts money in my pocket.)  ....Just as soon as I finish this cigarette...
Crazy Bear (AKA Spirit Bear) 2/7/13, @ 13:09 Eastern Standard Time.