Da Black Whole

Sunday, April 29, 2012

Cerelean Invasion

Cocoa Crispies is largely responsible for this Loser Blog.  And its Loser Blogger. 

Long-term ingestion.  Time-released toxins.

The origins, sexual orientation, and ultimate motives of Snap, Crackle, and Pop are questionable.

Also indicted:

Frosted Flakes

Frosted Mini Wheats

Sugar Pops (damn! those were good)

Sugar Smacks (o yeah baby)

Cocoa Puffs


Lucky Charms

Trix (multicolored I.V. sugar injections that crunched)

Yeah l.d. snurfed 'em all down, with lots of cow's milk of course, that everybody drank and he was/is allergic to.

'Splains a few thangs dont it? 

But God intervened and fortunately did not allow Captain Crunch and/or Captain Crunch with Crunchberries to be invented during little dynamo's childhood . . . lest chaos ensue preemie and all be Even Worse than present.

You are welcome.


is Wickedness

Sunday, April 22, 2012

Morning Jim

I drive a broke-down rig
on may-pop tires
with forty foot of overload

Lotta people say that I'm crazy
because I don't know how to take it slow

I got a broomstick on the throttle

I got her opened-up

and head right down

Non-stop back to Dallas

poppin' them West Coast Turnarounds

And they call me Speedball
Speedball Tucker
terror of the highway

and all them other truckers will tell you that the boy is mad
to be driving in a rig like that

Friday, April 13, 2012

Please Excuse Our Construction

original photo, above: Aferrismoon

April is sacred to Venus, probably the pan-archaic "goddess" depicted descending the masonic staircase to sublunar incarnation -- perhaps from Sirius, or Antares, or elsewhere in the fallen heavens.

On April 11, 1970, Apollo 13 launched at 13:13 Central Standard Time from Kennedy Space Center, intending a lunar landing.  The mission subsequently aborted.

On April 1st the Egyptians celebrated "Hathor's" birthday, and the Romulans  Romans ven-erated Venus via The Veneralia, or Hilaria, ecstasizing over the "resurrection" of their crop/sex/fertility god, Attis . . . prototypical Cerelean Mother-son gig.  JFK year-king cycles.

The Saxons embraced her as Eostre or Ostara, dedicating April to her.  She lends her name to modern Easter.

Obamas with Elizabeth II at Buckingham Palace -- April 1, 2009

photo credit: Wikipedia

What appears an unremarkable -- heck outright boring -- State Visit is actually a pilgrimage by the Idserpent of the United States and bosslady Michelle to the Queen Mother of the Planet.

Recapitulation of the way Things Have Always Been.  Nothing subdues the Herd like ritual.

Mights well be 3,000 B.C. on some Danite hilltop . . . homage to the "Queen of Heaven" uploaded from terra Queen-Mother, Elizabeth Alexandra Mary.

Charles, Elizabeth's son, is Prince of Wales, and through sub-goddess Diana sired Harry.  These latter are Princess (deceased) and Prince of Wales.

Diana's death carried strong sex-magical, crop-fertility overtones -- nothing like Dealey Plaza, but unmistakeable nonetheless.  The emblem of Wales is the Red Dragon.

The Stone of Scone is the lithic marker of Scot/Brit royalty.  On April 11, 1951, it was "relocated" from Westminister Abbey to Arbroath Abbey -- part of the false machinations.  But as you'll see, not everything about April 11 is as phake as pharaoh.

Biblically, the Red Dragon is a satanic creature, described in Revelation lying in wait to "devour" the Eternal Church at its instant of birth.  Christ's Millennium to establish the Kingdom of the Father on Earth would thus never occur.

No tribes = no church = no Advent.

In Spring Groundbreaking: Wah Ha Call of March 20, 2012, we soldered the 7.4 Oaxaca, Mexico trembler to the Spring Fling vacation of First Daughter Malia Obama in Oaxaca state, Mexico . . . publically financed, classmates in tow.

Quake latitude? 16.662.

Luna to Kore.  Hell.  O.

Spring Groundbreaking reported that six minutes before the Wah-ha-can  Wobble of 7.4, a 6.2 popped Papua, Indonesia.  During his November, 2010, visit to his Indonesian homeland, Mount Merapi erupted, and Pharaobama fled the archipelago.  Pop-topped.

Cap o' the Class, Indonesia

Spring Groundbreaking quoted the website God's Geography :

The most obvious feature about the Indonesian serpent is that it is broken into many pieces, especially the tail, and the head is broken in two. This illustrates that the Serpent is already sentenced to death (Revelation 20:10).

. . . and we added:

The "God's Geography" author intuits Indonesian vulcanism, tectonics, and tsunami as elements of occulted spiritual warfare with elements topographically revealed. Discussion of the serpent's broken head recalls Gabby Giffords and the Tucson Safeway on Oracle Road.

The Broken Serpent embeds the topography of Indonesia, disseminated in the soil, sprawling upon his riches wounded, shaken . . . but living still.  Indonesia, where Obama spent years six through ten, groomed as acolyte of the Goddess by Asset Anne Dunham, his nutcase fem-Marxist mommy.

 Spring Groundbreaking concluded:

The planet is being taken back.  One rattle at a time.

Jesus prophsied "earthquakes in diverse places" as "birth pangs" of his Second Coming, mirroring seismicity immediately before his emergence from the tomb in Matthew 28 -- the resurrection after First Advent:

In the end of the sabbath, as it began to dawn toward the first day of the week, came Mary Magdalene and the other Mary to see the sepulchre.

And, behold, there was a great earthquake: for the angel of the Lord descended from heaven, and came and rolled back the stone from the door, and sat upon it.

His countenance was like lightning, and his raiment white as snow:

And for fear of him the keepers did shake, and became as dead men.

Easter Sunday, the day on which Christians celebrate Christ's resurrrection, was April 8 this year.

On April 11 -- the Third Day following -- the world rocked and rolled.

Shakedowns included:

*  Sumatra, Indonesia, twin quakes -- 8.6 followed closely by an 8.2 aftershock.  As l.d. mentioned at AF's blog the day prior, God sends out servants in pairs.

*  A 6.0 in the North Indian Ocean, and a 6.5 in Michoacan, Mexico -- doubling the Oaxacan quake, and cementing the Obama-connection

*  A 4.5 in the Easter Island Region

*  a 5.9 off the Oregon coast (little dynamo's neighborhood)

*  On April 12, the Gulf of California absorbed 6.2 and a 6.9 shocks.  Again: twins.

24 Hours of Big Quakes

The April 11 crackers are directly related (etiologically by spirit, not just seismologically) to the 9.2 quake and tsunami on December 26, 2004, in Sumatra, Indonesia . . . pointedly, the day after celebration of Christ's birth, a fact which can't be discussed further.  Yet.

What can be said is that the footsteps of the King echo across this planet, growing resonant, giving the Old Girl jellyknees.  The atmospheres and the stones undulate at approach.

If you wanna build a highway, you've got to spade up a few rocks.  His landing strip is our broken and humbled hearts.   

Old things, deep-rooted in Earth, are sore dislodged.  Great continental horns overpower and enslave the saints, commandeer empires; Sumatran serpents cling to fading principalities, claws dug into planetary mantle. 

So . . . perhaps a bit of dust and fuss during clean-up.  It'll be worth it when you see the new place!

The Orientals say 2012 is the Year of the Dragon.

Perhaps he's slipping?

Happy April 11!

Scoop, Muck and Dizzy and Roley too
Lofty and Wendy join the crew
Pilchard and Bird, Travis and Spud
Playing together like good friends should

Bob and his friends have so much fun
working together they get the job done

Bob the Builder!
Can we fix it?
Bob the Builder!
Yes we can!

(Paul Joyce)


Tuesday, April 03, 2012


Shall we dance?

Mix her a double portion from her own cup.  (Revelation 18)

Massive twin twisters have touched down near Dallas and Fort Worth this afternoon, crushing homes and sending thousands of North Texans scrambling to take cover.  [April 3, 2012]

Dallas, claro que si, where it All went Down, cast die, bloodmagickal boogiefest beginning the end . . . America's public suicide, a psychospiritual and sociopolitical coup still unacknowleged . . . though not uncovered.

Cadillac lookin' like it  was sitting still
When I caught Maybelline
at the top of the hill

Maybelline, why can't ya be true?
Oh Maybelline, why can't ya be true?
You done started back
doing the things you used to do

(Chuck Berry)

Sighted and Triangulated

The cerelean King ritually slain, final impediment removed, global transition point gyrating on the banks of the Trinity River, hard upon Dealey Plaza, three dark goddesses caught by the sunlight.

Sunday the Dallas Peace Center chose Dealey Plaza, where JFK was killed almost a half century ago, as the site for a protest demanding justice in the killing of Florida teenager Trayvon Martin.

Very snarky . . . the Planners co-opt the plaza as Occupy Protest nexus for mass psy-ops, the sheeple protesting, chanting, demanding their own enslavement.  Bring us our chains!  No, no, the rusty ones.  Plantation-tried.  Ah, that's better.  Ooh! I feel so righteous.

Down with the White Male Patriarchy!  Hooray for the Enlightened!  Hooray for Me!

They don't know squat about Trayvon Martin, shit fifty years almost gone, they don't even know their king was killed, nor why, nor by whom . . . tessed into place gleefully, where now the Equality Elite "demand justice" to inflict their New Diversity Order, Babs II, on this shivering, wracked planet.

Yeesh.  Talk about your baaa.

Apparently God wasn't impressed by the New Dealey Plaza and the Sovereign People full of indignation about things they don't understand.

Dallas got one spinner for Old Dealey, and one for New Dealey.

New Dealey, New Order, national soil fertilized and invigorated with bright royal brainjelly, rising osiric into Dallas mid-air . . . well looka what who sprouted!

The Big Lebowski (1998) and Fight Club (1999) were perhaps the most male-positive films ever made, at least in the modern PC Age.  Unsurprisingly, then, both the Coenheads (fraternal twins) and Chuck Palahniuk were "leaked" prophetic elements of 9-1-1.

Fight Club concludes with the Millennial Couple blissfully watching the collapse of the N.Y. skyline . . . hello Twin Towers, come in, Twin Towers . . . can you read me, Twin Tornados?

Lebowski mirrors and reverses Fight Club by opening with The Dude, bathrobe-bedecked, scrawling out a check for 69 cents (an inverse or paired numeral) dated September 11, 1991 -- palindromic year, exactly one decade before the twin toppling.  Dappling doppling everywhere . . . including the pretty Love Field dress of Judge Sarah Hughes!

The Hermetic Coffin is opened and closed.

Texas Two-Step: Rites of Spring

Please feel free (tho you ain't) to stop by BENITOS TACO SHOP again sumtime for an Oswald Omelette or a Ruby Raspberry Shake, one per customer.

Or, like Lyndon, y'all just come in to say howdy.   All family here!

Get yo Caddy natty, yo Lincoln winkin'.  Interiors no extra charge.