Respiracy Theory

Respiracy Theory


Monday, 20 August 2012

Just a fluke

We think we've uncovered the true source of mankind's river of shit.

Flukes. Worms. Some kind of unidentified human parasite. The real Original Sin.

We remember Eustace Mullins once wrote a whole book on the Jew as a social parasite. And we're not going to argue with that - but are going one step further and saying that the whole Flying Circus thing is actually caused by a very real parasite working its way up the food chain. And with man its reached the top, and it wants to invent gods so it can infect them, too. See those Masons beckoning to the skies at the Olympic ceremony?

Sounds like science fiction? No doubt. It has been observed in nature. Zombie ants. They infect cows. But who eats the cows? Why should mankind be immune?

It's like Castaneda said: They give you their minds! And who can deny these people think like the worms that live inside them?

Flukes like to take residence in the liver. Also bile ducts. And of course colons. And if they get to go up the back toroid and into the base of the spine, who's to say what they can do with the central nervous system?

The funny thing is, everything slips into place with this explanation. Sodomy (the poison apple). Colonisation. The faecal fascination. The pederasty fascination (which otherwise just makes no sense at all) - get 'em young! The homosexual thing: Queer media, queer politics, queer business, queer academia. Gender-swapping. Chemtrails (contain nematodes and fluke-like worms). Gay "queens." "Gay colon". The takeover of powerful men through the "spinal tap", ie "initiation". Use of women as breeders and fag-hags. The wandering Jew-circus (zombie ants, trojan horses - and btw that story is obviously bullshit but an illustration of how they think). The seductive Jewess. The passing of characteristics through the woman. How we think our identity is our mind/body (the worms most definitely want us to think that!). The worship of the sun (the Big Rotter). Amnesia, illusion, mimicry. Schooling. Farming (now there's a parasite activity if ever there was one! The whole activity of agriculture has always been one that laid waste to the earth, and we see now the ultimate rationale). The notion that we've got to go somewhere, got to do something, that we're lacking, that we sin. Their insistence on sex organs being at the mouth and anus. Communism and the hive mind, the need for a Queen. Sterilisation and pharma-death to useless eaters. Morbid feelings like guilt, hunger and sexual tension. The Romero movies, Invasion of the Body Snatchers, The Thing, Alien. The way it was all never about money or wealth per se, but some other indefinable thing, what they called the "ineffable". Systemic disease through mucus encumbrance, and meat-eating. Serpent imagery from scripture, and the oroborus (In Brazil the Uruburu is a bird, a kind of vulture). Worship of the Black Sun. Everything you ever read in scripture or the occult all reduces to worship of the anus, as a kind of toroidal portal of life for these white angels of death. Indeed, everything you ever see in the media is the same, and the logos they use for corporations.

In short, humanity right now is suffering the fallout from a parasite-induced cataclysm, and there is today not a single man or woman who is not infected. Of course, there are varying degrees of zombification.

Do the Flying Circus know that's what they are? Of course not. They just know that they're doing their acting jobs, have a giggle, and generally have the notion that the are gods of a kind, that they are God's chosen people. And in a sense, they are right. They are the Children of the Sun, in the respect that the Sun is the ultimate destroyer, the king of rotting. Lord of the Flies. The coming of Sirius is loved by these guys because, when focused with the sun, the dog days of Summer are ever associated with inflammation, with decay, rioting, chaos and so on. That's what they're all about. They don't have those vulture noses for nothing. It's heaven for them. The Age of A-queer-ius.

Still, when you know it's all a big show, and you don't actually need anything in life, except the odd piece of fruit (no not that kind, damn), you need not concern yourself with anything much. Okay, maybe a good stock of smokes (roll your own - they flush out the parasites) and a decent collection of wine. Booze is medicinal. You can detox, love by the moon and wait for the worm to eat itself.






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