The Hasbara Hula and the Empire of Vice.

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In these times, there are some morally bankrupt sleazes, as well as criminal and compromised journalists, whose sole purpose for being in the game, is to shill for the Israeli party line so, like I said, “there are some morally bankrupt sleazes, as well as criminal and compromised journalists“ and then... then there is Jeffrey Goldberg; Afghanistan War cheerleader, Iraq War cheerleader, Syrian and Iran War Cheerleader ...an unapologetic, media power, so made a power by those who run the shop and hire only those who serve the interests of the propaganda mill. If you don't do the Hasbara Hula, you don't get on stage. Back when I was doing some of my controversial tunes, I found it hard to get a gig in a lot of clubs on Maui, “You make the tourist uncomfortable and angry. They want to hear Jimmy Buffet tunes and get drunk. They're not interested in that political shit. Get with the program”. Of course these statements were not entirely true, there were some number of people who appreciated what was getting said but... they lived there and so, were of lesser importance. Yes, that's one of the main participation sports that the tourist would engage in, getting drunk, possibly like Jimmy Buffet, who fell off his bar-stool six times and broke his leg six times (the last paragraph). They seem to have left out this broken leg multiple redux. I read that in Rolling Stone some years ago. Apparently he and Warren Buffet are not related as if often stated or inferred. They're just real tight buddies.

I suppose when you move in the rarefied atmosphere of the super rich, you tend to have super rich friends. Over time, this kind of a thing, living in an envelope, can lead to maladies like Bonoitis, which manifests as an irrepressible need to suck up to evil power junkies. If the money's right, I suppose most musicians would play anywhere. I wouldn't and I know there are others who wouldn't but many would.

We are not usually privy to the pornographic excesses of the super rich. Suffice to say, Louis the 14^th has nothing on them. Truly ridiculous sums of money are spent on nothing more than demonstrations (to other rich people) of just how rich you are. I remember a couple of anecdotal reminiscences from the roaring '80s. During this time, the Saudis and some other Arabs migrated to Hollywood, at least for part of the time. They didn't know how things worked there, so they asked some insider what it was that people really enjoyed at parties. Apparently he told them cocaine. Well, they are very, very rich, so they started throwing these parties, where they would put out huge glass bowls of cocaine. I'm told it was a real circus, as many of the guests, not so surreptitiously would be scooping the coke into whatever container they could get their hands on, in order to take it home with them. These sheiks also had public hair painted on all of the nude statues at their Beverly Hills cribs. This is probably where Alex Jones got the idea for the Saudis controlling Hollywood. Of course, the Saudis are Tribe Members too (aren't they?) so, what difference does it make?

Also in the '80s when Reagan deregulated white collar crime and extended that , still operational, Carte Blanche to the mega-thieves, traders were making obscene amounts of money so... along with the cocaine, which made the whole stock exchange look like everyone had one of those sinus colds, the traders would take these two hour lunches, over at The Four Seasons and other select dining emporiums and order bottles of wine whose prices were significantly north of 20,000 dollars a bottle. Of course, there wasn't just the one bottle and the rationale was they did it because they could. Those were the days of “greed is good”. So are these days as well. They've extended the portfolio quite a bit since those halcyon (cue George Bush) days. These days, mass murder is also good, crushing The Middle Class is a fine sport, destroying the economies of entire nations is a kudos worthy enterprise and you can add any crime you can imagine because, one or more of these gay (the term gay is here used in respect of its former meaning) wags are most certainly engaged in them. When everything begins to go South, which is the opposite direction of the pricey wine, the ballrooms and bedrooms of the ruling elite, begin to take upon themselves the look, behavior and atmosphere of the courts of Nero and Caligula. Excess becomes something practiced for it's own sake. Perversity becomes something practiced, “because we can”. Since there are no restraints on the business practices of these privileged few; why should there be any constraints on their behavior and actions? It makes perfect sense that they, the privileged, should have a multipurpose, across all platforms, droit de seigneur, which applies to anything. When Madame La Guillotine comes calling, or simply an angry mob in a red haze of furious wrath, the usual protections will not apply. As has been seen a time or two in recent years, the soldiers lay down their weapons and watch. All manner of things fail. It's amazing what people can tear asunder with nothing more than the force of a collective, focused will and a few hands tools, accompanied by the usual Molotov cocktails and gadgets of revolution.

Jay Leno's long lost brother, the one who isn't funny, has got a passel of nasty, invisible creatures crawling all around the nape of his neck. I imagine his discomfort is pretty extreme. His Israeli masters have obviously put some serious juju on his ass. I can't imagine what he got up to, 'something stupid' (cue Nancy Sinatra) no doubt; one of those 'act in haste and repent at your leisure' things. It's apparent he got one of those Tel Aviv Ass Torpedoes, where the sun don't shine. There's nothing quite like a time lapse, Tribe suppository, to assist in the construction and application of one's professional and official policy.

We know it's end game time because... for decades the hidden controllers remained out of sight. They worked their various leverages to get what they wanted but face time was more generally accorded to the stooges carrying out their will. Now they've come out of the closet and don't care one way or the other, whether anyone knows what tiresome and evil shits they really are. This is an example of extreme over confidence and endemic of the outrageous hubris that goes before the majority of epic falls. The key to enduring success from the control room is to be neither seen nor heard except through one's chosen mouthpieces. This way, however it shakes out, the mouthpieces get the blame in any case and the boy's in the back can just continue with their games of death and disorder. Once you expose yourself, as the minds behind the oppressions being suffered by the masses, it's not going to be too terribly long before a groundswell of resentment and anger begin to form into reactionary forces. This is, in fact, taking place this very minute at locations world wide. Governments are on shaky ground and their methods of dealing with the people, are just the sort of brutality to further incense the crowds of enraged citizenry.

A good portion of the people now know that it is the Central Banks and their affiliates, who are behind the majority of the mischief on this planet. Together with Wall Street and the multinationals, attended by the political and media whores, you have got the whole of it right there. Of course, the runaway intelligence agencies, are running their own rogue operations because... every area of government is insanely driven, toward greater expansion and a larger portion of the public funds. They are like starving hyenas tearing at an enormous corpse. The table manners are horrific but... I suppose so is the conversation. To themselves they appear the very model of decorum. They're looking into the mirrors at The Overlook Hotel. They don't see the viscous drool, hanging from the corners of their mouths. They don't see what they don't want to see, making it possible for them to see things that are not there.

Every morning, Jeffrey Goldberg and other earwigs like himself, get up and saunter out into their day. They see themselves as powerful voices for the Empire of Vice, which they support. They see themselves as gleaming knights riding off to joust with the enemy, which in their case would be Truth, Justice and their various relatives. They do not see themselves as the paunchy and disheveled bottom feeders that they truly are. Their 'gone nova' egos will not allow such a reflection to appear in the mirrors at The Overlook Hotel. Like Judith Miller, Jeffrey has never met a lie too outrageous for him to tell with a straight face. I cannot believe he believes his own bullshit but... stranger things have and will exist(ed) on this planet now and again.

In closing, I'd like to give honorary nods to a couple of Gatekeepers, who've been more prominently visible of late. Maybe they're getting their second wind, after their similar comments about 9/11. They would be Greg Palast and Noam Chomsky. Let us never forget the base hypocrisies and crimes against human intelligence of these two sold out whores. Let us remember, when we see them on the dais, getting some award for courage or truth in journalism, for taking certain posturing stands, on one fabricated position or another.. let us not forget what feckless cowards these two men are and will continue to be, prostituting themselves for a small sliver of fame and monetary reward. They are contemptible, beyond the power of mere words to define. They are in a no class, class, among far too many others who, will say anything in the pursuit of self interest.


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