"I Got my Salad Tossed at The Holocaust by the Low Man on the Scrotum Pole."

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

After last night, especially after stampeding to a tie in a state where he had every expectation of a win; that being Washington, you can stick a tuning fork in Bernie Sanders and he will be out of key. His day is done. Coming up in a week are four populous states with around 600 Democratic delegates. Biden is even more favored to win these than the ones he won last night. If The Bern continues to that point, the embarrassment will be amplified significantly over what it is today when, as I expect, he concedes. IF he does not concede it will be a week of serious low jinks to come.

No doubt The Bern is mortally wounded by the tuning fork, but Communism and wildly waving your arms and screaming, "The bridge is out." is not going to fly. No way Communism EVER harmonizes with this country. That is what sets America's teeth on edge from the dissonance. Pardon my syntactical excesses, I am flushed from the near certain acquisition of The Bulwer Lytton Award, the culmination of a lifetime effort that will bring me to par with Zane Grey. Where was I? (that's my Smokin Joe Biden) impersonation.

Here's the deal, they either dip The Bern in a beer batter and fish and chip him, or he is going to begin to stink up the joint. Behind The Bern are legions of Helicopter offspring, with busted gyros and no tail rudder. When The Bern heads off toward the curtains of obscurity (I'm really getting this Bulwer Lytton thing down!) there is going to be a stadium wave of voices, rising in those sections of the country seething in liberal torment. The Freebies are sailing off to parts and ports unknown.

AOC is not going to be AOK. The Sandernistas are going to massing for a summer long flash dance of gender fluid obesity, like Walmart on Black Friday. It's going to be a mosh pit of bullfrogs copulating in Jello. Honey Badgers and Wolverines are going to be slam dancing to ?My Corona?. Drag Queen Story Hour will morph into a four day intensive, as Marianne Williamson crosses the stage in a Waffen SS, neoprene skin suit and machine guns all normal people.

The tidings are not good. All the stops have been pulled by the boys in the back. This is the last gasp for the Alien Gray Annunaki, Zio-Ogre, goosestepping into eternity, slave masters who brought you the Bolshevik Revolution and Holocaustianity. If they don't win, Normal can be taken off life support. MEANWHILE... WATCH CLOSELY for who is picked as Joe's running mate. This is THE KEY ELEMENTAL. Joe is losing it in real time. He cannot win and the reptile overlords know this so WHO IS THE RABBIT THEY ARE GOING TO PULL OUT OF THE DUNCE CAP?

We're in for a long hot summer, a volatile Spring and a thundering fall of collapsing infrastructure between now and the big day. There's no telling where we'll be then. It might feel like ten years went by instead of 8 months. I don't know if this is the normal incubation period for the Anti-Christ or something else. Sometimes eight month is just eight months (to paraphrase Groucho)

We hold these truths to be self evident as, Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here between God and The Devil to make sure it's all on the level. Some of us are going to get our salads tossed at The Holocaust by the low man on the scrotum pole, or Harvey Weinstein's cellmate.

As Jimmy Stewart said in Harvey, "Years ago my mother used to say to me, she'd say, "In this world, Elwood, you must be," - she always called me Elwood - "In this world, you must be oh so smart, or oh so pleasant." Well, for years I was smart. I recommend pleasant. You may quote me."

As you move inexorably toward your denouement with death, remember this; "These three are difficult to obtain in this world and depend on the mercy of the gods- the human birth, the desire for salvation and the company of the great souled ones."

As you proceed in this life and, as happens, hope, sometimes, seems to have abandoned you, remember this; "Whenever dharma declines and the purpose of life is forgotten, I manifest myself on earth. I am born in every age to protect the good, to destroy evil, and to reestablish dharma. As they approach me, so I receive them. All paths, Arjuna, lead to me."

We are at the mid-morning point of this pivotal year. It's going to be a long night. Practice the Presence of God and the meaning and purpose of your life will be revealed accordingly. These are the days of Mr. Apocalypse so... revealing is going to intensify by ever shorter increments of passage.


Try to be well, surely you should mean well and as the Divine Feminine rises like a star upon the sky of this new age dawning...

She is the light behind the stars in heaven
she is the mother of light
she is the truth for the truth is the mother
that lives in the gods who walk in this life

she is the humble womb of all creatures
and into her arms we return again
if we impress her with our devotion
our suffering here will end


I think that sums up what is passing through my mind at this time. Never forget that she is The Protector, IF you acknowledge that you are her child.



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Yes... I was/am in a hurry and I had to (wanted to) get this out before I left for wherever today. God Bless you ONE AND ALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!