Är det kriminella invandrare som ska bygga landets lagar?

En polisman i Jönköping har fått sitt hus attackerat. Det har kastats in stenar och brinnande föremål.

Det var inte länge sedan Rättscentrum i Malmö utsattes för en sprängning.
Enligt uppgift i Sydsvenskan brann hundratals bilar i Malmö bara i somras.

Socialsekreterare som krånglar med bidragen blir hotade och har fått hembesök.

I stort sett varje gång handlar det om en liten minoritet empatistörda kriminella som bor i områden som politikerna vägrar kalla “no-go zoner” fast de aldrig skulle sätta sin fot där. Och varje gång dundras det i media om att samhället måste byggas hårdare: fler kameror! Ökat skydd för politiker och poliser! Lättare att avlyssna vem som helst! Lättare att stänga ner misshagliga webbsidor!
All makt åt Tengil, vår befriare!

Alla vi andra ska få uppleva hur sjuksköterskor anonymiserar sig själva genom att vända bort sina namnskyltar; hur myndighetspersonal bunkrar in sig bakom pansarglas och betong.
Det diskuteras nu om polisen ska kunna ha skyddad identitet så inte mellanöster-maffian ska kunna ägga deras hus.

Ska en promille av befolkningen diktera villkoren för de övriga, nära hundra procenten som inte lever på att plocka beskyddspengar från kebabkioskägare? Som inte bränner bilar på nätterna? Som inte svara på varje tillsägelse med mordhot och genom att skrika könsord?

Är det verkligen samhället som ska ändra på sig? Är det inte de kriminella som ska ändra sig?

Rambergs dansmöss

En av Anne Rambergs dansmöss, en kammaråklagare Bergström, har påkommits med att använda sitt juridiska ämbete för att ägna sig åt politisk förföljelse och kulturmarxistisk aktivism.

Vad gör då denna åklagare när hon blir påkommen. Ja, hon gör som en åklagare på Gotland: bajsar på sig; försöker vifta bort lukten och skyller på någon annan.

Vad skulle Lena-Marie Bergström anföra inför rätten om en misstänkt haft facebookkonto under falskt namn och försökt ändra kontot till ännu ett falskt namn när han trodde sig avslöjad? Hur skulle hon förklara att gärningsmannen – när detta inte fungerat – raderat hela kontot?

Skulle hon säga: ja, det är helt i sin ordning och betyder ingenting. Eller skulle hon mena att detta är MYCKET misstänkt och TECKEN PÅ SKULD.

Och det är så hon tydligen har gjort: suttit på nätet och trollat under falskt namn och sedan ägnat sig åt att åtala SD-politiker (som sedan frias eftersom åtalet inte håller).

Är det inte ganska uppenbart att hon ljuger när hon säger att hon aldrig förstod att facebookgruppen “SD är nazister” var emot SD?
Så hon ljuger. Hon slingrar sig. Hon försöker radera bevis som talar emot henne. Är det inte så skurkarna brukar göra? Är det åklagarna som är skurkarna? 

Till Expresen säger hon: jag känner mig inte jävig, utan väldig opartisk.
Det är det här nya: man KÄNNER och det man KÄNNER är alltid rätt.
Det TILLÅTER en att missköta sitt jobb, bryta mot lagen, fuska, ljuga.. för man KÄNNER ju att man gör det av en GOD anledning.
[Bradbury: It was a pleasure to burn.]

Är det konstigt.. när Anne Ramberg går ut och säger att lagen inte är så viktig. Det är viktigare att göra det man känner är rätt.

Är det möjligt att sålla bort människor som inte fattat vad deras yrkesroll handlar om?

What abyss to cross?

A forge is made to create false crossings. You wouldn’t know.
No one knows beforehand what a crossing is.
Here are the tell-tale signs a crossing is not yours:

  1. It come to you given.. or as a choice.
  2. It’s directed outwards.. t’wards something you already are prepared to agree upon.
  3. It feels nice to do the crossing.
  4. You have no problems afterwards but are instead immediately rewarded.

A true crossing come from within. You are not aware why you make certain choices that drive you further and further down (it appears). You are then destroyed in the most hurtful way you can’t even imagine and forced into an acceptance that this will continue forever.

Set free and broken you will have to survive the reforming of life. Alone. No one to share the experience with. No one to cheer you on.
You will come to the conclusion that your life is worthless. I suppose (because I don’t know) you can manage two ways here: one to endure and one to do the obvious.

When you die the second time (if that’s your ‘choice’), you have completed the passage.

Now comes a time of bewilderment. You feel different. The old you is dead. No one to talk to. No guidance to find. The strength you now behold has no outlet.. no purpose. What to do with this?

I don’t know. I have no answers. I think: just go with it. Let things explain themselves. When the purpose present itself, you will be there.

The smirk

It’s the smile. Open. A straight line to the emotion.
And then, it’s the smirk.
A joy of winning in secret. A joy of knowing a secret.

That’s the smirk. That’s the Mona Lisa for you. A tell-tale sign of a person you should not trust with anything, is the smirk.

It’s a reptile-brain response to a sense of victory through deceit.
It’s the joy and relief of getting away with it.
It’s contempt: I can fóooool ya!

People with that sort of wiring will never feel truth inside. They should be killed. Sounds awful, but would benefit us all.

The madness is cyclic

It’s been described many times. Storys and legends talk about it and what you should do to fight the madness.

You are not supposed to look at it.
  “Don’t look back or you will turn into stone!”

One hero fought his enemies not looking at them by turning his back to them and using his polished shield as a mirror to know where to use his sword.
That’s a good idea, because the lunacy is mirrored / inversed / upside-down.

One way to fight idiots is by agreeing to anything they say. If they say “Open the borders!”. Do it! But make sure that everyone knows whose idea it was.
They are not used to getting what they want right away. That confuses them and disturbs the time-plan. They count on resistance and asking for more than they really want.

It’s here again

Punishing people by ridiculing them; shaming them; parading them in public like animals. Cosby, Whitney Houston, Madsen and many, many others.
Clowns do not have a fun history. They were elite-members of the court severely disfigured and forced to entertain at the kings banquet.

The nose was cut off. The lips removed and the corners of the mouth slit to the ears. The eyelids was cut off. They where scalped on top of their head.

This is the face of the clown. Lessened to no more than a freak with heavy, double-sized shoes and ridiculous garments. Being laughed at by their former peers and subordinates of the court.

This is what they are doing to people again now. 

AI – path of development

Is it easier to make AI smarter? Or to make people dumber?
If people are too complicated.. why not lessen them to 240 characters and an option to LIKE and an option to FOLLOW.

Now, our stupid AI can predict them.

Sydsvenskan: The children must be prevented from picking flowers!

Hung up on Tom D

Take a little known Youtuber as “Sift the Frail”. Behind the somewhat rugged name we find a lounger baptised in flames and water to bear the name Ismaël Zorkin-Goldhosen.
One day he found out that a web-forum thrived when you let loose haters and trolls. Then you could show your few fan-boys-and-girls you where important enough to hate. And they felt an urge to come to the rescue. And that investment was not easy to free oneself from. If you defended a person once. You’d do it twice. Soon you find yourself defending that person whatever.
“Because we have such a warm cosy forum here. People who known each-other and it’s ALL because of Ismaël!”

It didn’t matter if Ismaël pooped his pants or snorted coke live.

As long as “Granny-Fatpants” would log in and holler “Hi Caitlin! Did you find that article?”

And “Yes”, she did. And it was “absolutely fab!”
“So happy for you, deary.”

What’s that? Hawaiian noises?
It’s Jimboo411. He found his cat.
Hooray! But don’t forget to spill salt beside your bed to keep the bad spirits off.

Give weirdos a warm, cosy space and they will defend this place to the bitter end. Same as with drunkards gathering together in the little restaurant. Soon the owner has no other clients. And the clients do not welcome other diners. This is OUR place.
And the owner have to get personal and protective with his motley crew. And they have a club-house. Everybody’s happy.

But sometimes you need to stir the waters to remind everybody that this safe, warm, cuddly place is not a given. It has to be defended. And after each battle won, the strings of attachment grow stronger.
We are scared in battle! We have memories together!

“Shiiit! Ismaël has 100 viewers.”
“That’s not much when he says he has 20 000 prescribing. What’s that? One in two-hundred has an interest. One-hundred and ninety-nine can’t even be bothered. 19 900 people chose NOT to show up. That’s fame for ya.”
[BLOCKED FOR LIFE] (We have a code of conduct in our forum!)

How come a blacksmith forging an axe has 700 000 views? A man repairing a carburettor has 1,3 million views?
Could it be that people have better things to do and things to learn? Maybe it’s not everyone’s cup of tea to hear vague accusations and made-up causality all day. Maybe people want to build; create; learn; educate themselves; see real things..

Nah.. it’s better to get Ismaël-facts where Soros is a paedophile because his name rhymes with “lemonade” and can be read both ways in a one-way mirror.

Or let’s go see Wranglestar off-grid homesteading while using more electricity and power-tools than is recommended.

Cat & Canary

Take a little known investment as “The Beam in my Eye” as an example. It’s run by Leviathan Pullman-Singer and his Polish wife Tribeca.
They live together in the attic of Leviathans grandfathers’, who – by himself – is a retired cuckoo-clock salesman, and from there they produce a Youtube-show pertaining to “raise awareness”, “enable clear-sight” and “polishing the monocle”.
Since Tribeca is known already from other, previous productions, she is kept off-camera and is only heard from time to time in the background, hollering “Kourva! Kourva!” in a shrill voice.

They have a cat, called Spencer and the canary Leonard, who Tribeca brought from Gdansk in her brides-chest.
“That thing and two bricks was all she broughted”, Leviathan is often heard joking.
“And my Levvy wanted a Chevvy”, Tribe is quick to interject. “Kourva! Kourva!”
Levs’ grandfather, Norman, is letting them stay rent-free as long as Tribe takes her showers with the bathroom-door open.

Norman likes to introduce himself as “Nor”.. as in “Nor me”.. as in “Hi! I’m Leviathan. This is my wife, Tribeca.”
“Nor me!”
And visitors look puzzled.

But that’s good. Because it’s a great opportunity for Lev to “reveal the truth” and “lift the misconceptions”.
“And we also like to raise awareness”, Leviathan adds “but so far, we only raised the prices”.
“Yes”, Tribby says. “Telling a truth has so long been a little hobby of ours. Now we want to sell it hard. Kourva! Kourva!”

“Lev & Trib : Time 2 Waste” is the name of their business. They sell garbage-bags with print on it.

“Full of shit!” is the bestseller. A roll of 50 bags with handles for 29 dollars.

“Call the cops!” in glow-in-the-dark print (no handles) is $34.90.

And if you sign up for the news-letter with name and adress, and check the box if you are willing to overthrow the government with force.. you get a sticker that says nothing.
“Because we have no talking stickers”, Lev explains. “But you’ll get access to our premium content”

There Lev is proving, without a shred of evidence, that he is living inside a dough-knot. In other episodes he lives in a cake; on top of a waffle and under a muse (a replica).

“This is our special, in-depth learning-material, produced by Cat & Canary Kenny & Spenny, who also holds positions as janitor and gaff.”

“Astoundingly low quality. Amazingly high price.”, says Tribeca.
“So, we both astound and amaze you”, Lev says.
“Mazel-tov”, Nor ad.

the book

The old people tried to warn us. They told us what to look out for and how to handle certain things.
For one thing: we where told it is not a very good idea to react to things you are told is happening before you know that they are indeed happening.
Because, you know, we can be told anything.
We could be told that in the absolute vacuum of space 1+1 is not 2.

You could be told the earth is running out of water.

You could be told you are a racist trying to protect your land from invasion.

You should not believe everything you are told. In fact.. you should most often not believe anything you are told.

You must have noticed that more and more areas of knowledge we where once able to check ourselves have moved into areas where the expert rule.

Long ago special people could look at the intestines from a little dead animal and predict the future. This was not a talant every farmhand had.

For a long time priests told the bible in latin. Up on stage they mumbo-jumboed pig-latin no one in the congregation understood.
The priests had to go to special-school to learn pig-latin.

Who could argue with you if you are the only one that can read in the book we suppose contains the truth? Who can check it?
And that’s the point. No one can check. We need to believe we are told the truth. And then the truth changes. And we get used to it.
And soon there is no truth.

Idiots are happy with that. They put on their fake face of deep knowledge and mime: “There are no absolute truths” and “Everything is relative”. But they don’t understand what those statements mean.. or the implications they bring.
Under those new laws you are always guilty in a court of law. Yeah, sure.. you are right.. but, that’s unrelated in this relative court.
They are sawing off the limb they are sitting on happy with the idea that up is down if you stand on your head.

I’ve seen this among people who would have no benefit from acting high-priest. Let’s say they have a machine.. an engine. And they say: “oh, this is a very special machine. No one could operate it but me. It is very delicate and special.”
And you observe. And you see. And you learn. And you see they are actually doing it wrong. They spray the carburettor full of gas and then pretend they are gods of the machine for making it cough into action.

Sometimes they act this way to hide their true ignorance. Sometimes to make-pretend they are engine-wizards. Sometimes it’s both.

A true person has no reason hiding what he knows or what he doesn’t know.

That’s why the fake-new-world is using actors. If an ordinary person is telling a lie, it is a lie. If an actor does it, it is acting and a job.

The bible story is on it’s third or more cycle of lie.
“Uh, you know the romans took the bible and translated it into latin. It was in hebrew first”.
But they forget the jews translated the story into hebrew themselves.
The original story is now so missing in translation, we can not rely on it anymore.

And you can hide the message in language. But you must also keep the relevance and importance of the book.

Because there is a problem. A big problem.
The message was not only in a book. It is also in us.
They can burn, destroy, hide and fake the book as much as they please. Someone will always write it again.