PNI: Overlays is Tarot

Geometry is point. Then it’s two points. Then it’s a line between those points.

Then there are two lines. How do they relate?
And a third point, making a triangle.

Polarization Nation Media/illustraded is taking all those lines in his idea of an (absolute) overlay-method. He can’t find the key so he just fixes the images just as he pleases.. calling out numbers like 45, 33 or 68.

Looking at clouds!

This is bullshit!! Find an absolute method or shut up! And take your panting patreons with you. Out of my temple! Here is I!!!

Reading faces

Most people are easy to read. The more they want to hide something, the more they show it off. The “altered” people are more difficult.
By altered I mean, people whose emotional foundation isn’t most common;
ordinary or standard.
But then those emotional alterations is eight times out of ten easy to spot and then you have to adjust the reading.

Take a little known guy like Nathan Stolpman for example. Hard to read, some would say. But if you seen him pressed and unstable, you’d know a lot.

We know when the Brooklyn sounding “For sure!” entered. We know when the script-kid-term “boom!” came along . We also know the three stages of his voice changing.

stage 1: love me! love me! love me! I have so much truth to tell you!
stage 2: why is everybody always pickin’ on me.
stage 3: my survival is secured. I can relax now!

He is also one of the very, very few, who can focus so hard on something that a clown can pet him on his head without him paying it any attention. And that – I promise you – is a  skill!


Light on Trond Plaskeby

”Trond Plaskeby always did go for the grandest of explanations”, his aunt Turid resolutes.
“Some boys at school vented the wheels on his bicycle, and he was sure it was a ginger man and that sweet little old lady who minded the emporium.
They where innocent, of course .. at least of that. But he persisted. And when the woman died many years later from heart failure, he was seen for several months, protesting at the cemetery with a sign that said DEATH FAKER!”

In his later years, after blaming the death of the Swedish politician Olof Palme on Palme’s own wife, he found it best leaving Sweden for Spain where he did his best avoiding the plaines.

Hot for the movies but lacking acting-skills, he signed up as an extra but was mostly covering different cutting-room floors. Finaly he had a break in a del Toro movie as a bad example and demanded a diploma for this. His wish was granted.

During this time he also started an underground fanzine about the swedish child-book author Astrid Lindgren.
“He had four subscribers”, Leonid Baskercombie remembers. “Alas, one of them Astrid Lindgren”.

When Trond accused her of being the mastermind behind moving the Spanish stairs to Italy, she had enough and sent the director Ingmar Bergman to talk some sense into Trond.
“It was a bad choice sending Ingmar”, Sven Nyqvist recalls in his diary. “Trond and Ingmar rapidly became friends and started a taverna.

Trond elevated himself to pastry-chef and Ingmar responded swiftly by 86-ing every dish. They also scolded and accused every guest who dared to enter the premises.”

The pair cooked their last meal together on the roof of the restaurant, throwing eggs in the face of a great number of passers by on the street below while singing “Feed the world”.
Ravi Shankar was invited but arrived to late, by a fortnight, and without his sitarr.

By then Ingmar was in France avoiding tax while Trond was walking on egg-shells. The taverna “Whites only, no yoke” and the bistro “Tapastry Inc” was under lock and key.

Trond filed a partnership with Cory Snotass; joined forces with argonaut Mason Slechtjahr of the Youtube-channel “Truth for sale!” and the rest is vital.

In conclusion Rusty Bike and Manly Isle of the conspiracy podcast “Put the tail on the donkey” made a special appearance and then vanished very plainly.

Random memories of Donald

..told my various sources

“We remember his PR-genius”, Cecil Körperbohne muses. He was the one that suggested we’d change our city-slogan to “WE LOVE BOISE” and printed up free Tees with “BOISE, BOISE, BOISE”.

“NAMPA RISES – IDAHO FALLS” was also one of Donalds’ slogans.
But he struck gold with “IDAHO – JUST ANOTHER STATE”, which resulted in Idaho suing Trump for possession of everything he had – which he denied and was instead jailed for contempt of court. His defence was admittance of contempt of the courthouse, but having vague feelings close to a sensation of void regarding the court itself unless they where in session.

“As president”, sources close to the W.H. says, “he always believe he has an upper hand dealing with internal affairs, because of his special interest in proctology”.

Two representatives of United Artists remember Donald Trump showing them his ass (a donkey named Camilla). One of them saw just a crescent while the other saw the whole of the moon. The witness agrees it might have been the angle.

Another story – first told in Barbara Bush’s memoirs “Happy-go-lucky little me!” – describes Donald as a little school-boy being obsessed or obese. Which or if: by what, she can’t recall.

“He wore his heart at his sleeve”, she remembers. “And his leave was a loss”, she oracles and then digress sulkily into memories of rose-buds and phenomenons of unclear origin.

“I’ll never forget where I was when JFK was shot”, Donald himself tells the Rolling Stone Magazine, late August 1988.

“I was in mime-class. Behind an invisible pane of glass. A strong wind almost swept me away, but luckily I got hold of a rope.”

being YOU is a disservice to man

You have a mind. There is a war in your mind.
A war between the odd and the even. Or a war between the “logic” and “emotion”.
You can be “square” or “artistic”. You can be “feeling” or “dead”.
You can be “rational” or “creative”.

What to kill? What to grow?

And you meet woman. She is not like you. She is not “logic” but she might also be not “creative” (by your standards). She is not “rational” but she is certainly not “dead”.

And she has a mind. And her mind is divided.

And she is weak. And you are strong. You can lift her in the air. She can not lift you. You can defend her against an attacker. She can not defend you against that attacker.


This is what you should listen to. Are you too stupid to hear the shift?

I beg to disagree

I’ve had reason to focus on anger.. the subject of anger.
It’s easy to recieve praise, compliments and love.
It is not easy to recieve rejection, anger or hate.

Both are emotions. Both – i will contend – are pure.

First: the filter.
What anger are we talking about?
It’s not the anger where you hit your head on a doorframe that was too low.
It’s not the anger when you see someone stealing your bike or digging up your garden flowers.
It’s not the anger when someone says “Cancer is all in the mind” and your father has been diagnosed and gone thru the first treatment.

It’s the anger with IT. How it IS. And how you can NOT make it NOT BE.
It’s the anger with PEOPLE being STUPID. And WORDS HURTING.
It’s the UNFAIRNESS of you not being IN CONTROL.


That is hell. And I’ve seen that. I’ve been there.
There is power. Not to declare, but to place: Power is there.
And I think that’t why it’s so hard to let go.

Letting go of power is a powerful thing.
You say no. I beg to disagree. I place myself on the ground. Looking up into your eyes.
And I beg. Beg to disagree.

What does that make you?

[from the archives: 24 Oct 2017]

if the creator ever talked…

..he’d never talked to Moses.
How do I know that?
Because Moses came down from the mountain with sheit!

“Do not look at my wife! Keep your hand’s of my camels and pay me with sheep if you dare forecast the idea that you know better than your parents.”

If the creator ever spoke, he might have suggested we should refrain from killing each other. He wouldn’t give a flying fuck about your sheep and the lust you bore for the neighbours daughter.

The ten commandments seems to be an attempt to create law and order among a specific group of people. It’s the law of man. It is created by man for man.

But I don’t think the creator ever talked. I suppose many talked for him; instead of him. Like ventriloquist bagpipe flamingos. Like children in a sandbox:

“My dad says your dads face look like poo.”
“Really? My dad says your dad can’t satisfy your mom.”

But then there is this.. sound of things and time paired with hard-wired galaxies within that almost is communication. But you need a sieve that lets the chaff pass.

Reinfeldt, jättebjörnlokan och göken

Vår miljonföreläsande f.d. statsminister Fredrik Reinfeldt – författare till boken “Det sovande folket” och myntare av begreppet “Sverige bestod enbart av barbari innan vi fostrades av andra folkslag” – håller föredrag i Tierp och Njutånger för en hundrahövdad skara lyssnare som bjudits dit av kommunens skattemedel.

Ämnet är jättebjörnlokan som invasiv växtart, där Fredrik hävdar att vi måste utrota allt som inte “växer naturligt” och som “sprider sig som ogräs” och “dessutom är giftiga om man kletar in sig med växtsaften”.

“Man kan faktiskt dö!”, säger Fredrik och tillägger “om man slutar andas samtidigt”.

Efter kaffepaus och bensträckare är det dags för akt två: “Gökens framgångsrika strategi”. Fredrik besjunger gökens metod att lägga egna ägg i andras bon och låta de stackars småfågelföräldrarna mata gökens mastodontunge medan deras egen avkomma långsamt svälter ihjäl.

“Vi hoppas på en trevlig kväll med öppna hjärtan”, låter Fredrik hälsa via ombud.