Trump is dedicated to his own face. He has to be in the front of the news, just as he handles and maneuvers celebrities in crowds to demonstrate that he’s in charge, he’s directing everyone and everything, and everything revolves around him.
One thing you’ll note that is an outstanding feature: instead of creating diversions, like a politician such as super-sleazy McConnell would do, changing the subject, offering some glittering prize as long as it’s not on-subject, he goes nuts.
He is, in fact, exactly what he projected onto his victims — a nut-job. Actually, Trump is a nut-job and a half.
I like to be exact.
As Avatar of the Western Realm — which is a lousy job, but everybody’s gotta work for a living — I can’t, of course, directly interfere, nor would I intervene in something so petty as a local war or political upheaval.
Right. I can’t interfere. But I CAN suggest, and occasionally, I can point. This is one of those “I can point, but you’ll have to actually L@@K” moments.
What Trump does is, he offers an even bigger carrot than merely a dazzling bit of sizzle as a substitute meal for what the reporters really want answered.
Okay, he goes OUT OF HIS WAY to be gross. That’s what he does, in a nutshell. He goes way over the line, way over the edge, far beyond any realm of decency, right into the gutter, diving right down into the dregs, daring you to be so shocked and intimidated and overwhelmed that you just plain give up.
The wonderful “Morning Joe” show on MSNBC — the only really watchable news channel anymore, with all the tribal spear-shaking and drum-beating and shouting and out-shouting of all the other “blaming” news outlets.
Imagine Trump using the Office of the Presidency — the most powerful man in the world, uncountably rich with billions and billions of dollars and dozens of lawyers — to intimidate two newscasters to “tone down” their coverage and “apologize” and “show loyalty” to him.
We had a bully like that in grade school — an 8th grader with an evil twist, who would bully, threaten, cajole, befriend, betray and intimidate the younger smaller kids, just as Trump does and has does all his life.
He threatens lawsuits that he sometimes brings, sometimes doesn’t. Haw, haw, he can wipe out my $350 any time, I won’t care. I’ve deliberately lived my entire adult life under a vow of poverty — which neither state, nor county nor federal government recognizes, but who cares? It’s my decision, not theirs.
Unfortunately, I was penalized for “living below poverty level” and my retirement fund was taken away from me — again, who cares? There’s nothing left but bones to pick over, Donald.
How he creates distraction is to give a “sure-fire” distraction, something which he was known for in New York City when he threatened and shouted and rudely nastied his way across town, ripping into journalists all the while, because he was just as despicable and crude then as he is now, and they duly reported on it.
That’s the job of a reporter, but Donald wouldn’t know about how to do a job for someone else. He can only be the boss. Pardon me, The Boss. Maybe even THE BOSS, although I know at least one rock star who could put THAT to the test.
So to create a diversion, Trump goes over the edge, loving Twitter to do this, like a kid who hits you from behind and then runs behind his dad’s legs.
HOLY COW
Doesn’t that sound familiar? Doesn’t that hit too close to home? Doesn’t that make you shiver, the way things could have gone? And doesn’t it seem peculiar when everyone wants a little more? And so that I remember not to go too far, could you leave me with a scar?
This weekend, we’re scheduled for a “Survival Workshop” for this year’s Independence Festival, where we celebrate both Independence and Freedom, something the average Republican just wouldn’t understand.
We now know that on both sides of the aisle, it’s “business as usual”, meaning that they will be pricks forever, and rip us off until we’re dead and buried, and then they’ll tax us.
Is there no justice?
No, there’s no justice, and no rightousness and don’t even think the thought that the government is benevolent. Everyone in government is more interested in keeping their jobs and maintaining their careers than in the continuation of the Republic.
In short, they’re more partisan than patriot, which brings them skin-close to the historical record of … well, you get the idea.
How are you going to explain Trump and Trumpism to your kids and grandkids? Do you really want your grandchildren to emulate Trump when they come of age?
What a world.
I wouldn’t blame you if you wanted to stop the world and get off. Don’t worry. My first asteroidal strike was dead-on target — 8TA9D69 impacted in the Nubian Desert in the Sudan on October 7, 2008. It weighed 80 metric tons.
This marked the first time a Near-Earth Asteroidal Impact was predicted correctly by science. I always predict them correctly, because I tend to be the one directing them. One of these days, a really big one will land, and then it’s my turn to laugh.
All I need do is return to the SIM Cage and fly back up into my viewer, same as you, if you know how AND ARE ENABLED.
Enabling Deities are what Healing Thangkas are all about, and I have about a dozen supremely rare ones stashed about in my temple somewhere.
I’ll be posting them on my newest, latest marketing site on redbubble.com. You can find me there under “prosperitypath”. If you can’t manage to find my shop on redbubble, it’s okay to contact me here through Yanesh, but you’ll have to pardon me if I laugh.
You need some way to create a CLOUD OF UNKNOWING around Trump and Trumpies, and there’s only one way to really expunge and expel bad farts from a temple space, and that’s with FUMIGATION, and that’s what wearing or carrying or installing any of these items will do, that’s their primary purpose.
There are so many powerful images that enable and empower — they can drive the bad vibes away while you meditate, work on a project, do some artwork or listen to music.
All you need is some peace and quiet, and Trump can’t help himself — he has to be in your face ALL the time, and so outrageously obnoxiously foul that you can’t help yourself, you HAVE TO SAY SOMETHING, you HAVE to answer, you HAVE to register as a Democrat, before you go mad.
He wants company, but you have to stand behind him and below him. He’s first in line, always first in line, always gets the double helping when everyone else just gets one.
Like I said, the school bully has become the most powerful man in the world.
Still, he’s not the Leader of the Western World, that’s for sure. He abdicated that to Chancellor Angela Merkel, of Germany, now recognized to be the Undisputed New Leader of the Western World.
Trump doesn’t care.
He doesn’t care about anything except his ratings, and that’s what will eventually bring him down. He can’t resist attacking, and his attacks are always intended to intimidate.
He exhibits a pattern of intimidation and browbeating, doesn’t he?
Now you know why he fired Jim Comey, who wouldn’t back down from the bullying and intimidation and demand for unquestioning loyalty.
Who does Donald J. Trump think he is, Joseph Stalin?
Actually, he identifies more with Joe McCarthy, and he echoes the same sentiments. If you want a timeline, check out the Nixon Timeline from this point — it’s a maximum of 13 more months of this horrific shit.
You won’t hear his “BASE” complain. They LIKE what he does, and they agree with it.
You won’t hear the Republicans say a frigging word about it, either. They have no guts for a floor-fight, and no guts for opposing views, so they’re permanently out of the picture, and will soon be replaced by more liberal congresspeople and governors and state senators and such.
The anger is growing, the groundswell is growing, the fury is close to the surface. I’m a professional Avatar, so I have to know the stakes and recognize the signs, and I do.
What, specifically, can you do to protect yourself, your family and your friends and neighborhood from Trump?
Don’t forget, it’s not just Trump. You have about a dozen very fascist bastards in and around Trump who are working to get YOUR data onto a database so they can pursue you and threaten you if you “vote the wrong ticket” — how would you like an IRS audit for not voting the way they told you to vote?
More than an audit — they can strip you of your bank account, destroy your family, sell your home out from under you, and even deport you although you were born here, because they can easily alter your records — they’re the government, and there’s nothing they can’t do to change the facts.
I know what they can do with documents.
If a civilian counterfeiter can forge documents with crude tools and consumer equipment, imagine what a government agent can do with the entire government printing office behind him?
Documents can be faked. Badges can be faked. Uniforms can EASILY be faked. We’ll see more and more of that as time rolls on through this scenario of distrust and fear.
So what can you do?
First of all, nothing ordinary will help. No amount of normal, ordinary preparation or training will do anything against what’s coming down your pike this season of the witch.
You will need magic, serious magic, strong magic, powerful shamanic magic, just to survive and to help the Work to survive, to help the Teaching reach the future, which it will, it always does, but it requires your help and action.
So, why not start with a few of the items you’ll find in my redbubble shop?
You will appreciate the fact that you can wear, carry, use, place or apply many household items of daily use to your magical formulae.
You might want to create a vibe-barrier by placing a large poster on a wall, or perhaps a wall-sized hanging tapestry, or a metal-print to set off a Danish-Modern room grouping?
I can help you achieve a great architectural look to your home or work space, if you’ll send me a couple of photos of the space you want to work on.
Tell me also what kind of neighborhood you live in — is it suburban, rural, urban or do you live in a houseboat or on an island?
What kind of relationship do you have with your neighbors? Do you see them often? Do you talk with them? If so, what subjects do you discuss?
There are a whole lot more questions you ought to be asking yourself about your present situation, both at home and at work, and you MUST have a plan.
We’re going to work all that out, starting this morning, today, at the Independence Day Workshop, which happens on the 1st and 2nd of July this year, but we’ll also have a morning show on Monday at 6:30 as usual, and music at 4:00 p.m. as we do every week.
I’m considering having a music fest on Saturday at 4:00 p.m. also, which is double the effort for the band, but I always enjoy doing that, even though energy is at a premium during workshops.
Between the two days of the workshop, we’ll cover most of what you can do right now to improve your situation in the Age of Trump, and it won’t be easy.
Trump is after YOUR ass.
You might not be on his list now, but sooner or later, you will be. As little as you have, and as much as Trump has, he wants more.
And he’s going to get it, too.
Be prepared to lose your healthcare, your health and your income, all at once, and to end up in a labor camp, to work on the roads and bridges, the infrastructure — where at least they’ll feed you.
Now, that’s what government calls “benevolent”. Kind of like taking medical marijuana away from folks who have used it safely and legally for years, now.
It’s like taking away healthcare coverage for not 23 million Americans, not 32 million Americans, but ALL middle class and poverty level Americans, and there are plenty of poverty level workers out here, thanks to the present Congress, and there are soon to be many more.
There isn’t a whole lot of room at the top, and a bunch of millionaires who are just on the edge of very rich are due for a bad surprise very soon.
As you know, according to my ethics, I can’t interfere — but I CAN suggest.
Who could ask for more?
“Healthcare is not a right, it’s the privilege of the very rich,” according to Miss U.S.A. Kara McCullough, a confessed Republican, has informed us. Gosh, that’s a sobering thought. Many will die as a result of that kind of thinking.
Like I said, here come the pitchforks and torches, Martha. Get out the kettle and we’ll all have a nice cup of boiling-hot tea.
See You At The Top!!!
gorby