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Thursday, April 12, 2012

Macguyver'd in the ass - mullings on mullets and military mind manipulations

Remember that crappy '70's series that tried to be serious with the red/green duct tape crap?

I remember it well. That guy was my hero for a bit when I was like 12 or so.
He was never as cool as Kirk or Mr. Spock, or even the 6 Million dollar man, but we ran home to watch it.

Years later I see him. Tooling around in his fancy sports car.
I'm pretty disgusted.

Imagine this scenario.
You meet a childhood hero. Someone who fought the "bad" guys.
Maybe you even had a mullet or something like him.
So you meet him.
He asks you to let him pay you back if you'll use your credit card to buy lunch.

He then proceeds to use your card to pay for $600 of food and beer, and while you're taking a piss he uses it to buy himself 2 plane tickets back to his place, then leaves with the girl you came with.

That's how I feel about Macguyver.

I remember a smirking poser asshole with a snazzy sports car zooming up,
making me pull my dog back from the curb.
He HAS to drive in front of me. Its important.
So he can get out a good smirk.

Its too hot of a day to spit and get him.

That's the funny thing about the human psyche. We mix these fictional characters of morally righteous military propaganda with the reality that actors are just greedy backstabbing humans like everyone else. Maybe more so.

He's part of the propaganda. I remember how scared we were of those terrorists.
We should have been terrified of MacGuyver. He was the one fucking with our little heads, trying to make us believe that he or anyone else gave a shit about justice.

Really he's an american spy. Honestly. A foreign shit disturber CIA mouthpiece with a mullet that he then traded in for a buzz cut.

We all lapped it up.

I think its hilarious. Arnie as guvernator, Reagan, years of American presidencies ruled by the media. Ruled by their own spies and gangsters, feeding us stories only they want to hear and fucking up our local cultures.

I really wish I could have got up a spit. It was just too dry and surreal.

I wonder why no one ever gets charged with espionage. We all know there are a few thousand american operatives and "retired" rangers chilling in Canada. Yet we never arrest any of them. I wonder what CSIS is doing sometimes about that.

Oh. Right.

To CSIS I'm probably considered a greater threat to Canada than an american actor with military ties who's made 25+ years of military propaganda here. Funny. So fucking funny.

Socialists are more dangerous than American PsyOps to the boys and girls in Canadian "Intelligence".

I was thinking of previous centuries of colonialism. The rich conquerors would set up vacation properties and regardless of how the population felt about them, they flocked to be their servants, because it was better wages working for the masters. Well fed slaves get used to watching non compliant ones die mercilessly.

That's just the way it is.

Soma/Haoma

So this is a "thesis" of mine.
A theory.
The yoga dudes who meditated in the hot desert extolled the virtues of a drink they called Soma or Haoma.

Nobody knows for sure what it was because it didn't have a recipe.
I believe that I know what the actual drink was
back then.

Like 4k years ago sorta or even more

I believe it was a form of giant ephedra grass grown in northern Afghanistan at the time, a tribe in that area would make well known clay jars, and fill them with the milk made from bashing the giant ephedra stalks on rocks with stones.

The juice then sat a bit, then was transported by camel down the trading route that ran south to india at the time. So it travelled in sealed jars for about 2-3 weeks, then sat at the other end for a while before being sold.

So the ephedra juice at this time had aged by about 2 months and had fermented. It was then drank slowly and allowed to continue fermenting by the end user.

This is the key ingredient that was lost in time, the fermenting of the milk over time.

So it would up your heart rate significantly, and have psychoactive properties.

Because ephedra milk can get psychoactive like mushrooms if its fermented.

That's my grand theory of the origins and recipe of a great entheogen known and regarded highly through history.

It is holy to shivaites and many other cultures as well.
I think with good reason.

While I'm at it.
Got some mungy tasting magic mushrooms?
The best way to eat them is to put them in one of those small coffee grinders with enough hot chocolate for a cup or two, and throw a couple of raw coffee beans in there, only like 2-3.

grind it up and make magical hot chocolate!