Contributed By Hugh
Note: Hugh has touched on a very important component of the sociological engineering which has taken place since the end of World War 2. The creation and expansion of pop culture has utilized Monarch Programming and its systematic brutality to design cultural personalities. These broken personalities have suffered extreme sexual, physical, and emotional abuse at the hands of inhuman beasts.
One only need revisit the lyrics of the Michael Jackson song Thriller and filter them through an abuse scenario. The lyrics quickly become something other than a fun Halloween dance beat. Michael Jackson is the poster child of the split personality which has been intentionally externalized within our pop culture.
I would encourage all readers to explore and study content on the website Vigilant Citizen. There is no need to repeat what has been explained so well there. And now for Hugh… – JC
With my mind on America and America on my mind and in keeping with symbolism’s role in playing an integral part shaping our realities, allow me to share with you a slice of American pie. A recollection of a bygone era with an indictment of a directed cultural manipulation performed on an epic transcontinental landscape which facilitated a generational loss of innocence.
‘The day the music died’ speaks to the loss of American musical icons and the subterranean subterfuge which the Tavistock instituted (pun intended) with their covert plan to manipulate and sway the youth using manufactured false idols of their own creation. An entire generation and more were steered in a direction that suited the nefarious agenda of the psychic trauma policemen and their handlers.
It’s easier these days to recognize the cultural micro/macro from a distance; and it’s becoming much less difficult when we are able to identify the popular traits of the ruse used against us.
Our minds are not for rent; no longer should we allow them to take up residence where they are not wanted. No quarter need be given; no room to let, the flat is full and we certainly know better now that there is no room for any ‘sympathy for the devil’. Thanks JC
And in the streets, the children screamed
The lovers cried and the poets dreamed
But not a word was spoken
The church bells all were broken
And the three men I admire most
The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died…
And more from Hugh…
An American in-tune; did he learn the truth from Lenny Bruce…?
-Alright Mr. Simon, if that’s your real name; what do you know and when did you know it?
-Know what sir?
-Don’t be coy Roy; you know what I mean! When did you know that America was on a path of psychopathic induced destruction?
-Oh, that. Well, let’s see; I believe it was 1973. I wrote a song about her demise. Here, I’ll play it for you.
-There had better be some solid intel here Simon!
– Well sir, if it will help, I do know that there are at least fifty ways to leave your lover…