What the Hell is Pre-board? To Get On Before You Get On?

Okay, weirdos, time once again to play my favourite philosophical game…
It’s called:

WHAT IF?

(insert stupid Marvel graphic here to keep humans-with-short-attention-spans amused before too many paragraphs inundate their feeble brains…)

Alright, ready??

WHAT IF….

One day you awoke suddenly in a hospital bed, and the “medical professional” standing by your side declared:

“We have diagnosed you with AMNESIA! But since our latest, “state-of-the-art” testing protocols have shown you to be healthier than a Kentucky-winning thoroughbred, our HMO has suggested you don your tattered clothes and leave the premises as quickly as possible. A steady stream of new clientele desperately awaits a plethora of more advanced toxic treatments than your insurance-bereft ass can afford. This ain’t no flophouse! We’re here to make money, bitch, not cater to mentally deranged vagabonds like yourself. Get the fuck out!”

Okay.

So now you’ve just been discharged from the only institution most likely to shed light on your memory-loss condition, leaving you up to your own devices to ascertain just what the fuck to do next.

So what’s your next move? Should be fairly obvious, no?

Determine your name… Why? So you can determine…

Where you live… Why? So you can determine…

Where you’re from… Why? So you can determine…

Who you truly are… Why?? So you can determine…

YOUR PURPOSE AND REASON FOR EXISTING ON THIS PLANET!

Without that rudimentary insight at hand, how can one possibly make an intelligent, informed decision about what to do next?

The sad part is, we spend our entire lives in this very state of ignorance.

“Advanced” civilization is basically an intentional, collectively chosen form of amnesia. Any ideas or theories of our origin, not written in the official “history” books, are dismissed with prejudice. Any ideas that don’t conform with science or religion are labelled ludicrous, nonsensical, and very likely the work of a subversive, racist, tinfoilhat-wearing domestic terrorist.

You’ve been given two choices to make sense of the human condition:

  1. You are the product of random, mechanical fluke — a great explosion that occurred a zillion years ago, but instead of creating greater chaos (you know, like every explosion that’s ever occurred, EVER!), it somehow brought about order and coherence.
  2. You are the product of an angry dude with a white beard who lives in the clouds. He loves you unconditionally, but doesn’t mind watching your ass burn for eternity if you piss him off, or make him feel insecure by not loving him the most.

All other clues or insight into our origin are shunted into a category called “pre-history.” That’s the epoch spanning the inception of the Universe to the dawn of our unprecedented modernity. That’s the era no one gives a flying fuck about because we were slope-headed, knuckle-dragging savages, incapable of creativity or advanced thought. Kindly ignore any existential anomalies that’ve been uncovered from that time period, because going against the official narrative makes you a psychopath. You want to be normal, right? RIGHT???

So what occurred before the so-called dawn of civilization?

I’ll make an educated guess…

Humans weren’t savages. Humans didn’t steal, murder, kill, or rape each other for bigger huts or bitches with the hairiest tits. They lived in balance, like all creatures on the planet.

I’m not saying it was some kind of perfect utopia — humans did what they had to do to survive, like all animals. But they didn’t systematically wipe out competing systems with malice to achieve totalitarian control or political advantage. Bison, wolves, elk, rodents, insects, you name it — all victims of mass cullings performed by self-righteous douchebags to secure dominance over hunter/gatherer tribes, and/or the poor, lowly creatures who didn’t play ball with man’s attempt to dominate God.

It wasn’t until our so-called “Agricultural Revolution” that everything took a dump for the worse. That’s the same revolution which made us “civilized,” and also brought with it perpetually escalating war/violence/intolerance, decimation of natural habitats and resources, rampant poisonings, rampant plagues, an endless supply of toxic food/goods/materials, ever-burgeoning moral depravity, and, ironically, thousands of mass starvation events.

Think about that for a bit before you marvel at how quickly your iPhone, built by slaves in China, can pull up a Wikipedia search to set the record straight, and refute anything and everything I’ve mentioned. What a glorious age we live in!!

Totalitarian agriculture has allowed us to crushingly squeeze into ever tighter urban centres that leave us dependent upon a food supply disseminated from a destructive industry that uses chemicals to rejuvenate decimated topsoil, antibiotics to prevent the collapse of livestock, and an endless plethora of pesticides and toxins to keep their flimsy house of cards precariously balanced for at least another week.

I find it incredibly ironic that animals can move freely across the land at will. They survive on wild food, build homes whenever and wherever they choose, and give nary a fuck about acquiring paper dollars nor RRSP’s.

But us humans? Well…

We’re prisoners on our own planet — the most “evolved” species ever, relegated to hamsters running on brand-name wheels in open-air pens… and we accept this as normal.

Consider how fucked up this next scenario is…

Geese fly unrestrictedly 24/7 back and forth across imaginary lines separating this land from that land… my country from your country… our stuff from your stuff. But if you put a goose in the backseat of your car and try to cross a border, well… you do the math. I guarantee the minimum-wage flunky at the checkpoint, holding an automatic weapon, ain’t gonna be smilin’ perty in your direction…

It’s more than just willful amnesia we’re engaged in — it’s fucking insanity, plain and simple.

I don’t have the answers to why we’re here, what consciousness is, or how life in the cosmos is possible, but whenever I seek the closest approximation to Universal Truth, I turn to Mother Nature. And the farther away from an urban centre I am when I do that, the more revealing Her answers become.

How strange that our cutting-edge societies have become systematically divorced from living in harmony with the natural world. Just an accident? I have my doubts…

Praise Jesus for smartphone apps that can show us the night sky from the comfort of our couches! Praise Allah for the mass-produced pills that Big Pharma patents by changing a random molecule on a plant found easily in the wild! And praise Buddha for teaching us that spiritual enlightenment is nothing more than a Tik-Tok swipe away!

Science and religion are two sides of the same charlatan coin. If they could stop comparing dick size for even a moment, and actually live up to the grandiose tenets they profess to care so much about, there’s a good possibility the blinkered masses would awake from their hypnotic slumber overnight.

A grand architectural idea exists behind the wondrous mathematical structure intrinsic to this reality. The engine running your car has the same inherent quality as the pebble that turns into a 30-foot oak — intelligent design.

If we can put our smartphones down for even half an hour as a species, and stop buying every piece-of-shit deal proffered by Amazon, perhaps, just perhaps, we may wake up from this nightmare called “advanced civilization,” and start treating each other like brothers and sisters again.

I call shotgun, bitches.

(Haha, sibling joke. Take the front seat bro! I love the back of the bus…)

Call Me A God, Prophet, or Genius, Whatever Floats Yer Boat…

The attached blog entry was written in 2018. Jesus, that seems like a fucking lifetime ago. I found it accidentally while trying to determine the origin of the flowing-haired chick that used to adorn the Adobe Illustrator start-up icon when I first learned graphic design programs.

Stupid me, it was a Botticelli painting of Venus. How did I not clue into that before? Prolly cuz I grew up as a sheltered, ignorant human produced by an educational system that favoured the training modality derived by Pavlov and his dogs.

Ding, Mike, it’s fucking recess!

Ding, Mike, time to go back to class.

Ding, Mike, time to go home and fill out chapter 7 of your mind-numbing, insulting homework, so you don’t get yelled at the next day for being derelict to the expectations of your syllabus-reading “mentor,” and, yes, ding again Mike to brush your teeth, go to bed, and repeat the fucking process till you earn the accolade of being a “graduate.”

Do you know what I like about re-reading old posts?

It gives me a snapshot of my thoughts and evolution. Am I moving forward? Am I stuck in the same traps that’ve always controlled my life? Or can I laugh at myself now for being a holier-than-thou jerkoff, because I thought I had it all figured out as a self-deluded, ego-driven narcissist?

Haha, I still suck.

But, for the record, I did hammer a few nails directly on the head.*

[*See Karate Kid II]

If you wanna spend 15 minutes reading this oldey-timey post, that’s your call. If not, Mikey giveth not a fuck. My best guess is that this website will be scrubbed into a Memory Hole within 3 years, as every internet user clamours to provide digital ID for the “privilege” of sharing information, instead of being labelled a subversive who doesn’t adhere to the Main Stream Narrative.

Enjoy!

My Suggestion? Fuck Google…

Add WordPress Title…

I used to think that if I shared enough challenging ideas in blog posts, wrote a few whacked-out books, and continued to parlay my subversive thoughts into a unique brand I could call my own, that, eventually, the Interwebs would connect me with enough outliers to somehow fund my goal of never having to work a slave-job again.

Holy fuck, was I ever wrong!

Although WordPress and HostHero still permit this website to function, and Amazon still technically “sells” my books to this day, I’ve never been more shadow-banned since sharing my stupidest Daily Bread pun about the ability of Bubba Wallace to cast a dark shadow upon his garage-door opener.

Right now, the AI algorithm really, REALLY, hates any buzzwords stinging the official Mein Stream Narrative.

Oh shit, did I accidentally type Mein? Fuck!

At this point, I can’t even say for certain my “Subscribers” even receive my daily notes or posts. But I remember having a conversation with a Byzantine medic I worked with many moons ago during the war – let’s call him Doctor Z.

My holistic friend made an observation I was blind to at the time:

“Dude, you’re doing this to sort shit out in your own brain — fuck praise, fuck notoriety, fuck dollars. Just do what you wanna do.”

Buddy died in a concentration camp years later, but his/her/them message has been etched in my brain, (despite the processed food and rampant alcohol consumption causing the constant misfiring of my/his/her neurons).

Fucking right, Doc Z!

What the fuck else do I have left to do in this insane asylum except be true to myself???

And therein lies our question…

What is true?

What is belief?

What is emotion?

What is Purpose?

What the fuck is 5% spandex?

Being the not-too-bright human I am, if I’m able to discern “reality” conundrums in my feeble brain, I’m pretty sure most of humanity can as well.

Can’t we just get our shit together already, and have some fun again?

“Newton, get my sword.”

“Where is it Herc? Where is it Herc???”

It’s always in the same fucking tree beside you. Pay attention you stupid fucking centaur.

Chill The Fuck Out, Yer Gonna Be Dead Soon…

When there’s nothing left to say, that’s usually the best time to say it…

If you wanna spend the remainder of your existence in this reality adhering to idiotic theories, junk science, religious models, contrived history, or whatever bullshit-de-jour your government is selling you, then that’s your call.

But if you want to spend your final days on this planet actually living in a manner that emulates some kind of harmonious calling within your heart, something that makes this insanity tolerable, then that’s your call too.

Either way, you’re fucked.

This “reality” is the penultimate experience of decay, misery, stress and suffering, all the while tempting you with golden, gleaming paths of love, harmony, and hope, which never quite seem to manifest.

And all roads unfailingly lead to an unceremonious struggle to gulp at least one more breath before succumbing to the ultimate inevitable.

But therein lies the Truth.

Choice is the only real deal.

So whatcha wanna do?

Clip fucking coupons to save a couple bucks at WalMart, or climb the highest perilous metaphorical mountain beckoning you, knowing — live or die — I’M FINALLY FULLY FUCKING ALIVE!!

The fucking Smartphone’s always ringing.

Figure out which unknown number you wanna answer…

Enter Title HEAR!

Like everyone, I grew up completely naive and stupid, putting 100% of my trust into the wisdom of the authority figures I assumed would nurture the unknown path that lay before me.

Why would I not?

But after 50 fucking years wandering the back alleys of this insane asylum, it completely confuzzles my brain to witness humanity repeatedly stepping up to the buffet of the latest turd-de-jour, and actually fight with one another for the last shit-burger sitting in the steam well.

Last call, motherfuckers!

Everything I once accepted as “true” has turned out to be a lie. And my personal experiences don’t differ wildly from Joe Average. So why the fuck do we keep putting unwavering faith in a system of misery, corruption, violence, manipulation, and grass-fed bullshit?

It’s not because we’re stupid. I encounter brilliant minds on a daily basis. No, our compliance comes down to a lifetime of systematically instilled traumas. All by design, of course. We are dupes and stooges of an unseen cabal that’s been pulling our strings from day one.

Left, Right, Liberal, Conservative, Trump, Biden, Leafs, Habs, Nazis, Jews, Science, Religion, blah blah blah blah fucking blah.

It’s always the same game of Divide and Conquer. Always Us vs Them. Always “My Beliefs” vs “Your Beliefs.” The controllers found their winning formula a millennia or more ago, and have no reason to fuck with a strategy that continues to serve their agenda of absolute, draconian, power-mad, pedophiliac, loosh-generating control.

I just got my third booster yesterday. You know why? Cuz it’s SAFE AND FUCKING EFFECTIVE! I have 42 Ukrainian flags hanging off my electric car, and I stopped cheering for Russian tennis champs because they’re fucking evil.

I hate thinking for myself. It’s far too challenging. I want my government to enact policies that keep me safe, keep me secure, and keep me swiping maniacally left, right, up, or down on my smart-phone. I just need someone who cares about me, and keeps me safe. Yes, I want my body scanned with an X-ray machine before I board a plane, because terrorists are everywhere! Yes, I want to quarantine for 14 days each time I cross an imaginary line, so I stay healthy! Yes, I want to ingest poison pills and endure experimental intravenous injections so I can carry on with the shitty slave job I have that funds the Amazon Prime products that make my life worth living!

If I had a point to this post, I don’t remember what the fuck it was.

So let me leave you with this quote. Not sure on the source, but I have zero fucks given about proprietary lawsuits:

What is hope? Belief in a favourable future that may diminish the likelihood you’ll take action to ensure that the favourable future becomes reality.

Take hope and shove it up your ass. You wanna live free? Take everything you think you’ve ever known or believed, and flush the filthy mess from your filthy fucking bowels down your filthy fucking toilet.

Start anew with an open-mind that doesn’t include “belief” in your dictionary.

Also, let’s go do drugs. DM me for an address.

Technology: The AssLicking Science of Reality

WordPress seems to be fucking with me at the moment, but that’s my own fault for not learning HTML properly, and relying on cookie-cutter templates to disseminate my insane, subversive thoughts.

If your Daily Breads look weird as of late, that’s because of some bullshit update that’s been foisted upon me before I could figure out how to correct the “wisdom” of the aesthetics dictated by a control system that “knows” better than I do how the public should perceive fonts and messages received instantaneously to their smarty-pants “phones.*”

[*See Big Pharma/ i-Phone Disclaimer — Never use a phone to phone people]

I don’t enjoy having my graphic layouts usurped by corporate douchebags who get paid to live socially-distanced in Mommy’s basement while they write politically correct code to appease their financial masters, but, I’d be ignorant to suggest that any form of my digital presence on the Etherweb would be immune to eventual manipulation. Insert a massive “Duh, Mikey!” retort here.

It won’t be long before some fake bullshit solar flare takes down the grid, or some equally asinine Russian EMP, fake nuclear bomb, or cyber-attack leaves us without digital dollars in our bank accounts — with no WalMart surplus food, and no fake dinosaur oil — while we freak out because we can’t log into Facebook to update our latest “I identify with donkey!” status. But, sadly, that’s pretty much where we’re at in this belief-driven insane asylum.

I tell myself I stopped giving a fuck a long time ago, but that’s a lie.

I care about sharing ideas. I care about people. I care about expounding upon whacked-out theories with random freaky weirdos I meet in a bar who can look past their childhood indoctrinations, and engage in a legitimate dialogue without introducing their deep-rooted traumas as a crutch to disregard the unfathomable.*

[*See the 9th Version of NewSpeak: Double Plus Good!]

If you can’t say what you wanna say, without everyone losing their shit because it doesn’t fit into the current narrative, then maybe there’s something fundamentally wrong with our existence here. Or perhaps that just makes me the black sheep of humanity. Why is it so rare to hear another human genuinely say, “Holy shit, I never thought of it that way before!*”

[*See: Pickles; Foreward; Plagarism]

I wish I had the ultimate answers to share, but I don’t. This reality is fucked up. But instead of making excuses that your Higher self has greater plans for you, or you’re in a Fifth Dimensional training school that’s given you an egoticstical edge to trade up from the morons interacting with you, might I humbly suggest this idea?

Fuck you

Enter Title Here, Asshole!

At this very moment, I have about a thousand half-finished blog posts, most of them starting with: “Sorry, it’s been WAAAAY too long between posts! I’ve been busy writing new books and working on my boat!”

What a load of shit.

The truth? I get excited about a new piece, write 90% to completion, then pass out before I hit the PUBLISH button, only to wake in the morning, sober up, and realize the stupidity on my mind wasn’t quite up to my “noble” ideal of empowering humanity.

But today things are different!

As I’m having beer for breakfast, trying to figure out just what the fuck is going on in this insane asylum we call Planet Earth, my feeble brain fired its last remaining synapse to connect some new dots that’ve been confuzzling my non-local mind for some time.

[insert holier-than-thou emoticon here]

I guess it comes down to an admission of being completely fucking retarded, and apologizing to the masses that whatever bullshit I was espousing is, once again, completely fucking wrong.

But that’s what personal evolution is all about, right?

[insert holier-than-thou emoticon here]

As I was re-reading some snippets of my last monologue (pronounced BOOK), I stumbled across praise for Duck Duck Go as the “GO-TO” search engine, capable of disempowering the Google overlords.

What a fucking joke.

We’re not gonna do a history lesson here on why or how the Etherweb was created and instilled in our lives, but I’ll share a story with you…

There was a time in my youth when I was engrossed in a meaningless endeavour to study “engineering” at the University of Toronto. That’s when I first came across ‘the Web,’ long before AOL ever announced the phrase, “You’ve got porn!”

Some dude walked up to me in our “computer” class, and suggested I could find information about whatever the fuck I wanted if I understood coding. I spent 5 years telling people that “.ca” meant I learned free information about guitar chords from California.

Fuck me. Poor, Stupid me.

Did I have a point to this story? Oh yeah, sorry, still drinking…

Back in the day, the Etherweb was the wild wild west. You could search whatever the fuck you wanted, and get ideas to blow your fucking mind. A dedicated search on Google would give you whatever free movie you wanted to watch, along with ideas on how to kill a hooker and bury her body without fear of leaving DNA evidence to link you to the crime.

Not so much now.

The Interweb is a data-mining tool.. insidiously crafted to suck the bizarre thoughts that exist in your brain to create algorithms to lull you into a deep state of control.

[See TikTok]

What was my point again?

Oh yeah, the motherfuckers at Duck Duck Go.

It was completely legit at some point, like Google, to suck you into the information age, but I’ll tell you what that search engine is all about these days…

Total fucking control.

Have you ever tried to use a search query on Amazon?

Same shit.

The “search words” you use don’t mean fuck all. The algorithms just pump out whatever THEY think you should buy/learn/need, irrelevant of your specificity.

[Specificity? See Inception]

I’m ashamed to share with you that I have links to Instagram and Facebook. I justify my technocratic bondage under the guise of selling books and promoting the BonerFruit website.

[insert hypocrisy emoticon here]

So let’s finally get to the point. The last time I researched electronics and hardware for my boat, through a Duck Duck Go search, it didn’t take long for the endless advertisements for similar products and “suggestions,” to inundate every level of advertising pings my ‘smart’ phone was built for.

The Duck Duck Go marketing declaration, “We don’t track you!” is complete horseshit. And I won’t even get into the play-on-words of duck duck goose.

Fuck you Duck Duck Go, fuck you Google, and fuck everyone who believes we live in a free, open, ‘democratic’ society.

[see Politician]

I’m a dupe — a stooge, a puppet, and douchebag. I’ve been played by the system, just like everyone else, and I hate myself for being this completely fucking stupid.

I shout out to the world that I need things like a “MacBook” to be creative — to write books, make art, and communicate my talents to the world!

But do you know what I really need?

A fucking pencil and paper.

And the desire to never again consider trading my talents to procure the bullshit fiat currency that’s meant to keep me in perpetual bondage.

[insert Barter emoticon here]

We used to write shit in clay tablets so the ideas would endure the test of time. The “electronic” age has taught us that “reality” can be amended over the course of a weekend, by scrubbing URL links that don’t conform with the official narrative.

[See the 11th Edition of NewSpeak]

On the topic of clay, I’m gonna watch Ghost again before I pass out, and maybe sing “Unchained Melody” to myself as I weep uncontrollably before bed.

Time to brush up on my cuneiform…