Next time someone mocks you for your interest in Synchromysticism, remind them the machines that control the entire world economy run on codes, symbolic language and pattern recognition.
BREAKING: Jack Ruby and Charles Manson may have been CIA assets used in the MKUltra mind control program, according to testimony before the House Oversight Committee.
From the cities to the suburbs to the countryside, I hear the people shout it out everywhere I go: "The Twenty-First Century sucks - how can we go back to the Eighties?"
Well, I'm here to tell you that there's no better way to go back to that glorious decade of Peak America than with music.
Pop music was everywhere you went back then, blasting from radios, car stereos, and storefronts. The Eighties were truly a better time, a younger time, a more hopeful and creative time, and the music was a huge part of that.
So as a public service, I've carefully curated these playlists in order to help you escape from this worthless century and its submoronic/trash pop culture. They're just the ticket for your Memorial Day cookouts, beach parties or roadtrips.
Crank up the tunes, dudes and dudettes, and feel the oppression, enervation, mental sickness, and a total lack of creativity of 2026 melt away like a soft pat of butter on hot asphalt.
No need to thank me - your joy will be repayment enough.
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I see Jack Ruby and MKULTRA were in the news this week. I'm taking that as a sign I'm on the right track with this investigation.
Watch until the end and you'll see what I mean.
Kyoto Tachibana, a band made up almost entirely of girls, shines as one of the finest musical ensembles to have visited the United Statesโcelebrated not just for their outstanding performances but also for their impressive discipline.
From the cities to the suburbs to the countryside, I hear the people shout it out everywhere I go: "The Twenty-First Century sucks - how can we go back to the Eighties?"
Well, I'm here to tell you that there's no better way to go back to that glorious decade of Peak America than with music.
Pop music was everywhere you went back then, blasting from radios, car stereos, and storefronts. The Eighties were truly a better time, a younger time, a more hopeful and creative time, and the music was a huge part of that.
So as a public service, I've carefully curated these playlists in order to help you escape from this worthless century and its submoronic/trash pop culture. They're just the ticket for your Memorial Day cookouts, beach parties or roadtrips.
Crank up the tunes, dudes and dudettes, and feel the oppression, enervation, mental sickness, and a total lack of creativity of 2026 melt away like a soft pat of butter on hot asphalt.
No need to thank me - your joy will be repayment enough.
See comments.
OK, here's the deal: the thing that always turned me off about Christopher Nolan's work is all the violent homoeroticism and BD/SM embedded in it from the jump.
Memento, Insomnia and The Prestige are sociopathic courtship narratives in which murder is the ultimate Tantric climax. His Batman movies are all gay sadomasochistic love stories, where Batman's beaus use mass murder to entice and seduce.
Most of his leading ladies exude strong masculine energy, and their relationships with their male counterparts are usually undergirded with gender antagonism. The rest are ciphers -- the real relationships are between men.
Nolan is an extremely talented filmmaker - probably the best of his generation - but violence, cruelty and masochism always seem to be conjoined with sex throughout all his pictures. It's hard to unsee.
So I'm neither shocked nor particularly interested in Nolan's lapse into intersectional wokeness and race communism. It's not because of social or financial pressure: it's an inevitable progression, in my opinion. It's where he's been headed all along. He now has the power to be open about it.
It's like the Wachowski whatevers; I sniffed out the Marxist queer theory in the first Matrix. Of course, I saw Bound first...