After the past several days of having to take out the trash and spending time reflecting on the past, present, and the future, we have decided to make this our final rant. There will be no more because, quite honestly, we don’t see a need for it. To say we live in a world that is topsy turvy would be the understatement of the millennium. What is looked at as being good is trash talking, sucker punching, raping, killing, anything that comes to mind is considered “being cool”. Being good.
There are multiple websites and blogs out there that put out a lot of crap being regurgitated by others in the so-called “alternative” media and the mainstream media. all the while, these people with their websites and blogs are begging everyone for money.
That damn near to me sounds like a politician running for office. Beg for money, while they go take a nice cruise. How many people/blogs and websites can you give money to every month? By design, you are being forced to pick and choose what the truth is. Never mind what you think or feel, you are being told you must choose 1,2,3 or more of everyone out there.
One word to say about all this: ENOUGH. Our good friend Thomas Sheridan wrote a short post about this on Facebook today. In essence, it says there are specific criteria that one must adhere to be included in the fold of the alternative news community. Ladies and gentlemen, please pardon my language, but — FUCK THAT.
Just like our friend Thomas Sheridan, Miranda and I are just who we are. No more, no less. We are exactly who we say we are, we are exactly what we say we are, and we will be exactly who we say we will be. If there is anyone out there, from A to Z, and that includes YouTube commenters, anonymous posters, and Hemmingsons, by all means, at one of our seminars, just show up. Believe me, I can put your mind at ease. Or sleep — your choice.
If anyone out there is reading this and thinks “Wow, someone’s upset”, you’re right. Not just right, but damned right. We are sick and tired of people writing us asking “What should we do?”, “When do we ascend?”, “How long before our space brothers and sisters show up and save us?” Got news for you: You get one shot — and that’s to save yourself.
For years now, we have been saying the same thing, over and over and over – pull your heads out of your asses and learn to save yourselves.
As most of you have noticed (no, I really haven’t calmed down any), Miranda and I rarely, if ever, discuss our personal issues. We are constantly asked, but we always reply that our personal issues are just that – personal. But you know what? Being the fact that we have been, over the past week, bombarded with whining, crying, piss-poor excuses for humans, people who are not willing to fight for others or even for themselves – we’re going to talk about our personal selves just a little bit.
This is not being written for sympathy, as a bragging point, or actually anything. It’s just, frankly, being written as something that we would hope in at least some small way inspire someone. Not groups, but someONE.
To start off, straight up, our lives are a living hell. But no matter how bad our days are, we know there are others out there worse off than we. So let’s begin with Miranda. Several years ago, Miranda was rear ended in an automobile accident which nearly killed her. Did she give up? Did she lay down? Did she say give me crutches? Give me a wheelchair? No. She fought every minute of every day to put herself back to where she is.
Now let’s go back even farther into her past. Let’s relive a piece of shrapnel, entering her lower back and lodging against her spine. Which can not be surgically removed. Ya think that ain’t just a little bit painful? Just a little bit worrisome? I have seen her rise in the mornings with tears in her eyes from the pain. Does she allow the pain to stop her? No. Not once. Not one day. Do we even want to talk about the damage to joints, knees, to elbows, to her neck from the training and the jobs we were sent on? We’re a chiropractor’s wet dream.
Does any of this stop her from doing what she does – fighting for others every day, taking care of others ever day, being responsible for others every day? Not just no, but hell’s no. This is the woman I know. This is the woman I love and admire. The woman I respect.
And there is so much more that just need not be spoken of – pains, agonies, memories, nightmares, on and on, day after day.
Now on to me. We were never, and we mean ever going to talk about anything like this. Then we get multiple emails — yes, from the same individual, from multiple accounts (guys, you really need to learn to rotate your IP addresses) telling me that I needed to “man up”. Man up.
Man up? Let me tell you little boy real man wannabes something about manning up. I “man up” each and every time I stand up. If you believe what we have said about our pasts and what we go through in the present is bullshit, you are sadly mistaken. Try and put yourselves not only in my shoes, but Miranda’s shoes as well, with what we have had to endure physically from the time we were children.
Let’s begin with, oh, I don’t know, having all of our bones micro-fractured to build density? Let’s talk about having the right side of your spine crushed from neck to tailbone. Let’s talk about having bullets removed from underneath kneecaps and shoulders and faces. Man up? Really? Let’s talk about being told you will never have use of your arms again. And taking three years to be able to feed yourself. You want me to man up? How about you man up?
This bullshit of internet hoaxers, MK ULTRA wannabes, MILAB fakers, radio host bullshitters and liars, we have had enough of it. We are not part of the mainstream media. We are not part of the alternative media. We are straight up, stand up, ourselves. Take us or leave us. Like us or not. But by gods, you will respect us. We ask nothing, NOTHING from anyone. We have never begged for donations, we’ve never asked anyone for money, and that sets us apart. And there is a group out there of turds who are the exact opposite of what we are who have joined forces to do all they can do to quiet us.
Sorry BJs, no dice. You guys are playing a pair of deuces against our four aces. We have been lied about, slandered, crapped on, pissed on, and you know what? We’re still standing. And we’re standing above each and every one of you.
What has brought the anger out in this little blog post tonight? Well … emails we have received over the past couple of days, bullshit we have heard from want-to-be-famous radio hosts, so-called friends whining out their asses, and just bullshitters in general. Well here’s a little news flash for everybody out there: I was diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease today. I’ve known about it for over six months. You think that’s going to atop me? No. You think that’s even going to slow me down? Oh, hell’s no.
We have one final thing to say in this post. Stop bitching, stop whining, stop crying, stop looking for a savior, stop looking for aliens to save your asses, stop praying and giving yourselves over to so-called ascended masters, and stand up for your damn selves. You have one chance, one shot, and it’s over. I suggest you make it a good one.
I have one tiny bit of information that I was given today — that any of you out there who have any knowledge of this whatsoever will recognize, and that information is this: Azazel has been set free. It’s time to be afraid — very afraid. And it’s time to get off your knees and get ready to fight.