I heard this story a long time ago, growing up in Choctaw County in Oklahoma before my family moved to Texas. A tribal elder was telling his grandson about the battle the old man was waging within himself. He said, “It is between two wolves, my son. One is an evil wolf: anger, envy, sorrow, greed, self-pity, guilt, resentment, lies, false pride, superiority and ego. The other is the good wolf: joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith.”
The boy took this in for a few minutes and then asked his grandfather, “Which wolf won?”
The old Cherokee replied simply, “The one I feed.”
Vanity Fair writer Alex Shoumatoff got himself arrested for crashing Bohemian Grove, a private men’s club in northern California for the upper echelon of the rich and powerful. He was there to spy on the three-week camp they hold every July, where said rich and powerful relax while living in tents in their private woods.
It’s been a long time since a mainstream journalist successfully infiltrated the notorious Bohemian Grove: About twenty years in fact. We do have a non-mainstream celebrity with Bohemian boasting rights: Shrieky controlled opposition shill Alex Jones got into the Grove a few years ago, but I’m pretty certain they let him in on purpose because he came home with some miraculously unconfiscated video footage. Jones turned that footage into a dark movie in which he made Bohemian Grove out to be much more creepy and dangerous than it probably is in real life, and by that I mean BOOGA BOOGA BOOGA! Child Sacrifices to SEMITIC gods!!! Oh NOES!!! kind of creepy.
Whatever. Tinfoil hattery is an exhausting business and it takes a near psychic to be able to separate the wheat from the chaff. Alex Jones’ job is to freak out and inflame the already suspicious anti-New World Order Christian patriots into blaming and fearing “da Jooz,” the Neocons and the Zionists while distracting them from the REAL Powers: Certain Euro-royals and Jesuits who pay the Armageddon Bringers to be their front men. These hyper-billionaires are so rich that you’ve never heard of them, and apparently some of them have strange ideas about what makes for a good party.
In short: The Bohemian Grove Conspiracy is one of hundreds of sensationalized diversions meant to bleed people’s energies vampire-style, so that truthseekers have neither the time nor the inclination to see the membership for what it is: A bunch of rich sociopaths doing whatever it takes to control the world, period. Greed is banal: It knows no religion, no spirituality, no magic, but the Power Elite will cynically use them all as means to an end. It knows no limits, fiscal, sexual or otherwise. Rules are for the little people.
Anyway, here’s a good offering for the next Trivial Pursuit game: Harry Shearer’s 2002 movie “The Teddybears’ Picnic” is a parody of the Bohemian Grove conspiracies.
So what is Bohemian Grove, anyway? The truth is more ridiculous than the fiction: It is summer camp for rich and powerful men indulging their suppressed homoerotic urges. Think Burning Man or Robert Bly’s “man camp,” only with spandex, glitter and show tunes, and “gin fizzies” served as early as 7 a.m. These captains of industry spend the whole weekend drunk off their asses, singing and dancing and doing skits, often in drag. One of their hallowed traditions is walking around with their weenies hanging out, peeing on anything and everything they feel like peeing on, and passing out drunk in the bushes. Sounds like fun, huh? Richard Nixon called Bohemian Grove “the most faggy goddamn thing you could ever imagine.” Not that there’s anything wrong with that. For what it’s worth, during my time in Hollyweird I learned that porn stars, both male and female, moonlighted as “valets” at Bohemian Grove. Make of that what you will.
One of many pagan-styled events being a big bonfire “Cremation of Care” ritual in front of huge stone owl. Supposedly this means the Grove members are Satan worshippers, at least to members of the pearl-clutching Churchianity sects. Being an armchair occultist and occasional pagan reveler myself I know Cremation of Care is likely a dramatic (and harmless , unless one of them accidentally sets his robe on fire) opening event during which the members symbolically unburden themselves of the cares of the world so that they may better enjoy the rest of their vacations.
This latest infiltration was by another Alex, one Mr. Shoumatoff from Vanity Fair. Unfortunately he did such a crappy job of it he didn’t make it past the first checkpoint. Maybe the next guy will be more successful, but honestly: We have La Cage aux Folles. We don’t need to see film footage of our past presidents peeing on trees while in drag. Or . . . do we?
Remember that when the government comes calling. If they say they want to help and they only offer you $290 billion or some bullcrap number like that, you stand proud and tell the government, “I didn’t work my ass off behaving so irresponsibly as to bring our nation’s economy to the brink of disaster just so you could call me a slut!” The government will apologize and it will let you know how much you mean to it by offering you another $10 billion. “You’re worth it,” the government will say, brushing a tear from your cheek. “You’ve always been worth that much to me.”
Shopping for labels, shopping for love
Manolo and Louis, it’s all I’m thinking of
Shopping for labels, shopping for love
1, 2
Manolo and Louis, it’s all I’m thinking of
1, 2, 3 Turn the lights on.
I already know what my addiction is
I be looking for labels, I ain’t looking for love
I shop for purses while love walks out the door
Don’t cry, buy a bag and get over it
And, I’m not concerned with all the politics
It’s a lot of men I know I could find another.
What I know is that I’m always happy when I walk out the store, store
I’m guessing Supercalifragi-sexy, nothing to be playing with
I love him, hate him, kiss him, diss him, tryna to walk a mile in my kicks
[Chorus]
Love’s like a runway but which one do I love more?
No emotional baggage, just big bags filled with Dior
Love’s like a runway, so what’s all the fussing for?
Let’s stop chasing them boys and shop some more.
1, 2, 1, 2, 3, Turn the lights on.
I know I might come off as negative
I be looking for labels, I ain’t looking for love
Relationships are often so hard to tame
A Prada dress has never broken my heart before
And, ballin’s something that I’m fed up with
I’mma do the damn thing, watch me do the damn thing
Cause I know that my credit card will help me put out the flames
I’m guessing Supercalifragi-sexy, nothing to be playing with
I love him, hate him, kiss him, diss him, tryna to walk a mile in my kicks
Gucci, Fendi, Prada purses, purchasing them finer things
Men they come a dime a dozen, just give me them diamond rings
I’m into a lot of bling, Cadillac, Chanel and Coach
Fellas boast but they can’t really handle my female approach
Buying things is hard to say
Rocking Christian Audigier, Manolo, Polo, taking photos in my Cartier
So we can’t go all the way, I know you might hate it but
I’m a shop for labels while them ladies lay and wait for love
[Chorus]
Love’s like a runway but which one do I love more?
No emotional baggage, just big bags filled with Dior
Love’s like a runway, so what’s all the fussing for?
Let’s stop chasing them boys and shop some more.
1, 2, 1, 2, 3, Turn the lights on.
Shopping for labels, shopping for love
Manolo and Louis, it’s all I’m thinking of
Shopping for labels, shopping for love
1, 2
Manolo and Louis, it’s all I’m thinking of
1, 2, 3 Turn the lights on.
One would think that if the Hedonistic Pleasureseeker were a Muppet she would be Miss Piggy, yes? But one would be oh so wrong.
Surely she has her bitchy and grand Miss Piggy moments, having pretty much nailed the seventh and most deadly sin VANITY. However, depending on the time of the month she is also a female version of either Gonzo or Beaker: Adorably weird and introspective, or a babbling freakout mess, usually over world events she can do absolutely nothing about.
The coming demise of the American economy via the debauching of our dollar currency (see: HYPERINFLATION and STAGFLATION) will soon provide the Hedonistic Pleasureseeker plenty of nothing for which to express much ado. It will take a freaking miracle to save us now. Perhaps instead of Blogging the Apocalypse the Hedonistic Pleasureseeker would be better off with a martini and a mild sedative?
By Lisa Boone, Los Angeles Times Staff Writer
June 12, 2008
PAT MARFISI carries bales of alfalfa hay and straw into the center aisle of his Hollywood Hills vegetable garden and begins tearing off pieces of the stuff. He doesn’t have any animals to feed, just his “no-dig” landscape: raised beds using lasagna-like layers of fodder, bone and blood meal and compost — and remarkably little water.
Now that Gov. Arnold Schwarzenegger has declared a statewide drought, Marfisi’s 300-square-foot patch seems more relevant than ever. It’s his personal horticultural laboratory for a low-water, sustainable technique he learned working on organic farms in Australia last year.
Since he began gardening in this fashion, he says, he has been “inundated” with food. With the exception of some recent losses to raccoons drawn to the soil’s abundant grubs and earthworms, Marfisi’s garden is thriving with beets, collard greens, chard, celery, tomatoes, chives, peppers, basil, chives, lettuces and leeks. He estimates he grows enough food to feed three people daily.
When asked how much he waters, Marfisi shoves his hand deep beside some Swiss chard and pulls out moist, decomposed soil laced with remnants of straw. “I haven’t watered in 10 days,” he says. “This is what I want people to know: You can have beauty and abundance without a lot of water.”
I’ll find a place at which to show these off by summer’s end Jeweled mules by Giuseppe Zannoti, the last pair in the boutique, grabbed for 75% off their scary-prohibitive retail!
“Words are all we have, really. We have thoughts, but thoughts are fluid. And then we assign a word to a thought, and then we’re stuck with a word for that thought, so be careful with words.”
- George Carlin
Sepinwall on TV: George Carlin, 1937-2008: A man of many words
by Alan Sepinwall/The Star-Ledger
Monday June 23, 2008, 2:36 PM
Twelve hours after comedian George Carlin died Sunday of heart failure in a Los Angeles hospital, a Google search of recently-updated pages to feature the phrases “George Carlin” and “passed away” drew more than 6,000 hits. If there’s an afterlife and Carlin is up there looking down at us, he’d be . . . well, first, he’d be surprised . . .
Or, maybe I do get it. I’m lonely, DUH. My schizoid tendencies, combined with a heavy college course load, make the Hedonistic Pleasureseeker a dull, dull, DULL girl. It’s summer and I have nobody to play with. My sex life is sporadic at best and my love life is nonexistent. By choice, mind you. By choice. I think. Maybe not. I’m confused.
I’ve put myself back on the Wellbutrin to kick my initiative in the pants. I REALLY don’t want to experience the adverse side effects of Zoloft again, and so long as I’m not thinking about offing myself I don’t believe I need to. There are other things I want to try first, such as aerobic exercise, and wake therapy, both of which have been proven to have a positive effect on mood.
I have so much school work that Wake Therapy is going to come in handy. It’s 4:00 am, so I might as begin now.
Atlanta, GA 6/19/2008 11:22 PM GMT (TransWorldNews)
“Operation Malicious Mortgage”, a sting by the Justice Department, arrested and charged more than 400 people, including 50 the previous day, for mortgage fraud on Thursday.
The operation initiative involves 144 cases and 406 defendants across the country, according to the Department of Justice report Thursday.
“Operation Malicious Mortgage”, a three-month sting operation relating to cases of mortgage fraud, helped to arrest 406 people who collectively cost victims an estimated $1 billion.
SAN FRANCISCO (MarketWatch) — A network of lenders, brokers and opaque financing vehicles outside traditional banking that ballooned during the bull market now is under siege as regulators threaten a crackdown on the so-called shadow banking system.
June 19 (Bloomberg) — The private banking unit of UBS AG, the Swiss bank, engaged in a variety of schemes to help wealthy U.S. clients conceal $20 billion in assets and evade income tax laws, an ex-banker said today in pleading guilty to conspiracy.
Bradley Birkenfeld, 43, and his UBS colleagues helped wealthy Americans hide money by telling them to put cash and jewelry in Swiss safety deposit boxes, buy artwork and jewels using offshore accounts, and set up accounts in the names of others, he admitted in federal court in Fort Lauderdale, Florida.
Birkenfeld is helping a Justice Department probe of Zurich- based UBS, and said the practices he described are common among his former colleagues. Birkenfeld said UBS helped wealthy Americans evade taxes even after signing a 2001 agreement that required it to identify account holders and their income to U.S. tax authorities. He said many clients refused to disclose their assets because it would defeat the purpose of banking with UBS - - evading taxes.
June 19 (Bloomberg) — Former Bear Stearns Cos. hedge fund managers Ralph Cioffi and Matthew Tannin were indicted for mail fraud and conspiracy in the first prosecution stemming from a federal investigation of last year’s mortgage-market collapse.
The two men were charged with misleading investors about the health of two Bear Stearns hedge funds whose implosion ignited the subprime mortgage crisis. Cioffi was also charged with insider trading in the indictment, which cites a series of e-mails between the two men. They both face as much as 20 years in prison if convicted of conspiracy, and Cioffi faces an additional 20-year term if found guilty of insider trading.
I’m excited because I found American flags at Target that were actually made in America. WHOOPIE! So I bought one.
I might have a Fourth of July party, if for no other reason than to inspire myself to 1) finally clean this damn house; 2) show off the fact that I CAN, in fact, grill, and 3) feature my new favorite dessert, which happens to be red, white and blue.
It’s not “just” vanilla pudding with berries: This is an ALL organic venture with real sugar, cream and vanilla and OMG you can taste the difference. This is die-and-go-to-heaven good, and this is how you do it.
Vanilla Pudding
1/3 cup sugar
3 Tablespoons cornstarch
¼ teaspoon salt
2½ cups half and half (I use cream)
1½ teaspoons vanilla extract
vanilla bean if you can find it
Mix sugar, cornstarch and salt; granually blend in milk. Cook over medium heat, stirring constantly, till mixture thickens. Cook 2 or 3 minutes more. Add vanilla and powdered vanilla bean. Pour in SMALL dessert glasses. Remember, this stuff is RICH.
Berry Sauce
1 cup Blueberries
1 cup Raspberries
1 cup Strawberries
1/2 cup sugar
Mix berries and sugar and let sit for an hour or two. The sugar will break down the berries into a sauce. Pour berry sauce over the pudding. Chill. Garnish with real whipped cream and extra berries to make it extra-special.
Come on Ireland, vote. I’ve got BEER RIDING ON THIS.
NO TO THE LISBON TREATY!
(PLEASE)
Come on Bush/Clinton Criminal Cabal: I see you’re selling EXXON and you’re going the fuck DOWN, please hurry up. I hear your personal mercenaries and fellow Nazi war criminals calling you from Paraguay.
BUH BYE!!!!!
Meanwhile, on the other side of the globe . . .
Former Forbes correspondent Benjamin Fulford is talking to the public about
St. Anthony is the patron saint of lost and stolen things.
And the poor of the world.
St. Anthony of Padua was born in
LISBON
and . . .
Tomorrow Bush meets with the Pope.
So many things coming together all at once.
Are these disparate events,
OR
are ALL THINGS CONNECTED?
Well, you know the stance of the Hedonistic Pleasureseeker:
Nothing happens by accident.
(Activists of the anti-globalisation organisation Attac swim to a boat with demonstrators dressed as French President Nicolas Sarkozy, German Chancellor Angela Merkel and US President George W. Bush, from left, as they symbolically liberate the world in the Baltic Sea in Rostock, Germany, Monday, June 4, 2007)
LONDON, 10th June 2008: If the Editor were to publish what we know, and is known, about the global tensions raging behind the scenes right now, the keyboard would overheat, the screen might glow, and the Editor might risk self-vaporisation. Reports of the self-appointed, arrogant globalist claque falling out at its annual Bilderberg meeting, as occurred in 2007, of ongoing bitter arguments and position-taking inside the Federal Reserve’s structures, of associates of highest-level trustees being abruptly conveyed to safe houses for their own safety, of World Court/ICJ immunities ceasing to apply, and of some of the most notorious criminalists holding high office quivvering at long last in their boots, would fill many column inches, or feet, of this service.
Democratic President John F. Kennedy - April 27, 1961
“For we are opposed around the world by a monolithic and ruthless conspiracy that relies primarily on covert means for expanding its sphere of influence–on infiltration instead of invasion, on subversion instead of elections, on intimidation instead of free choice, on guerrillas by night instead of armies by day. It is a system which has conscripted vast human and material resources into the building of a tightly knit, highly efficient machine that combines military, diplomatic, intelligence, economic, scientific and political operations. Its preparations are concealed, not published. Its mistakes are buried, not headlined. Its dissenters are silenced, not praised. No expenditure is questioned, no rumor is printed, no secret is revealed. It conducts the Cold War, in short, with a war-time discipline no democracy would ever hope or wish to match.”
I post the Temptations’ “Ball of Confusion” in light of the posting of the attendee list of the most recent Bilderberg Group meeting that took place in in Chantilly, VA last week. Note the conspicuous absence of ASIA on this list.
What does it mean? Well for starters, the Bilderbergers are a Euro-centric power elite who only just started playing nice with Japan. China was never really a part of this cabal, except in the colonial sense in certain big cities were the Rockefellers have banks.
Still, my gut tells me that a huge silent war rages between the Euro-Elites of the West and China, which is why I mention it. This was a last minute “Death Throes of the Beast” panic meeting, during which the Group FINALLY gave up on the Clinton Machine and accepted the ascension of the Obamamaniac faction led by Trilateralist Zbigniew Brzezinski. The question of the restoration trillions of stolen offshore dollars loomed overhead. High tension and infighting were reported. Every G8 country stands to lose, big time, if the Bilderbergers’ treasonous activities go public, so I can only imagine it was an unhappy few days of mutual blackmail and a changing of the Globalist Guard.
If a silent war indeed rages, and if I were a betting person, I’d be putting put my money on China right now. The last post at Global Reports supports my gut feelings, although I am MOST annoyed that the Evildoers may sail off into the sunset with trillion dollar retirement funds and immunity from prosecution. Please, G8: Say it isn’t so! Stay tuned.
Ball of Confusion
by The Temptations
Eddie:
People moving out, people moving in. Why, because of the color of their skin.
Run, run, run but you sure can’t hide. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.
Vote for me and I’ll set you free. Rap on, brother, rap on.
Dennis:
Well, the only person talking about love thy brother is the…(preacher.)
And it seems nobody’s interested in learning but the…(teacher.)
Segregation, determination, demonstration, integration, Aggravation, humiliation, obligation to our nation.
Ball of confusion. Oh yeah, that’s what the world is today. Woo, hey, hey.
Paul:
The sale of pills are at an all time high.
Young folks walking round with their heads in the sky.
The cities ablaze in the summer time.
And oh, the beat goes on.
Dennis:
Evolution, revolution, gun control, sound of soul.
Shooting rockets to the moon, kids growing up too soon.
Politicians say more taxes will solve everything.
Melvin:
And the band played on.
So, round and around and around we go.
Where the world’s headed, nobody knows.
[Instrumental]
Oh, great googalooga, can’t you hear me talking to you.
Just a ball of confusion.
Oh yeah, that’s what the world is today.
Woo, hey, hey.
Eddie:
Fear in the air, tension everywhere.
Unemployment rising fast, the Beatles new record’s a gas.
Dennis:
And the only safe place to live is on an Indian reservation.
Melvin:
And the band played on.
Eve of destruction, tax deduction, city inspectors, bill collectors,
Mod clothes in demand, population out of hand, suicide, too many bills,
Hippies moving to the hills. People all over the world are shouting, ‘End the war.’
Melvin:
And the band played on.
[Instrumental]
Great googalooga, can’t you hear me talking to you.
Sayin’… ball of confusion.
That’s what the world is today, hey, hey.
Let me hear ya, let me hear ya, let me hear ya.
Sayin’… ball of confusion.
That’s what the world is today, hey, hey.
Let me hear ya, let me hear ya, let me hear ya, let me hear ya, let me hear ya.
Sayin’… ball of confusion.
In short: The Bohemian Grove Conspiracy is one of hundreds of sensationalized diversions meant to bleed people’s energies vampire-style, so that truthseekers have neither the time nor the inclination to see the membership for what it is: 
This 
Surely she has her bitchy and grand Miss Piggy moments, having pretty much nailed the seventh and most deadly sin VANITY. However, depending on the time of the month she is also a female version of either Gonzo or Beaker: Adorably weird and introspective, or a babbling freakout mess, usually over world events she can do absolutely nothing about.
Jeweled mules by Giuseppe Zannoti, the last pair in the boutique, grabbed for 75% off their scary-prohibitive retail!
