Breaking the Voting Psyop Addiction

Every election cycle offers up the same replay loop from hell. A globalist puppet mouths recycled platitudes while the crowd jumps up and down like mentally challenged “Price is Right” contestants. “Hope and Change,” “Make America Great Again,” “Build Back Better”- this time it’s going to be different. It’s worse than Lucy repeatedly pulling the football away from Charlie Brown at the last second. In the US voting hustle, after Charlie’s flat on his back, Lucy beats him over the head with a ball peen hammer. Yet people still vote.

Like Sam Bankman-Fried’s FTX crypto scheme, the Ukraine money laundering war, and the covid virus/mRNA bioweapon attack- voting is another scam in the Empire’s wealth transfer/population control playbook. Participating in this scam only enables the abuser. It’s like playing blackjack in a casino owned and operated by Goldman Sachs, and expecting to win the jackpot. Not only is the game rigged, but the buffet’s contaminated with salmonella, the hookers have crotch rot, the bartender waters down the drinks, and the floor show is Zelensky in drag playing the piano with his penis. Oh wait a minute, we’re really in that casino. And they chain-locked all the exits.

Over a decade ago the US Empire outsourced vote counting to companies like Diebold. Diebold is a multinational financial corporation with strong ties to the international banking cartels. They own the proprietary rights to the data inputted into their machines. That means no third-party audits. Putting global finance in charge of the voting machines and expecting an honest count is like making Ted Bundy the head counselor at a battered women’s shelter and hoping for positive growth and healing. Like Stalin said, “It’s not the people who vote that count, it’s the people who count the votes.”

The Diebold scam is justification enough to boycott the electoral process, but it gets worse. The Supreme Court’s Citizens United ruling allowed the unlimited flow of corporate money into elections. US politics have always been corrupt, but the oligarchy was never brazen enough to legalize bribery in full public view.

The old-school politician was happy to collect his brown paper bag of money from the local union boss or strip mall developer. However, he still needed to show up at Polish Kielbasa Day or the county fair to shake the people’s sweaty palms and kiss their sticky goo-covered babies. He even had to produce sometimes. Whether that meant writing a letter to get a voter’s kid into West Point, hooking up constituents with highway department jobs, or letting the mafia build the amusement park that had the Tilt-A-Whirl with missing bolts and a falsified safety inspection. Hey, better a kid spends the summer with his arm in a cast, than putting him in a dress and loading him up with monthly mRNA injections that start when he’s 6 months old.

Today’s “servants of the people” have zero accountability to their constituents. They answer only to the donor class, i.e., the MIC, multinationals, oligarchs, Wall Street, and the Zionist Lobby. The bills they introduce on the floor but never read are written by K Street corporate lobbyists. Politicians no longer need us. They certainly don’t fear us. So why vote? Whatever you think of Emma Goldman’s politics, she was right when she said, “If voting changed anything, they’d make it illegal.”

The treason alone is reason enough to boycott voting. Except for the US and a few of its flunky vassals, in what country in the world is it acceptable for a politician to get up on stage and proudly proclaim their undying and primary loyalty to a foreign nation? Yet each year “our” politicians stand under the AIPAC banner and pledge allegiance to Israel. Watching these slugs kiss the ring of the Red (late Sheldon Adelson) or Blue (Haim Saban) Israeli oligarch kingmaker provides an incredible spectacle of debasement.

Keep hoping that the next Knesset deliverer is going to bust you free from Pharaoh’s chains. Besides his billionaire tax cuts, Trump’s next greatest achievement in office was moving the US embassy from Tel Aviv to Jerusalem. At least he didn’t start any new wars. He only kept the old ones going. Ron DeSantis wants to make criticism of Israel a felony. Do you think his loyalty is to you, or his corporate overlords? Or that his fundamental policies differ from those of hell-zombie and dementia victim Joe Biden? No matter which zio-puppet sleeps in the White House, we’re going to continue making mud bricks without straw.

Trying to reform the corporate uniparty is like building a rattlesnake petting zoo. It can only end in disappointment and heartache. Sometimes the rot in a structure’s foundation is so terminal, all you can do is stand back and watch it collapse. That reality is hard to accept and is probably what keeps many voting.

If voting’s a scam, why do the globalists spend tens of billions of dollars on the election spectacle? It’s cheaper than throwing everyone in prison. It’s like Frank Zappa said: “The illusion of freedom will continue as long as it’s profitable to continue the illusion. At the point where the illusion becomes too expensive to maintain, they will just take down the scenery, they will pull back the curtains, they will move the tables and chairs out of the way and you will see the brick wall at the back of the theater.”

I hate to break it to you, but we live in an Orwellian dictatorship, or what political philosopher Sheldon Wolin called “inverted totalitarianism.” A good person to demonstrate that is the late Jeffrey Epstein. Epstein ran a teen sex blackmail ring for Mossad. His operation was the small portion of the crocodile’s head visible above the water. It’s what they allowed us to see. The mass of the beast lies below the surface. I’d surmise that Mossad’s sex tapes of Joe Biden would make Chester the Molester puke. But I digress.

Whatever Epstein’s crimes, he deserved his day in court. For the Deep State/Mossad to feel emboldened enough to enter Manhattan’s most secure jail while Epstein was under 24/7 video surveillance suicide watch and break his neck is amazing. That the FBI, the NYPD, the District Attorney, and the mainstream press, refused to even pretend to investigate the obvious assassination of an internationally known figure tells me that we are close to Frank Zappa’s prediction.

If they did that to Epstein, imagine what they’d do to one of us. Given the ruthlessness of the government, I’m happy to be an inconsequential slob. Rising to “threat level” in the eyes of the Deep State can result in a very bad hair day. McGruff the drug dog could sniff out the kilo of heroin hidden in your car. You could wind up the victim of one of those Seth Rich muggings where the assailant forgets to take your watch and wallet. You could wake up dead from “covid.” Even if everyone knew who was who and what was what, your police chief, mayor, and local crime-beat reporter wouldn’t dare lift their eyes from their smartphone screen. When those in power can kill anyone, anywhere, anytime, with zero consequences, you’re living in a cold-blooded dictatorship. But hey, keep voting.

Look at those poor Jan. 6 rubes who believed in Trump. Some got years in the fed for being naive enough to walk through the Capitol’s opened doors and take selfies. Ironically, I bet many were “support the blue” and “lock ‘em up and throw away the key” types. That’s all peach pie wonderful, until you’re the one who gets locked in the closet with Big Beaumont. It’s common practice to lock down two men 24/7 for months at a time in a cell the size of a bathroom. If that’s not “cruel and unusual punishment,” I don’t know what is. You can tell a lot about a society by the way it treats its prisoners.

Jan. 6 was a message. To me, it rang louder than “The Bells of St. Mary’s.” A lot of folks are still wearing earplugs.

What makes voting such a destructive psyop is that we’re in a never-ending election cycle. A lot of people exert much of their emotional energy on the Red vs. Blue puppet show. I think it would be psychologically healthier to accept that voting in a dictatorship is as much a waste of time as fitting Janet Yellen with a chastity belt. I understand why some cling to the “we live in a democracy” fantasy. Reality can be harsher than sandpaper underwear.

It’s possible I’m wrong about voting. Maybe if you close the curtain, recite the magic incantation, and pull the lever, then the voting booth turns into a “Back to the Future” time machine that transports you to 1958. Ward’s pulling out of the driveway in his shiny aqua-blue Chevrolet Bel Air, while June waves him off from the front porch. Wally and the Beaver are upstairs getting ready for school as The Chordettes’ “Lollipop” plays in the background. Make America Great Again- vote harder.

If you discount voting, then from my viewpoint, there are two possible ways out of this. The first is for space aliens to beam down that black monolith from Stanley Kubrick’s “2001: A Space Odyssey.” After rubbing it, we realize that steering humanity into a Fermi’s Paradox Great Filter so a small cabal of Davos psycho-hoarders can play God and own every grain of sand and molecule of water on planet Earth is a bad idea. After this brilliant cognition, we turn things around by getting on the path that leads the human race toward a Star Trek Kardashev Type II Civilization.

The second option is to wait for the Ponzi scheme to collapse. The Tyler Durden side of me would enjoy watching this thing burn to the ground. The John and Yoko “Give Peace a Chance” part of me recognizes that means incredible suffering and a huge loss of life. If you want to see what collapse looks like, take a gander at Ukraine. No heat or electricity in the winter. Food scarcity. Exploding shells. Surrounded by roving bands of Azov neo-Nazi psycho-killers. It’s not a ride for the faint of heart. What’s truly horrific is that slow incremental death by a thousand leeches could be worse.

It doesn’t matter what I want. The forces directing this are far bigger than me. I’m a Neo-wannabe floating helplessly in the protoplasmic currents of the Rothschild-Rockefeller Satanic Matrix. All I can do is heed the old convict proverb: “Do your number one day at a time.”

If collapse occurs during my lifetime, and assuming I still possess the mental and physical strength to deal with it, I’ll assess the situation and take the appropriate action. Run your program. Follow your code. What else can you do? Vote?