Lawyers Politicians and other Ecstatic Space Lizards

FEELINGS FROM POLITICAL WHOLEMEAL HUMAN BREAD…

(Woe-Woe-Woe Feelings…) (Snicker-Snicker)

From my memory of the community mind back in the 70’s 80’s & even 90’s many people in the western world still ‘FELT‘ they had reason to ‘FEEL’ they could usually trust their government or their religion or their ever faithful free-media to inform them of anything they ‘FELT’ they didn’t know mostly because big government & their religion used the free-media to convince them of it…

As-long as you weren’t one of those screwed over by either one of them it wasn’t too hard to ’FEEL’ that such ’FEELINGS’ of trust were based on a solid workaday perception of genuine honesty & reality that ’FELT’ right in the seat of your pants & therefore somehow obviously was right…

Then in the early 80’s came the ecstasy generation & every ten years after that another & then another & another again & all of them soon learned to trust their ‘FEELINGS’ although they were often too whacked out on MDMA ecstasy to remember the only reason many of their conclusions ‘FELT’ right was because they’d subconsciously learned to ‘FEEL’ instead of think…

Therefore just about anything could get past their minds via their ’FEELINGS’ if it was presented by media or political-priests or preachers drug-dealers gurus or coven-leaders with the same kind of warm reassuring glow that the presenters of play school or even the perps at ABC Learning Centres gave the little kiddies so they could shine & sparkle a little with the intensity of how they ‘FELT’ about the shine of the shill they were being spun & sparkled with…

The three ecstasy generations as-well as the ‘ICE’  (Crystal Methamphetamine) generation coming after have had extremely few faithful peers who at the time would or even could warn them that just because what they were told was given to them by someone presenting a warm fuzzy ‘FEELING’ meant to imply a genuine heartfelt truth that didn’t necessarily mean their perception of the true chemical indicators of how & why it somehow ‘FELT’ right was even remotely right after all…

Few of them were told there was malice in the chalice with the ecstasy from the palace & no-one told them the bigger picture with enough vivid repetitive detail to get past the ‘FEELING’ that everything was fine within enough time for the sandman to wake them so they’d realise they‘d been politically sleepwalking…

Some potential troublemakers ‘FELT’ a growing awareness they’d been deliberately seduced by the electronic media to gain a foothold on their ‘FEELINGS’ of trust but that was forgotten along with remembering for many seduction came in a thought they’d ‘FELT’ was right while watching television after ingesting an ecstasy pill or another similar illicit chemical substance other than the alcohol everyone used in moderation (sic) which although inclined to make one or all temporarily stupid also brought with-it the broad community knowledge that someone was talking nothing less than pure unadulterated complete shite because they made no sense sprouting the malt & barley blues kind of booze talk…

That communal knowledge of ‘FEELING’ someone was merely talking shite or spinning your mind to infinity & back because they were drunk was fairly reliable in the days of Pharaoh Ramses the Great or Alexander the Great or King Arthur the fairly great or Good (Great) King Fenceless (sic) or whoever it was getting legless at the feast of Stephen since if one of the common folk OR the nobles ‘FELT’ they were on a roll because the god Bacchus had mystically elevated their klakus with his wine some lord would always tell them to piss-off & sleep on-it…

Again that communal knowledge was literally gleaned from at-least six thousand years observing orgies inspired by drunken stupidity resulting in a ‘FEELING’ there was an excess of obvious community intellectual slothfulness & gross spin yet it also worked to keep some of the idiocy at bay because everyone learnt over an extended period of time & there was always someone able to say they ’FELT’ you were full of Middle Ages shite & (Were) talking out of your underpants jockstrap G-String or the hole in your chain mail & hair shirt that all good knights of the realm needed for human chivalric ablutions…

In these ecstasy days far too many people follow a religion loosely based on worshipping the angels of niceness under the priests of political correctness after their ‘FEELINGS’ were tampered with by the rampant kabala consciousness that snuck-in via the back door (Snicker-Snicker) while no-one was looking so now more people than you’d ever even realise have ‘FELT’ strongly at ease communing with the great god of private anal-stimulation under the politics of ecstasy…

That was how we were all compulsorily  converted to the state religion of ultimate infinite anal niceness (sic) & it’s on the historical record as being the same precise accurate methodology or occult science (Snicker) used back then to numb the mind of the masses by sensitising their bums & it explains how young people of today are still suckered into placing their ‘FEELINGS’ above what they actually understand their mind knows about what their heart understood & it’s resulted in little more than an existential orgy of what they ‘FELT’ their soul was ‘FEELING’ & it allows them to be led astray like lost sheep by politician media priest madman & ecstasy wholesaler alike in charge of the particular delusion they choose…

Thus they’re repeatedly spiritually clean bowled within all of the old intellectual & moral boundaries & placed in a position that would embarrass Emanuel Kant while he was doing a philosophical bender on the piss for months on end or even offend Voltaire while he perceived with his mind that what he ‘FELT’ he was experiencing having wild group sex with his wife’s lover‘s father-in-law & their neighbour’s toddler’s along with their guard dog Brutus was reality…

Reasonably recently it was reported that people who avoided all forms of ecstasy including a derivative combined with Viagra called sextasy had nonetheless all inexplicably experienced the same ‘FEELINGS’ leading them to think their hearts & minds were justified believing they lived in a reality built within a wonderful kind of mystical Disneyland where they ‘FELT’ a magic castle they called constitutional democracy existed in which if they were English even those who didn’t believe knew in their hearts that’s what King Arthur the fairly great was working on…

That was in the mythology or at least when everyone was watching & the cakes weren’t burning & if the myth hadn’t grown stale since primary school so anyway the Poms could all ‘FEEL’ glory in ‘FEELINGS’ gained from a belief they live in a constitutional monarchy or merely drink-up & join the Masons & the ISO & hide in the dark to avoid obvious Zionist conspiracies we’re told we ‘FEEL’ don’t exist…

That hidden culture of ecstasy is why us masses ‘FELT’ comfortable returning to feudalism but some fools will always think rationally on their own as individuals or simply get over their ‘FEELINGS’ of social & political dislocation & spiritual angst by never leaving the pub thus avoiding the danger of accidentally getting sober too often at-least during cheque week & thus they ‘FELT’ they’d experienced their right of choice or rights of informed choice were always guaranteed by their publican if their priest wasn’t available too often due to boy trouble…

Or if they just weren’t that religious they were or are guaranteed (sic) by the state media & the financial gods & the good angels & to some nimrods who were too smart for that such as those in the Pagan or Wicca religions the ‘FEELINGS’ they ‘FELT‘ made them sure they could always trust their belief in the god of journalists & left wing other earth spirits called Pan who allowed all naïve nincompoops to think they could trust the ‘FEELINGS’ their coven leaders gave them in the middle of a naked moon dance as long as they did so imbibing an illegal substance of their choice & pronounced it repetitively in mono-syllables…

During fool moons it’s rumoured if you were Irish or Lithuanian & a Pagan Wicca or Christian Jew you trust your positive ‘FEELINGS’ about things like democracy & magic castles in the air just as-long as you could keep the little-people at the end of the rainbow in a firm grip with one hand while the other gently cradled the family jewels or at least keep the fairies who lived in the little house down the bottom of the garden path within spitting distance if they appeared round midnight after a good draught of Guinness or 30 or a bottle of vodka or three…

That helped but it’s something which made it damn hard to spit straight but anyway everything would work out just fine so long as when (If) you woke the next morning you ‘FELT‘ a huge hangover & you promised Mother Mary & St Patrick the god of all Anal Virgins or if you were of Jewish peasant Lithuanian stock your dear old dead mother‘s ghost that you’d never do-it again…

Now my problem here which I’m sharing with you for the good of humanity & for the sake of the lawyers & the space-cadet industry is I’m obviously desperately sober & my arse & my head ‘FEEL’ like they hurt so I’ve lost the will to believe in democracy religion electronic media Ramses the Great OR the little people so fook the government & the media & the priests & their dead gods in dead-soul heavens & the demons in fiery hells & Lucifer in Paradise & Hades & by the way has anybody got any spare ecstasy please…

That’s because I‘m not drinking tonight & I‘m not really ‘FEELING‘ too well all things considered in the reality stakes & in addition to that the bloody manned Mars mission Chuck Bush announced has been renounced again & this time around it was Pixar-Animated due to get the overall contact while IBM Honda & General Dynamics will all have to settle for merely building the delivery vehicles & guidance systems for the use of the neutron bomb & also to build the next ecstatic World Government Leader of all other ecstatic World Government Leaders predestined already to becoming the ultimate walking talking anally attentive feudal robotic silicon dictator of the ecstatically stoned robotic survivors so may the God Hod & Yod of all world religions (sic) & all other saints whether living or dead please pray for us & preserve-us… (Snicker-Snicker)

ROBBY DANIEL… ® 2011

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About spacelizardlaw

Hmmm... Christ implied prophetical people like me get monuments built for them once they're dead so Ye-Hah & Whoopee & don't spare the embalming cream...
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