MEDIOCRE & MEATY-OGRE too!

how the globalist weenie goons & their progeny are absolutely ORDINARY

“Zey” are indeed Meaty Ogres! — 80% lean, mean art by my youngest gal….

First, a little note:

Happy New Year one an' all! 

While shaken-not-stirred storms loom, skies darken, an' jack boots are poised ta stomp… each day we human beans attempt ta live our ever-lovin' lives as humans, seekin' out happiness where we kin git it (be it appreciatin' a good turn of the fiddle or turnin' a fine fish fryin' on the griddle!) an' attemptin'—best as we kin—ta figger out how ta survive AND thrive in this new "ab"normal nightmare they'ze tryin' ta foist on us. 

In the name of "figgerin' out" thrivin’ an’ survivin’—I been thinkin' lots about the rotten eggs in charge—the fool "yolk-culls" who wanna lord it over us—an’ I had a bit’ve an epiphany tho’ the conclusion is simple, elegant even.

It’s SOOOOOOooo easy ta be cowed when we cain’t see the face(s) of the unknown forces workin’ hard against us—right? We know they inhabit “chat-toes” an’ palaces, fully equipped underground bunkers an’ they fly with private pilots. WE don’t live like that, not close. But after ponderin’ BEYOND the drawn velvet curtains that keep us undesirables OUT, beyond the paid jobs that’r doin’ us dirty—I saw that there, in spendy undies, are very rich but not very exceptional humans AND thus:

The champagne-sippin,’ stiletto-heeled, leather-clad vegans (!) that most improbably but quite uncannily ingest human flesh* an’ who plan ta hit the delete key on our lives (tee hee) just for kicks, an' convert our phased / tased / razed remains inta self-assemblin' trans-human slave dust, ready ta serve at their beck an' call not ta mention soul-minin’ our sacred energy—are ORDINARY. MUNDANE. MEDIOCRE. BORING. MERE MORTALS an’… LESSER BEINGS THEMSELVES. Lesser for lack of hearts, souls, feelin’s, and the spark of creativity that inspires us “plebes."

*ogres seem ta have cannibalistic tendencies…fee fi fo fum

SO WHO ARE THEY REALLY?
“THEY” poised in the catbird seat ready to pounce?

WE FORMER “NightClubbers” USED’TA CALL ‘EM… EUROTRASH!

They may be drunk — with power an’ other “spirits”— but:
”THEY” are not EXCEPTIONAL. They represent the WORST, not the best, of the WEST…

Yup, that’s Steve Rubell at Studio 54, but whom did he host? Eurotrash! Nightly!

An’ don’t git me wrong—I LOVE Europe (as it wuz at least…) but today’s Eurotrash Globalists (no matter how deep or shallow-ish their Gucci-monogrammed pockets) are just as drugged up, drunk, an’ tacky as they wuz in the 1990s an’ even prior. These were folks that got the VIP tables and their own roped off area on the dance floor—but we saw “who” they were THEN, dubbed ‘em “Eurotrash” (at least year in New Yawk) an’ INSTINCTIVELY (in stink tubly) felt revulsion. May those proper instincts return!

Most hail from the Old World but even the few Yankee Elites (an oxyMORON!) fit this dubious description by emulatin’ the unfortunate habits of such cosmopolitan “creatures of the night.” Be they trash? Oui. Mostly from “ol’ money an’ ol’ famblies in Europe” restin’ on their laurels…an’ titles? Si!

Once it hit me that these folks, who ironically call us human "meat sacks" — ain’t nothin’ but hamburger themselves—cheap meat with a lotta gristle whut besides, I suddenly felt a PASSEL better!
Say it loud: EUROTRASH, git outta here!

Eurotrash Salad! (knock knock, look whoze there!) I ain’t sayin’ if “all invited guests” (cough cough) fit the bill but MEDIOCRE CHEAP MEAT of the MEATY OGRES sez it all!

In the pre-EUROTRASH daze…

For perspective…. I do believe it wuz different once—QUITE some time ago. Take fer example the likes of uber globalists H.G. Wells, the Huxleys, George Bernard Shaw, an’ a fav-o-rite writer ’ve mine who sadly wuz also of Fabian mien: Edith Nesbitt. THESE were indeed exceptional individuals, not ordinary, in theory a force ta be reckoned with.

Sure they may have been, as thinkers, ruthless eugenicists an’ doubly “Dar-whinny’in,” loudly brayin’ when it came to bein’ more “fit” to survive than those “NOT OF THEIR ILK,” BUT they wuz impressive! Smart, well-mannered, articulate, charmin’, incredibly well educated, oft-talented, an’ hard-workin’! Among them we find scholars, linguists, “theorists,” an’ genuinely good writers. Ta speak truth, these kinda folks wuz a mite intimidatin’—but today’s elite couldn’t hold a candle (‘er even a lousy Bic lighter) to these past VIPs now protected by body guards an’ velvet ropes.

TODAY, far as I kin see, NOBODY OF THEIR ILK REMAINS. Only the dregs (whuther they sniff the cork ‘r not.) These folks ain’t individuals of greatness, why they ain’t even armchair philosophers.

James Thurber—a GREAT amchair philosopher (in an armchair, natch)

“Their” descent inta full cesspool MEDIA-CRUDDY has been a good half century long—mebbe longer! Society page photos in the 21stC look notta lot different from those of decades past but those of decades WAY past (mid-century an’ prior) look SIGNIFICANTLY DIFFERENT.

The Memoir Club (Vanessa Bell, 1943)

VERSUS

Young Global “Leader” Macron an’ his “Wife” meet Scholars in the “Salon”

Ok, mebbe I exaggerate a mite but today, EVEN the more elegant elites REEK of somethin’ rotten’ kinda like Dorian Gray, fleetin’ly purdy on the outside but festerin’ like a bunch’a Fleurs du Mal inside….

Like Dorian, “they” may have inherited fleetin’ fine looks but they (an’ their minions) also lack exceptional talents, are predominantly devoid of motivation ta work hard, an’ fore long lose heart, humanity, AND thus end up appearin’ like the wasted, “spent” frights they are inside—very Félicien Rops if ya ask me! Witness 2 by Rops below:

racoon eyes even then…

the Absinthe Drinker…

WHO among the Cabal are worth their salt today? WHO would make it on a list of brilliant authors, scientists, ahrtists, historians? NO ONE.

Today, sure, they drive Lamborghinis an’ wear Philippe Patek watches an’ think they’ze sum’buddies with snoot-fulls of “snooty” attitude (cut in costly lines on cheap mirrors!), but in truth: they are absolute NO’BODIES (an’ certainly no buddies of our’n).
Mediocre as kin be, media-ogres purhaps, an’ meaty ogres…sure:

Horrifically ogres EAT babies—above, a prescient “fairy tale” illustration by the GREAT Gustave Doré which looks WAY too much like dark reality…

“THEY” who hold the power an’ the purse strings may give orders to the “These are Jobs folks” — to the brainiac-zombie programmers an’ to the herd-cullin’ tech these stemmies produce—but they, they themselves, produce NOTHING.
They are NOT MUCH MORE THAN SHOW ROOM DUMMIES!

DOES THIS NOT MAKE Y’ALL FEEL LOTS BETTER TA REALLY THINK ABOUT THEM WEENIES THAT WAY?

THEM WEENIES an’ their offal “Sausage Parties?”

THE ILLUMINATI GLOBALISTS ARE TOTAL WEENIES! PART 1 (of 3)

Woiks fer me! in terms of bein’ able—now—to think’ve them as just bein’ MEDIOCRE an’ Eurotrash…ugly as it may sound.

The elite of the "illume-ined" crudities (Black Nobility or slightly lower on the food chain…) may sip decadent Daiquiries at Davos, booze up at Bilderberg, indulge in Chateau LaFitte Chasers meetin’ with the Commit-Tea of 300 while ogglin' purdy "young things" (aka minors) fer sale, salivatin' at wiggly plates of force-fed ortolans while countin' their heaps of gold, diamonds an' other "ass-ettes"…either "in poison" or in the private rooms a' "vaults" of chat-toes where all is wink-wink, hush hush but recorded by hidden video tech BUT they are little more than empty shells, fillin’ up gross urges ta MASK their MEDIOCRITY an’ MEATY OGRE-ty. Cuz yes, I think they all are outwardly “satanic & orgy-fied” cuz what’s inside is a hollow void, a heart of ice like The Snow Queen!

Exceptional tho’? Not.
Who here-below has invented, created, stunned or rocked the world with something swell?

They may be TAKING DOWN OUR WORLD at “warp speed” an’ (frankly) RUINING IT but they are NOT folks to idolize or look up to (even apart from our awareness of their “crimes” current an’ in the hopper). An’ mebbe if we see them as the trash they are we’ll find it easier to make ‘em disappear—perhaps inta the yellow-fever ether of their Jack The Ripper docks at midnight, noddin’ off inta forever-oblivian in them opium dens.

Like Vater like DAW-ter—multi-lingual bores (note Dr Evil’s masonic hands)

They ain't buildin' back "better"—we know that.  They claim to OWN US (we, who ain't allowed ta own bupkiss an' are supposed ta be heppy with that…).
But WHAT GREATNESS can they OWN as theirs? WHAT GREATNESS can they CLAIM?  Achievements? (Mass killin' an' cullin' an’ dystopian dreams of destruction do NOT count—an’ that about sums up the WEF).

NOTHING COMPARES TO YOU….(?!)

Rothschild scion’s stellar accomplishments: has taken lotsa vacations includin’ to the Poles (where Yeti’s dwell an’ all our seeds are stored in case’ve apocalypse), dresses like “The Dude” despite bein’ rich, sports trendy facial hair, uses recycled bottles as a BOAT…

So folks, I ain’t talkin' (here) 'bout teasin' out this or that son or daughter of the Illuminatti vs members of them 13 famblies of the Black Nobility… 'er even of those a few or a lotta steps down on the totem pole—like them Rocky-fellers, Wrath-Childs, Gates (of Hell) family et al cuz they all fit in the same reserved train car on The Orient Express, they all pay homage ta the same Sanctuary of Satan (literally or even just via tithes). All the same “ilk” so…

Nope, I'm a' gonna lump 'em all together like one mungo Salisbury Steak ta make the GRAND CLAIM that singly or individually they are ALL patently MEDIOCRE—i.e. they are NOT the gifted, the talented, or even the brilliant—they are truly  MEATY-OGRES of the world.

Mistah Jab ‘em in the Arm with his notable “fambly of scholars:” note that this Not-An-Inventor Bill GATES-of-Hell STOLE EVERYTHING FROM WOZNIAK + JOBS

So yup, they may call us human "meat sacks" (dee-skustin' !) but truly it's THEM that are simply the sausages ("weenies" as I call 'em) stuffed with fat, foie gras, sawdust ("smartdust" as it were) an' frankly lackluster even when served properly "plated"—YUCK. They seem ta be bland, blasé, lackin' the spice of life!   However "dressed up" they are when "served," however "showy" their bespoke snausage casings (i.e. ugly “designer clothin’ “), they simply SUCK EGGS. 

WE HUMAN  BEANS achieve literal MARVELS an' are full'a BRILLIANCE an' SPARK an' GREAT WORKS! 

They now are MEDIOCRE all the way down… AND, given the REVERSE of progress (at least of the human kind) at this point in time—the dumbing down of everybody so AI kin take over in the void left when bereft’ve human invention—I’m purdy sure this FALL of Once-Human IDOLS seems ta be NEARLY BY DESIGN. LET THAT SINK IN FOLKS.  EVEN THE RICH are UN-NECESSARY. The elite ALLOWED their scions to go off inta the world uneducated, uninspired, an’ contriutin’ little SURE that their tech alone would make ‘em all immortal. What a bargain with Ol’ Scratch, eh?

Rops, “Behind the Scenes”….

Thus, among "them" Meaty Ogers we find:

NO Mozarts, NO Mendelsohns: NO Matisses, NO Modiglianis; NO Pushkins, NO Prousts: NO Callas's NO Carusos: NO Wrens, Roths, or Lloyd-Wrights, NO Ciceros, NO Confucious's: NO Teslas, NO Turings: NO Edisons, no Einsteins: NO Bogarts, Bogardes or Bernhardts: NO Capras, Chaplins, or Curtiz's. 

Most are now the idle (an' "idol" riche) but as they say: No Paines, no Gains(boroughs…that is) an’ their lassitude an’ laxity now means they are GOOSE EGGS, patently mediocre.

Thus, whatever their higher privilege quotient, these are fetid /fatted calves, yellowish an' sickly lookin'…many are honestly revoltin' excuses fer humans ('er ubermensches if they think've themselves thatta way).  ICK. UGH. THESE folks run the world, really?

Which one’s the “Kingy?” It’s Mister “I’ll be Your Tampon” his self! Missin’ from the photo is Queenie Camilla Parker-Roll Bowles herself. Mebbe they ‘et her up?

Here are some more 've 'em… a random selection of those “in the fold,” and you'll see no signs of deep scholarly contributions, no signs of great art, inventions, 'er any contributions to help humanity.

No-Brainer “W-ya” paints like a monkey too! (The Skull n’ Bones Bush fambly rank purdy high on the Masonic Food Pyramid of Evil…)

Skeery Lizard Peepull at home in their terrarium: Alex Soros with Daddy-O

Y’all think Harold Bloom would’a put this “classic” on his Book List? (Even fergittin’ Mama Frazzledrip—this ain’t exactly great litter-achoo’r)

Members of the famous Orsini fambly, one of The 13 Families, include this cinema actress (she ain’t no Sophia Loren) who got hitched to some Belgian prince… (YAWN)

(speakin’ of princes…) Lil’ Fidelito Sheik Turd-O with his own Little Prince

an’ Schwabby’s “Mini Me” Master Meeskite. He’z not unintelligent an’ not uneducated, BUT frankly the twerp ain't terribly clever, creative, talented or EVEN novel in his dystopian world view-thinkin' which copycats the “Brave New World” of the far-schmarter man, Aldous Huxley… He AIN’T so special either…

THE NEW GENERATION of YOUNG GLOBAL LEADERS…
(none seem ta have done anythin’ memorable yet…)

I think once we realize our worst enemies (an' their demon spawn adult childin’) are frankly so "feh" an' so "meh" an' so GROSSLY unexceptional an' "un-special" then they seem a lot LESS intimidatin'…no? 

The list kin be expanded but in short, THESE ELITE & “Elite Adjacent” (ha ha!) humans that are supposed ta lord it over US in the "future" are:

Not special.
Not brilliant.
Not all that worldly.
Not particularly clever or inventive.
Not especially great examples of BEAUTY or PHYSICAL Specimins of health…*

* Leni Reifenstal wouldn't've cast any've 'em in Triumph of the VRILL!

In brief:
Not at all exceptional.
ORDINARY MEDIOCRE FOLKS

MAYBE EVEN LESS THAN MEATY-OGRES!

I’d even venture that they are LESS THAN ORDINARY because they are from a young age afforded the MEANS an' wherewithall to achieve "greatness" far more easily than most of us human beans are.  Their wealthy famblies kin cover the cost of private tutors, the best in classical education, top access ta trainin' in the "ahrts" (light as well as dark)—an' yet they'ze empty hollow shells, simply over-dressed dolts an' doltettes. The “schmartest” may be bizness-saavvy but I’ll be gobsmacked ta see anything of wonder come from any one of these EUROTRASH NOBUDDIES.

UNDRESSIN’ EM IN YER MIND’s EYE: The Underwear Trick!

(tho’ some fools’ll do ya the favor an’ spare yer noggin’ imaginin’…)

Hunter proves my point! (the man has no shame!)

Back when I wuz a little nipper an' skeered of some've the meaner an' more intimidatin' “teachers” I sometimes encountered in Grade Skool, I was offered the brilliant suggestion ta imagine 'em all in their underware—yup!   No “authoritay” figure kin look “impressive” in BVDs, stripped away of money, noble birth, status—warts n’ all exposed. Most humans (not AI “enhanced) look purdy silly in our undies an' imaginin’ them so makes ya laff, the best medicine (not med-a’-sin!) fer healin’ the blues—an’ fear too. 

Joan Crawford—a lot less glamorous in a girdle!

My imaginin' that mean ol' math teacher in her ill-fittin’ girdle and that grumpy skinny/hairy-legged physics instructor in a pair’ve Care Bear Boxer shorts did the trick! An' literally that wuz all it took from that point onward. Over the years, encounterin’ meanies an’ grumps (includin’ some less than kind Directors & Castin’ Agents!) tho’ fer sure I may’ve gotten frustrated, never agin’ wuz I intimidated the same way—I call it “the underwear trick.”

So next time ya look at whoze runnin’ the world an’ start thinkin’ ‘bout that shadow gubbamint an’ them elites, THE CABAL… imagine ‘em in ill-fittin’ undies, pink bathrobes an’ baggie boxers.

Once mebbe they wuz a threat but now with the MEATING of the MINDS they represent, “ain’t nuttin’ but hamburger!”

Down with Medi-awk-cruddy that touts such MEATY-OGRE fools an' one day may someone tan their hides medium rare to boot.

I say THROW OUT THE EUROTRASH! (or git ‘em outta office)

WE are the EXCEPTIONAL ones, y’all—remember it!

A wild song from the TRULY exceptional Jerry Lee! (one ta chase away all them meaty-ogres!)

cookin’ up sum “rare” recipies ta help us human beans avoid bein’ “well done-in” by them Weenies!
Daisy

NOW ya kin buy me a cuppa java if ya like, alwayz grateful fer y’all!
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Sharin’ another gaggle of exceptional singers, a fine tribute ta protein (The Solitary Meatball!) cuz them Meaty-Ogres want us to chow down on BUGS—resist!