Mis-Directions:

Really -- What Do You Expect From A Society With Speakers In The Ceilings?

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Are you suffering from 'Mis-Directions'? Or from 'Un-Intended Directions'?

Does your thinking NOT obey your own intentions? Do you think you are at fault, and do you think your brain is falling apart, and do you think your mind is corroding and senility is taking you over?

Do you keep having problems with 'Non-Existent' thoughts? Thoughts about things that really do not exist, or are unwanted -- but they keep intruding on your sanity and your normal thinking?

Sounds to me like the following problems could be killing your brain:

1. There is a pack of lesie-turds near you, trying to kill your Humanity with their Monkey-Approved Dirty Telepathy. All Mind-Fornicating lesie-turds know that they own and operate the Five-Naked-Monkeys-In-A-Cage in Wash This Death City. To them that means that according to 'Queer Law' their War of Genocide against the Human Species is 'Queer Legal'. It already means that, according to the Queer Rules in the Queer Coalitions. Their mental attacks against Real Humans, which have never stopped, are continuing with more venom and hatred. All because of Shitheads that Vote; which perpetuates the Politics Game of a Rotten Democracy.

2. You are so stupid, you watch TV; or listen to the Anthrax Monkeys on FM; or you buy and read queer newsrags; or you buy and read queer magrags like 'Fired' (formerly 'Wired'). In which case, you found this website of Truth by accident -- and you -- MUST LEAVE IMMEDIATELY!

3. You are mentally wounded and damaged by the tortures which you suffered in a DemoCrap Public School, at the hands of horribly twisted NEA killers.

4. There is a Dead Person in your 'family' that was once Human, but has been killed by the War of Genocide against the Human Species. That Dead Person is now a Deviate, and it is constantly talking 'Reversal Shit' (a variety of Queershit Propaganda) whenever you are around.

5. You work at an extremely Evil and Perverted Workplace, where Reversal Queers are constantly talking 'Reversal Shit', as they have been ordered to do so by the Queer Propagandists. Which is why they were sent to work there to begin with.

6. You are becoming victimized by all of the 'Phony Crap' that exists in this Society of Liars (otherwise known as 'Planet Sinister'). Your functional usefulness to the Deviates of Madison Avenue is coming to an end. You are starting to decline into the final stage of semi-functional consumerism fodder; to continue to exist only to circulate money and to Vote as ordered.

This message is about the Phony Crap. There are no diagrams in this message, however you can well imagine the things that I am writing about. Also, you NEED to imagine the Phony Crap that I am writing about -- AND AVOID THAT CRAP!!!! Such things aid the Deviates with their Agenda to annihilate the Human Species.

Putrid thoughts and things, and thoughts of things -- such as >>>>>>>>

*Non-Existent Vagina -- a favorite mental suggestion from the lesie-turds. Every Politician already has one.

*Non-Existent Penis -- every lesie-turd wants one. Politicians are not allowed to have them anyway.

*Non-Existent Brain -- after so many deliberate shocks from the Killer Queers you are not supposed to have one of these. What did you think all of that Queer Bullying was about? It was about Killing Your Brain.

*Non-Existent Sensitivities -- false sympathies and false reactions in favor of any thing that Queer Propaganda promotes.

*Non-Existent Preferences -- mental infestations from the Deviates coupled with demands that what Nature created (You) is worthless and limited. You must be fooled into thinking that you should be engaging in all sorts of Perverted Behaviors instead. Each of which you will excuse as Your Preference; even though it all came from Queer Brainwashing to begin with.

*Non-Existent Choices -- the Perverted, Twisted, Psychotic acts of depraved insanity that you are brainwashed to perform, and then told to excuse as Your Preference.

*Non-Existent Authorities -- example -- State Police in states where the Deviate Demands (and payments) for fakery marriages were sanctioned by Politicians and cowards.

*Non-Existent Righteousness -- example -- the pretenses of any blustering and pompous State Police Asshole, in a state where the Deviate Demands (and payments) for fakery marriages were sanctioned by Politicians and cowards.

*Non-Existent Eminent Domain -- a favorite Non-Existent Authority ploy and brainwashing tactic, used by Criminal Politicians to commit crimes against the Will of the People, and against the Property Rights of the People; for the sake of the Corruption Business which all Politicians require for their financial support and egomania needs.

*Non-Existent Entertainment -- any activity that takes you away from your True Nature and places you in a physical or mental situation that supports the enemies of the Human Species; by Propaganda endorsement, Propaganda acceptance, Propaganda activity and cooperation with pseudo-entertainments that are intended to promote Queer Propaganda, rather than Truth and Decency. In short, if the vermin at the queer newsrags want you to like it -- DESPISE IT!!!!

*Non-Existent Sexuality -- in Reality, it is all about Boys and Girls -- Males and Females -- everything else is contrived Queershit. Period. In an attempt to overthrow and subvert the Laws of Nature, the Deviates have invented Sexuality Excuses for the depraved and satanic habits and criminal behaviors that they force upon anyone who comes under their control (in any way). They insist that all of their victims are to say to all non-victims (so far) that such awful actions were performed because of their 'Real Sexuality'. Instead of because they were forced to commit such crimes (or fooled into committing such crimes) by the Deviates and their Middle-Managers-For-Hire and their Thugs/Enforcers/Berserkers. Hence, all that Idiots know about it are the lies repeated by the victims, which say that such horrid acts are just 'Expressions of their Sexuality'. Which they never had until they were attacked and queered -- with Monkey Judge approval, of course.

*Non-Existent Honesty -- example -- a Politician making sounds.

*Non-Existent Altruism -- example -- a State Police cop saying it is just his 'duty'.

*Non-Existent Tiredness -- example -- lesie turdshit pretense Number 623 -- "Oh, we're so tired of fighting for our rights!"

*Non-Existent Self-Identity -- example -- whatever a Deviate said you are. Whatever any propaganda says is better to be. Whatever any Middle-Manager-For-hire suggest you should be. Whatever any Political Campaign says you are.

*Non-Existent Obedience To False Authority -- the so-called Societal Expectations that everyone will bend and break under the pressures of endless Lies and Queer Propaganda; which dictate that whatever fetid mixture of Political Criminals and Rabies Monkeys and Killer Deviates is chosen to dominate the Politics Game during any Political Time Period (by The Cult Of The Asshole) will be accepted by all minions, and urchins, and slaves and Human Enemies as the Constituted Authority of the country for that period. Therefore, any and all fodder that serve the latest Constituted Authority are themselves 'Authorized' to carry out the attacks and punishments that are demanded (by The Cult Of The Asshole) against all Humans. Doubly and triply upon any and all forms of HUMAN RESISTANCE.

*Non-Existent Shopping Needs -- what I call the Consumerism Intention or System, which is designed as an endless web-like maze of consumer items; to be bought by people who really have no need for such things, or for any consumer item like those things. It is a racket, an addiction, a scam, an institutionalized fakery supported by the Queer Medias; a demand that the slaves buy trinkets which they do not need. Trinkets and baubles and beads that serve three purposes:

1. The slaves have been trained to believe that the possession of such worthless items are required for Life. Not just for comforts, but for living itself; without which there is no life. Hence the huge and false need for electricity.

2. The Masters of the Society of Liars (itself nothing more than a fabrication made of lies) own the industries that make the worthless trinkets and toys. They also have insatiable demands for constant and increasing luxuries and material spoils for themselves.

3. The control over the slaves that is gained by this Consumerism System is a measure of their success as tyrants and dominant Big Business Assholes. This measurement is disguised as a Consumer Index, and is reported by the Queer Medias (that advertise the worthless toys and trinkets) as an "Important Measurement" of the Health of the Economy. Their economy, not the slave's economy. This subservience to the Masters of the Medias, and the state of servitude that it decreases TV Watchers into, is typified by the 'Blah-blah-blah Utterance' followed by the 'Hah-hah-hah Response'. Follow this >>>>>>>> wherein, some retarded TV Watcher wants to utter a funniness (for whatever reason or occasion) and instead of thinking of something humorous to say (which requires too much intelligence) it mimics something it heard and saw on TV >>>>>>>> with the expectation that some other Idiot nearby will have seen or heard the same stupid shit on its TV God >> and >> will ALSO have seen and heard the Mandatory Response that the TV Turds dictated about that mindless drivel at the same time. Using laugh machines and bought professional audiences. Hence, if the first TV Watcher repeats some dipshit line from a TV show or a TV commercial, the second TV Watcher (that heard the same dipshit 'Blah-blah-blah Utterance') will also have seen and heard the mandatory dipshit laughter that was demanded by the Queer Propagandists that created the TV Filth >> the mandatory 'Hah-hah-hah Response'. Therefore, if the first TV Watcher says the 'Blah-blah-blah Utterance' it will expect another TV Watcher in the immediate vicinity to utter the mandated 'Hah-hah-hah Response'. Such is the existence of hopeless TV Watchers.

*Non-Existent Physical Ailments -- caused by mental and physical and spiritual attacks against victims that the Deviates want reduced or reversed or dead -- and/or -- by living conditions (death states) within the Queer Coalitions. These ailments have no Real Causes, and are often anxieties caused by lesie attacks and defamations from the Queer Machine of Propaganda; with outlets such as their Ministry of Misinformation the Huffingbutt's Post.

*Non-Existent Goals -- the inculcated and false set of society conditions that the Queer Medias broadcast as the accepted facts of life inside their Society of Liars -- and -- what is allowed as possibilities for achievements inside of such limited programming -- and -- how everyone is supposed to think and feel while being prisoners inside of a society with propaganda speakers in the ceilings. The Ceiling Speakers Society -- which is the Society of Liars -- which is created by the Queer Coalitions as an ideal environment for Queer Coalitions. All of which (combined) I have identified as Planet Sinister. Anyone inside of Planet Sinister, who is still alive and active enough to move and think and eat independently, will have some desire to get out of that sewage or at least to minimize the effects of the Deviates while inside that Hell. Thus, such a person will have goals that do not suit the hideous intentions of the so-called Homosexual Agenda. That will automatically make such a person an 'Outlaw' to the so-called Homosexual Agenda.

[[Which no one can really be, because there is no such thing as 'Homo Sex'.]]

To prevent such outlaw acts of independent goals (non-agenda), the Queer Propagandists try to smother all independent thinking with their media programming of what is, and is not, acceptable activities and actions inside of THEIR SOCIETY. Therefore, they constantly bombard the General Slave Public with Queershit ideas and demands about their own chosen and acceptable goals for everyone under their domination. Non-Existent Goals.

*Non-Existent Budgets -- the mutual debts that I explained in one of my recent messages. These are mutually agreed to, and activated, national debts incurred by corrupt politicians (using nations as covers and shams) -- to insure their mutual existence as debt-mongers that owe each other far too much play money to be forced (by the peoples that they have driven into debt) to do anything to decrease those debts worldwide. Such as, to get rid of the Politicians. Even though they fully demand that the People cooperate with their game of Mutual Indebtedness Coexistence by paying off the debts for them; which for some reason never get paid off despite the huge sums of money that they take from the People and put into their own bank accounts. Besides, the solution to that deliberate Political Crime would require the elimination of the Politics Gamers that deliberately set up the system of Mutual Indebtedness Coexistence to begin with. Thus, the typical General Public Dupe is forced to accept Non-Existent Economic Conditions, created solely to keep the Politics Game in existence -- and must therefore create whatever twisted budget He or She can make out of such a foul political contrivance as the National Debt and 'What each person owes the Government'.

*Non-Existent Freedoms -- the choices offered by the Queer Propaganda Machine, for fulfillment of accepted behaviors deemed favorable to the goals of the so-called Homosexual Agenda. The freedoms that you think you have, you can only have if you got them from the Deviates.

*Non-Existent Security -- which is only allowed to exist in your thinking if you are totally dominated by and possessed by (mental possession and physical whenever possible) your own worst enemies -- the Deviates. The very thought of 'Security' is only allowed through the filter and the tunnel of the so-called Homosexual Agenda. If you are not told by the Queer Propagandists and their Middle-Managers-For-Hire that something (or some thing) represents security for you, then you are not allowed to think that it can provide you with security. Only Non-Existent Security that makes you completely accessible and completely vulnerable to Deviate control and Deviate punishments is allowed to be thought of as 'Security'.

*Non-Existent Love -- all ideas of Love must squirm and writhe and cower beneath the horrid force of the chosen replacement for love, in the netherworld of the Queer Propagandists. Namely the intense hatred of all Humans exhibited by Queer Hate Teams of Rats and Idiots; that are paid to perform in the perverted play times of Queer and Phony Marriage-Hatreds. All thinking of love must bow and scrape before the mandatory hatred in Deviate Non-Existent Love -- and is therefore Non-Existent as well.

*Non-Existent Success -- example -- any fulfillment of Queer Propaganda Goals or Orders. Whatever you are told is acceptable behavior by your handlers from the SQLD.

*Non-Existent Riches -- example -- purely monetary and gluttonous and queered. 'Richness' is a Universal Term, and applies to much more than money. True Richness is a measurement of Nature.

*Non-Existent Affiliations -- examples -- pretend and fake and phony Non-Existent Groupings inside of Queer Coalitions; fabricated to give the illusion of complexity where there is only morbid sameness and mindless insanity.

*Non-Existent Information -- TV Watching, FM listening, queer newsrag drooling, queer magrag idolatry, unfortunate relatives that you could not choose yourself, programmed indoctrinations inside the Queer and Armed Fart-Forces of Heinrich 'Himmler' Reid, political slogans and rallies, advertisement claims of most products, promises from Politicians, anything said by TV Turds, pompous and arrogant demands by State Police Dogs wearing funny hats, any words from Insurance Medicine Quacks in West Des Aliens, anyone who says that you must pay off the National Debt that insecure and corrupt Politicians never want reduced anyway -- (etc).

*Non-Existent Live TV -- scripted fakeries by play acting perverts wherever assigned to repeat and promote the endless lies of Queer Propaganda. Deeply scripted behaviors before cameras (such as TV News) and any situation where the false curtains and masks of Deviates must be shown to the outside world. A world that should have succumbed to all of that pretense by now. The fact that the world has not become a Queer Slave yet, causes angst and hatred amongst Killer Queers from Satan's Fresca to Brussels.

*Non-Existent Sincerity -- example >>>> degenerate TV Shows with prizes for losers, because everyone who goes on one of those toxic waste events is a loser. The brainwashing of the so-called Homosexual Agenda mandates that all thinking is to follow the lies of the Deviates, and the Intended World is to be comprised of only creatures that have succumbed to perversion and have no other choice than to accept all lies and programming issued to them -- so there is not supposed to be any need for such things as 'Sincerity'.

*Non-Existent Savings -- lies at stores and lies from speakers in the ceilings. You never save money at one box store compared to another box store, because you never get the chance to pay for anything at the cost of what was required to make it. Instead, you always have to pay for the Middle-Man in all transactions; even on Black Friday after Thanksgiving the sensational low prices of the 'leader items' (meant to entice you to that store instead of others) is priced above the minimum retail markup for the item -- no matter what they say to you. The only way to get ahead of the Consumerism Racket of Non-Existent Savings is to get something that you want for FREE -- and -- it does not break for one year.

*Non-Existent Hopes -- within the netherworld of Queer Propaganda you may be offered acceptable and pre-approved so-called improvements to your living conditions -- IF -- and only IF -- you are a good little slave and you swallow all of the Queershit that is fed to you. In which case you may be able to have increased thoughts of acceptable security (to the Agenda). You may be allowed to have four more square feet of office cubicle space (even though the word 'square' is forbidden). You may be allowed to move into a slightly larger living space with an additional ten square feet of floor space devoted to an alter -- your place of worship -- of the Queer Gods of TV and Politics. Gee, after such an exhilarating experience -- the asses of the Queer Gods are the limit!

*Non-Existent Liberals -- It Is All Queers Now.

*Non-Existent Conservatives -- never existed to begin with. As I have explained before, the labels of 'Liberals' and 'Conservatives' were just convenient handles and labels to put on things and people so that the medias could manipulate them to their own requirements.

*Non-Existent Lawyers And Judges -- what was possibly a decent and altruistic profession thousands of years ago -- for a few fleeting moments -- quickly decayed and imploded into a cesspool of dirty and deliberate usury and deceit and conniving and self-aggrandizement and power brokering. Sort of the Queer Legal equivalent of the Big Bang Theory -- in Reverse. First, there were a lot of people who wanted to be lawyers with good intentions -- and then, there was the Reverse Bang that shrank all 'Legal Thought' down to the size of a speck of fly shit.

*Non-Existent Status Quo --- never mind that it is absolutely insane and obviously a mental disease -- if The Cult Of The Asshole wants it, they will give orders to the Deviates and the Medias and the Politicians to make it happen. Whatever sewage it is, it will be called the Status Quo of 'Your Society', and therefore the expected normalcy of 'Your Society'. Your opinions and ideas and thoughts about it will get Reverse Banged if they become known to your handlers or Middle-Manager bosses.

*Non-Existent Heroes -- even in a Society of Liars false heroes are needed, if only for their value as replacements of Real Human Heroes. Of course, Queer Propaganda and the Consumerism Intention are victims of their own greed; in that they have reduced the brains of their consumer victims (and voter victims) to such a horrible extent that no lie or set of orders has a life-expectancy of more than a few weeks. That means new or refurbished media personalities and heroes have to be contrived and invented every three weeks.

*Non-Existent Education -- if it is not aligned to the so-called Homosexual Agenda, or comes from the inventors of the Agenda, or comes from a direct catastrophe caused by the Agenda, or it does not serve to make the promoters of the Agenda appear to be 'All Knowing and Omnipotent' -- then it is not allowed to be known and it is a forbidden subject. Hence, everything that is allowed to be known must aid the intentions of the Agenda, and is the only education allowed to slaves.

*Non-Existent Wealth -- just try to keep it. If it became known, generally, that you have suddenly become a Millionaire or beyond -- how do you think the actions and attitudes of the people that you know would change towards you? Was your sudden wealth Queer Generated and Approved? If not, it will certainly have to conform to the Agenda rules for the Required Bleeding Of All Non-Queer Wealth. The Consumerism System is designed to bleed everyone who is not a recipient of the fruits of the system. As soon as you achieve any wealth, the system will try to take it away from you. As the Deviates see it, any non-conformist wealth is an impediment to their intended Agenda and must be kept in isolation and bled and drained and scammed and removed. Just like all Natural Life must be removed from the Universe. Before the Deviate Disease, the basic foundations of a Consumerism System of endless rip-offs and devious monetary cheating existed to begin with. The Deviate Disease always attacks and takes over any system, or organization, or group, or party that is the most corrupted -- making it their own, and a living-death to be in. The Consumerism System, filled with evil intentions and corrupted players, fell to the Deviates quite easily. It was one of the easiest systems to be killed and body-snatched by the Deviates, using a minimum of lies while manipulating pre-existing hog wallows of greedy pigs.

*Non-Existent Choices -- Voting.

*Non-Existent Doctors -- example -- West Des Aliens Insurance Medicine Frauds.

*Non-Existent Newspapers -- example -- Des Aliens Rearsniffers.

*Non-Existent Truth -- in a Society of Liars and 'Wanna This' and 'Wanna That', and considering the conveniences that lies offer which help Liars to pretend and to create their own false worlds inside any Society of Liars; it is obvious that all Truth is not only Inconvenient -- it is downright deadly and dangerous and fatal. To lies. Therefore, it must be prevented whenever possible. The Deviate method for this is the fabrication of Non-Existent Truths -- which are simply Lies that are designed to mimic and block the expected effects of Real Truths -- while supporting the Lies that those Truths would otherwise destroy. Either by direct support, or by the pretense that there is nothing wrong with those Lies.

*Non-Existent Environmentalists -- example -- fakes that work at the DNR and for the BUWIs.

*Non-Existent Good Intentions -- the real motivations of pretenders that brainwash populations for customers.

*Non-Existent Leaders -- All Politicians.

*Non-Existent History -- anything that comes from, or is endorsed by, the Deviate's Ministry of Misinformation the Huffingbutt's Post.

*Non-Existent Pride -- originally all Queer Excuses and Camouflage. With the expansion of the relevancy of the word 'Queer' to now include all former so-called 'Liberals', this applies to a larger cross-section of the 'breathing two-legged beasts' that inhabit this planet.

*Non-Existent Standards -- of a Society of Liars that exist to be evil and greedy; and always change societal expectations (standards) according to the desires of whichever Queer Group is paying the most money at the time. In Queer Coalitions, there is no such thing as a Bureau of Standards and Measures. There is just the edicts and the lies inscribed in the so-called Homosexual Agenda, that now rule all former 'Liberals' as the Queers which they really are.

*Non-Existent Customs -- dictated by whatever mandatory behaviors are demanded by the highest paying customers of Politicians and the Queer Media 'Customs Brokers'. Which then tell their slaves, outright on TV, what the latest expectations of Deviation Acceptance and Mandatory Practices are from their slaves.

*Non-Existent Careers -- so-called occupations that only exist to support Political Hegemony Regimes and/or Deviate Demands for manufactured domination. Such as M1A1 tank drivers, and any NSA or FBI job.

*Non-Existent Governors -- example -- Six-Time Incest Pest at Des Aliens.

*Non-Existent Presidents -- example -- Resident in White Outhouse.

*Non-Existent Planet -- Planet Sinister. Filled with dreamers, peons, fantasizers, wretched poor, delirious rich, schemers, blood-suckers, perverts, zombies, and the fleas from the Huffingbutt's Post.

*Non-Existent Future -- Over Population, Burning Planet, Exhausted Resources -- do you need more? However, if you listen to the Queer Propaganda (which is run by Deviates that need dying environments to thrive in) you will think that you have a possible future -- IF -- you obey and bend over on demand.

*Non-Existent Women -- Femi-Nazis.

*Non-Existent Men -- examples -- Sports Assholes on TV, and Black Homo Fascists singing songs for Faggots on the speakers in the ceilings -- wherever Demented White Females (DWC) own or operate a store.

*Non-Existent Civil Rights Movement -- one of the Masks of the SQLD, and of the so-called Homosexual Agenda -- which the Deviates now freely admit exists to destroy Humanity. The crap behind the mask of the latest 'Civil Rights Movement' is nothing more than the organized crime perverts that killed the Real Civil Rights Movement and re-animated its corpse -- using the same labels on its lapels as their own false identity.

*Non-Existent Saviors -- example -- the false Idol toys of the Belief Merchants. Toys For Idiots -- which have always been offered as soothing placebos for the ailments of life that Organized Belief Merchants cause and perpetuate for their own financial needs -- while claiming to be sympathetic to the pains that their false idolatry and alliances with Deviates cause. Literally, Roses and Promises from your own Executioners -- before the axe drops.

*Non-Existent Truth -- example -- the false Idol Laws of the Science Priests. The so-called Laws of Science, which any far-thinking Science Priest will tell you are merely the discoveries (by their Holy Selves) of the 'Way Things Work'. However, you must believe or be banished. Accept that there is no Truth higher than Science, or be cast out and vilified and ruined socially. Unless, you have already shit on their society to begin with.

*Non-Existent Colors -- used to advertise and promote perversions and evils. Too bad for the colors. No color has ever harmed anyone that I know of. However, their false usage can be destructive to Sanity and Humanity. Colors for Propaganda should not be allowed. All propaganda should be in Black and White, and forced to stand on its own flimsy legs of lies.

*Non-Existent Vision -- the false interpretation of optical signals due to the demands of the brainwashing worms that have been forced into anyone's brain by the NEA and Queer Propaganda. What you think you see, is only what the worms allow you to think you see.

*Non-Existent Customer Service -- platitudes and pretenses of customer satisfaction made by Politicians and TV Turds. Imitation answers from imitation sincerity.

*Non-Existent Answers -- false guidance and deliberate lies, designed to reinforce propaganda and to make previous lies appear to be Laws; that must be believed and worshiped and accepted and obeyed.

*Non-Existent Promises -- from transient opportunists and Middle-Managers-For-Hire. People in slavery and without real hope are very susceptible to endless sequences of lies and promises. When there is no hope, and no Truth, and every sound from the speakers in the ceilings is either a song that has had its meanings and contexts twisted and distorted until it seems to support Queer Propaganda, or is an actual Queer Propagandist talking shit into a microphone that five minutes before was shoved up its ass -- then any promises from anywhere (or from any thing) sound like a blessed relief. That is how Fools are made. Most such Fools die in ghastly poverty or are ground up for glue.

*Non-Existent Advice -- from manipulators and schemers and those of false-allegiance. The aforementioned Fools usually take such advice -- often once too often -- and never know the Door To The Glue Factory when they see it.

*Non-Existent Transportation -- any movement from one Queer Coalition to another Queer Coalition.

*Non-Existent Vacation -- any movement from one Queer Coalition to another Queer Coalition.

*Non-Existent Bowel Movement -- from one Queer Coalition to another Queer Coalition.

*Non-Existent Dining Experience -- from one Queer Shithole to another Queer Shithole.

*Non-Existent Improved Satellite Channels Deal -- from one Queer Pack of POS to another Queer Pack of POS.

*Non-Existent City -- controlled by Deviates and therefore a 'Shithole'.

*Non-Existent Music -- example -- FM induced Queer Propaganda noises palmed off as songs. I just mentioned such dismal screeches in another example. The idea is to make Idiots and Hopeless Wrecks believe that the Agenda and its Happy Assholes represent the best future for all dead things everywhere. So don't worry -- be happy!

*Non-Existent Wildlife -- slave animals tortured to death in zoos by gawkers and peepers and careless keepers, on the pretext that showing half-dead specimens will engender sympathy for wildlife -- and -- generate sympathy funds to be rationed. 5% for wildlife preservation -- 50% to Science Priests -- 45% for bigger TVs for wildlife preservation con-artists that own BUWI stock.

*Non-Existent Failure and Hopelessness -- a Killer Queer Favorite -- a false impression and depression due to suggestion and conclusion due to illusion that Human Existence is wrong and worthless and not good enough for 'Modern Society' (Planet Sinister). A false and contrived feeling of hopelessness due to strangeness amongst others, and incompatibility with others. When in Reality -- the 'others' are chisel-toothed shit-eaters that have always wanted you and your Species dead from the first day of their lessons on 'How To Kill Humans' -- when they were still in their baby cribs. Fourth generation murdering Pieces Of Shit.

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Those are just a few examples of what I am referring to.

It cannot be a wonder that the Deviates expect to control the world with their own special brand of fakery and lies and imitations. Not when the world otherwise is fraught with Non-Existence anyway.

For example >>>>>>>>

Vanillin

Most Wasabi

Cuban Cigars Outside Of Cuba

Stradivarius Violins

Maraschino Cherries

Crab Meat

Faux (FAKE) Anything -- Especially Faux Marriages

Jewelry

Cheese Food

Food Flavoring

Psychology

Boobs

Fingernails

Identification

Paintings

Republican Conservative Spawn Hannity

Republican Conservative Glenn Speck

Purple Loosestrife

Imitation Blueberries

Imitation Ice Cream

The Sincerity Of Media Personalities

Media Personalities

Sports On Synthetic Turf

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My point here, is to NOT be victimized and intimidated and overwhelmed and minimized and side-lined and depressed by -- ANY OF THAT (BLEEP)!!!!!!!!!!

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i lOVE yOU -- dON'T bE dEPRESSED

which is something to be depressed about

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Markel Peters

https://www.voices-of-iowa.blogspot.com/

https://www.voices-of-iowa-concise.blogspot.com/

Here -- 07-27-2016:

Are the things in the Queer Coalitions causing you heartburn and/or headaches? Well -- that's because they are causing your thinking to go in wrong directions due to your exposure to their ugly campaign of contrived and disguised lies.

The things are deliberately trying to kill all of the natural stimuli that you would ordinarily receive in a Natural Environment; and are trying to replace all good environmental stimuli (which you would otherwise experience) with their own contrived Ugly Queershit.

THAT -- causes your brain to warp and distort out of its own Natural Thought Processes and into a twisted and mutilated horror that only Queershit Spreaders and Queershit Eaters can appreciate. You are being turned into trash for the edification of Trash Masters. And, so that you will be deranged and feeble and hapless and therefore never able to revolt against their regime of Queer Bullies and Propagandists and Politicians and Berserkers. With their Queer Medias of endless lies, they try to turn your thoughts into monstrosities that become your own worst enemies; therefore neutering you with internal pain and doubts and fears. All of which only exist because you allowed their Ugly Stimuli into your life -- such as the TV Turds, the Gutter Monkeys of the FM bands, the twisted trash of the queer newsrags, and the spider-like mongrels of the queer magrags.

Which is one of the big reasons why I am including the 'Here' series of photo-journalism in this website. Here, you can at least see how things are supposed to be. If only I could show you how your brain should look, I would gladly do so.

[[Human websites are not the novelties or curiosities or biased or prejudiced places on the Internet that the enemies of Humanity want you (or anyone) to believe they are. Human websites are like Life Buoys in a fetid sea of putrid Queer websites and Greedy Websites and Neurotic websites and Fetish websites and Opportunistic websites and Political websites and Oddball websites and Monkey websites and Big Business websites.]]

In this installment of the 'Here' series you can also see how our Natural Environment is never supposed to be -- that is, infested with awful ButtUgly Windmills from the ButtUgly Windmill Imperials in Des Aliens (formerly Des Moines) -- where all things unnatural are the Preferred Choice, and all of the Natural Universe is a mere 'inconvenience' that exists to be wrecked and ruined and tamed to their preferences.

[[Their BUWI Propaganda websites actually claim that Natural Life as existed before their ButtUgly Windmills is now dead and gone; and everyone must accept the domination of the BUWIs. They call it 'The New Dawn of BUWI Domination'. At the same time (literally) they show pictures of the Local Star rising behind a group of ButtUgly Windmills that tower over the viewer. It is the first thing that everyone should see and revere when they wake up in the morning. When you see such insanity at the BUWI websites you realize that the BUWIs are not just insane with greed, they are also sinister Pieces Of Shit, racketeers, thugs, liars, scum bags, trash -- in short the lowest forms of organized criminals.]]

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The photography for this installment took place on June 22, 23 and 25 and July 11 and 13, a period of time when the crops across Iowa are 40-50% fully grown, depending upon the variety. During that time I took more than 1200 photographs, of which you will see 227. As always, I am including pictures that may have no other value than to provide Good and perhaps Pleasant Stimuli for you as Desktop Backgrounds.

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This installment started on June 22nd, a Wednesday, outside of Eagle Grove where I live. I was just starting to drive about searching for pictures when I looked back at the town and saw those clouds overhead.

These are taken from the east side of town, looking west.

I then turned around and photographed the scene looking east from the same position.

 

I was driving easterly anyway, so I took some shots out the window looking north.

This put me due south of Clarion, where I was headed for by now for fuel and drinks.

After stopping at Clarion I went south and east, still in Wright County, because it looked like better picture taking over there. I found a nice spot and took pictures to the east, south, and west from the same place.

Further east and still in Wright County, looking south.

Same area looking northeast.

Another intersection picture. I have turned northwards now, heading for Belmond. Looking west here.

Before reaching Belmond I turned westerly again towards the Iowa River. You will notice throughout this installment that the sky tones of blue change often; that is due to the direction of the photograph at the time and the angle of descending Star Lux.

Iowa River.

Now, I doubled back on the dirt roads heading for the hardtop to Belmond, which is on the other side of that rise.

Going north towards Belmond again.

Then on a county hardtop going west again.

The Iowa River again. I am now determined to go over to the marshlands just west of the river and look for animals to photograph. I would photograph hard working DNR employees out here, seeing for themselves what Nature is doing and what Nature needs from Man to stay healthy -- if there were any -- which there never are. Besides, what Nature needs from Man -- is less Man anyway.

Bingo. Mr. Sunbathing Frog.

Going into the marshlands. In Iowa every depression in the landscape that can catch and cache water does so, and thereby becomes a center for life activities.

I worked my way northwards and around the large pond that is now so famous, going to the swamps on the other side of the hill. Looking west here. I have been at this tree in so many different weathers that I cannot remember them all. It is kind of a 'way point'. If you can make it to this tree in heavy snow then you have a chance of spending a day out. Otherwise, you have to turn back before you get to the tree. There are no particular (specified) 'snow belts' out here like there are in New York State, where the southern coast of Lake Ontario is an unbelievably immense 'snow belt' (every year) capable of dumping twenty feet of snow; which I have seen and actually driven through when I lived there.

At the swamp, one of many in Wright County, I found a veritable beehive of activity at all levels -- crayfish in the roads, hawks in the skies, many birds, and deer too fast to catch on camera. I stopped the car and got out.

I had never noticed this bird type before in this region. Here, there were about four of them standing out amongst the crowds.

A crayfish. There were several of them right in front of the Cashmere trying to cross the road. Since there are swamps on each side, they travel from one swamp to the other. Further down the road, for hundreds of yards, there were crayfish crossing the road like it was a shopping plaza.

They are called Yellow-headed Blackbirds, and they have staked out a section of tall grasses and reeds which I parked next to. In the fashion of most birds here in Iowa the curiosity of a Chevy Impala caused them to fly about making territorial displays.

These are all males, with black bodies and yellow heads. The females are of a light brown color and hide in the grasses.

A nearby red-tail that wants no part of photographs.

After a lot of cavorting around, the Top Bird stopped at one place and began to stare at my camera lens. I patched together four photos of him, staring at me, into a collage.

Then, I was trivialized.

Then, I was ignored.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yellow-headed_blackbird

https://www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/Yellow-headed_Blackbird/id

http://www.audubon.org/field-guide/bird/yellow-headed-blackbird

So, I decide to photograph the nearest road sign. The greens are so strong out here that I have to reduce them during editing. The trick is to look at the grass. Most greens out here are actually a combination of green and yellow, except for the corn which is fertilized. The grasses are not fertilized, and if you zoom in on the grass and reduce the saturation until the grass looks right, then the rest of the picture will look as it really did.

Beyond which is a good view of what I was saying about every depression being a catch basin for water runoff. I was going to proceed down this road, but the day before there was a heavy rain storm and the ground was still so wet that the Cashmere was sinking into the road like a plow. I stopped at the top of the rise, which can be seen in the previous picture, and got out and took this photograph. Then I carefully backed out of there.

On firmer ground this time (the firmness is entirely dependent upon the rock content) I proceeded north in a general pursuit of further animals to photograph. This, and the next two shots were taken to show how Rural Iowa should look without the God-Awful ButtUgly Windmills from the Imperial Anuses at Des Aliens.

Moving towards another wetlands area.

At this point, I am near the border area between Wright and Hancock Counties. I stopped here and took this picture facing east, to show the nearby corn fields right across the road from the marshlands.

I turned westwards and saw a group of dragonflies nearby. One of which stopped for photographs.

Overhead was a Red-tailed Hawk, one of many that were watching me this day.

Another shot to show what Rural Iowa is supposed to look like without ButtUgly Des Aliens monstrosities.

Kanawha.

Many hundreds of these grain haulers are active these days across Iowa.

A nearby pond, which shows again the malfunctions and the incompetence of the so-called DNR here in Iowa. Instead of getting rid of those invasive cattails on the right, which would cost money, they spend their meager funds on their own perks and self-interests. Those invasive plants have been getting worse each year, for years. It is ignored by the DNR patsies wherever it happens. The DNR asswipes just let it happen, and excuse their incompetence and cowardice as -- "the nature of the Nature is changing, that is all it is".

Bullshit. They are so gutless, and reduced to subservience beneath the city assholes at Des Aliens, that they now exist as a standard of 'What Never To Be' if you are an environmentalist. It takes money to correct the mis-actions of people who bring invasive species of plants into unspoiled waters, by not cleaning their boats properly. But the DNR is church mouse poor, except for fake faces and their own perks.

Besides, how do you ask someone in a Dildo Factory for more money? How do you talk about Nature in a Dildo Factory like the one called the 'Statehouse/Pantyhose Emporium' at Des Aliens? Across the street from the Cathouse of the forever decadent and decayed Monkey Judges.

No -- the puppets at the DNR have to squirm and crawl before their Political Masters for table scraps. Especially so whenever those scum in the Statehouse/Pantyhose Emporium (in Des Aliens) have been paid huge sums of money to vote for land-killing projects. Such as the latest debacle called a gas pipeline, that unnatural Bastards and Bitches want to build across Rural Iowa -- and -- the Political Masters at Des Aliens have ordered the DNR stooges to approve -- or -- get their already meager rations cut even further.

I NEVER see the DNR mannequins out here. Not ever.

Yes. Politics is Death.

Look at what the Politics Game is doing now, if you can bear to look at such shit. Look at the so-called contest (election) to be the next Resident at the White Outhouse. That game is now a choice between a Demented Queer-Licking Cunt with Berserkers for Chaperones and a Planet-Killing White Ape with banks for wallets.

That is Death, either way you look at it.

And -- if -- you are a stooge or slave or a fool -- you are trained to think that such crap is all that you can ever have -- and you must follow orders and Vote.

Which does not matter to us here. None of those Idiots can ever look at this website.

My time for pictures was coming to an end for this day. I wandered back across the border to Wright County.

Next day, Thursday June 23rd. Skies were mostly clear except for up north. Photography is always better where there is some cloud cover to provide shading and contrasts, therefore I headed for the clouds. Here I am going north on Route 17 which is part of the western border of Wright County.

Looking west as I drive north.

Looking east. That is Corwith.

Looking west.

On top of the Crystal Rim looking west. That is Wesley. Notice how the new silos are so close to the town. That is the way to do it, instead of littering the countrysides with new dipshit facilities for Show and Tell purposes.

This and the next eight shots are in the area between Wesley and Britt. Looking north.

Looking north.

Looking east.

Looking south.

Looking east.

Looking west.

Going north.

Going north.

Going north.

Another red-tail.

I hope these make good Desktop Backgrounds for someone.

I changed this one to show the red-tail as best as possible.

Typical Red-tailed Hawk country; many mouses.

I was going to edit these four into one combined collage, but then I decided to give each one its own frame. The first one is a Desktop Background that I use, on center mode.

Last good look at Rural Iowa before I pass into a BUWI HELL ZONE.

BUWI Hell. Immediately you can see how the natural setting is disturbed and broken down, and cluttered with horrid machines from the ButtUgly Windmill Imperials at Des Aliens Fascist Headquarters. (formerly Des Moines) This is in the Far North of Iowa, north of my own North Central Region. Looking north.

Instead of scenic vistas, all that you see here is disturbing clutter and missing horizons. This is in Hancock County, where the supervisors are obviously clueless (or corrupt) and the farmers are weak-minded and greedy suicides. Looking north.

This and the next six pictures are all looking north.

That grove of trees and those farms are essentially dead now. No longer beautiful or pastoral, they are dumpsters (called Testing Farms by the BUWIs) for whatever and every insane machine and earth-killing technology that the Business Assholes want to experiment with -- where there are no populations of complainers to protest about their new contrivances and money-making ironmongeries.

Do you see this happening at a fascist neighborhood in Des Aliens? Or at any other DemoCrap compost heap? Of course not. Greedy farmers are the trick. The one thing that the scum of Des Aliens know about the rural areas is that there are Greedy and Insane Farmers out there. The voting records tell them that!!!!

And -- the radio (bleep)suckers that litter the AM airwaves with all kinds of stupid farm programs, and (as all medias do) try to organize the stupid farmers into radio coalitions and enslaved radio cultures addicted to their radio programs (thus assuring for themselves permanent slave audiences) -- are also at the ROOT of the problem. Those douche bags report to the Politicians and the Business Assholes and the BUWIs -- about any weakness of the farmers that they know of or discover -- about any addiction of the farmers -- about any perversion of the farmers; in other words about any media successes against the farmers. Setting up the stupid farmers for a big fall -- is Big Business. Stupid farmers mean Big Money for Assholes.

Poor Stupid Farmers. Now they will all be bludgeoned and Queershitted again, by the Deviate Medias, because the Big Business Assholes will be afraid that some stupid farmers read this message.

You will notice in these pictures that the fascists are still putting up more ButtUgly Windmills. You can see the crane equipment below one of them.

This is the kind of picture that the BUWIs use in their propaganda advertisements, to mask over the horror of what their Sphincters-In-The-Sky are really doing to the landscape. Of course, they are all anuse-eyed and in love with their own assholes -- so you can imagine what they like for landscapes. Should I illustrate that? Should I show dozens of drooling assholes lined up in a row? A BUWIs delight!

Well -- every Big Business Asshole's delight too.

This area used to be among the most pristine and beautiful in all of Iowa. I was here before the God-Damned Sphincters-In-The-Sky were here.

This was once one of the most beautiful sights in all of Iowa!!!! Now, it looks like an alley cat's playbox. A litter box. And trust me, it will eventually be littered with the trash and dumpings and leavings of the Big Business Assholes; which will get permission to trash the place from the BUWIs. The imbeciles that give away their farms to the BUWIs have now lost them forever. From now on, it is all BUWI property!!!!

Now I am driving along the same road retracing my path and looking south. As you can see I am in the middle of a BUWI HELL ZONE with ButtUgly Windmills north and south of me. This section of Hancock County has been murdered. This is like being in a mechanized cemetery. It really feels creepy there.

Patton once said that Fortified Defenses are just monuments to the stupidity of Man. He was fond of destroying Fortified Defenses. In ButtUgly Windmills, we see monuments to the Greed of Man. Grave Markers really. Marking the graves of entire farms and countrysides.

Noisy and obnoxious grave markers. Listen to how loud one of those things is >>>>>>>>>

https://drive.google.com/open?id=0B5409h9f9_fTcF9sQng3X09UM0k

Typical Noisy ButtUgly Windmill--06-23-2016--NW of Crystal Lake--IA

I took this from the driver's window of the Cashmere with the motor off. In the recording you can hear a hissing sound. It did not come from me or the car. It had to have come from outside the car. Listen to the sounds of the windmill. All of that noise is from one windmill. Now imagine how hundreds and thousands of those monstrosities sound to the natural inhabitants of Rural Iowa. Do you see any Hawks or birds around?

Something else, do you think that the Big Business Assholes (with pathetic little rotten dicks, and syphilitic asses) that are doing this to our country -- would not rape and ruin and spoil and torture any other planet that they could get their bloated fingers on?

Those farms look like they are being attacked in a War Of The Worlds scenario.

War of the Worlds--Famous Fantastic Mysteries--07-1951--Wikipedia

This looks like the BUWI replacement of the Three Crosses on the hill at Golgotha, where Jesus Christ was crucified. Exactly like the Three Crosses, those ButtUgly Windmills stand for -- DOMINANCE OVER AN OPPRESSED PEOPLE. Whether the conquerors are the Roman Imperials of the past or the ButtUgly Windmill Imperials of today.

How would you like to build a house up there, with all of the Friendly Windmills? Don't you believe the BUWI-Shit? That demands your agreement, that all ButtUgly Windmills are your friends. Quiet neighbors.

More and more and more BUWI ruination of the scenery and landscapes, that the ButtUgly Windmill Imperials tell the city shitheads is not happening. How many BUWI lies have you heard so far?

This gives it all away! This one photograph is evidence of the Deviate Connection to all BUWIs, and to any effort (anywhere) to kill the Natural Universe. Look at a closeup of the machine. What does the label say? 'Progressive' is a Queer Propaganda term. Only Deviates and DemoCraps and dirty-assed Monkeys use Queershit Propaganda Words like 'Progressive' and 'Equality' and 'Sexual Orientation' and 'Liberals'. Definite proof there. Yes, I mean it. Ad agencies are full of Queers.

Can you imagine the amount of noise four of those things make 24/7/52? This is one reason why I have banned Des Aliens. I will never go into a neighborhood of Des Aliens again, unless there are 50 of these things installed in the back yards of the houses in that neighborhood. Period.

BUWI Property -- stay out.

This is as bad as the Skeleton Coast of West Africa. However, as bad as this looks it is not as bad as what is next.

These are pictures of what was once the town of Crystal Lake. It is now reduced and degraded and defamed to the status of a 'BUWI Every Town' -- which means it is just one of the first phase of all towns that MUST BE DOMINATED by ButtUgly Windmills.

Ugly-fied by ButtUgly Windmills.

Look -- the ridiculous fish is still there. Who cares? The lake is empty and it is already late June. The nearby camping area used to be full of tourists and campers. Now only two exist there, and both are White Pasties with BUWI stock. The town is deserted, and I have been here in past Junes when the place was hopping with activity.

Why the lack of tourists? Why the emptiness? Look at the pictures.

What do you see ruining the beauty of the town? What do you see dominating the landscape? WHO THE FUCK WOULD WANT TO VACATION IN A BUWI CEMETERY????

And then, from the same spot, I turned away from the devastation and took a picture of how all of it should still look. Rustic, pastoral, with horizons uncluttered and life un-drained by ButtUgly Windmill Suckers.

Six more scenes of atrocities. Notice that the BUWIs are still killing the area by making more ButtUgly Windmills.

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Fagsny is now happening. The annual gathering of Deviate Fascists that flaunt their dominance and richness in the faces of all of the common people of Iowa -- in the guise of a bicycle ride across Iowa (which by itself is an act of dominance) -- is happening again.

And, guess where. In an election year. Where would the Fagsny Deviates be riding their dildos on wheels during an election year?

Answer: Where there are the least of their own ButtUgly Windmills to be seen and shown in the publicity photographs that the Queer Medias take of their Parade Of Depravity. On a southern route in the southernmost sections of Iowa, where there are few ButtUgly Windmills to cause embarrassing photographs -- that will show the Des Aliens Imperial Fascists in a bad (true) light!!!!

Election year tactics!!!!

Is that why the southern route has been exempted from Death by Ugliness????

Is it a coincidence that on the same day that the Fagsny (formerly Ragbrai) Ride of Perverts started to befoul Iowa, the Queers at the Des Aliens Rearsniffers newsrag claimed (in print) that one year after the Deviates took over the so-called Boy Scouts (and turned it into their favorite Sex Toy Pouts) the so-called Toy Scouts are doing good with enrollments.

What Boy Scouts? That place died years ago. Oh gee -- they must be lying about the corpse of the Boy Scouts -- now the Sex Toys of the SQLD/DemoCraps.

Naw! You don't think a queer fuck newsrag of the DemoCrap Queer Fucks would lie about what the Queer Fucks do -- do you?

Fagsny -- is the world's worst display of assumed anal superiority over Nature and God to ever be performed on bicycles!!!!!

Now watch the Deviates position some fags on bicycles near Atlantic or Adair (which are swamped with ButtUgly Windmills) and take pictures; and then claim that they are on the Fagsny course for this year.

Which brings up an important point.

****IMPORTANT POINT****

Liberals no longer exist. It is all Queershit Coalitions now. Henceforth, I will refer to all non-humans as Queers in general, and to the scum who think that they are the new Master Race as the 'Deviates'. Heil Deviates!!!!

[[Don't look now -- butt the only thing that Queers are equal to is their own Queershit. The same fact applies to all evils, of course.]]

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Iowa.gov

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Here is a typical result of the combination of Total Evil and Political Fakery. This area used to be frequented by fishermen with boats, and I was here to see it. This, and the next three pictures show what looks like a swamp which is completely covered over by weeds and reeds. However, it used to have three ponds in it. That is, until it was invaded by cattails at a time when there was no Human Agency to protect it and remove the invasive species.

The key term there is Invasive Species. You know what an Invasive Species is. You see the things every day. We call them Politicians and Cowards and Political Entities, such as the DNR which is about as far away from a Human Agency dedicated to Nature as any can possibly be. Which explains, of course, why they only hire neuters.

Private BUWI property. As always, there is some dumb and duped farmer somewhere that is so unbelievably stupid that it thinks this is still its land. Nevermore.

I once heard of a crow that used to say that.

A man named Edgar Allen Poe once wrote a poem about a Man and his grief over a lost lover -- the fair maiden named Lenore. The parallel is quite appropriate here. Many a farmer should be grieving over his lost land which will be his -- Nevermore.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-
                Only this, and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;- vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow- sorrow for the lost Lenore-
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
                Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;-
                This it is, and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"- here I opened wide the door;-
                Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"-
                Merely this, and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice:
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore-
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;-
                'Tis the wind and nothing more!"

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door-
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door-
                Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore-
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
                Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning- little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door-
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
                With such name as "Nevermore."

But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered-
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before-
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
                Then the bird said, "Nevermore."

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore-
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
                Of 'Never- nevermore'."

But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore-
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
                Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
                She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee- by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite- respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
                Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted-
On this home by Horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore-
Is there- is there balm in Gilead?- tell me- tell me, I implore!"
                Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us- by that God we both adore-
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
                Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend," I shrieked, upstarting-
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!- quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
                Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
                Shall be lifted- nevermore!

The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe.

http://poestories.com/read/raven

George_Hazelton's The Raven (Edgar Allan Poe) 1908

https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/2/2f/George_Hazelton's_The_Raven_(Edgar_Allan_Poe)_1908.jpg

https://archive.org/details/ravenandpoemspoe_pc_librivox

In the same area was a park that used to be quite popular. On a June day such as this, it was occupied by campers and tourists to such an extent that I used to marvel at where they all came from. Just driving around the small lake here was once a traffic problem with so many kids running about and so many campsites occupied. Indeed, it was so crowded that I never stayed there, preferring my privacy.

Today, it is a ghost town. There was only one person there looking sadly at the lake.

On three sides, the park is surrounded and befouled by ButtUgly Windmills from the fascists at Des Aliens. The southern approach is still open. Because of that one fact, there are still Geese here. They fly in and out of the park via the southern (natural) route.

Empty. The beach here used to be a tourist attraction with people all over the grounds.

The one person here did not even bring a tent with him. What for? Why stay?

Empty in June.

I turned around and began to leave. This place is now a BUWI write off -- a 'BUWI Everywhere'.

Here is the reason why. Not even the most ridiculous of tourists would want to camp out next to those God-Awful things. They surround the park on three sides. It would be like taking a vacation in the parking lot of BUWI Headquarters in Des Aliens.

I laughed out loud when I saw this. What a complete fakery this now is.

Only a Robot would want to spend time in a defiled and defamed place such as this. This is one of the most ludicrous travesties that I have yet to see in Iowa. Only a typical Politician Asshole could think that there are justifications for this crime.

This was once a handsome scene. It was pleasant and attractive and harmonious.

On the way home, I took two more photographs in areas that were not diseased by ButtUgly Windmills; to show how Iowa is supposed to look. Well -- that is to say -- how the Real Iowa is supposed to look. The dirty and demented and vile and greedy vermin in Des Aliens think they own this land, and they can dump on it all they want to. Those creatures think this land should look like their greed wants it to look. Which will change day by day as new opportunities for their Greed Fulfillment arrive from the Big Business Assholes around the world.

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This issue of the defrocking and dis-enfranchisement of the Rural Lands from their owners and their natural worth is just one of the problems that Big Business Assholes are causing to our planet.

I saw a Big Business Asshole recently. It was a typical maleoid white pasty greedy pig, with short hair over a puffy piggy face, and a dominant/impatient attitude, and a Cadillac SUV; and it was driving on Route 30 between Missouri Valley and Denison like it owned the road; and truly it thought it did. To such things as that, the entire world is just something to control and squeeze. Squeeze for money. Squeeze for profits. Squeeze for comforts. And, comforts only come from screwing over everyone else -- except the other Big Business Assholes that have the same attitude. Then, it is a matter of gaming and competition and thievery and what crimes they can get away with. The rest of us -- we are just the fodder under their tires.

Another very urgent problem that Big Business Assholes are causing is the deforestation of the planet. Here are some websites about deforestation >>>>

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Deforestation

http://deforestation.geologist-1011.net/

http://greenliving.lovetoknow.com/What_is_Deforestation

http://blog.cifor.org/12135/clocking-the-worlds-forests

http://forest500.org/

Causes of Deforestation

http://forest500.org/rankings/companies

Companies responsible for Deforestation

http://eschooltoday.com/forests/problems-of-deforestation.html

http://www.statisticbrain.com/tree-deforestation-statistics/

http://rainforests.mongabay.com/defor_index.htm

http://rainforests.mongabay.com/deforestation/

http://rainforests.mongabay.com/deforestation_alpha.html

Deforestation Tables -- Important

https://insideclimatenews.org/news/20090513/beef-prime-cause-deforestation-amazon

http://www.cifor.org/

http://www1.american.edu/ted/ice/haitidef.htm

http://www.nature.com/scitable/blog/our-science/no_trees_no_humans

http://www.rainforestmaker.org/

The planet is truly being burned down. The fires shown on these maps are forest fires deliberately set to clear lands for crops and cattle, and large village fires using wood from forests that have been torn down.

07-2006

07-2007

07-2008

07-2009

07-2010

07-2011

07-2012

07-2013

07-2014

07-2015

07-2016

The above ten maps were created by Jacques Descloitres, and come from this website >>>>

https://lance.modaps.eosdis.nasa.gov/cgi-bin/imagery/firemaps.cgi

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June 25th, early in the morning. This is in Wright County again, along the eastern border. The previous photographs were taken by my Nikon with resolution 6016x4000. The photographs on this day were taken with my Sony (which I use for art purposes) with resolution 3872x2592.

Looking away from the sunrise.

Above is one of the many early morning jets that fly over Iowa.

From ContrailScience.

Notice where Iowa is located.

https://www.metabunk.org/visualizing-flight-paths-above-30-000-feet.t812/page-2

http://contrailscience.com/

Since I was north of Dows, I decided to travel south and get a look at the area.

At Dows I took a simple study of the silos there. A light and contrasts study.

Because of the weather above, I decided to head for that famous pond again, hoping to get there before the thunderstorm that was coming in from the south.

On the way I stopped at some fields.

The Iowa River again, still driving north.

With the storm approaching I arrived at the famous pond and tried to find some insects of any description to photograph. With the rain starting I could only find a Robin and some industrious ants.

Two shots of God's Bow, the Real Colors of Nature and Humanity.

Now the storm closed in overhead and the pictures became harder to take. I kept re-positioning the Cashmere so I could shoot from inside and keep the lens dry.

I should repeat that in most cases I had to turn the green down in these photographs during editing. The cameras (Sony or Nikon) become overwhelmed by the 'Greenness' of this countryside. They just cannot achieve a proper saturation rate.

July 11th, west of Wright County; right along the border between Humboldt and Kossuth County. This was not a day in which I expected to take a lot of pictures.

Looking towards Luverne.

A vulture takes an interest in me for a while. I get out and speak loudly to it, giving it directions to Des Aliens.

The vulture listens to me while circling, and then flies towards Des Aliens.

I proceed to Luverne.

East of Luverne I start to wander north and east randomly.

I ended up back in Wright County again. I wasn't really into going very far this day. However, the opportunity arose to take some videos of the county, and I ended up spending long hours trying to get some.

July 12th and 13th, nighttime in the Eagle Grove area. My intention is to find some place where I can get a good view of the Milky Way Galaxy (ours). I am using the Nikon camera again with the 18-140mm lens.

This, and the next four shots are aimed at Eagle Grove with the Moon overhead. I try to take the pictures at different time delays to show the effects. You will have to turn all of the lights out in your room to see these properly. I did not alter the lighting of the photos to make them look better in full light.

This one was taken at 2.5 seconds time delay, using a tripod.

3 seconds time delay.

4 seconds.

4 seconds.

4 seconds.

5 seconds. Now looking at Goldfield.

8 seconds.

Milky Way Galaxy.

Milky Way Galaxy. There is a story to this. I found a place where there was not too much ambient light and the Milky Way was very visible. I got out my tripod and set up the camera; then I started to take a lot of time delayed (30 second) photographs. I was completely alone out there for hours, of course. No automobiles of any kind. There were some dark farms in the distances, but there was no one else out there at all. Just me and the camera and the Milky Way -- and -- a herd of cows that I had inadvertently woken up when I stopped. For hours they berated me with loud voices that would wake the dead. They were truly and genuinely pissed off, and voiced their anger at me. Meanwhile, while I was trying to ignore them, and then I was shouting back at them (while the exposures were being taken) -- there was a Raccoon near to me, down in a stream, cracking shells with a rock like some old shoe smith working late at night in his shop on the King's Shoes. I watched him for a long time, while the exposures were being taken. He just sat there with his ass on a sand bank and banged on shells (that he had placed on a large boulder in the sand) with a rock; opening them and eating the contents. Then he did something that is not supposed to be possible according to the Science Priests. He picked up one rock with one hand and placed it onto a shell that was difficult to open, and then grabbed up another (larger) rock with the other hand and slammed it down on the first rock. Just like a hammer and a chisel it worked and the shell cracked. He was eating the contents when a Hawk arrived and began to screech at everyone. The cows had simmered down a bit (to loud grunts) and now they began their bellowing again in earnest. This went on for the hours that I was there. I should have used the opportunity to exercise my best Bull Moose calls. But those cows don't even know what a Moose is. You know about Bull Mooses and cows -- right? Did I tell you that one? True story.

You will notice in these photos, all taken at 30 seconds, that in such a short time the stars actually move in the sky; leaving short streaks instead of dots of light.

The stars are NOT moving in the sky. The planet is moving. The Earth is rotating constantly, such that as you stand anywhere on the Earth you are carried towards what we call the 'East'. Hence, any celestial object that you see in the night skies is being taken out of your view towards the 'West'. This is the simple explanation of why the Sun and Moon rise in the 'East' and set in the 'West'. Neither is moving at such a rate. The perception of movement is caused by the rotation of the planet towards the 'East'. Literally, the Earth will rotate you into a position where you can see the Sun and Moon rise in the 'East, and carry you 'eastwards' until the Sun and Moon are carried out of your view to the 'West'.

Milky Way Galaxy. The line in the southeast quarter is from the flashing lights of an aircraft.

Out here in a storm this is one sign you do not want to see. Roads that are not plowed in the winter are usually less rocked and solid than the others.

I took a fast look at the dashboard of the Cashmere. It was 02:55 hours on the morning of the 13th.

A typical intersection in the night. Too crowded for me.

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Markel Peters

https://www.voices-of-iowa.blogspot.com/

https://www.voices-of-iowa-concise.blogspot.com/