On being asked already why I have not mentioned Trump
or politics yet in my new blog, which is only four entries deep after I
complete this one, I will say this: that man permeates way too much of our
culture already, written or otherwise, and not in a positive way, and I am not
going to use this space for a continuing discussion or analysis of his possibly
country-crashing circus. It’s not that I am not extremely concerned—I won’t
even emote here prolifically to qualify that. Suffice it to say, around
Douglasville where I live, if the Trump bumper-stickers emitted tractor beams,
we could all be towed wherever we pleased all over town without spending money
on the constantly fluctuating prices of petrol. Regardless of how the Electoral
College functions, or despite the value of the vote or vote-tampering by
foreign bodies, the general scuttlebutt and feel of where I live demonstrates
that the fellas and damsels around here wanted that man for their president. He
has overtaken the White House like a cross between The Blob and Jabba the Hut,
but my forum is no White House—it’s more like a dirty pub in the middle of an
ancient library which serves great burgers and has an underground passage to an
indie-rock club located in a planetarium/observatory, and I am sure he would be
as uninterested in coming here as he is unwelcome to in the first place.
That being said, I fell asleep yesterday afternoon for
a short nap—set an alarm and all that. I had begun listening to a Youtube
documentary about MK Ultra programs in anticipation of the second season of
STRANGER THINGS before my nap, and I lied on the couch and just let it keep
going. The video was only about an hour long, and so was my nap, so it was over
when I woke up to do some more work. About the time I fell asleep, they were
discussing deprivation tactics in combination with sodium pentothal and LSD in
order to manipulate, control, or create a Manchurian Candidate or for the
purpose of truth serum technology for primarily Cold War spy issues and
Russians…wait, now I am thinking of Trump again. Okay, so, here is the weird
part…
While I power-napped, I had a weird dream about Courtney
Love. She and I were lying on what seemed to be a hotel room bed, both naked
from the waist up and talking. We were both very young in the dream—I am 45,
and she is currently 53—and I remember thinking that we both looked pretty
good. We seemed to be in our twenties in dreamland, but I was not aroused or
attracted to her. She kept talking about going to Jack-In-The-Box, and I was
explaining to her that we don’t have those around here—she was not pleased. She
also mentioned that she needed to go makeup shopping, but that I need not
accompany her, and we had a Galaga arcade terminal in the room in the corner,
so I told her I was content to stay and play free Galaga. About that time, my
dream ended due to the alarm, and the Youtube program had already proceeded to
the next video in its endless MK Ultra loop, which, in and of itself, could
most likely also be used in a deprivation experiment for programming an
individual.
So, anyway, I had a random thought about Courtney Love
and MK Ultra—like I said, it gets weird. I simply started googling Courtney
Love and the CIA, MK Ultra, Project Monarch, etc. All sorts of stranger things
emerged from the Cloud—by the time I spent about twenty minutes on this
search, I went down some pretty dark territory which you can look into yourself.
The gist of it is that Love’s father was involved with these programs, and the
conspiranatics postulate that she was activated as a Manchurian Candidate to
kill Cobain for his agenda of encouraging creativity, personal freedoms, gender
equality and gender identity respect, and general punk rock aesthetic of free
thought. Of course, the more I looked, and I forced myself to stop looking, the
crazier it got, and I will warn you there is some dark territory to be found on
this search. Oh, right, why is this weird?
I postulated that, obviously, one of the shows had been speaking about the MK Ultra/Courtney Love connection, and so I must have incorporated it into my dreams by over-hearing. I went back and re-watched the two programs which had
played during my short nap—one in its entirety, and the other which had just
begun when I woke. Neither of them ever mentioned Courtney Love, ever, but one
of them did mention the use of psychedelic and rock music as means of mass
programming of youth culture. I know I could have somewhere or subconsciously
picked up on the supposed MK Ultra/Courtney Love connection—however, you need
to understand—I was obsessed with Nirvana when Cobain died and was in college
learning to play guitar by covering their songs. I read everything I could get
my hands on about his death and have watched several documentaries over the
decades, but it never occurred to me that he was a government hit by his wife
who was manipulated from a young age by the CIA—you know what I mean? I never heard of this conspiracy theory before, and my friends will tell you I've been into conspiracy theories for entertainment value for years.
Then it occurred to me—the surrealism of the current
White House and administration makes it possible for me to think, even on a
subconscious level and in my dreams, that any weird conspiracy may be viable. Then, the
zeitgeist which has already picked this up makes it pretty easy for me to, most
likely, google anything beside or with “MK Ultra” and get a result—to test this, I just
picked a random word from my brain—“kangaroo”. Unbelievable…see just the links below...there was a lot more...many more white rabbit holes, if you know what I mean...
Incidentally, I finish this entry just wishing that Galaga console was here--I've got my Catcher In The Rye, my tin-foil hat, and my cyanide fake tooth, but I just want my ship to get captured and rescued so I can kick ass in the bonus round.
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