I walked though an eldritch cult center today. On the right is a school, a masonic lodge. On the left, across the street is the police and fire departments, post #1400 of The Knights of Columbus, behind a Lutheran Charity center and two banks. This is an old town, this the high street on the ridge overlooking the Ohio to the west and the hollow to the east. The streets are yet cobblestone, the house I stay in built in the 1890s. Places of power such as this, where various cult houses jostle with mansions, are portals of a sort through which the ascendant steersmen and human steers of civilization are funneled up the meat-chute of souls into consumption and oblivion. I do contend, that an evil god yawns for the souls so devoured in this iniquitous fold.

Wherever I go in this branded land, I look for the largest flags denoting loyalty to the National Cult, to old Palatine Rome, USG. This particular titan, this terrestrial god, sometimes masquerading as Uncle Sam, some times as “a force for good,” but always operating in the interest of money above all, as the chief and universal good, the balm of all fears and the means of all things under heaven, is most surely denoted by its flag, the Stars and Stripes. [1] As I made this walk I had in mind the recent news show I viewed with Rick, in which American flags were burned, Mexican flags were waved, and the Temporary King soon to be ushered off into history by the term limits imposed only upon chief executives, but never upon the oligarch senate and congress, spoke of Flag Day, that it would “be big.”

And there it was, the flag, not as large as most car dealership flags. Across the nation no military base or government building has a flag larger than car dealership flags. This place, however, is modestly flagged, it being a Pre-Owned car center, an embarrassment such that the sellers of used cars in the land of the perpetually new, have done away with actuality, and presented a fantasy, that no driver “used” this car, but merely owned it. Used care salesmen are legendary scumbags. However, this rebranding has been necessary, uniquely, in this, the most propagandized nation in history:

Plantations are posthumously re-branded as Colonies.

Servants are re-branded as “Indentured Servants.”

Christians and Jеws become whites like magic.

Tribes become generic Indians, then Natives, then First Nations, then indigenous.

Slaves of all races become Negroes, then black, then colored, then African-American…

The War Department became the Department of Defense right at that point in time when 100 years yawned since a threat to American soil and USG was going on the world wide offensive as an empire. [2]

Without a lie it seems American thoughts are incapable of processing their dim awareness down to the hunger for increased quality and quantity of consumption, the increased needs for comfort, safety, pleasure and obsessive distraction baked into the American cake.

A fag or faɡgot, once a stick metaphor for a wimp who could not stand alone, has become a homosexual slur.

Recently there has been an ominous acceleration of re-branding, of re-tooling the emotions of the mass mind since 2020:

Gene therapy has become vaϲϲination.

Funeral homes have become celebration of life centers.

Used things have become pre-owned.

These examples offer suggestions as to how we are managed.

The idea that most people are capable of critical thinking is a falsehood that was pumped into us around 1970 in public schools, which had teachers indoctrinating us into the opposite, into worship of The State as a sacred civic space. This has peeled away as something of a joke. For those few who possess this ability, people who I know who are much smarter than I and highly educated, I have noted that critical thinking has too been hijacked by the prime steerage principle.

The Prime Steerage Principle is to implant a lie cued emotion in the person. A fact cued motion will not work a fraction as well. Thereafter that emotion provides the center of gravity for reasoning faculties possessed, or developed, by the thinker. This gives steerage influence, most often control, over the thinking minority, to as great and extent as it has over the unthinking majority. The unthinking majority, including nearly all women and youths, most elders returned to a childlike state, as well as most people of color, is a vast contradictory mob. The individuals in this mob only have enough reasoning ability to crudely affirm their already implanted emotions and are slaves to whatever media they consume.

The thinking minority, mostly educated, have been trained to use thought only to argue, through debate, which is prominent in high tier classes geared towards social sciences. Debate is now the standard form of discourse, growing so rancorous as to require the parties to be separated on different media platforms so as to argue with recorded images of their opponents. This is now standard, and no one I know has noticed it.

The most brilliant people I know, use their formidable minds, mostly, to reinforce their emotional beliefs. This seems little more than steersmen calibrating the ear of the steer to the sound of the cowbell leading them to slaughter. I suspect that pure reason exists only in divine spaces. In those temporary places where we are harrowed, herded, hunted, farmed and otherwise converted into Human Resources, I have come to suspect we have been deprived of reason except in conclave:

-Some few odd fellows might exercise reason in private as a means of preserving an inner will.

-Certainly, covens of beastly thinkers serve the unknown masters of our masters through the exercise of pure reason, which must crush the exercise of reason corruptly descending from emotion.

Government persons, will be almost entirely slaves to emotion, with reason limited to the function of those services that define them. These agents of the state are in no way included in this notion of mercenaries of thought, the “beastly thinkers” mentioned above.

In future, for those interested in reasoning and not just cheering for this team or that, I suggest a few cues that will tell you that you are being lied to in such a way as to trigger an emotion that is within you, that has been placed there as your cerebral nose ring:

-1. Any word that has been coined in your life time, has no real meaning and is merely a point of control affixed to your mind.

-2. A word coined or having its meaning reversed within whatever sacral 4 year USG cycle you are being sucked through, has been introduced as a means of damaging your mind now.

Words that only exist as a means of controlling or harming you include:

-3. need, needs, needful

-4. safe, safety, secure, security, protection

-5. care, healthcare, welfare, service, comfort, comfortable

-6. Information, dysinformation, misinformation, malinformation

-7. money and all of its attendant aspects is the nose ring attached to our steer snouts, as well as the penis/nipple ring attached to the privates of steersmen and steerswhores to keep them in line. The most bound brothers in political, religious and even masculine causes will always, ever and forever, break ranks and betray each other for money. The god apparent in our lives, that greasy greenbacked titan snake slithering through our pockets and digital devices, is more apt to come between us and those we love and strive with, than anything.

This weird writer suggests only this, that we are so easily steered by our masters because we have exchanged God Above for the god below. The founding fornication of America is debauched in USG iconography on Uncle Sham’s currency. Whenever you wonder as to the depth of USG conspiracy unfold a legal tender note and behold the eye of Leviathan, the Worldgird Worm.

Notes

-1. I love the sight of this flag, as it sends a thrill of dread through my whimpering soul, reminding me that i am a bug under the shadow of a descending boot heel. I rise to worship it at ball games, fights and powwows more quickly than any retired USG serviceman.

-2. I proof this article on 10/12/25, and am informed that we have a War Department again! Perhaps the fabric of the oft dyed lie is wearing too thin even for it's wielders.