I wrote this EP after a month break from Ableton. After experiencing problems with my hard drives, I took a rest-bit from technology and focused on paintings, drawings, pastels, and videography. This analog process of creation allowed the mind to recover from digital overload. A nature break, we’ll say.
Returning to Ableton, I focused on ambient auras and decapitating decibels of bass. I’m continuing the exploration of the dark and glitched. Punishing malfunctions and borderline bad beats. Teetering the line between heady, introspective sound design and flat out noise. I thank my listeners for taking a chance, braving the corrupted collisions and whirlpools of wub.
“Halftime Homers” and “I could use a lil USAID” are two of my favorite tracks I’ve written, and tracks like “Jungle Garbage” are attempts to solidify myself into the genre of experimental bass.
I still have a lot of work. Much producing to be done.
But… I’m beginning to see the fruits of my labor. The hard work is paying off, judging by the results of these tracks.
“Naive-Expressionism”, the name of the EP, is the genre of art I classify myself.
From beats cooked in 2-3 hours, drawing and paintings done in mass, to the warfare of words; the majority of my art is produced in a barrage of emotion and represents the “outsider artist” – untrained and self-taught. Utilizing my sensitivity, I attempt to dispel my creative output like a hand-twisted sponge, dousing the canvas in the raw and gritty.
Releasing the project yesterday on my 30th birthday, I felt compelled to provide an honest representation of my production skills, and sat down over the course of a week and produced the “NAIVE EXPRESSIONISM EP”.
Producing electronic music is not achieved overnight, despite my intentions.
A process of learning sound design, composition, software, music theory, file management, mixing, mastering. Marketing. Over the past year, I’ve uploaded all finished tracks to provide a representation of my process. A “started from the bottom” proof of purchase.
Personally, I don’t think people understand the difficulty of producing electronic music. I know I didn’t. And by providing an honest journey, maybe others won’t be dissuaded from sticking with the art. It takes time, really.
The portfolio also proves that I don’t require any ghost producers.
I am self-taught, self produced. The proof is in the pudding.
US taxpayer dollars were going to be spent on the following items, all which have been cancelled: – $10M for "Mozambique voluntary medical male circumcision" – $9.7M for UC Berkeley to develop "a cohort of Cambodian youth with enterprise driven skills" – $2.3M for "strengthening…
Unless you’ve been living under a rock for the past month or succumb to a daily prescription of ignorance, a sedative most likely, then you’re well aware of @DOGE: Short for the Department of Government Efficiency.
DOGE: A promise to cut waste and expose government corruption, vocalized by President Trump and Elon Musk during the presidential campaign, and further escalated with the establishment of DOGE upon a 2024 election victory. Was the search and seizure of USAID a blindside to American voters? Hardly, we voted to cut government waste, to turn the gun on the system blowing US tax dollars, but we didn’t realize how quick Musk and Trump would race to collapse USAID. We’re not used to government efficiency or speed.
A comparison from the year 2000 compared to today on the U.S. National Debt Clock reveals shocking discoveries like 2000’s $5.7 trillion national debt compared to today’s $36 trillion. The more than doubling of our military spending, and a $1.7 trillion dollar federal spending compared to today’s $7.1 trillion. Social security and federal healthcare costs quadrupled over the twenty five year period. The debt per citizen reaching $107,211 compared to 2000’s $20,385. Does anybody see the benefits to the outrageous expansion of government? The destruction of the dollar? Does anybody else notice the deterioration of our entire society?
Despite the more obvious: wars funded in Afghanistan and Iraq, Ukraine, Israel and Gaza, bombing the Houthis’s in Africa, the catastrophe of mass spending during covid, and an overall mismanagement of the dollar, it appears for the past sixty years, since the origin of USAID – U.S. foreign interests were funded and laundered through a rogue bureaucracy.
Did these programs even exist? Receive funding? What was the true purpose of funding $10M for “Mozambique voluntary medical male circumcision”, as we’ve learned the Central Intelligence Agency buries dirty laundry in the bottom of the hamper that is USAID. We’re learning the right raped USAID in the name of national security and national interests; spying and regime change, and the left lured USAID into woke agendas and spread socialism, primarily to destabilize the government’s political opponents. USAID relation to worker’s strikes, riots, anti-government transgenderism, and the squashing of political opponents through purchasing judges, prosecutors, and the media is further expanded upon by expert Mike Benz, who recently appeared on The Shawn Ryan Show, Joe Rogan, and Tucker Carlson this week to unmask the monster of USAID. Benz who also discusses the role of USAID in mass migration (1.5 billion to 200 NGOs responsible for comfortable migration process), the weaponization of transgenders for regime change, even to the US taxpayer funded impeachment of Donald Trump.
A lot of the USAID funding ties back to our discussions of narcissism, and weaponizing moral or woke agendas to capture the hearts and minds of a political movement. Authoritarian progressivism. An MK-ULTRA level brainwashing contrived of transgender acceptance, sensitivity to migrants, and female reproductive rights. A trojan horse. Double Agent. Boogeyman. But behind the mask of the movement is NOT a well intentioned, morally motivated good samaritan. Instead we’re witnessing the cloak and dagger. The snake in the grass. The narcissism.
Power hungry elites like George and Alex Soros, Klaus Schwab. The New World Order with crosshairs on civilization. A pump and dump scheme of buying corrupt politicians, wreaking moral and physical havoc on society, only to return and claim the ashes. An attempt to create a power vacuum beckoning the seizure of personal rights and liberties. Communism at its core. A disintegration of the state to implement globalization. A one world government devised by secret societies and the wealthy elite.
The sentiment seems a bit far out, but for conspiracy theorists and independent journalists, the uncovering of USAID is a grand slam, home run. A peak into the weaponization of state funded media against political opponents, a peak into censorship, and potentially the excavating of the treasure chest; the origins of COVID-19. A bombshell, Mike Benz is quoted in podcasts saying the lengths of the uncovering will take fifty plus years. No shortage of material, only a shortage of reliable and un-bought, investigative journalists. Non-NPCs willing to put names and careers in the crosshairs of the elites.
Journalists like Matt Taibbi, Walter Kirn, Michael Shellenberger, and Glenn Greenwald. Reliable, independent, and established news providers in the age of “Mis/Disinformation”. Journalists whose wall of information surpasses the whit and manipulation of Squealer The Pig: the mainstream media.
X.com proves a fierce weapon against the global elites, politicians, and puppets who dream of controlled conversations, internet ineptitude, and barbed wire fences. X not only serves as the database for DOGE’s transparency, but utilizes the “town square” backbone to generate conversation between users, incentivizes citizen journalism, provides space for uncensored media uploads, and factual immediacy with Grok 2 and community notes. Without X, the narrative would change at the wand of elites who own almost every media company.
When people say Elon saved western civilization, are they dick sucking, kiss assing, elite worshipping? Or did the man buy the last remaining sliver of free speech on social media? As a regular Meta user, who faces restrictions and censorship, who couldn’t advertise political content, I’d argue yes.
Try pushing the RussiaGate hoax with modern day X, censoring a president, removing accounts spreading the Hunter Biden laptop. Maybe on twitter, but not X. X is pivotal in the fight for free speech aka the fight for freedom. And when I see J.D. Vance clamp down on our allies at Munich over freedom of speech abuse and the unclear, dystopian future of Europe, I can’t help but find the lunacy in labeling this administration “a bunch of fascists”.
Fascists like free speech?
The same people screaming ‘fascist’ are the same people marching in anti-DOGE protests funded by the perpetrators of USAID corruption.
A complete fucking brainwash.
Because remember, the same methods of propaganda aimed oversees are being utilized against US citizens. This is the heart of USAID corruption: The Civil Wing of the Military Industrial Complex. Media manipulation.
And remember, we voted for Musk and Trump to gut USAID, the federal reserve, the pentagon.
What’s the worry? Musk’s going to steal our private information? The same information he could’ve stolen a million times over at the head of PayPal? Musk’s going to build an oligarchy, removing any competitors while undoing the tight restrictions of DEI and government regulation? I find this difficult to believe. Elon also doesn’t strike me as a narcissist. Which may anger many of you.
So while the mainstream media calls an end to consitutional law, urges people to the streets, and wages war against Trump and Musk.
Maybe it’s time to start asking what the mainstream media’s done for you?
Does the media give you a picture perfect perspective of the world, or are you willingly falling into the hands of the puppet master?
After nearly a month inside a psychiatric hospital, I found it tricky returning to Ableton. While I didn’t ‘forget how to produce’, my skills were rusty and I was forced to find my footing. The order of the tracks is the order each song was created, showcasing my transition from the hospital and back into reality. From a rough patch to some of my more interesting material; the half an hour EP is a showcase of where I stand currently as a producer, hiccups and all.
While not originally satisfied with the project, I didnt promote anything. However, after a few more listens, I’m ready to create videos and begin the process of marketing and showcasing thebadboob.com, once again.
The EP is a mixture of neurohop-glitchhop influences, to the more experimental and IDM side of bass music. All the while taking note of OTT in the world of dubstep. It’s my most aggressive and ambitious project to date; centering on punishing high ends and quaking lows, the project is a glitch-nightmare, showcasing new techniques in sound design and composition. Also, shouts out ZONE DRUMZ for the sample pack. Despite my desire to learn complicated from patters, sometimes a loop from ZONE DRUMZ breathes life into my projects. Thanks again.
I was hospitalized. Snatched by the police and placed inside the nearest psychiatric ward. While I couldn’t produce music or videos, my summer drawing rebounded and was not in vain. No computer or camera, instead crayons and pastels. I created roughly 244 drawings and uploaded here on my website.
(Also available on Instagram)
I’ve expanded upon my raw cartoon/doodle style into a genre I’ve coined “naive-expressionism”. The combination of self-taught, childish aesthetics with an aggressive, unrelenting barrage of emotion similar to the Neo-expressionists and artists like Basquiat and Karel Appel. The designs are intuitive and raw, showcasing the importance of “staying present” and “aware”. This art style is also a release of negative upon a canvas or paper.
A safer target than practiced in the past.
Stay tuned for more pastel drawings and paintings. I’ve discovered my style. The drawings produce themselves and I’ll accumulate between 5-20 pictures daily, although I switch between faces and childish landscapes, to darker cartoons and graffiti tags. Each art style requires the same energy of spontaneity, living in the moment, and pure creativity. Although the different themes allow an exploration of different emotions, ranging from pure anger and rage to longing and stillness, to peace and tranquility.
Interested in purchasing a piece of art? From watercolors, to pastels and crayons, to paints: all of my artwork is available for purchase, and many are framed and ready to go at your convenience.
A series of angry essays. Why? Primarily because my parents were molesting my finances. Things were tough with election season. Overstimulation from the neighborhood, various events. Whether its the cops looking for a criminal. Fights in nearby households. Whatever, I’m tapping into events. Furthermore, I’m tapping into personal conflicts before they happen. Fights with my parents, typically. I use cannabis— never been able to find a suitable living spot to calm the intensity. The cannabis keeps me motivated, productive and allows me to fight through the vibration which leaves me sick, lethargic. It’s no surprise to my parents I require money for the cannabis. Its what I’ve always used and doesn’t carry the pharmaceutical side effects. No creativity, no sex drive (related), no will power. Complacency, ill.
Sometimes I go over the budget, but sometimes I get hit with additional costs in life. Mainly periods of time when I don’t sleep. Overstimulation, incoming events, whether national headlines, personal conflicts, or something in the neighborhood. Trembling, shaking. Things become physical, more involved. I eat more frequently, gut brain. There aren’t many remedies besides concentrated cannabis, munchies on munchies. I know when I’m tapped into something because I wake up at five in the morning, starving.
When I ask for help and i’m refused, there’s not much I can do. Not much I can do when the vibrations are blanketing the air. Not much I can do when i’m hunched over ninety degrees. “Make more art” my therapist and I thought. Wrong. Despite drawing after drawing. Despite track after track. Essays too. There’s no relief. I’m tapped into something, and it has the ability to shutdown my days.
There’s no security in the weekly allowance, because my parents have full control. Typically my mother has full control, which means there’s no wiggle room, despite being moved to a troublesome location. It was a rentable VRBO. Was I allowed to rent the VRBO for a night or two before a literal purchase? No. That’s too much. Now i’m overstimulated everyday. Who cares, I guess. A fight on social media has the ability to cause shaking attacks, trembling. What does a traumatic event in the neighborhood accomplish? Who knows. Assassination attempts on presidential candidate who working class people are reliant? In the Poconos?
Parents threatened to remove my allowance entirely after posting the “Coming Clean” essay. I fought back and argued its my story and my life and there’s an important message underneath, but they didn’t want to hear anything and are obsessed with the “family’s preservation”. So after thinking about the consequences, I removed the blog from my website. Fast forward, here I am again, not able to grocery shop, buy my cannabis, pay my subscriptions because they’ve refused my allowance despite granting their wishes. What’s the point in taking down the blog and staying quiet? What’s the point in repeating this cycle over and over again?
There’s no reason to keep the blog removed if they aren’t going to keep their end of the bargain.
THE BADBOOB, that’s how they like me. Causing problems, dysfunction. Giving their boring, loveless lives some entertainment because the house is quiet. Is that their motive, the goal with fucking with my finances? To cause an uproar at the cost of everybody around them? Who knows, but I certainly never rule out the option. How can I?
So here I am, they haven’t sent the allowance. Won’t answer my call. Won’t answer my text message. I removed the blog and for what? So they can exert power and control over my situation?
No I can’t work a job — extremely intuitive, psychic. If my mom loved me as a child, she would’ve communicated my gift to my father and opted to live in the countryside, away from the cities, away from the busy roads, away from the noise. Helped me develop and understand the gift. What’s the role of parents after all? Anything to do with helping develop your children, their personalities, their gifts. Their skills, their boundaries. Helping the child to understand their place in the world? What a load of shit!
“She probably didn’t notice”. Children are dependent. Children need caretakers. Observers. I find it difficult to believe a mother doesn’t observe her child’s personality, especially when I’m saying things like “why do I feel this warm feeling in my chest” or “why do I feel sick and upset right now”? Imagine being told to lie to yourself every time you feel an intuitive hunch. For year after year after year. Since the days of your birth. Programming your mind to never trust itself, ever. So here I am. Basically recovering from mental illness. Bad programming. A virus.
The other perspective? The one I find on reddit.com/r/empaths? I have the intuition because I come from a family of liars. Intuition reads through the lines, the bullshit, and into the truth. God’s own lie detector. Intuitive empaths often originate in broken homes, a response to dealing with an uncertain environment. A theory. Certainly.
YOU WENT TO SCHOOL! And I returned home everyday, overwhelmed with energy, told I was “being too much” or “bipolar” because of my shifting moods, shifting vibrations. Broken windows, punching walls, throwing objects, temper tantrums. Behinds the scenes activity.
YOU WENT TO COLLEGE! And I was medicated to fucking shit and spent the majority of my freshman year going to the emergency room with medication side effects getting IV’s stuck in my arm, catheters stuffed down my penis, mediations lunged into my throat. Anti psychotics, anti depressants, Benzodiazepines which were stripped cold turkey. Narcissistic doctor.
If you removed the posters in my college bedrooms, you’d find the knuckles marking plaster.
I did work in high paced restaurants seating twelve hundred reservations on holidays, and I actually enjoyed the chaos and intensity. But its detrimental to my health longterm, mounting sleepless nights on sleepless nights. Remember, my schedule is insane. A terrible vibration forfeits all sleep and working on zero hours takes its toll. It’s a snowball effect — becoming impossible to pull yourself into any operable health. Even my therapist, the son of a tradesman, mother was a secretary for Jimmy Hoffa, went to prison, who worked from the streets of South Philadelphia and onto the Mainline, Olde City — opened a private practice, said I should focus on art.
So I’m focusing on art but the process leaves me dependent and vulnerable.
A mimicking of childhood. An unescapable past. Oh, and the missing artwork from months at Sheppard Pratt Hospital doesn’t help either. Most likely thrown away. An act of revenge. A cover up. A neatly wrapped package including my art from a mental hospital.
My parents should think about installing my weekly allowance, because word is bond and if they aren’t going to then why should I stop posting blogs, why should I stop telling my story?
It would seem counter productive and extra boot-lickish.
If the blog is re-uploaded, my sister has nobody to blame but my parents, who insist on holding me financially hostage. When all I needed was an extra $70 or so.
*Warning: These are ramblings for myself. I have little to offer you as the reader.*
The tweet is self explanatory. We’ll put my story on pause, opting for another time, another place. Insights into modern psychoanalysis and childhood psycho-sexual development, the importance of understanding the phallic stage, will be ignored. Instead we’ll just make everything awkward and in vain. Everybody wins. How about a private journal? For later? To be continued? There’s a string of events which tie one story to the next. A logical timeline. A sequence. A book maybe? Who knows.
Anyway, I’d prefer not to migrate a website over to Substack. Social media ownership comes and goes. Terms of service — updated, Although Substack’s built a platform on preserving free speech, drawing names like Matt Tabbi, Matthew Shellenberger, Chuck Palanhiuk, Walter Kirn. Controversial, political, and establishment dissidents. The website is easy, maneuverable, and even allows video up to 20GB. A community, an algorithm, an aura of charged thought. A back up, at least, because you can never expect a hacker, intervening authority, or cyber event. Best to never keep all eggs in one basket. WordPress removed my blog within a single day or so of being notified. Substack held their ground. I repeat, Substack held their ground.
However, like I’ve said in previous posts, I’ll be showing people how to create a safer website. A website that preserves free speech, because I don’t think you should have to be dependent on Locals, X, Substack, or other social media platforms. These social media platforms have moderators, owners, investors, opposing interests. Shadow bans, warnings, suspensions, expulsions, surveillance. However, I could totally eat my words and end up using one of these pages in the future.
At the very least, it’s a back up page.
A website allows for the full portfolio: Video, Audio, Store, Blogs, Short Stories. Everything under one umbrella instead of hopping around sites. The goal is creating forums. A possible hangout, a chat for all things related to THEBADBOOB.com. I used to be obsessed with indymogul.com/. The forum page in particular. A website and YouTube channel dedicated to independent filmmakers. I’d hangout on the miscellaneous forum most days, shooting the shit, asking questions, getting to know other filmmakers. This was an impactful era of my life. I moved from RuneScape to Habbo Hotel, and then into the forums of IndyMogul.com.
I’d like to create something similar, unless using Discord is easier. Is Discord easier? Anyway work in progress, I’ve already created a Discord server, but it doesn’t prioritize the website. It’s another off-site application, another thing to remember. Although a chat requires moderation, so we’ll see.
Not a priority.
(Priority) Secure site: WordPress never returned my email. A major red flag and i’m mentioning this here. How can you claim you preserve free speech when you remove a post and threaten actions, yet refuse to return the site owner’s emails. Dumb, the whole thing is dumb. But I needed the litmus test, I was just surprised how quickly the site folded. Incentive to moving to another provider. Tick, tock, tick, tock. Time is counting down for my days on wordpress.com.
I can’t get any writing done in the morning or afternoon because I can’t hear myself think. It’s too loud. I’m picking up the highway and the rest of my neighborhood, the intersecting road between two towns, the trailer park next door. It never ends. A continuous thumping in my stomach, gnawing at my brain, anxiety tracing my nerves. It never ends. In the meantime, push through. Life is narrowing down tasks.
Things still feel terrible. I often feel sick. It never ends. But on the positive, life is narrowing down my tasks. Am I supposed to be writing? Yeah just not about certain subjects apparently. And not in the morning, and not in the afternoon, and you’ll be tired and exhausted by night, but that’s when you can write. At night, after you’ve spent the whole day running from a bad vibe, smoking, tired. Not writing. Great. At night, when everybody’s gone to sleep.
I’m accomplishing a lot. Not.
In fact, I’m hitting walls and slowing down and I don’t really want to shoot movies. And I’m receiving no ideas for writing and I don’t no where to go from here. I’m having a difficult time staying motivated, supposed to be pursuing movies but everything I do is solitary. Solitary.
Where do I have room for other people right now? I don’t. It looks like another dead end.
Difficult. Difficult to write. I start falling asleep while I’m writing because the vibe is so dense, so i’ve gotta smoke concentrated cannabis to continue writing. Everything written on my blog was written under the influence of cannabis. High, stoned, lit. Maybe a couple of the first essays I held back a tiny bit, but I usually wrote the endings stoned. Or started the essay a few hours after a toke. I can’t hear myself think otherwise. I’m trapped. I can’t hear. Myself. Think.
I wrote a short story the other night, but I fucking hate it, so I’m not going to finish it and I’m not going to upload. In fact, it was so terrible it inspired me to write the essay about my childhood trauma. The one that got me in trouble.
“This is an obvious sign I shouldn’t be writing fiction. Time to write the real shit.” I said to myself and began writing essays. I can’t hear myself think most days so its difficult to create a reliable world. I’m stoned, and I often feel terrible and sick to my stomach. I lose interest writing fiction. Why do I want to be responsible for a reader when I can’t keep my thoughts straight? I don’t. Right now my stomach is pounding, I feel nauseas. Sick. It’s nothing new, its everyday. It’ll never end.
Not sure where I go from here. I guess you’re going to get more stoned ramblings, more stoned short stories, more stoned music. More whatever. Can’t wait. Fucking head hurts all the time from a car accident, my eyes do UFO patterns on the computer screen, hands twitch and stutter from permanent injuries. It’s not the worst. I could’ve blown them up with fireworks or something, but they’re still fragile. They still don’t feel great. I’m still a writer, ya know? And I’m reminded of the stupid shit that happened everyday, every fucking time I try and write. And cant event tell my story, cant tell people why my hands are fucked up, can’t tell you what happened. Can’t tell you why I wake up and feel stiffness in my goddman hands everyday and glass shards pointing from my fingers. Anyway, enough complaining, you Jew. Kyke. Get your shit together.
Where do I go from here? I don’t know.
I’m supposed to teach myself how to write again, so as long as I’m behind a computer typing, or a phone tweeting, or a notebook writing. That’s what I’m supposed to be doing. But I’m meeting resistance from physical and mental dimensions here, and honestly, I’m fucking exhausted. It’s been years since I’ve slept in. Years. When was the last time? When I got drugged at rave. And I slept from eleven until noon the next day. Otherwise it’s been almost a decade of constant sleep problems, constant intuitive paralysis. Constant noise and chatter. Constant. Won’t shut up. Screaming. Yelling. Can my neighbors hear me?
In the words of my grandmother, “Annnnnywaaaaaay”.
Movies. Not a priority, right now, probably later. I think its a dead end. Is it a dead end?
Will continue writing music, listening to podcasts and we’ll go from there. I don’t feel myself channeling anything, writing wise. It’s more just ramblings like this.
Creating new roadblocks to prevent fascist, fucktard parents and other narcissistic entities from censoring THEBADBOOB.com. Actively being censored. WordPress.com is a joke. Where do we go from here? I’ve researched a new method to secure the site, soon, and Substack has decided not to censor posts. So I have options. I’ve taken down the blog post on my own accord and have started amassing journals instead, which can/will be published whenever I feel.
For now, a return to short stories, possibly short films but I honestly don’t feel like shooting anything right now. So maybe one day. Difficult to imagine shooting a movie when I don’t have the attention span to watch. I binge movies and then I don’t watch them again for years.
So it’s not a priority.
In the meantime, I’m reinvesting time into my mental and physical health. My hands won’t heal, concussion won’t heal, not getting enough sleep. Maybe I write something, maybe I don’t. Maybe I shoot something, maybe I don’t. Who cares.
I’m not in any rush.
Election season’s over, time to sleep.
Long season, bumpy ride. Long year. Many obstacles. I’m debating whether or not I pursue Substack and Rumble, alternatives. Alternative to shitty WordPress.
Am I responsible for my family’s denial of traumatic events. Hardly.
Am I responsible for their reactions? Hardly.
Do I care about the impact I’ve created? Yeah, wicked cool man.
Maybe you assholes should try therapy, losers.
I’ve worked hard enough over the past year, taking personal time. Peace.
Wednesday, November 6th, 2024 (Thoughts with a few hours of sleep)
Donald Trump is president. We’ll thank a vicious media campaign which resulted in multiple assassination attempts, increased division, and labeling half the country as racist, deplorable, Nazis. You didn’t have to be a psychic to predict the outcome of this election. People are tired, tired of the lies, tired of the bullshit, Tired of the same old.
Tired of ‘The Establishment’.
For years we witnessed Biden’s declining health, for years we were told to keep our mouths shut.
“Quiet,” they whispered, don’t you understand what’s at stake?!”
For years they weaponized Meta, Twitter, Google, and YouTube seizing opportunities to silence the opposition. Thus giving birth to Rumble, X, Truth, the rise of DuckDuckGo and Brave search engines. For years, they prepped tensions overseas, resulting in the escalation of two modern day catastrophes: Ukraine-Gaza, resulting in the death and displacement of millions of lives. For years, corporatists and globalists have pushed authoritarian-progressive policies to usher sensitive, naive-willed individuals into sacrificing their rights in the name of equality.
What’s at stake?
How about the entire fabric of our democracy?
One man’s presence, Trump, weaponized an entire system. Talk about what’s at stake. Hitler they screamed, parading images of Nazi rallies painted against photos of “Make America Great Again” on MSNBC, sewing seeds of hatred, of despicable divisions. Mussolini, Stalin, Hitler; we’ve heard it all.
How does this make any sense when USA Today reports “a realignment among Latino voters – and a smaller shift among black voters in key swing states – helped catapult Donald Trump to his presidential victory over Kamala Harris.” Some Hitler.
People are waking up to the man behind the curtain, the cogs of the machine, the puppet masters, the wealthy elite, the runaway financial institutions, unchecked military might, the oligarchs.
People are waking up.
Money and power have captured politics. Our Freedoms are under attack. Klaus Schwab’s future where you will “own nothing and be happy” inches closer everyday. The Black Rock, State Street, and Vanguard takeover. A future of authoritarian rule, ownership, slavery. A future reduced to anthill colonies, drone enforced work camps, forever wars, and the death of all dreams and ideas.
Dystopian literature exists for a reason. It’s not merely entertainment, but the individual warning from collective experiences, experiences of animalistic brutality, narcissism, chaos and control. Under authoritarianism, humanity descends in human consciousness; lowers in vibration.
Turns out people don’t want Schwab’s “angrier world”, turns out they don’t want the narcissistic hellscape they’ve envisioned for humanity, using puppets like George Soros and the Open Society to remove borders, open crime, and prepare for beckons of totalitarianism.
Fortunately for the New World Order, to capture the minds of woke, sensitive progressives; you just have to wave a gay flag above your firings squads, your death marches, your mass sterilization programs. You just need to convince leftists the other side is mean. Anti-gay, racist. When a majority of policies being rebuked are directed at children: Puberty blockers, surgeries, experimental therapy, enough is enough. Like JD Vance said, “I think we’re going to secure the normal gay guy vote,” because even the LGBTQ+ is beginning to question its narrative, its identity. Most people just wanted the right to marry and the right to be left alone. Not men in women’s prisons, bathrooms, sports. Not childhood castration, sexual indoctrination. You are beginning to see accounts on social media like Gays Against Groomers, Deplorable_Homo, BuckAngel, and Ariella_Scarcella, LGBT who’ve grown tired of extreme policy, childhood indoctrination, and open displays of sexuality. Keep your sexuality in the bedroom, keep your ideology to yourself.
Let children be children. Let women be women, men be men.
You’re not allowed to openly support Donald Trump without being cancelled in the electronic music industry, cancelled, no job, no money, nothing. Starving. How inclusive of the community. How democratic. “Well Trump is a fascist” and if you support Donald Trump that makes you a fascist- a racist, a sexist, a homophobe.
How lame. How….Stupid? The presidential candidate who represents more than half of America. A Nazi?
Is it a victim complex? Telling yourself you’re surrounded by Nazi’s.
A hero complex? Me against the world. Is it paranoia? I’m confused, does anybody have any ideas?
Again, when a majority of black and Latino voters arrive for Donald Trump, it’s considered fascism?
Do extreme leftists want to admit their brainwashing, their MSNBC programming? Do extreme leftists want to admit they’ve been captured by a corporate agenda? Do extreme leftists want to admit they’ve become extreme leftists? Where do extreme leftists get their news from anyway?
Wednesday, November 6 12:09 AM Despite a call from my father threatening to remove finances, kick me from my cabin, and censor my blogs. Despite WordPress removing my post. Despite having to evacuate to Substack temporarily. Despite warnings from my intuition along the way. I tapped into something decent on Monday night, something calm. Unusual given the chaos of the past few years, past few months in particular – election season. Assassination attempts, false attempts, felony charges, media gaslighting, debates, social media uproars, eating the dogs, eating the cats: the collective vibration was intense.
Hunched ninety degrees, injured back, overworked muscles, and from what? From the vibe ahaha, the goddamn vibe. I’m still trying to wrap my head around this, being psychic, but I’ve been tapping into events with increased sensitivity as I’m learning to read my cues.
I believe I tapped into the pending victory of Donald Trump.
How do I know? Judging by the calmness in the air, Appalachian surroundings, blue collar counties. Judging by the glimmer of hope I felt: something is coming. Whether real or imaginary, the people of the community believe in Trump’s arrival.
You can feel it.
Above is a prediction I texted my therapist this morning, Election Day, followed by the negative interaction I suffered with my parents and WordPress. The censored content, my writings. A story I’ve tried telling for over twenty years. Fortunately, I told my Dad to go ahead and attempt the censorship. I all ready doubted WordPress’s ability to safeguard Free Speech, and I was right. Luckily, I’ve been educating new ideas regarding my site and I’m excited to implement these new discoveries. Stay tuned!
I’ll attempt to walk others through this process, creating a platform to best maximize free speech.
In the meantime, if you want a full, uncensored glimpse into my writings; check THEBADBOOB.substack.com.
I’m an intuitive psychic, but I feel emotional energy. Emotional energy allowed me to peak into the victory a few days early; however, I wasn’t confident. Why? Sunday I spent the entire night screaming. My family discovered the blogs and I forgot to stay grounded. I’ll go into what it means to stay grounded. What it means to pick up bad vibrations from across the state, over the mountains, in another town.
I’m putting together a survival guide for sensitive people, empaths, psychics, whatever.
I know something similar exists, The Empath Survival Guide, but I’m going to release my takes for free! Oh boy.
Anyway, here are some thoughts on election night. Things that hurt Democrats:
Lying about Joe’s declining health
Skipping primary elections and installing Kamala Harris
Weaponizing social media and online censorship with the help of FBI & government agencies (Twitterfiles)
Refusing to align with Make America Healthy Again, address poison in foods, drugs, agriculture; labeled right-wing conspiracy
Opened borders to secure amnesty vote, gaslit about border problem for multiple elections and caught red handed. No solutions.
Two forever wars, lost radical left, student vote to Jill Stein
Rising inflation due to government spending, COVID, Ukraine-Israel!
Lying about the origins of COVID, Lockdown regulations, No apology, still no truth.
Backing a political puppet who couldn’t appear on Joe Rogan or Lex Friedman.
Backing a Vice President who appeared to have skeletons in his closet and was caught lying about China. Again, backing puppets who appeared to be controlled.
Attacking third parties by removing candidates from ballots, or refusing to remove candidates from ballots (greatest threat to establishment, destruction of two party system)
Funding sterilization programs against children in the name of Trans Rights
Calling half of America fascists, Nazis, and Hitler sympathizers
Euthanizing Peanut The Squirrel and family
Rape and Jeffrey Epstein allegations weeks before a third election with Donald Trump
Suspect CDC claims regarding McDonalds E.Coli within 24 hours of a Trump campaign stunt, while running alongside RFK JR.
Media attitude and obsession with Donald Trump in general, especially the Tony Hinchcliffe stand-up routine at the MSG rally. The obsession with the Puerto Rico comment.
Obvious inside tension between democrats Joe and Jill vs Establishment
Funded by George/Alex Soros and Open Society
Larry Krasner attacking Elon Musk’s America PAC
Cheney family reunion at the Democratic Party
No worthwhile In-it-to-win-it attitude. See Trump’s McDonalds stunt, Garbage truck, MSG, and three hour script-less rallies, sometimes multiple a day in different states.
I’ll continue to add more notes when I think about more reasons why I dislike the current Democratic Party, but these are a few takeaways that come to mind. Reasons why Kamala Harris lost. Hopefully Trump’s learned from his previous mistakes, appointing a worthwhile cabinet to influence the day to day lives of the United States of America. High hopes given his circle of election endorsements. Here’s to defeating a runaway establishment hijacked by the corporatists, globalists, greedy fuckers. Here’s to a future without the drunken Kamala cackle, the Stiletto toed Tim Walz. Here’s to a future.
NOTE: I really wasn’t a fan of Harris/Walz energy and much prefer the narcissist, Donald Trump. Insane, right? But life is multidimensional, complex. Important to remember. Hopefully this country can put aside their differences, sit around the discussion table, and make some worthwhile changes. World depends on it.
Appears my blog, Coming Clean, is censored for “inappropriate interactions of minors”. The work of my parents – all ready attempting to censor my blog posts and it’s only been one year. Typical. A temporary roadblock, if anything.
Stay tuned for updates regarding the site, will be addressing censorship concerns and honestly, I’m glad we stumbled upon this challenge early. I don’t plan on being any less controversial, any less myself, and I’d rather receive the warning early especially in my attempt to push a message.
If you’d like to follow my blog, THEBADBOOB.SUBSTACK.COM will remain uncensored for now.
I am appealing the WordPress decision currently, attempting to preach my case and win the right to post my content. There is nothing more important than free speech. Nothing more important than your ability to express yourself. Even hundreds of miles away from my parents, they are still punishing my ability to speak freely.
I’m sorry if people are ‘offended’ or ’embarrassed’ by the content. The importance of ending this generational trauma is too important, helping others understand similar traumas, spread psychosexual education, raise awareness to psychedelics and the unconscious minds, narcissism. This is all too important for me. And I’ve gotta tell my whole story to remain credible.
Honesty is the best policy.
I come from a home where you’re not allowed to tell the truth, speak your emotions, your mind. I come from a home where trauma never happened, where we don’t talk about things, because again, they never ever happened. I come from a home where we stay silent, mouths closed, eyes shut, deaf, dumb, and blind. Quiet. I come from a home where you fall in line or else.
Well I’m of tired of staying silent, tired of being told I’m wrong, tired of being told I’m a liar, I’m crazy, I’m insane. Tired of being told what I can or can’t say. Tired. I’m fucking tired.
I will secure a free speech platform and I will write like hell, since it’s what everybody wants the least.
THE BADBOOB 