CLICK5: Hoves Into View…

A Fourth Turning Tale – Enter The Goddess… Is That Stage Left Or Stage Right?

This week, Dear Reader, I have been mostly learning my left from my right…

*I hadn’t really thought about it before, Clicky, but it’s obvious that stage directions apply to the actors in a stage production and not the audience enthralled by it. I mean, duh..*

… Clicky put up a post the weekend before last about the Triple Goddess, who represents the three stages of womanhood – the Maiden, the Mother and the Crone…

*Robert Graves? Interesting, he wrote ‘I Claudius’, the most perfectly executed novel to play ever televised…*

… All three aspects of the Triple Goddess have grabbed social media participants’ attention in recent weeks and months – which also included the Moon fully blocking out the Sun in a total solar eclipse – and I can’t help but think that we social media users, as an audience, are participating in a production of sorts. But to what end and who is directing it? As Hamlet said, ‘the play’s the thing’…

*Yeah, kinda, but with the direction and camera work from ‘I, Claudius’. The camera in that represents both the audience (it’s what we see), and an ‘actor’, as directed…*

*Great show… Hey, Clicky, the Roman version of the Triple Goddess was Diana. What was Emperor Claudius’ relationship with her?*

*Wow. So, Claudius was like the first male feminist? You do know he was an embarrassment to his mother, dismissed by his grandmother, got married four times, cucked by two of his wives and murdered by the last. Kinda makes ya think…*

… I mean, just take the tweet, below, Dear Reader, that just appeared on my X-feed…

… The tweeter suggests to his male followers/readers that they can measure their wives, and by extension girlfriends, against the three aspects of the Triple Goddess playing out in the news and on social media. Sydney Sweeney is the Maiden, Lindsay Clancy, unfortunately for her kids, is the Mother and Kamala Harris is the Crone. Well, she is 61 and cackles like one…

*Ugh. I’m not sure if she despatched Claudius Biden from his Presidential run or if he was done in Julius Caesar style…*

… This current Triple Goddess production, or psyop, that we’re are witnessing and/or participating in starts with the literal trial and mental tribulations of the Mother aspect, one Lindsay Clancy. This Mother, who wanted for nothing, planned the murder of her three small children, strangled them to death, half-arsed some port mortem suicide attempts but broke her back in the process and has been holding social media centre stage since late July. She’s been totally silent the whole time, sitting passively a wheelchair in court, cow-eyed, while her trial lawyer, an elderly gentleman, attempted with fine rhetoric to get her off charges for the murders she confessed to by means of temporary insanity. Postpartum psychosis, to be exact, a rare affliction that only a Mother can ever experience. And don’t we all now know it!

Opposed to the calmness and boring procedural grind inside, the courthouse outside has seen large groups of noisy women, uniformly dressed in pink, matching their skin tone by happy coincidence, holding bird claw hands aloft, signing the internationally recognised virtue signal for ‘it’s okay to kill your kids’…

*I love G Prime’s work, Clicky… /lights up and smokes… He really knows how to tell a story in four blocks… /plumes smoke… You do it in 5 or 8, sometimes 9…*

… proclaiming loudly and insistently that the Mother in the wheelchair has been the victim the whole time. The effect this has had on women, amplified by social media and its hoard of TikTok influencers has been quite unbelievably toxic. I haven’t witness this level of womb-upset since, well, since POW and famous Mother, Diana Spencer died unexpectedly in a car crash in the Pont de l’Alma tunnel in Paris, France…

*And that was just the funeral. The week running up to it was just awful, Clicky. The oestrogen was off the charts and that was with only mainstream media covering the story. Imagine if we’d had camera phones and social media then…*

… I worked in the Press Office of the John Lewis Partnership (JPL) at the time and our office was entirely run and staffed by Maidens and Crones. Except for a lone male Buddhist. His devotion to his religion held him in good stead in our hormone saturated office. Anyway, some of the Maidens and Crones decided that we simply must go to Kensington Palace and lay flowers in condolence and pay homage. They saw a sea of beautiful blooms in the media; I saw a sea of future compost and plastic that probably already stunk to high heaven in the heat of the Indian Summer we were enjoying.

The Maidens and Crones asked if I wanted to go along, and I told them with a straight face thank you, but no as I was taking my triplets, Donna, Connor and Honor along later for the evening shift. They laughed when they worked out the joke, and so did Thoughtful Man when I told him what I’d said. However, he wasn’t laughing on his birthday, the day of the funeral itself, when my gift to him was not delivered because the Royal Mail had been given the day off to mourn. Including him, ironically. It was a pager and he got about 6 months use out of it before buying his first mobile phone.

I confess, Dear Reader. I cried once. Briefly, during that speech. It was the only time…

… 1997, the year Diana died, was the first year of our current Fourth Turning. I’ve written about it before. I’d worked at the John Lewis Partnership since leaving school in 1983 with a generous handful of ‘O’ levels. I worked in numerous departments learning all sorts of useful things, but most importantly, my time on the shopfloor cured my poor spelling, the bane of my school years. Having to correctly write out hundreds and hundreds of triplicate delivery labels in beautifully penned block capitals over my first 5 years working there was one of the most useful humdrum tasks I have ever undertaken. My sense of UK geography improved no end too…

*Yes! Exactly! The JLP Miyagied me…*

… Turns out, the JLP was my university…

… And wouldn’t you know it, after writing the above last night, this morning on the way to work, the local radio station’s top story was…

*Nobody can tell me that synchronicity isn’t real, Clicky…*

… Lady Diana Spencer burst into our collective consciousness as the Maiden about to be married and has remained there ever since as the Mother, cruelly cut down in her prime. The victim Mother, never to become the Crone. Speaking of witch…

*… ‘There has to be crones. Don’t bother, they’re here’…*

… I have no doubt, Dear Reader, that the Crones in the jury of the Lindsay Clancy trial would view Diana, POW as a victim of the patriarchy. As a member of the social media audience watching the fall out from the trial’s dismissal, I would have said they entered stage left, but for them that would be stage right which would probably offend them. However, for the purpose of this post, as you, Dear Reader, are my audience, the three Clancy Crones burst onto the scene stage left. After their initial splash via mainstream media, two have receded since but one remains, touring television studios to spill all and identify the real perpetrator…

… the black man…

*Reminds my of another holdout, Clicky… /thinks…*

*How perspicacious of the Coen Brothers to cast Denzel Washington in the lead, Clicky…*

… The lone Crone looked vital and young in her first few TV interviews, but as they’ve gone on, she has lost that studio lustre…

… It’s like seeing Dorian Grey’s portrait revealed as she explains that she/they always considered the trial as a springboard for a cause regardless of whatever the evidence showed. Ugly, deceitful old women trying to re-capture their Boomer crusading youth…

… that they secretly hope will get them into the history books…

… and ultimately, heaven…

*Livia tolerated Caligula and his crimes in order to get into heaven, just as the jury Crones condone Clancy’s crimes to get what they want…*

… I am a Crone, Dear Reader, of Generation X and these Clancy women disgust me. They’re not doing it for Lindsay, they’re doing it for themselves…

… As the Crones circled the Mother centre stage, suddenly a fair maiden arrives, stage right…

*Okay, stage left. There’s no need to meme me, Clicky, I know she comes from the political Right… /stubs butt…*

… Actress and ultimate beach-ready blonde, Sydney Sweeney, launched a new sports gambling platform for men, in which she bares nearly all and in the process, yanked all the social media attention away from the victim Mother and Crones hogging the limelight. Maidens, in particular, have been exceedingly unhappy as a result. Especially the sporty ones who think nothing of posing provocatively for magazine covers and clicks, wearing nothing but their hypocrisy…

… hatefully venting their learned insecurity, so it is on full display for everyone to witness. Which put me in mind of ‘I, Claudius’ and why I think the Maiden, the Mother and the Crone is a storyline being played out for us…

…It’s the mud, you see…

*Oh, she blocked everyone, Clicky. She failed the test…*

*Ugh! The poisonous mud hatched out of her…*

*Hey, that wasn’t on my X-feed, Clicky. You just want it to be true…*

… All the feminist poison is hatching out…

… And being called out for what it is. That’s our part in this play, but who’s producing and directing it? I have my suspicions…

*Okay, we have our suspicions, Clicky. Go get a Song to end the post…*

I may come back to this subject again, Dear Reader, as it develops. But for now, have a Song…

Extended CLICK5… CLICKB8: A Fourth Turning Tale – State of Play…

CLICK5: Whose Line Is It? Anyway…

Home Is Where The Heart Is…

WordPress, in their infinite fucking wisdom, have removed the classic block function that I use to change font size or use a different coloured text to differentiate whether I’m talking to you, Dear Reader, or to Clicky. I’m having to relearn how to do things and even so posts won’t look the same. Therefore, if I come across as a tad grumpy, please accept my apol…

*I’m somewhat pissed off about it, Clicky. Not Eris-pissed levels but close…*

Dear Reader, there has been a confluence of ‘home’ syncs in the past week, specifically relating to Homer, Homelander and the word Home itself.

It started at the beginning of May with the release of the trailer for Christopher Nolan’s take on ‘The Odyssey’, Homer’s epic poem on the travails of Odysseus, King of Ithaca, as he tries to return home with his men after attaining victory in the Trojan War. The trailer has caused something of a never-ending shitstorm online as Lord & Lady Nolan, presumably in their quest for further Oscar recognition following their successful Oppenheimer collab, have decided to hold Homer at arms length in order to fully embrace a trollop dollop of Wokeness, which will inevitably deliver Hollywood’s glittering prize to them. Everybody else gets thin gruel sloppy seconds, with a Newgate’s Knocker Helen, a wispy transman Achilles, dumbed down language and…

*Wow, the South Park creators were rather prescient with that caricature, Clicky. I just thought they were being unkind. Ironically, they’ve gone Woke too… /sigh…*

…People are rightfully pissed off at the wanton vandalism on display. Clicky has posted about it several times…

*I did read it… /lights up… I must’ve been, what…/drags… about eight or nine… /exhales smoke…*

*She’s got a point…*

… One of the best posters on the subject on X has been a chap called ‘Roman Helmet Guy’…

*/squints… Clicky…*

*Doctor Who narrated the game? /taps ash… Actually, that is weird because…*

*You are taking me off on a tangent, Clicky. Stop it…*

… And who has decided to pen his own translation. It’s really rather good…

… And rather reminded me of Donald Trump if he were Odysseus. For a start, he’s crafty as a F-O-X and so much smarter than his critics are prepared to give him credit for. They take him at face value, a bit like the Trojans did with Odysseus’ wooden horse. It will be their undoing. Trump is also famous for sacking…

… And took the White House, Washington D.C’s sacred citadel. Twice. Like a chud. Seemingly unnecessary side quests appear to be have been taken in Venezuela and Iran, and as for the reckless retardation of his bros…

*Fake MAGA influencers… /scoffs… The sirens’ call…*

*RINOS are being thrown overboard. I mean, how fucking hard is it to follow your Captain’s orders…*

… Moving on from Trump’s Odyssey Bros, Dear Reader, to Trump and The Boys. It’s a TV show, not one that I’ve watched, but I recognise the main character, Homelander, as he’s used a lot as a meme and the show seems to be quite popular. Major controversy erupted last week, however, with the series finale when Hollywood’s TDS struck again. It’s all so tedious…

*Yeah, I don’t think I’ll be belatedly indulging in that series…*

… And then on my birthday – cough – President Trump strategically posted the word ‘HOME‘…

*Oh he knows… /stubs butt…*

*If you think about it, capital Q is just capital O with a tale…*

… And that, Dear Reader, brings us to the end of this post. We hope you’ve enjoyed it… and have a Song…

*’I Got The Melody’? As in Pond? …/rolls eyes…*

A Fourth Turning Tale – Something Rotten

Denmark is in the news, Dear Reader. It had to happen…

*I mean, it’s not like you didn’t start the New Year with a Hamlet post, Clicky… /lights up and smokes…*

If you’ve been following along with my Fourth Turning Tale Green Colour Revolution guide since the start of December, you may not have been surprised that the thorny subject of Greenland and its ownership was raised again last week. Although not physically green, Greenland is figuratively green in that it is vastly underdeveloped (virginal) and still bound by apron strings to Mother Denmark.

Of course, the line from Hamlet ‘Something is rotten in the state of Denmark’ is spoken by a periphery figure, the guard Marcellus… Ma, sell us… 

*You could call it an ‘undiscovered country’, eh, Clicky? …/wink...*

*Ah, Patton recognition from Tom Luongo at the end… /taps ash… Weird, Patton died because of a glass partition, Clicky… /drags… You were popping off posts about glass all through the summer of ’24 after they tried to assassinate Orange Man Bad… /plumes smoke…*

*No, it was a different kind of shot to Trump’s ear, Clicky, but I like your thinking…*

*You’re right, that is like Trump! Saying mad things, spitting truth… /cough… completely throwing the bigwigs off their game. They can’t control him…*

*Quite. He’s beating them at their own game…*

*…/rolls eyes… And making them act stupid…*

*If Denmark is Greenland’s Mother, Clicky, then the EU’s Fond of Lying is its mouthy lesbian step-mum… /stubs butt…*

*Apparently the UK is sending a boot for on the ground. The game is definitely afoot…

*And the play’s the thing…*

The word ‘rotten’, Dear Reader, is an apt one for this Fourth/Winter/Crisis Turning that we are living through. It is the season of death and the stench of decay, be it in politics, culture, art or the unmistakable rot in the fabric of society itself has been making us all rather sick…

*Yep, turning us green; the process is the punishment…*

*Wait. Where’s Rotten Row?*

*Oh, it’s in a park, how very Green …/jaw drops… OMG! It was created by the original, unironic, Orange Man Bad?! Of Inglorious Revolution fame, another Fourth Turning…*

*LOL… /pats snout… Something’s in Dire Straits…*

Dear Reader, have a Song…

CLICK5: Prevent’s Propaganda Error…

A Fourth Turning Tale – Green Landing In The UK Reign

Dear Reader, I’ve had some further thoughts on when this current Fourth/Winter/Crisis Turning started. To briefly recap:

  • The Kelly Green Colour Revolution – lays out why his whole Turning has been comprised of a great, big colour revolution, a Kelly (meaning ‘War’) Green one that probably commence in 1999, much earlier than the 2005 start date forecast by the authors of ‘The Fourth Turning’;

  • Pick Your Poison – looks at one specific ‘green’ aspect of the colour revolution; to wit, sickness and poison. It must be remembered that ‘The Fourth Turning’ is an Anglo-American historical pattern, and the British Empire has form in the deployment of drugs to wage war and fill its coffers…

*I listened to that yesterday. The British totally ‘poisoned’ the diplomacy before WW2, making it inevitable. That was in the previous Fourth Turning/Winter/Crisis. Like, I said, Clicky, the British Empire has form…*

*’Think mirror’ is a Q phrase, Clicky… /lights up and smokes… ’79 and ’97. Not to mention the importance put on ‘dog comms’ by the counter-revolutionaries…*

Dear Reader, my thinking now is that this Fourth/Winter/Crisis Turning started in 1997. Why? Well…

*No shit, Clicky! The book was published in 1997! I wasn’t even thinking of that…*

*Oh, that’s why the authors got the start date wrong…*

  • 1997 was the start of the industrialised Eco-bollocks (Green), with the global adoption of the Kyoto Protocol…

*They made it into a play?! ‘Cos play’s the thing’ innit …/rolls eyes…*

  • 1997 saw Labour finally get elected back into power in the UK with the Politics Of Envy (Green) after rebranding themselves as ‘New’ (youth/Green) Labour…

*It was in their manifesto, for fuck’s sake… /taps ash…*

  • 1997 was the start of the ‘Dot Com’ bubble that collapsed in 2000, which dealt a double Green whammy, involving both money & computers;

  • On the 9th and 11th of May 1997 respectively, the first genetically-modified three parent baby was born and a computer beat a human at a chess match series for the first time…

*Two years before the Matrix introduced us to the desert of the real. Kinda spooky…*

*Did he call it a ‘revolutionary’ album? …/stubs butt… Released May 21st 1997. Busy month, May, but then its birthstone is the emerald…*

  • Princess Diana and her muslim (Green) lover died unexpectedly in the Land of Frogs. A ritual sacrifice if ever there was one, and one that weaponised empathy and elevated the importance of feelings over rationality (mental sickness/Green);

  • The Heaven’ Gate cult (mental sickness/Green) committed mass suicide after not being able to trans (Green) due to the aliens (little Green men) failing to show up…

So, Dear Reader, if 1997 was the starting year of our Fourth/winter/Crisis Turning, then it is 29 years old and getting rather long in the tooth now. They’re only meant to last 20 – 25 years but perhaps this one is compensating for the one previous to the last Fourth Turning, which only lasted five years according to the authors of the book, due to the untimely death of the US President… in a theatre… because ‘the play’s the thing!’…

*Perhaps ours would have ended last year if Trump hadn’t moved his head when he did… /shivers…*

… I don’t think there can be very much longer left to this Fourth/Winter/Crisis Turning. For a start, the British Empire is now threatening the US over Greenland…

*I know! Who could have seen that coming?*

… And it’s teaming up with its own legion of Frogs to defend its beloved UK reign…

That’s about it for this post, Dear Reader. As the Q posts state: ‘watch the water’ and have a Song… 😉

Extended CLICK5… CLICKB8: RIP Reiner…