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*Hey, Clicky. You’re chipper today. Wot’s up?*
*Whoa, an’ the effects of today’s new moon goes through to 2023?*
*Interesting… /makes note…*
*It does appear Covid has caused the governing class to lose its collective mind, Clicky…*

*Not exactly wot I would call comforting…*
*Enough chit-chat… /lights up and smokes… I’ve gotta start this post…*
*It’s a very ‘Green’ proposal, Clicky… /flicks ash…*
mendacity (n.)
“tendency or disposition to lie, habitual lying,” also “a falsehood, a lie,” 1640s, from French mendacité and directly from Late Latin mendacitas “falsehood, mendacity,” from Latin mendax “lying; a liar” (see mendacious).
*’E finks… /drags… ‘e’s gotta mend… /plumes smoke… a city…*

*They wouldn’t! …/coughs… Supremacists telling white lies to enact the Great Reset?*
*Oh, I see wot you mean…*
*Well, the involvement of coke-heads would explain a fuckin’ lot, Clicky… /stubs butt…*
*Heh. Go get a Song for us to finish on…*
*When you wanna Khan… /sings…*
*Clicky, 24 hours is a fucking long time in politics these days… /lights up and smokes…*
*So do I, Clicky, so do I…*

Gluten schlaben. Mime namen ist Dr. Spliven DuSchpagh, ant eive ville best skriptenscribbling for Hare Cade todazengrabben. Cade dus unt spracken sea Germaniac. Zoe, I spracken zoe he noe aint gotta spracken the Dirtch, capisce?
GOTCHA! Heh heh heh…just kidding…it’s me…CADE! There is no Dr. Spliven DuSchpagh. Just me being a racist bastard in speaking English with a German accent…in text. Wait…is “German” a race? Or are Germans just more of the same white fuckers who just so happen to speak their own language.
Answers...we need them.
I need to know if I am an anti-Germite.
“Lick” is right in the big middle of “complicated”.
If you never noticed that before, you have now.
You're welcome.

Fuck love. You fuckers can’t even “like” someone, let alone love them, so give the “love will save the world” bullshit a rest, k? Get back to me when you figure out how to unconditionally like someone, or maybe even understand someone…then maybe we can explore the love angle(s). Until then, yeah, STFU with this love bullshit.

That which guides you.
Lets think about it.
That, which guides you, in this life.
Can a certain brand of aftershave or a certain perfume guide your life?
Yeah, I don’t think a certain brand of aftershave or a certain perfume can guide your life either. But just for shits and giggles, let’s us further explore the topic since it would appear that neither of us have anything better to do.
A: ? … !!!
More than that, how can certain unpleasant or even pleasant smells alter your schedule. You were gonna catch the 6:20 showing of a movie, but now you gotta take a shower and get freshened up, and the next showing isn’t until 8:40. You need to be in bed by 10:00, but now it’s possible you won’t be in bed until just before midnight. You gotta be up at 6:00am, so that short night’s sleep is gonna effect your whole day tomorrow. All this because of…a smell?
Hrm.
A: ó¿ó
Let’s look deeper.
According to this article, these are the 10 largest cosmetic companies in the world.
Just to be thorough, let’s us check and see if there is a top list, and see if there are any big and/or recognizable names that might be missing from that first list.
Fuck that Top 10 nonsense, let's go Top 50!
Jesus Christ…they only give the top 10. I got to use them as a go-between in order to get to the actual list?
Lotta differences between that first list and the second list. Anyway, here’s why I’m primarily interested in various cosmetics companies of the world.
AH! But hold the phone here…
And of course, there are other opinions to be had…
But after seeing that bit on this grooming gang report, I got to thinking…wait a sec here…
A: ¿??
Being understood is not as easy as it sounds.
Let’s us just see how rabbit holes may not necessarily be fallen into, but rather…dug with our own hands.
Now…the question is, how do I, describe to you, how I wound up at 12:24 in the morning reading about a man who died in North Carolina back in May of 2020. Further, how do I explain to you why I kept going, step after step, until there were so many “syncy” things that I had to stop digging.
A: I just do.
I strap in, commit myself to telling the tale, and then I take the time tell it.

You know that party you were invited to? Yeah, the one where you knew absolutely no one who was gonna be at this party? Maybe you kinda sorta knew the person who invited you, but everyone else…nah, you didn’t know a single…fucking…soul. You wrestled and wrangled as to whether you should go or not. What should I wear? Who are these people? What are they like? Do we have anything at all in common? What should I be prepared to talk about? Should I contact the person who invited me and ask if I can drag someone along with me so I don’t feel so isolated and alone? Do I really want to put one of my friends through this same potentially awful experience? Why in the hell am I even doing this?!?!?!??
You had an experience that maybe you didn’t fully understand. Oh sure, at the time, it made perfect sense. Over time tho, those naysayers and disbelievers, and especially those who have not had a similar experience are gonna drag you down. Some of the very people who SHOULD believe you are gonna be skeptical, and they may even be doing so for their own selfish or maybe even nefarious means because they don’t want anyone eclipsing them. You may even start to wonder to yourself if this experience ever even happened, because no one seems to believe you, and as such, you wanna experience it again. You may even wanna drag someone along with you so that you can go “SEE! SEE!!! I TOLD YOU SO!!!” I get it. I really do get it.
Get it? 😉
As I explained in my replies, I see the “DO IT AGAIN!!!” or “DO IT AGAIN, AND I”LL BELIEVE!” modalities of thinking as being dangerous. This isn’t the first time I’ve seen mention of someone wanting to have a subsequent experience, and in fact, it’s quite a common thing in the paranormal realms. Big Foot hunters, Ghost Hunters, Nessie watchers, UFO chasers, you name it. And if you wanna relate these a little better, you could even put people like Robert Koch and Louis Pasteur to Marie Curie, Max Plank and Peter Higgs in similar categories because they too were chasing phantoms. Hell, the Apostle Paul, Daniel, Samuel,Ursula Kemp, Hermes Trismegistus, Nostradamus, Carl Jung, Dr. Ruth Westheimer…all of them chasing phantoms of one sort or another. Common themes there…belief. Repeatable stuff. Gotta have that subsequent something in order to seal the deal.
Just what we need in 2020…an inability to replicate a more or less concrete and solid something.
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Anyone else notice that Frozone rode a white horse?
Lemme back up.
First, you will have needed to have seen the movie The Incredibles and/or be familiar with the movie and its characters. In this movie, there is a character named Frozone (Lucius Best), and the character is voiced by Samuel L. Jackson. This morning I got to thinking about “the big fucking deal with skin color”, and it got me to thinking about both representation and symbolism. Started off by me thinking about this little “check mark” that one can obtain on Twitter. “Verified” I think it is called, many people seem to want this little check mark quite badly, but it appears to me that this Twitter Verified nonsense mainly related to influencers, celebrities, famous business folk, and government/official types. The influencers seem to be the lot that are most grasping for this verified status because I guess it will help them turn the ether into gold for them personally.
Digress-ish.
As I was thinking about this verified nonsense, and people scrambling to receive a mark so that they can be part of the club, a line from the movie The Incredibles popped into my head…
“And when everyone’s super…no one will be.”
– Syndrome
If everyone is “verified”, no one will be. What popped into my head next was, “Wait, was Frozone the only person of a non-white color in that film?” Then it occurred to me…
Ice. Frozone rode ice. Ice is white.
Sure there are exceptions in the real world, but in the film, pretty sure that Frozone’s ice bridges that he slid around on were all white. Also…Frozone? Fro…Zone? How the fuck did Disney get away with naming a “black” character a name that starts with…
“Fro”?
Was it a nod to “Fro Power” maybe? Anyway, I’m getting off track.
A: Increased?
Maybe there’s no effect at all. Or maybe I’m just being naive?
/shrug
Hold the pickles…hold the lettuce.
Special orders…don’t upset us.
All we ask is that you let us serve it your way.
Have it yourrrrrr way.
Have it your way
Have it yourrrrr way…at Burger King.
You may not be old enough to remember that commercial/jingle. But I have a question for you…
A: ???
Seriously…I was not at the age of consent when Burger King started pumping that shit into my head. Was just blissfully unaware. Me being new to the planet and all, I was under the impression that advertising was just part of the world and the people behind all this stuff were good people with good intentions simply letting me know that they had a burger joint and would sell me a burger if I was hungry. I had no idea that they were really trying to worm their way into my head in such a way that they’d be a permanent fixture in my psyche forever and ever. What do I get out of this long term agreement that I did not knowingly nor willingly participate in? Worse still, I can’t talk about it without further infecting others with the same goddamn disease/ailment.
What a weird world, eh?

HI! It’s now December 27th. I started this missive on December 14 , but there’s been so much going on that I haven’t had a chance to write any more.
lol
That’s a lie…I ain’t been doing a goddamn thing.

Later, Nation A claims that it only attacked Nation B, because Nation B actually attacked Nation A first. Or maybe Nation B was threatening Nation A in such a way as to cause Nation A to defend itself. In essence, Nation A was merely defending itself.
Ever heard this bullshit before?
Yeah? No? What about the “world domination” bit? Ever heard of a group or nation wanting to dominate the world?
Yeah? No?
I guess one of the better questions you might ask yourself is how you are going to react/respond to a group/nation storming into your hood and taking over. It is going to happen. Might also wanna ask yourself how you wanna deal with this certainty. Might wanna preempt. Just sayin’.
The storm is coming. You can either endure it, or be it.
jmo

HEY! It’s now January 7th of 2021! Happy New Year you pack of fucking losers, scumbags, douchebags, etc.!
Let us think about evolution, and mutation. In this instance, we are gonna listen to two different songs by the same dude, and we are gonna add in two remixes of these same songs by two different artists.
Clear? Cool.
What I’m wondering is, what is the difference between evolution and mutation.

The edge of the Universe is right here. Yes…right here, right now, right in front of you.
A: ¿¿¿
Doesn’t matter what it is. If you are aware of it, and cannot reach it, its right in front of you.
All this time, you’ve been standing on the edge of nothingness, and didn’t even know it.

People have existed on this planet for a very long time. We mingle. We interact. Some of us even get laid occasionally. Yet suddenly, if you don’t avoid everyone else, and if you don’t stay indoors 24/7, we’re all of us …gonna …be …ded.
No one wants to be dead.

Here’s the last one…a remix of I Am Not Drunk by Bloody Beetroots. We have had two songs by Benny Benassi…Cinema, and I Am Not Drunk; one remix by Skrillex, one remix by Bloody Beetroots.
A: …?...
May your 2021 be nCoV-2019 free, and I hope all your dreams come true.
Now...fuck off.
Oh wait…before you fuck off, maybe give a little thought to who is pumping what into your head, and why. That shit is there forever afterall. Even if you forget it, there is a void there where the something was, but is now “gone”. So yeah, there is an effect. There are effects. Sight(s), sound(s), smell(s), feel(z)…others are leading you around via a lotta different methods whether you realize it or not. Question is, what are you gonna do about it?
Now…you can feel free to fuck the fuck off.
Have a great weekend.

*Whoa… /stubs butt… ‘Who’s Your Daddy?’ and Lashy’s fresh talk out this afternoon is syncy as fuck, Clicky…*

*Ah, that takes me back… /gazes wistfully…*

*What? Oh, okay, Clicky, you get a Song and I’ll finish up here…*