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Oof, I ate too much tonight. My bad, lol. So I need to do something while I digest, so here goes. LOL. Ow.

Well, I watched the debate. Well… I half watched it, really. Mostly I spent the time searching for new watch faces and apps for my smartwatch while kinda/sorta listening in on the shenanigans. TBH my watching the debate was more a way for me to bond with my mom than anything else, since the debate was really important to her.

Some initial thoughts: it’s really just the same old stuff.

I’ve haven’t cared about anything political in a loooooong time. But I mean… there was Trump, being Trump, and Kamala, being… whoever she is, lol.

IDK who won. Most people in the media seem to think Kamala won, I guess because they just… dislike Trump personally, lol.

I would call it a draw.

Trump came off kinda weird and illogical sometimes, and kinda obsessive too, but he did seem to be, IDK, interesting. Kamala was just there, being a democrat.

Kamala is reeeeally, I don’t know, boring. She comes off like any off-the-shelf democrat. There’s nothing… undemocrat about her, I guess, and that’s her appeal.

Honestly, you could have taken any democrat in congress or from any governorship in the country, put them on stage against Trump, and received essentially the same performance and the same talking points.

Yeah, Kamala. She’s very… democrat-y. I guess that’s her schtick.

A lot was made about Kamala’s reactions to Trump’s claims about illegals eating pets and such. IDK, any liberal with a room temperature IQ and rudimentary knowledge of English would have reacted in the same way to those statements.

When Trump pressed Kamala for an economic plan, Kamala responded by saying that she wanted to help small businesses and the working class and such. Woah! Help small business! Would have thought of that? lel.

I’m in my mid 40’s, seen my share of political stuff, and I can’t recall a democratic candidate saying anything else. I mean, she verbally attacked billionaires. *Yawn*.

*Yaaaawn*

I guess you could say that she was, though, personable. Perhaps moreso than Hilary, I guess, but not as much as Obama, or Bill Clinton, though maybe a smidgen more than Howard Dean, say, or Biden. So she’s… adequate, perfectly average, as a democrat.

IDK, Trump cares too much about himself to help the country, and Kamala is just relentlessly same-y.

A big deal was made about her choice of Tim Walz as running mate, a virtually unknown and unremarkable democrat governor.

People (Democrats) were impressed by this. Why, he’s just as good as she is! Well, yes, but stop to think about that, lol.

Trump is just… Trump. There is no reason to think he will do anything if he gets into office again that he didn’t do the first time around. It will be his first Presidency, just another four years of it. I’m not expecting much, but at least he’s entertaining.

I guess the question boils down to whether you find him threatening or entertaining. Those that find him scary will vote Kamala, those that don’t will vote Trump. I, of course, will be sitting on the sidelines and just watching, lol.

I watched the debate on MSNBC. Afterwards, there was a bunch of Democrat-related fluff. The commentators did what they were expected and paid to do and bashed Trump, promoted Kamala, etc. but they also spent like 10 whole minutes talking about a fucking instagram post from Taylor Swift and in addition to that nonsense there was the usual spate of commercials about this or that democrat-y thing. Big Pharma ads, etc.

There was a commercial being played then that pretty much encapsulates the sheer Democrat-y-ness of the whole thing. It was this commercial featuring a bunch of child actors who were pretending to be hunger-stricken kids in some third world country or the ghettos of America or something, with an overall message of like… “Please give, kids are starving all over the world, and especially in the poor parts of America or in such and such a place”.

IDK, all of these commercials are annoying, but this one especially so, because 1) MSNBC plays this fucking thing relentlessly, I mean I swear I’ve seen it off and on for over a year now, and 2) it implies that there’s some kind of epidemic of starvation amongst kids or something, when that obviously isn’t true, except in small, isolated and vanishing pockets in places like India.

It’s just… Democrat-y propaganda, disguised as a plea for charity. It’s so obviously designed to pull on liberal heartstrings that it’s shameless. It’s even worse than those charity pleas featuring the hurt dogs and such.

There isn’t a country in the world that doesn’t have a problem with obesity, most especially in the poorer communities, thanks to government “aid” and private charities showering these places with free and discounted food. Every nation on Earth now, except for maybe Japan, has a rising obesity rate, and in some places the figures are just jaw-dropping.

I once did some checking online and found a couple of studies that said that the underweight percentage of the world’s population had dropped into the mid-single digits, like it was at 6% of the world’s population or something, and it was falling fast. And this would include people in rich nations like the US and China, so it would include people who are just… naturally very thin.

It’s all just so… dumb, and echo-chambery, and ridiculous. Even the ads are fucking stupid. IDK, everything Democrats do just comes across as being merely tangential to real-world stuff. Not that the Republicans are any better, but that doesn’t excuse Democrats. It’s just the usual shit with them, a lot of posturing and “feel good” and nothing concrete, nothing real.

It’s the same song and dance that some people in our country have been seeing now for 70, 80 years.

*Ugh*. Yawn.

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Woah, well, they’re over now.

This time I decided to not blog during the games and just… let them play out.

And, I decided to really make an effort to watch the Paralympics, too.

3 years ago I actually couldn’t. Comcast was giving me weird errors whenever I tried to stream them. But this time, it was smooth sailing.

Woah, what a learning experience.

Anyhow… too much to talk about in one post, so I’ll talk Olympics first.

A few thoughts… it was fun, although I deliberately saved some stuff to stream for later, like the surfing and sailing. That stuff I will watch eventually.

The gymnastics were fun, as I tweeted, though I did lament the lack of Russian athletes. I’ll spare any talk of political stances. I’ll just say that it’s a shame that Russian athletes, who are largely innocent bystanders in the global political arena, were punished for government actions that they obviously have no control over.

And beyond that, the gymnastics really lacked for a legit competition against the US. Traditionally, that would be Russians, natch. Their style stands as an effective counterpoint against the US’s.

Without the Russians and their expertise-not to mention their influence, women’s gymnastics teetered a bit too far in the US’s favor. There was a real danger of the competitions becoming “The Simone Biles Show”, instead of an edge-of-your-seat competition.

I get the appeal of Biles. And TBH I have no idea who the current crop of Russian gymnasts are. But still- in my mind there will always be an asterisk next to the 2024 gymnastics results. Maybe not in others’ minds, but in mine- yeah.

And overall, the lack of Russians really… took something away from the rest of the field. I don’t know what it is, maybe just a lack of Russian-ness, I guess, but I missed them.

And I found it weird, truly, that the lack of Russian athletes was never mentioned during any of the broadcasts that I saw. It was like… there was some kind of unspoken rule that they weren’t to be mentioned, at all, even in passing, like the country didn’t even exist. It was kind of creepy TBH.

Well… overall, tho, the Olympics were a fantastic experience.

One personal takeaway: I guess I’m not over being an athlete, myself. At one point, I guess probably 10 years ago, I had thought so. Now, I’m thinking not.

I guess I was missing something in my life and the Olympics and a few other things, like reruns of Liv and Maddie, re-awakened it. IDK. So now I’m thinking it’s probably a good idea to start thinking of myself as an athlete again, perhaps, rather than just some guy who exercises.

I guess what I came to is the realization that I’m not “too old” to be an athlete, at least in my chosen sports.

When it comes to something like TKD or Karate, it’s probably possible to be good if not competitive for a long long time. It’s not for nothing that Eastern Martial Arts flicks are filled with “Old Master” type characters. It’s much easier to be a good TKD practitioner in your 60’s than a good rugby or basketball player, for example.

Maybe it’s time that I started taking the martial arts a bit more seriously. Especially since it’s obvious that I age slower than most men do.

IDK, it’s a thought, and one worth a lot of consideration.

Speaking of exercise and gymnastics… I was stunned to see some of the Pilates moves I invented being performed on the floor by a few of the gymnasts (!), during actual competition! I’m not sure of how to account for this- maybe they were gymnastics moves that I retrofitted into my routine? Or, were the athletes taking queues from me?

IDK, I saw at least a few of them being performed on the balance beam, and more than once by Simone Biles herself. Obviously, she did them far better than I ever could, but I was gobsmacked just watching her do them.

I don’t know what to say about this, but I guess I’ll just… leave this here.

But I will say- I don’t remember them being performed in previous years. So… there’s that.

I may actually rewatch the gymnastics competition to get pointers on how to do my own moves better, incredibly. Absolutely unreal.

I still exercise, ofc. I continue to get stronger, doing the exercises I do and continue to invent. This year I’ve made more of an effort to cut, also. We’ll see about that.

Ultimately, I will likely need to start a running routine as well- as was pointed out to me several times by some of track and field athletes- um, thanks, though I want to continue to become stronger first. Also, I have an exercise bike that I use daily.

But yes, running is on the schedule, over time. IDK, I just find pilates… fascinating. I got some new ankle weights this year that I love. I will probably combine them with some of my old ones after awhile to really push things to the limit.

And I just love too much the other workouts I do. IDK, we’ll see. But someday yes, running will be a thing, and yeah, I’ll probably enjoy that as well, but there’s no reason to master everything at once, and probably good reasons not to.

But yeah, there you go.

It struck me halfway in between the “regular” games and the Paralympics that this was probably they real reason for the games. It wasn’t about… the athletes. Is was about the audience. It’s about popularizing movement, and athletics, in the world of the common man (i.e. me).

That’s the symbolism of the gold medals. It’s alchemy. Alchemy, like the name of Liv and Maddie star Dove Cameron’s album. Is about turning straw into gold, right? The straw being us, the commoners.

And I got sucked directly into it, without me knowing or realizing it was happening.

Well… this is not a bad thing to get put in the middle of. Absorbing the life energies of thousands of world class athletes has unlocked something inside of me, and I guess I’ll use it.

Well, that’s enough for now.

I will resume these thoughts later.

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Ok so… the Olympics started. Opening ceremony was pretty good. Céline was fucking awesome.

I suppose there’s kind of a limited number of ways you can do these, since there’s like a format you need to follow, with the huge number of athletes and all that that has to be managed. But the French did put some creativity into it, at least, as much as could be allowed, and that was nice. It was a pity about the rain, but nothing could be done about that. I guess in some ways it enhanced things, kind of added a romantic touch to the songs etc.

Other stuff… I think the commercials are a bit subdued this year in comparison to previous years, which is nice. I have found them in the past to be distracting and too loud and in some ways they even overshadowed the athletics which I didn’t much appreciate, so maybe this will be a nice change. I guess we’ll see. There’s still too many of them, in general. Man- they are really pushing the commercial envelope these days with what they can get away with and still hold an audience on broadcast TV.

IDK, every time the Olympics roll around I think to myself… “Self… this time, you won’t get involved. Maybe I’ll watch a thing or two, just to see something, but you know- that’s it, really.” But then- BAM. Right back into it, and it just… I don’t know what it is, really, but I just get… drawn into it, and then… yeah.

So, there it is, then. You know, the Olympics have received some flack in recent years from people but I’ve never thought much of it or in fact maybe any of it was deserved. Even from a libertarian viewpoint- the Olympics are a drop in the bucket, spending wise, compared to things like international wars, and failed government social programs like the war on drugs.

They build out infrastructure, improve the general environment, etc. etc. yeah I’m not going to write a college essay on this lol. But I personally like them.

It’s good to see people doing stuff that’s in some ways inspiring on the boob tube instead of… what is normally shown on broadcast TV, which I don’t watch voluntarily anymore, ever. Some things are best avoided, perhaps.

And the commercials. The fucking commercials. Holy fucking hell, are those things vile. And so… numerous.

Well… I will watch the Olympics, tho. They’re good inspiration.

Well… that’s it, for now.

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Alright, so here goes a weird and blind and dumb stab in the dark at all of this stuff.

IDK, it’s the middle of summer and I’m lazy and bored so here goes, IDK and IDC TBH.

Alright, so- just to stay within the grimy confines of the Disney paradigm- I realized something else the other day: nearly every Disney girl I’ve dated, past and present, has symbolized herself as Alice in some capacity, in some way.

Case in point, and to kind of stay on subject (And yes, I realize this is starting to sound like a broken record, but hear me out on this) Cady Groves, who I just realized seems have had her appearance modeled quite strikingly after the original Alice in the Disney oeuvre, Virginia Davis.

But- Kathryn Newton, Audrey Whitby, Olivia, Dove, etc. etc. I’m not going to run through the list again.

Interestingly, they’ve all referenced Atlantis, as well.

Alright, here’s what my conspiratorial, paranoid side thinks is happening.

All of this “Alice” stuff is basically is reference to CERN and the ALICE octagon. The Atlantis stuff is a reference to the ATLANTIS stargate, i.e. the “Island in the Sun”.

I think “Alice” is a codeword for Lucifer (The Light-Bearer). In other words, the guy who will open the portal to the stars (the “stars”, celebs, get it?), the Anti-Christ, i.e. me (which would make sense, since all of these people are basically splinters of my own personality).

So *I* am Alice. And all of these people are just pretending to be me, basically, by emulating Alice or whatever.

Hmmn.

Disney was just one way of getting to this conclusion, I’ll bet. Anime would have been another, I think, and the martial arts another still, politics maybe as well, and in fact there probably would have been hundreds or thousands of roads to this place, but this is just the one I took. IDK, the girls are prettier here, lol.

Well, I think that’s it for now.

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Ah, OK. Yeah. Holy fuckballs.

Hoooooooly moly, Jeesus H Fucking Christ on a fucking stick.

You know- I’m not even mad at this point. I’m more in awe. Or- actually, more resigned. Like… it’s ok, really. It’s like, I get it, you know?

And this time, I think I really get it.

I… think.

So, we follow the clues.

Like we did with the Dorseys. Walt liked Tommy Dorsey, the two were friends- he invited Tommy to perform at Disneyland, I’ve read, at least once. Hence, we get Kerris Dorsey. I mean, this is oversimplifying things to a huge extent, but you get the idea.

Laura and Vanessa, I still believe, come from Mae Questel.

So… whence Cady?

Today I made a slight revelation. Well, a few, to be honest.

First was that Cady was more plugged-in to the Disney system than even I had realized. And THAT was what left me with the resignation that I was just… outclassed. But, it also made me curious.

On a whim, I brought up the IMDB page for Peter Pan. I scrolled a bit, looked around. Got a bit interested in a few things. Read a few bios. Then… hit the Eureka moment I was waiting for, looking for. And expecting, I guess.

Is this right?

Am I right, Cady? What do you think of this?

So I was reading up on Peter Pan star Bobby Driscoll’s biography, and I was immediately struck by a few things:

1. His shocking, almost uncanny physical resemblance to Cady herself. I mean for fuck’s sake they look like gender swapped clones.
2. His shocking, almost uncannily similar life trajectory, to the point of them dying, supposedly, at almost the exact same age, in almost the exact same way.
3. Their shocking, almost uncannily similar career interests and personal styles.

I went back into Cady’s oeuvre and noticed what I think are pointed references to now not just to Peter Pan, but to other things done by Bobby Driscoll. And am I just seeing things, or do their gravestones even look eerily similar?

We were told that Bobby Driscoll died a pauper, that Disney tossed him out onto the streets and he died alone, penniless, drug addicted, etc, and all sorts of other ridiculous crap.

But what if… what if all of that ridiculous crap is, in fact, a bunch of, in fact, ridiculous crap?

What if he didn’t die? What if he lived and had kids? What if he had grandkids? Who would know?

Look, her music was great, but does it make any fucking sense at all that a random girl from the south would get a recording contract and just… start hanging out with Disney stars, start working with Disney company behind the scenes on projects, start giving interviews on the Recording Association (the Grammys) youtube, perform on the Warped Tour, etc? Song of the South, anyone?

Alright, I’m going to just say it- I think that Cady Groves is most likely a descendant or at least a relative of Bobby Driscoll, star of Peter Pan, Song of the South, Treasure Island, and many other projects.

Look, the stuff I’ve figured out cannot be rationally explained any other way.

You know- I could list the reasons, further, why I think this. I could lay out my case, go through it line by line, explain all the details, but… fuck it. I’ve developed a sixth sense when it comes to these things. I just know. Literally, it’s the only thing that makes sense, given the absolutely overwhelming preponderance of evidence.

You know, I’m not mad. Really. I’m awed, tho, I guess. I mean, if I’m right. I’m more stunned.

Amazed.

Suddenly a whooooole lotta shit makes sense now, like Cady’s fascination with my adventures in Iowa, since you-know-who was also from Iowa. It makes perfect sense that she would find the Iowa part of my life so fascinating, since those would be her family roots, too, if my hypothesis is correct.

And alll the other crap on the rest of her socials makes sense too, like those treasure hunts she used to advertise- a reference to Treasure Island, probably. Holy fuckballs!

What even the fuck!

Absolutely amazing!

Again tho, I’m not even mad, but I am shell shocked.

But… there you go.

You know… even if I’m wrong, I’ve learned so much from all this. Kinda unreal.

Be broke or be wealthy, but never accept mediocrity, indeed.

Thanks.

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Still bored, so here we go.

It did occur to me earlier that perhaps Disney still felt a debt to Mae Questel, and that this is why they named the protagonist of How to Build a Better Boy Mae, you know, in honor of. I was wondering about that during the time of watching it. I was like… this name has to have some significance. And in light of my recent brainstorm… perhaps I found it.

But to continue my earlier thoughts to their logical conclusions, I basically hit the nail directly on the head, didn’t I?

I must’ve. Literally nothing else makes sense, unbelievably.

So to follow this stuff to it’s ultimate, baffling and head-spinning finale, I/we are now forced to figure out The Great Mystery Behind All of This, specifically, who/what is “The Valley”?

Alright, some background info: The Valley is a song in the middle (natch) of Laura’s album, a music video, and, interestingly, a re-occurring scene in Saving Zoë. WTF is “The Valley”, actually?

I posit that it is an actual place. If you pause the music video about halfway through (in “The Valley” of the video) you see a book on the floor titled California, which is… kind of an obvious clue, lol. The Valley is a place in California, and mostly likely in Los Angeles, owing to the angel symbolism found in the music video.

To skip to the end here, I think “The Valley” is Laurel Canyon, birthplace of the Fanning sisters, the hippie movement, Scientology, Lookout Mountain Studios, and who the fuck knows what else.

Laura Valley, Laurel Canyon. Hmmn.

And am I correct in thinking that the music video for The Valley is filled with symbolic references to Lookout Mountain Studios? The ivy, the lockers, the graphs, the paper airplane? And the lyrics? “Come back, come back to the valley?” That’s a callback, correct?

Oh, and how could I forget? The baseball symbolism! Obvious is obvious, no? The first one third of the video occurs on a baseball diamond! Is this a reference to Mae Questel herself, whose last role was in National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation and whose last words put on film were “Play Ball!”?

Wouldn’t THAT be something? Holy Macaroni!

Jeebus Christ!

IDK, I could be wrong about these things, but man, what a group of amazing… speculations! Holy moly!

And you know, if these ideas are right, it would logically explain many many things, at least from my point of view.

Very interesting indeed.

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I guess I could just follow this line of thinking into just… IDK, some kind of pointless space out in the middle of nowhere (if we’re not already there), but, IDK, I’m bored and it’s the middle of summer and I’m feeling lazy so… lol.

A few random thoughts on those grisly Cady posts… IDK why she triggers me. I think it’s because she’s not “there”. So, she’s free to analyze freely. I don’t have to be nice, and hold back. And also, I think it’s because she was mentally linked to yours truly at such a young age.

What I think is that if my brainstorm is in fact correct, and what we’re seeing here is pirate scripted MKULTRA style programming coming from her career, what we’re seeing is my own thoughts, re-packaged and stylized and sent back to me (and to others). What I think I see / hear here are some of my own happiest experiences and thoughts from my own childhood being recited back to me by a cute chick with a nice voice.

After thinking about it the other day, the feeling that I get listening to her music is identical to that which I felt when I was a kid relaxing on the shores of the Mississippi river, watching the gulls, listening to the boats and collecting sparkly seashells on the beach. So *that* is why it appeals to me.

What it kinda seems as though happened is that some people took those experiences and feelings, my experiences with the Monkey Island series of PC games, and my experiences riding the “It’s a Small World” ride at Disney World, put them all in a blender and came up with… all of this stuff that I’m talking about here, whatever this stuff even is.

Regarding the ride… I cannot believe I didn’t see the connection earlier, but it’s as obvious as anything else. Song titles like One World? And the YT channel… the “Cooking” series is probably a callback to the Pirates of the Caribbean ride. Geddit? With the food. Jeezus.

I could on, and on, and on, but there’s no reason. The music videos, the references to me watching Peter Pan in Iowa, etc. At a certain point the evidence piles up enough.

Well, there you go.

Is this… useful info? IDK. But, it’s info. lol. Better than doing nothing, I guess. lol.

Other things to consider: I think I mae (sic) have finally discovered the reason the Maranos are plastered everywhere all over Disney+. I *think*, and this is just a hunch… I *think*… that Laura, Vanessa and Ellen are related to Mae Questel, infamous voice of Betty Boop, Olive Oil, and… Minnie Mouse.

This is just a guesstimate, based on a huge, huge pile of circumstantial evidence.

Well… IDK. Stuff to mull over this summer, when I’m not doing anything else I guess.

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Ok, so just NOW do I realize that the Dorsey sisters are almost undoubtably descended somehow from Tommy Dorsey.

Literally.

Fucking Troutbuckets!

Just… now, after fifteen fucking years, do I realize this!

Jesus Christ, I must be the thickest man on Earth, I swear to God.

I mean, the family resemblance is so… blatantly obvious.

Ah, the things you miss.

And, I suppose, this would mean they are also related to Jimmy as well. Kerris and Justine, Tommy and Jimmy. Hmmn. Wow, well, what do you know!

That… is well and truly amazing.

What other hidden treasures lie in my twitter archives?

Next thing you know, you will tell me that Kerris and Justine are related somehow to Jack Dorsey, former Twitter CEO. But… THAT… would be a step too far, I’m sure.

So… nah.

That one, I don’t believe.

I think.

But I’ll be looking into it, to make sure.

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Alright, I need to sort through a bit more, here.

First, some small and kinda irrelevant things.

Back to the MKULTRA bit- well, at least now Cady’s appearance (which was never bad, BTW) makes sense. It’s a mixture of Wendy and Peter Pan. And her YT makes sense, too. I never could figure out what she was doing with her “Cooking with Cady” series. Now it makes sense. Cooking = pans. It’s an MKULTRA callback thingy. “Never Land” scripting. Peter “Pans”.

Jeez. This kinda hurts to write this. Honestly, it does.

And, TBH, the fam has always seemed vaguely, kinda… sus. The brother, Cody. Cody, Cady. MKULTRA twinning symbolism. The baby Charly. Good Luck Charley symbolism. The freemasonic symbolism on her album/single covers. Not things that others would have ever noticed, but… Mmmnnn. Well.

IDK.

I hate to think this, but… maybe I got taken for a ride. I mean… maybe I do, in fact, think this, again. LOL.

Well.

I’ve been following social media and the Hollywood scene now on twitter since it’s inception, back when twitter was desktop only. I mean, I was one of Emma Watson’s original Twitter followers, back on her and my original accounts, before the iPhone app. A loooong time ago.

So I’ve seen a lot, done a lot.

And I’ve saved a lot from those early years. Well, not a lot, but a few things enough of it, stuff from very early celeb twitters, and it’s like… I can see it. At least, I can appreciate it, with time. The artifice, and how some people (young girls, especially, and others, like computer geeks, pedos, free speech types, and unique persons of interest like myself) were onboarded to get the twitter project moving.

It’s like… with hindsight, it’s so obvious. And what was also so obvious was the emergence of a so-called “alt-right” on twitter that in practice and presence is just a dumb, shallow, obnoxious version of older conservativism. It was all planned.

What really clinched this opinion for me was the discovery that the word “Tweet” was apparently insider jargon that has been in use by celebrities for generations, dating back to the golden era of Hollywood if not before.

Seriously. I could not / did not want to believe this when I first discovered this but… there it was. For the record, the celeb that mentioned the word “Tweet” was Bob Hope, and the way he used tweeting gave me the world’s biggest double take and sense of Déjà vu rolled into one.

If you’re interested in being horribly, horribly depressed, read on:

Alright, you see that bit in the lower right corner there? Tweet Tweet Tweet?

And, anonymous reader, check out the two paragraphs above.

“We hadn’t been at our hotel more than a couple of hours when our telephone started ringing. It was like being in Hollywood. I hadn’t left home. And it’s not only in England. Every place I went I met people from show business either entertaining or fighting.

I understand that from a journalistic standpoint one of the grimmest features of this war is the possibility that H. V. Kaltenborn will be scooped by Louella Parsons.”

TWEET TWEET TWEET.

… Wut?

Ok, Jeesus H. fucking Christ on a stick.

This book was published in 1944. For those of us who are fans of predictive programming, is Bob Hope there predicting the rise of Goddamn TWITTER? In 1944? People, for much of the United States 1944 was before the age of the fucking LANDLINE.

The thing is, is that there is no end to this stuff, obviously. I could go on and on and on, for ever and ever, and not catch a glimpse of the full truth here. It’s kinda depressing honestly. At first I was like… hey Cady Groves, how easy, right? But nahhh, lol. Holy fuckballs, nope, lel. I just got caught (heh) in a net, even with her.

Honestly, tho. Even with the C and D listers. You know, right? Like the Audreys and Kiras. You know the type. It’s like… yeah there’s no way, is there? It’s because they’re all connected. There’s no real separation between them, like there is with us “normal” people. And… even with them, I keep learning new stuff. It’s pretty cool actually. It’s like, they study me, and I study them in turn. Kinda neat.

Uh, where was I going with this?

IDK, but I’m kinda hungry TBH, so…

Yeah.

Oh yeah wait!

The thing is… if this stuff is being planned out a hundred years in advance, we’re alllllll kinda… I don’t know.

*Grumble*

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I guess I should just kinda… explain myself, here.

This basically has to do with my finally understanding why Cady was so significant and such in my past (yes, seriously, it’s taken me this long). Basically, it’s had to do with my tinkering around under the hood, so to speak, in the Disney+ archives and finding a show there called Jake and the Never Land Pirates.

The titular Jake there is of course a stand in for myself, but more interestingly, I was able to determine that Cady Groves had a secret behind-the-scenes part to play in it’s production. Suddenly, her professional friendship with Debby Ryan makes more sense to me, as does her relationships with Disney girls of that era, as well as Debby’s reason for wanting to introduce Cady to me.

As does Cady’s career and motifs, like all of her pirate symbolisms. Life of a Pirate, anyone? From her debut album to her posthumous releases like Kitchen Island, pirate symbolisms everywhere.

It’s like… finally, I get it, now. I thought it was just… IDK, a cool “thing”. I mean, who doesn’t like pirates? But now, yeah, I get it. Jake and the Never Land Pirates. Jake and Cady Groves.

Funnily enough, in light of this new info I scrolled through Cady’s insta archive for the umpteenth time, hunting for hints. Found a bunch of course, but I found something else, too, an ad for an old youtube comedy skit she did where she played a valley girl channeling a drunken sailor. It’s been deleted from YT but I saved a copy, somewhere. I’ll need to find it someday.

On her twitter she boasted at the time of it being her “acting debut”. Well… I wonder. Jake and the Never Land Pirates debuted in what, 2011? Life of a Pirate and its associated music videos came out in… 2010?

And, as I’ve said before on this blog, who TF knows what else Cady is doing / has done in the past.

And OFC, this veers us once again into the omnipresent you-know-what-territory, about the less said, the better, most likely, in spite of what I *think* is the likely reality.

Really, though. Is it not impossible to believe that Cady Groves is a victim, as I am, of MKULTRA or Project Bluebird type mind control programming, but that unlike me, her scripts somehow revolve around pirates?

I mean… just think of how easy it would be to program a kid with pirate programming. Just take the infamous Tinker Bell programming script and flip it on it’s head, and… Voilà!

Yikes!

Rather scary when I think about it, actually.

You know… so I won’t, then. Not now.

It’s late.

Maybe some other day, then.

Or maybe never.

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