The Opinion Machine???

Wherein I say a bunch of gay shit about gay things in hopes that people will stop being so gay and maybe, you know, get back to the business of not being so gay all the time. Lots of oil talk in this one. Not baby oil though. If you hate Trump, you aren’t gonna like this one. Move along. No refunds

Wherein I rant about a billion things, take a bunch of side roads about this hand and the other one. I ain’t got shit figured out. But, that’s fine. No refunds.

Wherein I talk about the gobs of music made by myself and my friends that will likely never be heard by anyone, and how maybe the only music we listen to should be by those who know our name. Stoner thoughts without being stoned. Storage full. Delete files. No refunds.

Wherein I get existential about the likelihood that the digital era will be a black hole for future archeologists. If you ain’t printing and making stuff in the real physical world, you can count on being forgotten. Even in meat world it’s hard to be remembered. OJ who? His ex mother in law? Her passport? No refunds.

Wherein I review the culture of the last ten years, more specifically since the family wrecking psyop known as Covid, & ponder how much they were able to destroy, how hard it might be to repair, if that’s even possible, & just get real about the damage they did. Corny, but sincere. There is a song at the end I wrote with my half brother. He’s one of the ones who hates me. I miss him too. No refund...

Wherein I give fair warning and address the most recent person who wanted me to know that they were sick of my shit. I’m sick of my shit. Try to be original. No refunds.

Wherein I say a bunch of stupid shit on this topic, wasting your time, my time, and everyone else’s. In fact, reading this synopsis is a waste of time. You either want to waste time listening to my blather or you don’t. I doubt this synopsis has any affect on that. No refunds.

Wherein I make a plea based on an entire lifetime of you assholes trying to make your problems, my problem. If I could snap my fingers and make those two ideologies, Judaism & Islam, disappear, I’d have done decades ago and the world would be full of wonderful white children playing in endless fields of wonder. I really need that finger snapping power. This recording and every moment I have ever d...

Wherein I describe the weirdness I experienced when I kinda accidentally became a photographer of naked people, strange rules I made in order to be “professional”, how everything changed this week when I used AI tools to help me fix some of the art that I hated, and how it dawned on me that these tools will for sure result in every half attractive woman, and even some who aren’t, ending up naked,...

Wherein I aimlessly ponder the concept of imprisonment, solitary confinement, solitude vs loneliness & why the heck large groups make me feel more isolated than being totally by myself. Why do most people hate being alone? Even the word “alone” seems to scare people, so much, they might change the words of a song to avoid it. Anyway, that’s a way for me to say that I’m posting a raw, one take, rec...

Wherein I discuss the recent human phenomenon of everyone you ever flushed out of your life, for good or bad reasons, being able to, or being kinda forced into, spying on you & knowing things they would never ever have known about you without breaking numerous laws and making life really uncomfortable for everyone. And we act like it is normal. It isn’t. Well, not historically speaking. No way it...

Wherein I tell some stories that I should probably keep to myself, but, for whatever reason, I feel compelled to share, to give just a little context to the whole “eating babies” thing. If you like Gavin Rossdale you will hate this story. If you like Gwen Stefani, you are likely to think less of me for telling some “secrets” here. Look, my life is my story, and if you know me & I know you, you are...

Wherein I tell a story about how I came to be closely involved in the horror known as “Gender Affirming Care” It seems like many are still in denial about it all and are looking the other way. That’s not good. Eye on the ball. Yes, I wanted to say “balls”. This isn’t a funny episode. No refunds.

Wherein I tell some personal stories of alleged righteous indignation, passionate piety, & cringeworthy chastisement of people who didn’t deserve it & compare those feeling that drove me with what I am witnessing online in relation to the growing lore surrounding Jeffrey Epstein. Yes, I said LORE, aka FICTION, aka IMAGINARY TALES. Some of the stories are true. Most of them, you have been careful l...

Wherein I explain what should be very obvious about the personal life details of Roger Goodell’s decision to let the anti-white, dreadlocked social justice warrior, Jay-Z, who happens to be married to Beyoncé, run the Super Bowl Halftime Show to the exclusion of all White People. This is my most perfect analysis so far. I’m patting myself on the back as I type this. Figuratively. I need both thumb...

Wherein I explain exactly why Puerto Rico can NEVER be granted US Statehood. Not ever. Never. No way. Also, time for whitey to get super pridey. No refunds.

Wherein I theorize how Rubin, Milo, Greenwald, Fuentes, Ali, Jesse, Shapiro, Levin, Loomer, Elijah, Smith, Owens, & the rest of the “right wing” degenerates gained such a foothold amongst self described conservatives. We allowed it, and promoted it. Well, at least I did. But why? What made me/us think that was a good idea? Well, I have some ideas that you might be able to predict. No refunds.

Wherein I reflect on why maybe yesterday’s recording about Jeff Epstein & Steve Bannon didn’t sit well with some and compare the ballooning lore behind him to my childhood propensity to lie, exaggerate & invent stories about myself to seem more interesting. Now that I read what I just wrote it sounds like a really bad, sloppy analogy. Oh well, I doubt anyone ever listens to these recording based o...

Wherein I argue that the dehumanization & cartoonification of human beings, friend or foe, does a disservice to humanity as it avoids solving underlying issues. Very few people are 100% good or evil and thinking such only robs the individual from being able to confidently navigate reality. I touch on a number of forbidden topics here which is guaranteed to upset many people. I don’t care. This is...

Wherein I argue that the ska scene in Provo Utah in the early nineties, of which I was the nucleus, is perhaps the perfect example & manifestation of the programming that lead well meaning, good natured young white men, down a road of suicidal charity for people who hate them, and would ultimately put the future of said white people at risk of destruction & elimination. It’s no wonder why white wo...

Wherein I judge myself for judging Jesse James for being married 5 times, most recently to a porn star named Bonnie Rotten. He traded Sandra Bullock for that? Of course he did, and, unfortunately, I think I get it. Not proud of it, but I get it. You’re not gonna like how I drag Jesus into this. Fair warning. No refunds.

Wherein I reluctantly talk about the phenomenal inversion of morality resulting in a public that has been trained to accept that Don Lemon has any moral authority whatsoever. It’s gets a little graphic. If you are squeamish about sodomy, as hopefully you are, you might want to skip this one. No refunds.

Wherein a female internet friend of 20 plus years, aggressively asks the above question & I attempt to answer it in detail. Long story short, lots of things happened to me. Lots of insane things that are almost impossible to believe. They happened to you too. Why are we reacting so differently? I have some thoughts about that too. No refunds.

Wherein I describe how and why you & I became controlled opposition & punctuate it with a story about Marlon Brando, in which I might be stretching the analogy to its limits. Basically, the real you is who you are and act while driving or dreaming. Yeah, I have opinions. Big deal. No refunds.

Wherein I describe the seemingly double standards applied to Squirrels vs Rats and attempt to describe why they aren’t double standards at all, and if you think they are, you are either a woman or a man who needs to suck it up and grow a pair. I give plenty of evidence for communists to convict me of whatever nonsense they dream up. I take too long to get to the point, as usual, because I don’t ed...