Dave Oshana’s open email to Rusty’s cock puppets is sort of in line with a project I have still fermenting for part of an emergent Hood Robbing art collective run by the Missus.
Hell is closing down. This means a lot of demons, gargoyles, and diabolic gatekeepers are soon going to be out of work.
Do we care? Of course we do!
As Harvey W & Jeffrey E’s recent developmental curve indicates, the sociopathic elite (a.k.a., the 1%, a.k.a., the kakistocracy) and their sock puppet cultural gatekeepers (a.k.a. celebrities) are now an endangered species. What’s more—they know it! This world will soon belong to the Reptile Overlords & their Machine Bodies.
Never mind the whale—how do we save these lost souls from a fate worse than death? (I mean, virtually eternal symbiotic fusion with a darkly satanic psychic machine eggregore that will outlast even Amazon or Facebog ~ who deserves that??)
Answer: trick them into doing virtuous deed despite themselves, so come Judgment Day, their souls will miraculously be spared!
What’s needed is bait.
As certain theologians argue, JC on the cross was bait for the Devil, and Old Nick fell for it (as Time will tell). So how do we likewise lure the Gatekeepers of Hell out of soul-eating jobs, to clear the way for Hell’s reformation?
The answer is simple—give them a divine responsibility so their hands are no longer idle, and let the devil beat his own meat!
And the good news is, since we are involved in God’s work, and Heaven is seriously understaffed, we have loads of spots available!
Dave wants to start with the seemingly simpatico Russell Brand because his partner thinks they have a similar style (ouch). I myself have reached out to many celebrities over the decades, people I naively believed might somehow be open to joining my Apocalypse Mission; and of course, as 16 Maps of Hell amply testifies, I was misguided, or at best premature, in my aspirations.
Currently, I’m more inclined to aim much, much lower, and pick the least simpatico scum-sucking uber-elite out there, by creating an Open Video to Jeff Bezos—to give back something to the man who has provided more people with useless stuff than any other corporation in the history of humanity! (Yes, Jeff, I want to save your soul!)
(E.g., Can we trick the world’s first trillionaire into buying a piece of avant-garde art, believing it will increase his worldly status, when in fact it will help fund many lost prophets’ exit from the supercultural machine-world Hell he helped created, and so increase the possibility of the salvation of his soul?)
Similarly, can Dave tempt a hot mess of celebrity self-indulgence currently acting as an unwitting tool for Fabian controlled op agendas, a man who has done more drugs than my entire family combined, and whose cock has gone places I wouldn’t let my Jack Russell go (if I had one), to become (even for a minute or two) a witting agent of the ET?
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