"I am no Feeble Christ". I dedicate this song not to the leader of that band Crass, to whom I was teleported, I think it was in England where I was confronted with post-punk neo-fascist racism by the very proponents of "freedom" in the 70's who started this band (the white male). A hateful English woman began just yelling at me when I had posted how much I admired the band (this is typical for all the parasites, that I like their movies and they teleport me almost immediately like the grabbing parasites that they really are, and then they glob on and begin to feed off abuse and violence--and then of course get promotions, tours, and some hang on for years and get oscars and prizes and promotions and deals--they steal as many ideas as possible. I thusly do not honor the defunct "leader" of this band but the people who created the content, which were the less "fortunate class" in old England who helped shove this bigot wealthy "entitled" expletive into his Punk posturing position. I had hoped he was an extraordinary personality but I am by now used to the faded and jaded former "hippie" and "punk" era 60+er's who are crusty and nasty and probably have not long held those wealth-attracting principles longer than necessary to sell some records or make some movies.
Some of the performers for Crass were extraordinary artists and the band was a phenomenon nevertheless.
**btw: this blog is not formatting correctly due to hacker terrorism and I would have to put the computer and myself through another 5-hour waiting period to clear out the system using the Windows 10 "system restore" function. I don't know how long it takes for people not afflicted with non-stop hacking terrorism but I am always too ill to wait. I sit in front of the laptop all day in one single spot mostly unable to move due to paralysis from poisoning. I just write this to let people know that when I write in these hyperbolic terms it is because I am also kind of forced into one "sitting duck" position all day while the "mind control" technology--intended to both extract ideas, information and hysterical reactions thus to discredit me-- is probably unrelentingly aimed into my brain all day while I sit here fighting to heal (as I am attacked so my nervous system, endocrine system and health is sorely afflicted from hate, stress and the endless violence being aimed at me in so many ways, from technologies burning my body and closing my throat sphincter while sleeping and eating to various other attacks (heart palpitations, etc).
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But as I wrote earlier today, I am not going to play the martyr role that is being demanded of me ("accept being raped, abused, used, stolen from and then compliment and befriend and give all with no expectations of any reward, thanks and then even more they will destroy my body, try to make me appear hideous, fat, disgusting, broken down before they extract all and then murder me without--their aim--any protest from me but instead loving devotion to those ape pig whores and their careers and their sexual sleazy gratification and etc etc....
"I AM NO FEEBLE CHRIST".
"Crass--Reality Asylum". AnarchoAlan. June 23, 2007.
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"BIG A little a--Crass". Byrmeiteldown. February 15, 2013.
Oh, it is ever-so-difficult to write at this time with hacking freezing the system and the keyboard being manipulated as my brain is also under serious attack (they also attack my motor skills so my fingers over shoot the keys I am trying to press, while the keys are mostly inoperable--they also make things pop up on the screen to block what I am tpying as they insert all kinds of things while I can't see--but to continue;. This next song is about, in one part of it, retaining your composure in the face of hostile forces. Don't get involved with negative people exploiting you, is the basic easy message (but very complicated and much more elaborately expressed in the song). I think of the English haters who I have been FORCED thru teleportation to encounter who also forced a kind of "truth serum" effect which is also almost always put into effect in any written or verbal communication I try to have in any capacity. Thus I can't "control" my reactions and of course while writing I delve into tangents and ideas which of course are then sucked up by the parasitic group which is being promoted exclusively to steal ideas from me and then let me know with all the hacking inserts that they have indeed stolen my ideas--as they gloat in photos and when I react they glare in violent hate into cameras--as I am tortured and violated endlessly afterwards (and before, in order to elicit any response). I try not to react, so they continue the deadly assaults upon me in all facets of life from my finances, always having me dangling over being made homeless, to health and attacks on my body to eveything else possible. But I am FORCED to have to "open" my ideas, my mouth, my barriers of protection shattered in this deep sleep teleportation state, where I can only see directly in front of me, don't know where I am, there is a black haze and then the pig ape whores feeding off abusing me directly in front of me (often attacking me just as I am put into "aware" consciousness, always in some physical position of vulnerability while they are attacking me or raping or hitting, etc). It is impossible to not stop talking or reacting to these awful people. The advice given in this song is something I could possibly do if this insidious tech were not ALWAYS forced upon me which it is, always when some scumbag is tryin to use, abuse, exploit etc steal from put on fake friendly gestures only to screw me over badly when the time comes to do so (they are always operating with a larger group so they are given signals of when and how to do this). It is disgusting. I would LIKE to be able to psychologically defend myself against these parasitic energy feeders and bleeders. They are practiced in the bottom-feeding practice of lies, manipulation and deception. With all my barriers obliterated in these various semi-conscious states while teleported, my eye-sight not even at a 30% functioning capability, and unable to think clearly I constantly react to their questions, answer all and then begin yelling in hate after they immediately after getting information or ideas insult, call me stupid, yell at me in hate as I yell back. All of it is an unfiltered unconscious reaction without help of the ego or superego (just to use these terms but without the layers of emotional and psychological protection that one at least seminally normally has or can access in certain situations. Impossible in the teleportation. Out of England, as this song makes direct reference to an established form of abuse, exploitation and elitism that the pig ape whores employ with obvious parasitic glee for this is their forte, what they actually thrive upon, and then to claim that they are now "superior" because I am in a sleeping and teleported, drugged up and blasted with brain-altering technology, this of course means that they have the advantage. Too bad my government simply allows this technology to fester and get out of control as it has done. The latest H-wood scandal from the awards should back up my YEARS of warnings in my every post almost about how the use of this tech will alter society and make fascism an acceptable behavioral standard. I also have written that people who formerly postured as benevolent and "alternative" fun guys become openly violent after they use this technology--. They are so used to immediately abusing someone without any negative ramifications. But this stokes the egos of the English pig apes who are loathsome from my personal experience of their violence and utter genocidal behavior--racist to the core, rotten to the core, nasty and ugly to the core I can't stand looking at their photos any longer please do not let them teleport me any longer it's a vomitous situation having to deal with them. This song exemplifies how adept these wealthy pieces of shit are at manipulation and mind fuck operations without the technology. Imagine them with this tech and how disgusting they really are when they get the chance to play their favorite fuck-around games as they do? Listen to the lyrics and get a taste of English society and the "ruling class" tactics.
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