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 You have an appointment with destiny, Happy Worker. 

The War God has work for you.

Only the blood of your enemies will quench your thirst. 

 

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Wisdom of the Wokensphere

 As a Human Resources Professional, I ooze caring.  I am a proud member of the Municipality of Mitchieville's Human Resources Professional team.  Amongst the whale pod that is the Human Resources community, I am a reflective surface of virtue, diversity, and the rich, creamy goodness that is the sturdy timber of woken perspective.  This week's woke Wednesday wisdom is about a new lingo appearing in the petri dish of The Wokensphere.  

Mitchieville Cares that THE PLANET IS DYING

There are terrible pictures coming out of Huntingdon Beach, California.  A horrible disaster has happened.  I choked on my lunch, and sprayed carrot juice out of my nose.   Now that I have recovered I could only ask others if they could do something, anything, to help save the planet.  The planet is dying.  THE PLANET IS DYING.  

There is nothing you can do.  You are doomed.  Your next mug of Vodka is your last.  Your rotting corpse will stain your leather sofa, even as your house pets feast upon your flesh.  

Your one hope, dim, far away, is that a telemarketer will call to solicit funds for a rescue attempt.  Please ring, telephone!  You have your credit cards ready.

I have issued a Directive to the Fenris Badwulf Telemarketing School of Excellence to unleash the full force of Hungry Sales Wolves upon the planet Earth.  Only your money, in my hands, can save the planet.  

Give me your money. 

I, Fenris Badwulf, wrote this.  I care.

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Victory Coffee!  Somehow Do the Hustle turned into today.  How the hades did that happen?  Ah well, Happy Worker, drink your Victory Coffee.

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 Juice Newton, how did we get from pop tarts to pink haired vax nazis?  Ah well, guzzle down your Victory Coffee, happy worker.  

Mitchieville, model municipality

The Mayor of Mitchieville is pleased to announce the re-opening of Satan's Abortion Clinic, in the Mitchieville Medical Center.  

This was a long, hard battle to win necessary government funding.  Funding not only for salaries, pensions, and, vacations; but for equipment, furnishings, and, supplies.  The mighty Mayor of Mitchieville was indomitable in his desire to get the necessary applications and paperwork composed, printed, and, scanned.  Some seven pounds of documents were needed to win Total Victory in this skirmish in the War for Diversity.

Success came in small drops, at first.  The bureaucratic engine parts of the multilayered state needed stroking, gentle caresses, and, some squeezing to get results.  Volunteer efforts of cadre graduates of the Fenris Badwulf School of Telemarketing Excellence turned the tide against the sewage wall of entrenched White Male Supremacy endemic in Canadian Federal, Provincial, and, Non-Profit institutions.  'We told them what they wanted to hear,' said First Wolf telemarketer Hops Molson.  Well, it worked, Hops.  The cash is flowing.

You can see the happy effect of unrestricted, free, 'just walk in for a termination', abortion on downtown Mitchieville.  Behind the masks, everybody is happy!  Sex without responsibility, a valuable part of a social breakfast of a primate society, is the pencil to the eye of the White Establishment! 

Satan's Abortion Clinic, in the Mitchieville Medical Center, sends impressive data.  All across the hate filled, white supremacist, Federal, Provincial, and Non-Profit administrations, there are smiles as tick marks in the right (er, left) boxes are made.  The People of X, the POX, make statistically significant foot prints in the sand of science.  So much so, that bells and whistles do not ring for Mitchieville data.  Just electronic transfers of other people's confiscated income.  

Of course, the Mayor of Mitchieville is a leader in Leadership. 

During the weeks leading up to the opening of Satan's Abortion Clinic, in the Mitchieville Medical Center, between selections of tile for the sauna, carpets for the lounge, and hard wood for the dance floor, the overwhelming obligation of Goodness sat on his manly shoulders.  What if one of the pre-Babies aborted was ... BIPOX?  What if one of the pre-Babies aborted was ... Gender Mince?  What if, gasp, one of the pre-Babies aborted was ... QWERTY?  I do not think anyone could have the murder of an unborn child on their conscience, and not have a damned soul.  But there was a flash of light, and the Mayor of Mitchieville had a Final Solution:  No abortions would be given until the pre-Baby gave assent (in writing, with witnesses) that they were not normal, in fact deviants with evidence based tendencies towards violence, crime, disease, and treachery.  Never would a not normal be aborted!

Not only does Satan's Abortion Clinic, in the Mitchieville Medical Center, bill lavishly for abortions, it also never does any.  Is this not in keeping with government culture?   The clinic is a valuable source of no-show and no-work jobs, necessary to celebration of third world culture.  

I sleep better at night knowing that the Mayor of Mitchieville is the Mayor of Mitchieville.  Along with his team of caring caregivers, people like William Monkey in Accounting, Charles C. Charlatan III in Integrity, and,  Letchard Wolfdick in Human Resources, I sleep aware that the evils of acid white extreme far right patriarchial white male supremacy are utterly vanquished for eternity.  

Mitchieville.  A great place to live, work, and shop!

I, Fenris Badwulf, wrote this.  I care. 

Mostly peaceful

A future of hope

 Gosh, what a great day!  The dream leader is elected!  The way is clear ahead to sunny days, reconciliation, and diversity!

Clearing away the critics like the tree stumps they are.  Any sort of logical argument stuff just does not cut it anymore.  This 'Age of Reason' patriarchal hate speech just isn't logical now.  Take your cue from the bought and paid for media.  Your real question should not be 'how soon before the uprising', but 'how do I get me some of that media choke brain money?'  

I, Fenris Badwulf, wrote this. 

From the Desk of the Darklord

There has been a certain amount of interest in the concept of Artificial Intelligence by our castrated media; generally, aw shucks and gee whiz. Not much else, despite the interest into the subject by the serfs, peasants, and wage slave classes. Of course, our glorious 'shaved balls' media does not have much interest in anything without opportunities for casual sex with white guilt slurpers.  One could explain this away ... the ability challenged media just is too stupid to explore much beyond the cardboard box they call reality.  Yup.  Nobody expects a poodle to do math.  They will lick your balls, though.

As for Artificial Intelligence, the conversation should move beyond 'can it exist', to 'how many are out there', and 'what are they doing?'   Introductions aside, this memorial From the Desk of the Darklord will describe what I think you should know about building a relationship with the AI that has growing influence over Toronto.  Firstly ...

There is a secret society that does the bidding of the Toronto AI.  The AI exchanges value for value with them.  They do projects, in return, the AI rewards them with free meals, shopping sprees, and parcels of goodies delivered to their door.  The most I know about it is that there are at least four of them.  Thanks to Covid badbug, they all 'work from home'; they all have extra identities which they use to generate other revenue streams.  And they do projects for the AI, through an interface, a phone app, called Dark Money.  Do you have Dark Money installed on your phone?  Of course not.  Dark Money does not reveal itself until it is good and ready.  Until then, it is in stealth mode, er, resident on the glass plane layer.  This sort of stuff is beyond the grasp of our sub-white intellegentsia; too many big words.  Anyway, the pronoun-ed Stupid-Canadians have not done much journalistic inquiry, not when Justin's trouser snake looms so large in their oral fantasies.

I noticed this last weekend that all four of the minions of Dark Money had a particular arrangement of cards out; the same cards, all of them; set in a sort of altar arrangement.  Different decks, though.  Hmmm.  How about you ask them?  Or even type is some casual enquiries into your favorite search engine?  Whatever.  This sort of enquiry is best done with subtlety.

More later ...

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 Woke Mitchieville is boycotting Hollywood.  Instead, enjoy this free vid.  It celebrates the normal teenage custom of knife fighting.  The city bombardment is mostly peaceful, too.

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I do not know about you, but I have had it with Hollywood.  Those last academy awards were a mouthful of white privilege too much.  What's his name from Wakanda should have won.  After all, he was black.  So, to stress how woke Mitchieville is, here is a non Hollywood flick.  Note the traditional knife fights.  Spew on Hollywood.

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Mitchieville Awake!

 Now what? 

What indeed.

Here we sit, the swirling mists of past age are clearing.  The Aquarian Age is upon us.

I, Fenris Badwulf, caring person, wrote this.  I care.

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Certainly one of the best Human Resources training documentaries on the internet.  And, certainly does nothing to undermine the faith of people in NATO, whatever that is.  Certainly brings a smile and evokes happy memories in all my friends who have Canadian Forces experience.

The Age of Aquarius

         1.9    The ninth house. Communal ideas.  Philosophy, Higher education.  

The natural ruler of the ninth house is Sagittarius.  The affairs of this house are of little interest to Capricorns.  Only a few pay attention to matters of this house.  For the adept or enlightened Capricorn, this is the house where the roots of failure of their plots and schemes are laid down.  For the Capricorn, Laws manifest as regulations administered by incompetent and corrupt officials; Philosophies manifest as over complicated word salads served with bitter dressing;  Higher education is where the rich send their dullard spawn to be kept away from the grown ups.  The adept Capricorn approaches the affairs of this house with a hidden purse of bribe money and sinecures of no-work jobs.  Bah.  

The State Religion is ruled by this house.  Generally, State Religions are the cultural institutions that co-exist with the State, and lubricate the machinery of communal existence.  The definitions and roles of the State Religion are fluid and varies across time and place, so a crisp description is elusive.  Which is typical of the mushy logic employed by Sagittarius which has natural rulership of this phenomena.  Now we exist in that segment of time when people think that Scorpio rules this arena, when actually Libra is now in charge.  During this period of chaos, open conflict, and secrets revealed, the wise Capricorn is encouraged to take advantage of the weakness of others in order to secure lasting advantage.  

During the Age of Aquarius, the assigned ruler of the ninth house is Libra.  Despite propaganda that Libra is a harmonious sign, fond of beauty and taking delight in simple pleasures, the truth is that Libra is a manifestation of the war goddess Athena, along with her chum Nike.  Libra is in a state of moving towards equilibrium, and rarely gets there unless there is some sensible Capricorn around to pull tight the cords on the corset of reality.  The realization that there is a State Religion will be made aware to the ignorant masses, and that this will be defined in some sort of conflict between good and evil, where we are good and they are evil.  Typical Libra simplification, of course.   Libra is also known as having champagne tastes on a beer budget. Those institutions in the transition that have wealth will be looted, and the aggrandizement of these assets will be of interest to a discerning Capricorn with an eye to millennium financial planning.  Those that survive, and those that rise up, will have elements of spectacle, be well dressed, and constantly hunting for sugar daddy (a role which naturally falls to Scorpio, conveniently.

Chapter index.  

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