When the Church Declared War on Mexico

Morning, Nov 18, 2004

Paranoid Alien Radio

Hello out there in Virginia Wolfeland. It is now 10:00 on the morning of November 18, and there is snow on the lower elevations of the Sangre de Cristo mountains. This is the Back to the Briar Patch Hour. Our mission is to challenge you to step out of the comfort zone of aesthetic materialism, by introducing you to little tidbits of Briar Patch history that shall make your blood run cold.

What
shall happen when we wake up and realize that the Inquisition is still live and well? What shall happen when we wander through the backyards of this desert town, searching for the cars & pickup trucks which have been stolen and vandalized? What shall happen when we come across people who act as though the little brown aliens who pick the lettuce in the fields were the most dangerous creatures in the country?

Shaking
Down the Leprechaun

There

is a Grand Lodge in Americaⁱ which was once descended from distinguished freemasons, but which now has been distanced by the Elect, on account of its longstanding quarrels with the Prince Hall Society, which is composed of Black Americans and which is a Masonic Rite in good standing. Down Mexico Way the distinction between the Freemasons and the Falsemasons is just as sharp as Pancho Villa’s machette. These Falsemasons also call themselves Illuminatti, on account of their exertions towards the restoration of a Solar Monarchy.

Let us ride now with the members of this Grand Confederate Lodge, as they search for little brown aliens who may be hiding in the abandoned shacks and dilapidated farmhouses of Chavez County.

The police are now questioning a man whom the members of the Grand Confederate Lodge have identified as one of these Aliens. He still has spines in his fingers from trying to eat cactus plants.
Apparently he got so hungry or so thirsty when he was making his way through the Sonora Desert that he was reduced to trying to eat them, and was trying to hold the cacti in his naked hands while he tried to peel the spines off with a knife.

We
would like to ask this Alien, just what was so wrong with his country, that he was trying to sneak into this one through the Back Door? He cannot give us a satisfactory answer, because his English is so bad that after ‘hello’ and ‘how are you’ he just starts shaking his head.

The
officers don’t pay too much attention to the Virgin of Guadalupe which is tattooed on his back, from the neck to a place that is so low it is almost obscene. How many poor Mexicans don’t have tattoos? And of course, since the Virgin of Guadalupe rolls the photo of your mother and your girlfriend up into a little cigarette that has been blessed by the Holy Water of the Church, she is a rather popular tattoo. But the Gentlemen from the Grand Confederate Lodge know that there is a growing correlation between these tattoos of The Virgin and those gangs that are transporting heroin tar and crack cocaine from crime labs in the suburbs of cities like Gaudalajara, to distribution centers in the suburbs of the entertainment capitals of the American Southwest. The Gentlemen from the Grand Confederate Lodge know all about this trade, and they don’t tell the cops nothing, because they want to remain in full control.

So
the wetback has got to convince the Gentlemen from the Grand Confederate Lodge that he is indeed, the most sincere of Cristeros.
The cops just don’t get why the wetback makes such a show of his genuflections, makes such a point of claiming that the bishop and the Pope are his personal friends. Of course, the cops do recognize that the bishop is the friend of every wetback in the country, and that the priests are notorious for the demonstrations they make on behalf of the not-so-law-abiding Catholics who are supposed to stay South of
the Border.

The
Hidden Hand, and the Invisible Strings

It is easy
 to say that the cop is not doing his job. Of course, nobody sees the invisible strings – and that is exactly the point. The cop is not supposed to see the way in which the same Cristeros who are combating Freemasonry and Atheism by selling drugs to the grandchildren of the Prince Hall Society of Los Angeles, are also enabling the transport of guns to the various Associations of Benevolent Bonapartists and Falangists who are keeping the masses down, South of the Border in Latin America.

It would be easier
for the poor cops to figure things out, if they had a rudimentary understanding of Mexican history. Unfortunately, cops usually spent their high school days being jocks, jocks who saw their own manifest destinies jumping about in the skimpy outfits of the cheerleaders. So the cop still thinks that “manifest destiny” is what happens when a jock and a cheerleader start “necking” in the back seat of Dad’s car. Where Mexico is concerned, about the only thing that our cop remembers is that his childhood hero Davy Crockett got shot at the Alamo.

But even if our future policeman had been a star student,
would he really have gotten the kind of answers the DA has got to have before he is ready to prosecute a case? For instance, look at this 1875 engraving  in Harpers’ Weekly. That is Andrew Jackson, dressed not as a president but as a general. Look at his left hand – where is it?
Hidden under the flap of the light military jacket he is wearing under his greatcoat. This, for those who were too busy chasing either cheerleaders or jocks to remember much from your high school history course, was the famous “Hidden Hand” gesture that was the personal trademark of Napoleon Bonaparte.

General Andrew Jackson
– the same general who, with the help of gentlemen from the French Quarter, chased the British out of New Orleans. There are other reasons for believing that this King Andrew envisioned himself as the founder of a Solar Dynasty, the capital of which would be founded on the very ground which he had seized from the descendants of the bodyguard of the original Sun-King of the Natchez, who had brought the crown with him when he had moved south to get away from the migrating barbarians, sometime in the early 14^th Century.

Yes, there are plenty of reasons
 for believing that this old Solar Monarch, Great Crocodile of Memphis, who probably sent Davy Crockett on what was intended to be a suicide mission to Texas, may still have more than a little to do with the drug trade which is destabilizing the Mexico of today.

So let’s fast-forward
past the overt Bonapartism of Aaron Burr, and the episode of William Walker selling shares in the Meso-American Empire his mercenaries were intending to conquer for the nation of “Sonora.” However relevant these episodes may be to the history of the Southern Death Cult in Dallas, we’re trying to arrive in the court of Napoleon III, Emperor of Paris, before the representatives of a credible association of Mexican Ranchers walk in.

Well, we almost got there in time – see, they are walking out, with Prince Maximilian in tow. These Bonapartist ranchers have bought themselves a Sun King descended from the Emperor to whom Cortez had pledged fealty.

Prince
Maximillian: La Entrada Segunda

Prince Maximilian
 himself does not realize that he has been selected as the lead actor in a Mexican tragedy. Only those who have made a study of the Southern Death Cult will recognize the significance of the fact, that the Mexican banking crisis, which Maximilian’s regime was intended to resolve in favor of the European interests, also coincided with the American Civil War. The leaders of the rebellious Southern states felt a strong affinity with the aristocratic republicanism of the Second Empire, and the Confederacy was in desperate need of relief from the Union blockade.

The French Foreign Legion
entered Mexico and made a legend for themselves by fighting to the last man at Hacienda Camaron. The Confederate camilia began to wither, and, by the summer of 1866, the ardor of the French had also faded. French Imperialism had found a new game to play in Indo-China, and the Mexican people had proven that they could cause trouble. The Union Army had won the Civil War, and surplus military equipment was beginning to slip across the border, to arm the Federales of Juarez.

What
then would become of the proud Mexican hidalgos who had deluded Maximilian into trying to trying to conquer their country back for them? What would become of the subjects of Austria and Germany, whom Maximilian had convinced to emmigrate to Mexico?

Having
sailed in from the sea like a blond-haired God, Maximilian was sacrificed to the Gods in 1867. Most of the German tradesmen learned Spanish and assimilated into Mexican society; one of them became the father of the revolutionary artist Frieda Khalo. A few of the descendants of the Hidalgos successfully assimilated into the Masonic Republic which had sacrificed the Sun-King for the benefit of the People. But even after the triumph of Juarez, most of these Hidalgos, like their Confederate counterparts in the North, still retained enough land and enough community privilege, that they could afford to entrench themselves behind the banners of romanticism, and bide their time.

Pancho
Villa knew they would be trouble, so where he had the power, he did his best to kill enough of these “Spaniards” that the rest of them would pick up and leave the northern provinces of Mexico. In the process, he gave Dallas, Texas the ideological core that would generate the State Department of the Eisenhower era. Many of the hidalgos that Villa chased out of Mexico became successful godfathers in the Great Cities of Vice like Havana, Cuba or Miami, Florida.

Pancho
Villa had mastered the art of looking and acting just like a dumb Indian who only wanted to do to the Spaniards the things they had done to the Indians – but Villa had a deeper reason for wanting to kick these Grand Illuminatti out of Mexico.

The
Church Provokes a War

The
Freemasons leading the Mexican Revolution had a vision for Mexico that was not anti-Christian but was, in a very real sense, post-Christian. The most charismatic leader of this Fremasonic Revolution, Plutarco Elias Calles, literally told the priests to ring the bells no longer.

• Photo By Aurelio Escobar Castellanos (Aurelio Escobar Castellanos Archive) [CC-BY-2.5 (www.creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.5)], via Wikimedia Commons

The Freemasons 
valued their Christian heritage, but they valued that heritage in context. Mexico was a particularly revealing context, because everywhere in Mexico, the ruins of a pre-Christian context which was ruthlessly crushed by Christianity, still rise up to startle the tourist with stylized idols that satirize everything in Heaven as well as on Earth. The gentlemen of the society that had been founded to combat the Inquisition also knew, that if 20^th Century Mexican culture were to revive the repressed dialogue between the Actual Present and the long-repressed Gods who still had their roots in the soil, it would be necessary to exorcize the stranglehold which a Church which now had converted to Bonapartism had been accustomed to exerting over every aspect of the Mexican culture.

Freemasonry
admittedly intended to reduce the Church from absolute to relative power, and to replace the decadent feudalism of the Old Regime with a semi-socialized system of land husbandry in which the peasants’ cooperatives would have a real power to bargain with the landlords. Unfortunately, the children of the hidalgoes Pancho Villa had driven out had now become partners and managers in the fruit companies and crude oil consortiums which were acting as though they were the mechanized extensions of an undead Second Empire. Like so many Third-World countries, Mexico has found itself pushed into socialism, because the national capitalists are in need of support from the laborers and the peasants, if they are ever to differentiate themselves as national citizens, from the Napoleonic forces of world capitalism, which strive everywhere to push Third-World countries back into feudal suppression.

Ever
since 1917, the Illuminatti who want to bring back the Sun King of the Second Empire have had a new battle cry. Whenever the citizens of some impoverished nation have been moved by collective sympathy to place limits on agricultural or industrial exploitation, the cry has gone out that the particular nation is falling for Communist subversion, and that intervention is needed.

And
so it seems that in the 1920's, at the same time the oil companies which pledge a secret allegiance to this very undead Second Empire were having their problems with the Mexican government, the Bonapartist bishops were raising up a Christian infantada which would harass the government of Plutarco Elias Calles, with tactics which give us a sense of deja vu when we compare them with those that are being used by the Taliban to destabilize Pakistan. These Cristeros, as the Christian Terrorists called themselves, cut off the ears of public school teachers – and sometimes went further than that.

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The
cop sees a brief exchange of money between the gentleman from the Grand Confederate Order and the Campesino with the Virgin tattooed on his back – but the exchange is so brief, he can’t be sure just which way the money is going. He tries to make sense of the transaction, and fails to realize that this particular exhibition of slight-of-hand is intended to divert him from inquiring into the significance of the fact that Mexico had a president who was called “The Turk” because he was a trade unionist and a Freemason. It is intended to divert the cop from asking why Schrodinger’s Rapist likes to hang around oilfields built on the ground of countries whose legal codes are descended from those of the Renaissance Iberians. The laws that define minerals under the soil as the inalienable property of the People and their State are a product, not of the Marx-Engels dialectic, but of the legal theory bequeathed by Catholic scholasticism.

It
is the poetic resonance with the practices of that Unbought Church who call themselves Surrealists, that we believe that history shall remember Mexican president Plutarco Elias Calles as the one national leader who actually did tell the priests to ring the bells no longer. Perhaps he just wanted a period of quiet in which people could think for themselves, or perhaps he ws being moved by the greater reverberation of ancestors not very far under the ground who wanted
their voices to be heard.

Perhaps
he was going overboard in believing that the uprising of the Cristeros had been engineered by criminals and foreign agents – a sort of ghost version of Napoleon III that lives on in the dim Underworld. Then again, there really were agents of the European Banking System proclaiming to the Mexican government that the honeymoon period was over. Naturally, since Calles had the dour opinion that what was produced by Mexico should stay the property of Mexico, there was bound to be friction somewhere.

This
is the problem, when a people insists, that Reason is the Virgin Mary. Reason does not do a thing for you if you are a colonialist intent on rape, because Reason is on the side of those who have experienced victimization, yet managed to survive. Reason does not like it when a big Crude Oil consortium sets itself up as a colonial presence surrounded by Mexican slums. Reason sees the Crude Oil Brothers hunting down the union organizers, killing in the ghetto and getting away by bribing anyone who is important.

Call
religious terrorism another name, but it remains a force for keeping the people in bondage. It just so happened that Calles, who saw himself as a victim of superstition, was inclined to respond to the provocation aggressively – pretty much in the way that we would expect the President of Pakistan to act in dealing with the Taliban. After all, terrorism is terrorism, and the fact that one likes a religion should not blind one to the danger which can result if that religion is being abused.

Reason,
the child or stepchild of the Church which had disowned her, asserted that if the people do not have control of the ground and everything that is under it, then the people are being oppressed and exploited. This is a principle of Castillan law, one of the fruits of the scholastic system which gave the High Middle Ages a reputation for being an Age of Faith. If the Church did not want to defend Reason, then she should get out of the way, and allow those who actually were
men to prove themselves.

Since this perspective was considered abrasive by the State Department of a powerful northern neighbor, Calles had every reason to suspect that Bonapartist conspiracies would be everywhere, and that they would be aided and abetted by the Catholic Church. Religious terrorism is a difficult thing to deal with, and there is always something heartbreaking about having to take up arms against people who really believe that they are following the Will of God.

The
suicide squads who point antique rifles at the Federales are not the ones you really want to kill, but the real criminals will not come to the table until they see the evidence that you are able to isolate their goon-squads, and destroy the morale that makes the fanatics believe that they can go to heaven by provoking you into killing them.

Calles
was brutal, and Calles was too often bought, but Calles was capable of waging a cultural offensive, while negotiating, as a Freemason should, with anyone who was willing to be a part of what he considered to be “The Community of Reason.” Calles was able to insist that the Administration of Big Business in Washington DC replace the business-interest Ambassador with one who was willing to be part of “The Community of Reason.” This disarmed most of the Mexicans who wanted to kill Calles, and put Calles in the position of being the only one who dared lead the Mexicans as they entered the Great Depression. Eventually Calles was out-maneuvered by one of his own students, and sent into exile in Texas. Towards the end of his life he declared his faith in God and became a spiritualist.

Like
the Taliban, the Cristeros attempted to close down the government schools by cutting off the ears of the teachers. In one case, they went so far as to burn a government teacher at the stake.

Voice
of a Disembodied Spirit

These people who fight so ferociously against Reason and believe that they are serving God are right about one thing. At the core of their fanaticism lies the unshakable faith that God has tried to gift them with something priceless, and that they have been robbed. They stand at the opposite end of the spectrum from the Communists, who will only have reason and nothing else – yet at the core their complaint is the same. It is a pity to have to send out the army against these people, who believe that by attacking you with their obsolete weapons and forcing you to kill them, they have gotten on the fast track to Paradise. And yet, if you do not send the army, they will cut off the ears of your civil servants, and will sometimes do even worse things.

The Cristeros are right in believing that the peasants should not suffer as they do, and that society is sinful in treating them in the way that it does. But their solution is that everyone should suffer as they do, and that the only recreation should be their solemn holy days and their prayers. They refuse to submit to negotiation, because they believe that Jesus Christ himself has come to them to order their revolt. They are remarkably like the people of the Inquisition, and if we had given these Cristeros their way, we soon would find that Mexico was ruled once more by Paris and by Rome.

Yet the tragedy is that in many cases these Cristeros are the Native People whose culture we are trying to resurrect. They have suffered so much, they have come to see their oppressor as their protector. So as you see, these religious fanatics are the enemies of the nation, because they would destroy everything that gives character and resilience to the working classes, and would reduce our nation to a state of feudal subservience. But if we are to destroy their movement, it is not enough to just shoot the ones who attack government with guns and machettes – we also must work at the level of the village, to make sure that those who are left have something to live for. It is only when the poorest peasants have something that is theirs that they can live for, that the leaders of the state can be free from the fear that they will be attacked by suicidal fanatics.

Eventually,
finding that the Cristeros were doing nothing to improve the Church’s public relations, the Church hierarchy encouraged the rebels to submit to the arbitration offered by the United States ambassador.
The Government was able to establish the separation of the Church from the State. The government maintained nominal ownership of Church properties, but the Church was allowed to use its traditional buildings, pretty much as it pleased. The Church bells began to ring once more, and became a significant part of what the people now think of as the Mexican Culture.

Voice
of Plutarco Calles

The big players were out of the game, but the spirit of the rebellion did not die down so easily. The thought of dying in a holy war and going to heaven is a very intoxicating one, and that is the problem. If all of the players had acted more honorably, it would have been possible to detox the people from their jihad intoxication by introducing them to the real gratification that comes as one finds oneself and one’s family participating in a meaningful way in building up the prosperity of one’s own community.

Unfortunately, this did not happen for everyone. Those who were children before WWII grew up craving the same sort of intoxication. In the years since the defeat of Mousolini, the Catholic Church has become more moderate, but the craving that people who are alienated from their roots feel for unhealthy excitement has not. Religion may be the opiate of the people, but since Mexican Catholicism has been distilled to serve as a stimulant, it no longer has much power to calm people down so that they can listen to reason. And so the great grandchildren of those who were Soldiers for Christ have now become soldiers for drugs.

i Information
on Masonic & related orders was gleaned from Wikipedia &
other web sources

Paranoid Above, Paranoid Below

Paranoid Above, Paranoid Below

 

Feb 9, 2004:

Good morning, all you listeners on Paranoid Alien Radio. We have a few more facts that should make your morning paranoid – but first for a word from our sponsor:

It’s true enough, we all have wandered from the Path. We all have known moments when we have been brutal because our faith was failing. But does not every chronic abuser justify his wickedness by rubbing our noses in the truth of our own inconstancy?

Hello, this is Paranoid Alien Radio, broadcasting on 1519 killing hurts. We who are the Paranoid Aliens are trying to remind you, that the time has come that the Great Tribunal must commence, on Earth as it is in your Heaven. The time has come for all of your bloodlines, and all of your corporate entities which have the audacity to masquerade as persons, to give us a proper accounting of just how they have managed the resources of Earth’s people.

1. We who are Paranoid Aliens are here to make sure that the work of the Genocide Tribunal does not become forever stalled. We would prefer that this Judgement be accomplished by scholars who are experienced in the fields of Human Jurisprudence. We do not want to have to amplify the experience with Cecil de Mille sound effects and Lukas films pyrotechnics, but we have not ruled that option out.
2. We who are Paranoid Aliens simply want those who call themselves serious thinkers to examine the way that you Earthlings commit genocide against your own tribes. Don’t think that you can get away with maintaining your cover-up by striking back at us – it will still be two or three thousand years, at least, before your technology can cross the leagues of space-time that divide us. Two or three thousand years, yes, but the collective mind of humanity works slowly; you are only beginning to wake up to what Socrates was trying to teach in the halcyon days of Old Athens. And so we want you to appreciate why we who are Paranoid Aliens are becoming more and more paranoid about the Human Race. Don’t go on thinking that you shall be allowed to Enterprise other star systems, before your Genocide Tribunal has become a world ceremony that has become internalized within your midbrains.
3. Until you repent and make meaningful reparation to your own tribes, there shall be no room in the rest of the Orion Cluster for your genocidal tradition.

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We all are called to testify, because the issue on the table of the genocide tribunal concerns our common humanity. The real issue continues to be the same as it was in the days of Sylvia Plath: shall Humanity be allowed to commit suicide, or shall there be a cultural resurrection which shall justify our hopes and dreams?

What shall posterity – if earthlings are allowed to have posterity – make of the romances of men who remain convinced that because their great-grandparents owned plantations, they are a master-race? Shall we allow this sort of romanticism to extenuate itself by declaring that the Black Men needed to be schooled with whips and chains? What is to prevent this pseudo-religious romanticism from becoming so bold that it shall declare, that the Jews needed the scourge of the Holocaust?

The Judges of the Genocide Tribunal shall need to examine the torture chambers, and consider the pain of the victims. They must walk on those decks of the Ship of Shame which once reverberated with the screams of men who were being tortured and women who were being raped by dogs. Lucifer, who was so complacent when he was an angel, must be made to hide his face beneath the highest mountains.

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How to Serve Man

How to Serve Man

(a cookbook)

Sept.
12, 2001

The Sun is rising once again over that bend on the Kit Carson Highway,
where, just yesterday, a Yeti stumbled out from the woods and got
himself roadkilled.

I listen to the radio, and feel a strange emotion. The news confirms
the horrible suspicions I have had, concerning the destination toward
which Your Social Reason (URIZEN) is trying to deliver us.

When we tune in to Paranoid Alien Radio, we hear warnings of what the
Starlords who shape the policies of the Paranoid Aliens are
attempting.

As I listen to Paranoid Alien Radio, I am trying to follow a recipe, so
that I can bake me a new loaf of cornbread to replace the one that
became just as charred as my innocence while I listened to
yesterday’s mews.

When I tune in to CNN, I see what Paranoid Alien Radio is trying to warn
us about. We look at the new converts to the Cult of the Starlords
wandering through the ruins of the New York City World Trade Center.
They are not deterred by the yellow police tape; apparently, neither
fire nor falling objects can hurt them any longer. Whenever they
encounter someone who is still one of us, they proseletize and hand
him a copy of what is apparently their Holy Book.

The golden Old Manuscript lettering printed across the crimson leather
covers spells in English, How to Serve Man. It is so marvelous
that, in our time of peril, the legions of the Starlords have come
down to give us a hand.

Our enchantment is dampened when a Jewish professor from the University
informs us that he has seen that kind of leather before. In the
Holocaust Museum at Belsen. It is a type of hide with a grain that is
unmistakable. These Bibles have been bound in human skin!

The Jew then produces a Kabalistic device of diamonds and symbols that he
calls the “Tree of Life.” Using this diagram as a decoding
instrument, he shows us what the main chapter headings say, in the
Language of the Constellations. For instance

• Make
  sure you remove the entrails
• Which
  body parts can be eaten, and by whom.
• Skinning
  the hide, and preparing it for market.
• Human
  Thigh, stuffed and roasted over hot coals
• How
  to prepare breast, belly, and back meat.
• Warning:
  human hearts are always the property of your expedition commander.
  How to offer them properly.

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Good Morning morning out there in Paranoid Alien land. Is there anyone out there

who still is sufficiently in touch with the Four Directions, that he is able to do a rain dance and bring down real rain? 

The oven timer reminds me, the mistake of yesterday is not to be repeated. I open the oven door, and liberated corn-spirits spread their aroma all over the kitchen.

“So how do you like me now?”

Unmistakably, this is the Corn Mother with an attitude.

“Do you think that all that screaming just came out of New York?” she challenges me. “Will anyone dare to ask me, why the White Snake and the Black Snake are fighting?”

The corn husks which cover her breasts are beginning to spread apart. My attention is fixed on the cleft between her breasts.

“When the Angel of Death looked down on the two pyramids that had been raised up in lower Manhattan by the Priests of the Proud,” she explains to me, “she didn’t see anything that even looked like menstrual blood painted on the roof-combs. And you will have to realize that the children who have died from malnutrition and preventable diseases are driving that Fury crazy by demanding to know why their brothers and sisters are going to have to die too.”

Something is now screaming in my oven. When I look in, I see two witnesses howling in death-agony as they lie on a blockaded street. A NASA van roars in from Houston and is admitted through the police line. The two carcasses are loaded aboard for transport to the National Testing Grounds at Alamagordo. 

Eventually, after the fighting is over, and all of the tests that the U.S. government treasury can be billed for are performed, the stuffed hides shall be delivered to the International UFO Museum & Research Center on Main Street.

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Do you call it revolution? I rather would consider, the social historians 100 years in the future shall call it, the creation of a new calendar of civilization.
In 2012, so they say, the ancient Maya calendar shall have traversed the 25 Intercalary Years between the Old Calendar which ended in 1987, and the New Calendar, which shall only be given to Man, if the Lady Who Is Crowned by the Sun is pleased with what She sees.
According to all traditions, an Intercalary Period of this sort is extremely perilous. During this time when the Lady of the Sun and the Moon is deciding on whether to give the Human Race a new calendar, all of the four-footed brothers and sisters, all of the winged brothers and sisters, all of the brothers and sisters that swim, waddle or crawl, shall be asked to give their testimony, on how the Two-Legged tribes have treated the world which they have been given. Even the Tree People who are rooted in the forests and the jungle shall be asked to give their testimony.
There are legal complaints which all of these parties have filed, over the nature of the stewardship exerted over the Planet Earth by it’s reigning Intelligent Species. As a result of these complaints against Mankind, it is predicted that the advent of the New Calendar shall be signaled by severe disruptions of the seasons

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The Only Thing We Need to Fear

Good morning out there. This is Paranoid Alien Radio, broadcasting on 1519 killing hurts. We’re just here to warn you that if you aren’t paranoid, you simply aren’t facing reality.
This is Paranoid Alien Radio, letting you know that the aliens have already landed. Hey you, with your shining new car – you who know everything there is to know about the stock market, but who have lost touch with the cycles of the seasons. Can you prove that you are not an alien yourself?
Hello, Paranoid Alien Radio. My name is Prince Ranito. I was the Frog King who lost his fine tail. I’m just calling in to invite you to the big party the Aliens are going to be hosting in the World Trade Center of New York, in September of the year 2001.
This is the legendary Frog Prince, who used to be able to boast of the world’s finest tail, telling you about a few details that Edgar Casey left out, in his surreal effort to resurrect both the medicine and the mythology of the dispossessed Cherokees. Edgar Cayce was able to show us, that the tail of Plato’s Atlantis would fit nicely on the Bear who went ice fishing.

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Forgotten now, the honeymoon days of our liberal hopes, when we were able to believe that culture could create a revolution without Marx or Jesus. Once more, the Cycle of Violence has reached the point at which Bad Gods are able to demand human sacrifice.
 

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September 11, 2001

In the Sangre de Cristo Mountains

A Yeti stumbled out on the highway

And was roadkilled.

It was stuffed and put on display.

When carbon-14 dating has been perfected

This single specimen shall be able to tell us

The story of so many beasties whose hearts were torn out.

I would speak of the carnage on the road,

When headlights hypnotize animals,

But we also are standing in shock,

Having lost our voices.

It’s hard for us to speak with one another:

When the Yeti died, everything natural within ourselves

Died also.

Yet the momentum of outrage,

Tsunami of the 21^st Century

Approaches the shore with a driving ultimatum.

This escalation of terror can only be countered

By a revolution of the spirit.

Otherwise, Stalin and the Jacobins

Shall play their Heavy Metal on the economic pyramids,

While the old Aztec Gods

Grow even fatter than before.

Here, beside my breakfast cornbread

My telephone stumbles in shock.

It is not as though it had never stuttered before:

This horrible day in September when innocence dies,

When the emerald weeps blood,

When the different floating continents

No longer fit together.

We look out from our open graves;

We are free to walk into the world,

But we know that the once-born shall flee.

These once-born are running like rabbits,

Because our vision of an exploding world

Has changed us to foxes.

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Requiem For Faust

Requiem for Faust (Bi1)
April 25, 1997
Hello out there on Paranoid Alien Radio. Today, we shall find ourselves examining a different wormhole.
This wormhole is the result of the collision of two different galaxies, both rotating about slightly different space-time continuum gravitars, which in systems theory could be translated as system principles.
As we enter into this wormhole, the light of falling bombs illumines the clouds with newsreel footlights.

 

Act I

We are looking at the Revolutionary Stage of the Epic Theater. The orange curtain is branded with the emblem of the IWW Bad Kitty. The curtain now opens, and all of the romantic poets of the 1820's and 1830's converge to proclaim that they are the Unacknowledged Legislators of the World.

These Unacknowledged Legislators are joined by the Sans-Culottes Ladies. Arm in arm, they dance in a rosary ring about the stage.

Then Faust appears, amid a blast of smoke pellets augumented by sizzlingdry ice. As he strides downstage to the center, he is followed by an obedient black poodle dog.

Faust sings an aria, loudly proclaiming that these artsy-crafty teenagers are much too wild, and that the world must be made safe for the culturally insensitive average citizen.

The Morality of the Majority

The tigers and wolves are falling in love

With the morality of the majority.

It is to their advantage

If the tigers and wolves

Appear to be very pious

But in truth they should not be so.

Curtain; end of Act I

When the curtain opens for the next act, a coffin dominates the downstagecenter. In it, we can see the corpse of Faust’s dead teenage girlfriend. The rumorsare going around, that she was pregnant at the time of her “accident.”

Act II Scene 2

Now, in the light of a new round of bombs, a headline bursts forth in the clouds.

The World At War

Everything below is rather smokey; it seems that civilization is beingdestroyed. The calendar counts off five years. At last, the bombs stop, but it takesanother year before the smoke clears.

It is now 1946. Faust has just committed suicide, because he does not want

to face the Nuremburg Tribunal.

Until the day he was captured, Faust believed that he would be remembered as the supervisor of an ambitious program of public works. Instead, he now shall be remembered for the role that he played in the course of his wartime duties atthe Buchenwald Extermination Camp.

     The curtain closes on the Second Act. When it opens once again, we see Faust driving a bulldozer through Hell. Up there in the balcony wings, we see Margaret lounging in the clouds, sharing tea and crumpets with Anne Frank, and2 or 3 other angels, who also got dispatched to Heaven through acts of treacheryand violence.

    We hear in the background a chorus singing: “How long, my Lord,how long?”

     So what about Mephistophiles? The Last Act must remain unfinished,because the time has not yet come for Mephistophiles to get his tail bobbed.

     Love has not yet been redeemed. Faust shall continue to harrow Hell, until the kibbutzes of Zion have brought forth the fruit of democratic movement which shall transform the tyrannical traditions of the whole Middle East.

     A culture is beginning to be born, and the space-time- transcending gravitar of this culture derives from the need of the survivors to witness some sign of redemptionon the ground of the Holocaust.

     The last act must remain unfinished, because, even though the war is over,there is not much that is green and growing beneath the chimneys where victimswere sacrificed to Moloch. Perhaps the only hope lies in the encoded memoirs ofcertain of the old comrades of the Resistance.

     Because the story is still uncompleted, we see so many men and women who meet and kiss, but cannot sustain their love.

Crude Oil & Careless Love

Apr. 28, 1995
    Hello there. This is Paranoid Alien Radio, broadcasting on 1519 killing hurts. This is Radio Free Earth questioning your fundamental ambivalence. What do we witness when we look at your chemical base? Why do we see Crude Oil everywhere? It not only powers your engines; it also has crept into the food that you eat. We can observe that some of you are even injecting Crude Oil directly into your elbow veins.
    We who are Paranoid Aliens believe that your choice of a chemical base has been a matter of careless love. Denial always leads to promiscuity, since when a couple is in denial, they will do things to each other that will make it impossible to ever really wish each other well again. We Paranoid Aliens would rather favor the witch, who admits she shall never be faithful, and is therefore capable of atoning for the cruelties her infidelity inflicts.
    Perhaps the terrible grim truth that is concealed beneath the myths that are the pillars of your economic systems, is that the world has been created by those warriors and the man-choosers who have lived their lives upon the ragged edges of the dream. If they are patient with the desperate women who try to seduce them just far enough to get some favor, the heroes of your own age shall win the hearts of those Valkyries of higher realms who are called Houris.
    We who are Paranoid Aliens watch the way that men and women dance upon your planet. And we cannot help but wondering: why should there be so much intimate violence? It is one thing to say, enough: I shall no longer feed you if you threaten to bite off my arm. It is quite another to torture your lover to death, because you interpret her weariness as a sign that she has willingly betrayed.

The Paranoid Alien Looks at Public Health on Earth

The Paranoid Alien Looks at Public Health on Earth

 

Boxing Day, 1994

Hello, out there in Radioland. This is Paranoid Alien Radio, broadcasting on 1519 Killing Hurts.

      What has become of our Victory over the Shadow, which we had believed had been won for all time by the heroes of the 1940's?

      About the same time your sister began developing breasts, she discovered that the Great Abomination was not the Silence of God, but rather, the inability of the weary partisans of the ‘40's to admit that the downfall of the Twisted Cross had been only a provisional victory. The luminescence of 1946 proved to be a False Dawn. We subsequently learned, that until the Powers that rule this world are made accountable to the cries of those who suffer because they have been left behind, these brazen Powers shall attempt to use material technology to reverse the direction of the Wheel of Karma.

      That is why the constellations beneath which children were born in the ‘60's gleamed so brightly, in the canopy of a night which was so dark that nearly every intelligent person contemplated suicide.

      Maybe it’s a miracle that anything survived. Or maybe it’s just that the Creator has a rather perverse sense of humor. 

 

Bulletin on the Public Health of Your Planet

 

(Alien Voice with mechanical Intonation)

• Good morning from Paranoid Alien Radio, broadcasting on 1519 killing hurts, and wishing everyone a Merry Christmas. In the interest of public health upon your planet, we must warn you of a plague which is to be taken just as seriously as the White Plague that swept through all of Continental Europe during the 1940's.
• When you study the Holocaust and the Gotterdammerung, you usually leave out the influence of the Anti-man Djinn. Yes, certain stars do have anthropologists who do come around to take pictures of the savages torturing each other. They are tricked when you nibble at each other with lovebites, because their reptile minds can’t understand how it is possible to love and hate at the same time. But so long as you let yourself be ruled by games of serious dominance and submission, you’ll find you are caught in the nets of Cosmic Imperialists, who want to keep you bound in rituals of self-destruction, because they fear the day that your perversities shall become fashionable among their reptile-women.
• That is why you are suffering from this epidemic. We know that the first thing your rulers will do, shall be to try to control the epidemic through rites of human sacrifice. When this doesn’t work they shall try torturing victims, in hopes that the Gods shall smile. Because they live their days in the shadow of enormous pride, they can’t understand why the appetite of the Cruel Gods for human blood seems to escalate like a heroin habit.
• That is why we Paranoid Aliens have had to come down to inspect your military installations. We have had to intervene, because we are the only ones who are being allowed to question the chastity of your heroic soldiers. We may need to carry some of you off; this may be the only way that we can put an end to the gang-rapes that a certain group of us hears about when it tunes in to the voices of the mothers’ prayers.
• It would have been better if you had allowed the soldiers to drag all their harlots in tow. Then, at least, there might have been some honor, and some accountability for how they were spreading their own social diseases among the natives.
• It would be even better if these women were to gang together, to comfort and protect each other, and to demand the proper rites of atonement from men who’ve subjected their loved ones to pain and humiliation. When our Paranoid Alien Public Health Officers are able to observe this sort of response, we shall be able to conclude that your species is developing an immune reaction that is capable of suppressing the disease. Until that time comes, we shall need to continue our inspections, and we may need to carry some of your leaders off for special re-educational sessions.

 

A Place Where Mutually Incompatible Universes Collide

 

Hello there, let me introduce myself. I have come to your Great American Desert. I shall let you call me, “Roswell Man.”

      Some of you shall question, whether I should be called a man at all. The experts on who is a man are supposed to be the Anthropologists – but I’ve found that these Anthropologists are prejudiced against us Flying Saucer People. So prejudiced, that if one of us has a motor vehicle accident in New Mexico, he gets turned over to the Feds for scientific dissection.

      If you want to know, that is the reason why I am a Paranoid Alien. But I’ve been down here long enough to discover that, in the plains that are now staked with oil derricks, almost everyone is just as paranoid as I am..

      The Staked Plain of New Mexico is a place where several mutually incompatible universes are colliding. In most of the towns except Roswell, it’s snake-oil evangelism and Seven-Day Creationism. On the military bases it’s top-secret agendas and random particles from the nuclear physics lab. Out where the money is made, it’s drilling rigs send out by Napoleonic consortiums, as well as the human trafficking in illegal workers. Is it any wonder, with all this crazy-making, that there are Native villages in which a new Jesus gets nailed to a cross every year?

      If shoes are put out on the doorstep the next day, Christ has survived his ordeal.

Given the sort of confusion that your economic system imposes on the conscience, I really don’t think it’s surprising that some people want to believe in me as a God, while some of your leading theologians will insist that I must be the very Devil.

      Since my race is more like yours than I care to admit, it’s possible we may end up becoming your devils. But just for the record, the only reason I was flying around over Roswell the day of my motor vehicle accident, is that I was gathering data for a post-graduate thesis in Anthropology. As an anthropologist myself, I am aware that the cross-cultural excuse for Imperialism is that it is better for a people to be under the occupation of masters who rule by The Book, than to allow them to wallow forever in child-sacrifice and civil wars.

      When I deliver my report to the Starlords, I shall advise all to take solemn warning from the sinful conquests and terrible downgoings of the Conquistador caste in Roswell. I pray to what you call Allah that, in the fearful event that we are mandated by the Star Council to be your protectors, the people of my star shall do better than those of your planet have done in similar situations.

But knowing as I do the terrible similarity between my race and yours, I cannot guarantee it.

5. Reliable informed sources indicate than even though their home planet is many light years away, at warp-speed they can arrive here in 15 minutes.