“And I care not who makes it’s laws.” – Mayer Amschel Rothschild (February 1744 – September 1812)

I try to remember to love and respect people who don’t think as I do, hard as it may be.

We’re all responding to something we’ve heard, not witnessed.  News is almost entirely hearsay.  We heard it from a news anchor, a newspaper journalist, columnist, podcast, radio or late night tv talking head.

It has no correlation to the truth.  It’s now a game of agenda and funding, not ‘get this out so the people can be informed’… but ‘this will work for us, put it out there’.

This latest Jeffrey Epstein rabbit-outta-the-hat should be proof… our government has only so much they can control.  There’s an iron dome when it comes to things like unlimited printing and funding, child trafficking, war, genocide, big pharma, weather control, Darpa, CIA, NASA and a holy host of other acronymic agencies.  With Biden, the notion of ever releasing this infamous ‘list’ wasn’t even on the table, so what are we disappointed about, that the elite criminals get away with it one more time?  They’ve been doing so for the best of 2000 years … maybe as long as man has walked the earth.

They allow us to choose sides (illusion of choice) to bicker, point fingers, hate each other, and move the scrimmage line just enough for us to believe we have a say in the game.  Well we don’t.

Someday, if we can bond with each other over standing with the Bidens, Obamas & Trumps, we’ll make it unsafe for Gaits and Fowci 🙂 to walk the streets.

This is the way it should be.  But it will never be this way as long as they can keep us blaming and hating each other.  I believe this is the first step in truly waking up.  Realizing that we are all at the mercy of our money-printing matrix thieves.

A few years ago we had some brutal rains.  Between this and the scorching heat of summer, one of the shipping crates here, containing all my old management files, contracts, master tapes and much of the memorabilia from the Ironworks Records years were ruined.

What I did manage to salvage were items that were securely stored in plastic bins and tucked away under other bins.

Today we’re giving away 3 Zippo lighters from the period of 2007/2008.

There is a Lifehouse “Who We Are” lighter with the originally intended artwork.  The label head at the time pulled a power move and said they wouldn’t release a record with a clown on the cover.  You figure that one out.  Some kind of personal superstition I suppose.  It broke our hearts because the entire record’s art was built around this Carnival Sideshow motif, and only this cover would have made it all make sense.

Instead we ended up with a pretty-boy photo of the guys on the cover, then all these sideshow paintings inside.  Made no sense at all.  Suffice to say this lighter is extremely rare!

Then there’s a “24” lighter we had made in honor of the success of the show at the time.

Last, a lighter for the documentary Ironworks released called “I Trust You To Kill Me’.

All yours, all you have to do is subscribe and win!

Jude

Here’s a new one in every sense of the word, except vibe.  Life Is A Video Game is inspired by the 80’s, obviously… which actually came pretty easy for me.  Then I had my son Jesse come in and help me bring a little more modern to the track, i.e. The Weekend, others.

Then, a new song called Painting by the K-pop girl group Kiss Of Life is out on Spotify, YouTube and the rest now with a video coming soon.

It was written by Jesse and I, and I also produced it.  Lots of new ones coming, but as always it takes time!

Please leave a comment on Soundcloud if you can.  It really helps 🙂

And another spin coming as well-

Jude

You’re driving in a city, in a very mediocre, used light blue Toyota Camry with 90k miles on a busy thoroughfare minding your own business. A brand new shiny $350k yellow Ferrari flies past you in an aggressive way beating you out of a green light and causing you to have to stop at the red.  Startled, you hit the brakes before you realize what the man in the Ferrari was doing. What’s your response?

A) Lower enlightenment, lower intelligence – You race as fast as you can to the Ferrari… to the next light, roll down your window, give them a very strong middle finger, yell obscenities at the top of your lungs, or even try to obstruct them from going straight without having to back up.

B) Lower enlightenment, higher intelligence – You hope that they hit a tree or total their car for being such arrogant douchebags… or at least that the police stop to give them a speeding ticket with a huge fine.

C) Higher enlightenment, lower intelligence – You say a prayer for their safety and their souls for whatever is making them so aggressive and feel you are doing God’s work.

D) Higher enlightenment, higher intelligence – After being startled but realizing you’re ok, you immediately shift your thinking back to wherever you were.  You continue your conversation if you were having one, paying no mind to the path they’re on.  You wish them well, but their journey has no effect on yours.

Black Mirror this year was meh. Three of the episodes were unwatchable. 3 were fair to mid. Netflix loves dystopic tales, then smears the notion of conspiracy theorists. Ah, the irony. I personally think it’s time they embrace some fresh new concepts, which can only come from conspiracies.
So I have a treatment if you will, for Netflix, for next season. It’s called:

“Someone Out There Wants You Gone”.

The chart above is LA’s weather forecast for the next 10 days.

In this new episode, and just like the previous 10 days or so, and the 10 before that, the sun keeps trying to shine, but every time it does the planes come out, spray and spray and spray until there’s 10 more days of stagnant, lifeless sky that turns cold, gray and drizzly.

Chance, a young girl of 13 is impervious to media’s cartoon-like reasoning for this madness and knows something is going on.
When she looks at the weather forecast online she doesn’t see a chart with icons of sun, clouds, etc. She sees airplane icons smattered across all the nice and sunny days.
It’s like a vision that speaks to only her. She knows what they’re doing.

Wanting to take action, she’s still a child. No military or government connections.

But she has a brave, dystopoic idea. Netflix loves brave girl dystopia… how could they resist?

Through her science studies she’s able to concoct a laser, right above the camera on a new state-of-the-art drone her parents bought for her 13th birthday, and mobilizes the camera to move at a 180º angle in all directions following the specs of a VR set she got for Christmas. Her parents are rich.
In her scientific brilliance she’s also able to scramble her flight frequency to undetectable levels. Yeah she’s really f’ing smart. She’s like Tom Cruise juggling bottles in ‘Cocktail’, only with brains.

Alone, Chance waits for the next beautiful day. Finally she spots a plane above, bellowing more filth upon the town. She closes her eyes and presses the 80’s style buttons on her drone remote, and fires the laser in hope, as it miraculously drills straight into the engine of the aircraft. A huge explosion erupts in mid-sky, and people everywhere look up in horror, believing it’s a freak accident.   Of course there’s no one actually in the planes.  These are military remote operated vessels being operated from a land base somewhere in Langley, Virginia.

Suddenly another plane is struck, and another. The Pentagon is called in. “Someone is taking out our planes!” they cry. “Immediate action is paramount and must be taken now!”.
Trucks, tanks and armor move in on the town with dramatic, ominous music. They have no idea what’s causing the disasters.

They plot a mission to fly remote helicopters over the entire town to find any activity from the ground that may be causing the calamity..
But, as the helicopters hover above, they too are blown into oblivion. By the time the deranged, evil-doers receive any visual evidence, it’s too late… they are scattered pieces of confetti, floating and shimmering slowly to the ground.
The sun dimming mission is aborted until enough intel is reached.

Chance calmly walks back to her room, puts her drone in the closet and walks to school.

As she sits slowly down to her desk, she suddenly bolts up in her bed in a cold sweat. It was all a dream. She frantically grabs her phone, face ID’s, and logs into the weather site to check the forecast.

The forecast shows airplanes where sunshine should be. Her vision wasn’t a dream, just the mayhem. She rests her phone down on her nightstand and shuffles to the kitchen for an extremely colorful bowl of Lucky Charms and milk. The camera slowly pans in on the cereal box’s toxic ingredients, as the screen fades to black.

The end.