Keeper of the Clown Bell

There are three meta totems that serve as recurring symbols of the modernist ethos projected by the Techno-Fascist Imperium which I have contemplated my entire adult life. They are as follows: Disposable lighters  - released on the world in 1973 these little Promethean wonder sticks brought fire to everyman at almost no cost in a valueless plastic container which could be tossed or lost without consequence. In a post titled  July 5th - Disposable Culture  the KOTCB marked '73 as year zero of America's  50 Years Of Failure  in large measure because of the irony of these butane lighters and the impact they had on global human consciousness. Jell-O  - It is a food product that requires refrigeration but provides no nutritional value to the grinning Deeble who spoons the colored cubes of reconstituted cow bones(?) into his gaping mouth. I put the (?) behind the possible ingredient of Jell-O because... little known fact... only a handful of people, by which I me...

As a prelude to inserterection Day Poop POTUS Jo(((k)))e Brandon made a pilgrimage to Valley Forge and upon that hallowed ground mumbled the curious supplication: Is Democracy still America's sacred cause? I'm not going focus on #DementiaHitler or his scripted answer to the question which was as dishonest and stupid as the last time he defiled a place of civic importance with his accusatory rhetoric and purposeful misreading of the nations spiritual mission. See KOTCB  Orange Brandon Razing  for a full review of that desecration and  World War Zzzz  for a follow up musings which, as it happens, link to the question of the hour. At the end of this meditation I will address one glaring historical observation that simply can not pass uncorrected but for the purposes of this post I will focus my comments on the real inserterection and why it happened. Here's an inserterection timeline with pithy descriptions + some reference links at the end. Attention: 2008 - Financial ...

The persona of Kanye West is no stranger to the ringing of the Clown Bell and has been cited by this blog on 3 previous occasions: A meditation on human consciousness and creation titled  West World considered the beneficent influence (if not design and manufacture) of Mr. West by forces much greater and more mysterious than himself. A review of Rap Music in general, through the KOTCB lens, titled  where the fuck is Kanye when you need him? highlights the simpatico mindset that forms the Trump/West bonds of friendship and loyalty. In October of 2018 America's First Woman President (FWPOTUS) entertained Kanye in the Oval Office and this meeting afforded Mr. White Chocolate Chas T. the opportunity to ruminate on the recurring theme of (S)He Broke Me - The Überfrau vs. The NPC's which explains Trump's otherworldly power in defeating the White Suburban Women (WiSubWo) and their selected "Representatives." What more is there to say? A talented guy is elevated to bil...

One of the greatest things about Trump is the way his candidacy and presidency exposed the fraudulent foundation of an entertainment establishment that produces, directs, edits and performs the Clown World theater of our meta-reality. These performers are comprised of well known thespians of stage and screen, TV talking heads and court jesters for the Administrative State, Rock & Roll troubadours and thousands of strange “public personalities” or influencers who have the spotlight of fame shine on them for inexplicable (but obviously nefarious) reasons. Sportsball athletes, popular “scientists” of note, authors and artists and spiritual leaders also play their part in this grand illusion which is organized and managed - sometimes loosely, sometimes tightly - by the Intelligence Community of the USA. In this regard, the chief “actors” in what has become a demonic tragic-comedy are the “elected” politicians who claim to represent the will of We the People but are, in fact, soulless p...

William Harrison was a prophetic writer of considerable learning and talent with an unflinching focus on the human condition and a shitlib sentimentality that secured a tenured academic seat at the University of Arkansas . This Razorback's contribution to American arts & letters is significant as a fine writer and storyteller and as a teacher to the many talented scribblers who attended the UofA Master of Fine Arts program. As is often the case with writers it is a throw away story or literary folly that captures the attention of some editor or producer and in Mr. Harrison's case that was a piece of futuristic fluff published in Esquire Magazine ( 1973 ) titled "The Rollerball Murders." The director Norman Jewison put it on celluloid and cast the great James Caan as the stories stoic hero Jonathan E. The screenplay , also written by Harrison, builds on the short story and creates a fully realized aesthetic of a dystopian future growing out of cultural (R)evolutio...

I love to read Caitlin Johnstone over at Medium because, aside from being a commie, she is right about almost everything and a prolific writer. So when Geo. W. Bush bragged about his call "to launch a wholly unjustified and brutal invasion of Iraq" during a speech at his presidential center in Dallas I just had to go read her assessment of the moment . She didn't disappoint, claiming that Bush's Freudian slip/confession is "the single best thing that has ever happened" (W"s malapropism), sweet Caitlin goes for the Adam's apple: The bullshit doesn’t get any more brightly illuminated than this, folks. All that spin and narrative management they’ve been pouring into the US proxy war in Ukraine, and Bush undoes it all with the Bushism to end all Bushisms. The girl's got a point. Bush wasn't even supposed to be talking about Iraq - he was talking about Putin and his "wholly unjustified and brutal invasion of Ukraine." Those are the wo...

  Creature It is no secret that I hold the music of  Charles Thompson IV – aka Frank Black, aka Black Francis, the lead singer of Pixies - to be some of the greatest rock & roll ever made and I can listen to any of his recordings at any time for an indefinite duration. I’m a ultra-Black fanatic, to use the  contemporary  parlance, and pledge unconditional dedication to this man's inscrutable musical message. He’s my favorite pop musician which is to say that I’ve spent more time listening to him (especially the Frank Black records 1993-2006) than any other musical artist including long time favorites Pete Townshend (1964-1978), Lowell George,  Kramer (and ALL Shimmy-Disc), Elliot Smith and Doug Martsch of Built to Spill who composed the soundtrack of my life. Almost 3 decades ago Mr. Black wrote a tune titled " The Creature Crawling " that was put on his " The Cult Of Ray " album and the song has stuck with me for reasons which I will now explain....

"Proof" You're minding your business on West Pico Blvd. when some zonked beyond belief broad staggers into your shop, makes a mad dash to the water closet and pukes all over the toilet. The Agent Smith's in her security detail position themselves at the bathroom door and stand guard while the First Daughter-In-Law cleans the vomit off her face and arms. After giving you the nod to keep your mouth shut and clean up the mess these watchmen escort this unaccountable twist out the backdoor and into the society from whence she came. I'm not making this up - it just happened last night for real and I've got photographic proof of the aftermath (not that I needed any) for all you "show me the proof", "I haven't seen any evidence", "it's probably Russian disinformation" ass-holes who NEED "proof" for every obvious thing that ever happens in this life. You might be one of those people and if you are I'm glad you stumbl...