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I try to watch and hear all the Joe Rogan Experience podcasts I can stomach because it is a good gauge of the general state of samsara and I need to keep some kind of bead on that... which is hard to do from my little corner of the world and my extreme lack of funds. Sometimes it's not worth close attention, but serves well as the burble of manly tones while I go about trying to get to sleep. Doesn't always work, but if something's going to, that usually is it.
Yesterday, the vast, complicated system of pipes dumped me in a great vacuum mid-afternoon and so I thought I'd just listen to it streaming live while I cleaned my kitchen. Big mistake.
Andy Stumpf is precisely the kind of testosterone-poisoned wimp I don't want walking the earth, let alone in my name. His entire life is one long circus of primitive ego-gratification he only dreams is altruism. SEAL Team Six. Medical retirement. Now a mere adrenaline junkie "raising money" for vets swooping around in a wingsuit.
Twentysomething minutes in he tells us if it were up to him, he'd solve the Gitmo problem by killing all the innocent bystanders there, because, 100%, they've been radicalized into killers now... because, 100%, all Stumpf can understand is killers. This just after Tait Fletcher pipes up to state they should be released; that this is America and we don't do this to innocent people, we take responsibility, and the responsibility for whatever awful might come of it is on Chaney's and Rumsfeld's heads. I snapped it off when Stumpf said that, any Buddhist urges to endure him for learning's sake evaporated on the moment.
Still, all the rest of the day and night I found myself wanting to see Rogan kicking him out of his studio, or Fletcher barking him down and him apologizing and the three of them going about finding better subjects to discuss in front of millions of people.
Nope.
Rogan deferred to his right to see it that way, and Fletcher shut-the-fuck-up about how Americans handle things, pretty much letting this over-compensating castrato killing machine dominate the rest of the podcast, not even once nearing the mental space where an American allows as how we are no better fit to judge, to kill people in the course of working our head trips out on the planet, than, say, the Mongol hordes were.
I know damn well both Rogan and Fletcher were miserable after that despicable utterance from a ferret in dragon's clothing but, not wanting to cause a scene, publicly disgrace a holy SEAL Teamster, despite all the help such social graces lend to the great fascist killing machine made of our military. Besides, it's good for business.
Good for Onnit, good for Rogan not getting singled out by the psychopaths, good for Fletcher's Caveman Coffee, not to make waves when a satanically dysfunctional piece of mold-encrusted shit comes on and waxes heroic in front of the world.
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And, had he not said that, had the whole thing steered clear of Gitmo's little stash of tortured and mortally wronged human beings, the podcast would've served as a prime example of the harm of debating nuances of completely false premises, of lies, of mindfucks, of life as mentally conditioned wage slaves, as huge toddlers posing as adults.
You wonder why our kids are so fucked up? Why they're running around purposely homeless and mixing with drug addicts and thieves and killers and people so far wasted on booze they can't even keep a roof over their heads anymore? Why little girls are leaping in cars full of men and shooting at people on the rez? Why bodies are turning up all over paradise and nobody's even investigating?
This is why. Mass hypnosis. Intelligent, vital, strong, successful role models taking outright lies to be truth and debating what flows from that, swallowing hard on the bumpy parts, and keeping up the ruse they are living in a decent and moral society and all this completely hallucinatory blather is not harming everyone right down into their marrow.
Wasting ALL their courage and sensibility and love and power on thin air... well... thickening sulfurous AIR.
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We can only hope Andy Stumpf metaphorically flies into a rock face, something so undeniable he is forced to repent and do better... or, of course, not metaphorically.
And that Joe Rogan and Tait Fletcher learn the true meaning of manhood before more people die of their error.
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3pm Update
It seems Joe's apologizing in an oblique way. He's got Eddie Bravo on and stuff a LOT more like truth is being displayed full out for whoever's remained faithful. I'll link it HERE [take a miss on the first hour, srsly] when it's posted.
Gangsters. I'm a grown ass man. That's gangsters. —Eddie BravoThank goodness. Thank the buddhas of the ten directions. Thank Frank Capra. Thank da lort. Thank the heavens above us. But, still, I'm not getting over that Stumpf slime for a long time.
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