Matt and Trey’s entire oeuvre is everything that is good about America. It is bold, confident, self-aware satire so sharp that it cuts through time and space.
Rather than a manifestation of the Trickster current, it is something entirely rarer… it is the Jester current.
Anywhere that there are ideals held too preciously, or offices taken too seriously, they will find and subvert these targets, leaving us to look again at something we thought we knew.
If you have ever been offended by their depictions of race relations, patriotism, celebrity culture, religious belief, AIDS, gender -and everyone has- then that is evidence of their art affecting you. The pain is the cure. And it is art. It serves to re-relativise an idea you have made universal. Even their own output hasn’t escaped the hot knife of their own output. (It was Terence and Philip’s Uncle Fucker that made me cry in the cinema. Find me a more outrageous, more superfluous use of a 35mm projector. In the literal sense, I truly could not believe what I was seeing or hearing. And I had paid to see it. It was a jester pretending to have sex with the queen in front of the king.)
After the show, we leave the theatre and cross Piccadilly Circus into a supermarket to pick up a few things (wine) for a late supper. There are TVs above the checkouts. Boston. While I had been laughing and silently congratulating America on its awesomeness, some asshole had gone and bombed it.
Weird coincidence, sure… but not yet a sync. (And syncing with the story of an east coast wizard who founded what became a wealthy, right wing cult with extensive intelligence connections, who was himself killed in a public street, is too, too easy.) There are, however, any number of actual syncs. Here’s a quick round-up:
- 42 makes an appearance on April 15th. Follow up piece on further sport syncs here.
- The symbolism of the street and its surrounds.
- The finish line being at number 666.
- The significance of the date in question. Not just tax day and Patriot’s Day.
- The whole Family Guy thing.
- And now, another fertilizer explosion, this time near Waco, exactly 20 years after the David Koresh.
Rough. Fucking. Week.
The ACTUAL Boston conspiracy
No one believes the official version of 9/11. Fine. But, as you know, –and we’ll come onto this later– my current suspicions are less common than the mainstream of the non-mainstream: Namely, that the buildings were destroyed by a directed energy weapon because that is currently the least worst explanation for the actual physics of the event. This may ultimately change. Hold your beliefs lightly or go home.
As for Boston? Are you kidding me?
I think the fact that Fox News didn’t immediately and isn’t currently splashing a picture of a beardy, brown man with a funny hat and an inexplicable twenty year relationship with the CIA all over your television is, alone, reason enough to cool your damn jets. The other reason is, you know… sanity.
While we’re on the topic of sanity:
And so we come on to the actual Boston Marathon conspiracy. A lunatic shill, in the pocket of the radical right, Dominionist/Corporatist regime, waiting a matter of minutes before -like he always does when tragedy strikes- blaming an imaginary socialist hijack of human civilisation that is clearly coming to take your guns. So you should go out and buy guns… and survival food. (Which, conveniently for you, he sells.)
Please enjoy this rant about the Texas Toad from the inimitable Ted Torbich:
Perhaps ironically, if there is an old-timey conspiracy at work here, we can currently infer from the modus that it will likely have been perpetrated by the very same neo-Nazi/radical right/secessionist/white power shadowy spectrum that spawned the Texas Toad in the first place.
But it’s early days so perhaps we should -like sane people- avoid such speculation until the actual investigating is done. Speculation is…
There are LCD TVs in the elevators of my office building that play BBC News. There is no sound so the subtitles for the hearing impaired show up. For the last several days, it has been repeated shots of the carnage and endless, “expert” talking heads, in the woeful style of today’s multichannel ‘news’™.
They all talk about the ‘sophistication’ of the ‘attack’ and continue to repeat the number of deaths or graphically describe the injuries of the victims. You could genuinely replace all the subtitles with BE AFRAID BE AFRAID BE AFRAID BE AFRAID. That’s all it is saying.
Here’s Simon Jenkins in The Guardian earlier this week, proving once again why he is my favourite columnist in the world:
Such deeds are senseless murders, but they are not terrorism as such. What makes them terrorist is the outside world rushing to hand their perpetrators a megaphone. Murder is magnified a thousandfold, replayed over and again, described and analysed, sent into every home. A blast becomes a mass psychosis, impelling a terror of repetition and demands for drastic countermeasures. An act of violence that deserves no meaning is given it.
Today in Britain Margaret Thatcher’s memorial service was being “reviewed in the light of the intelligence and security environment”, as if Boston had suddenly rendered London insecure. Sunday’s London Marathon was likewise “under discussion”, as officials had to deny that it might be cancelled. David Cameron had to speak. Boris Johnson had to speak. Could the Boston bomber have been awarded any greater accolade?
I heard a radio reporter intone that it was “incredibly difficult to make sporting events safe and secure”. It is not incredibly difficult, it is impossible. But who dares say so, when the great god terror stalks the land, hand-in-hand with the BBC’s World at One?
Who needs invented conspiracies about the imminent suspension of the right to free assembly when people are too scared to congregate in the first place? On the cab ride home from the theatre, an hour after the attack, our driver says “here we go again, I suppose.”
No. I reject that. I reject the deranged mutterings of the radical right stooges and I reject the endless fearporn of what I can no longer call ‘news’ with a straight face. Like the South Park boys, we should raise our collective middle finger and say fuck Canada to all that.
Where you come in
The way these two awful events have thrown up so many syncs tells us something important. And by ‘us’, I mean those initiates that have ears for twilight language.
And what it tells us is that the universe is malleable. The universe has noticed us noticing it and is waiting to see what we do next. It is us against the smog of fear. Every newscaster signs off with “our thoughts and prayers are with the victims of Boston and Texas” But you have to mean it. Because it works. Read this. Most of humanity is actually awesome. (Ignore the Texas link. But you see! There’s another one!)
You are in a mind war. You can singlehandedly stop terrorism. With. Your. Mind.
My thoughts and prayers are with the victims in Boston and Texas. Look who showed up the day after the bombing, April 16:
Kia kaha, America.