Monkey rapes a Dog

Dear Reader,

Today my friend, Neb the Great, told me a story of when he witnessed a Monkey rape a Dog in India someplace. Apparently the Monkey and Dog were playing rough, until the Monkey did a somersault type manoeuvre over the Dog and began to lance it from behind eagerly. It is said that the dog didn't seem mind too much, it just waited until the Monkey was pumped out. He also told of Monkey gang fights where, for instance, one lone Monkey would pounce into another groups territory who would then proceed to royally beat the shit out of the unfortunate wanderer.

Extremely brutal, but interesting, and possibly funny depending on your tastes.

It got me thinking about Human behaviour.

Firstly I think that if you do not believe in Magick/Sorcery , well, basically never mind for you because it is used every day to control the herd. Yes, the herd in which you and I exist. I am talking of cultural engineering. We are viewed as a herd by the group of people who own the mainstream media and also by their friends who run all the shit that pisses you off. They all hang about together drinking lovely drinks, having loads of sex, making deals, laughing and generally having a good time. There is a structure to it and everything. It all happens without us knowing sweet fuck all, this is why it is called a secret society. Haha, funny init mate? A relatively small group essentially feed off us, the consumer, like animals. They got us too concerned with each other you see, instead of focusing on ourselves.

An illusion is cast and we are made to think that we are at the peak of human advancement. We are all involved it's well great. Technology makes information instant and we swipe away with glee for a while. We become, or stay, like children eternally seeking a new toy. Sitting as brainfucked bong-mongs or twitchy insecure-o-bots who have their eyes glued to the screen I type this stuff on. Shoving our faces with chocolate, crisps and cake because we feel sad or bored. Feeling happy or shouting at people because they support another football team. Wanking alone in iPad illuminated front rooms. Fidgeting about because we are anxious as to what others are thinking of us. Punching walls and ourselves because the council have sent another letter. Nothing necessarily wrong with any of these, but if it is all we live for then are we not;

Just like morons?

Just like animals? 

Just like monkeys fucking dogs?

I have heard of gangsters who fuck men in their bum as punishment, as an illustration of their power. Men have got as aggy as they can surely get and women have become wanna-be-geezers or just plain cheap. 

In the herd that is. 

Most of us are nice of course. Most of us are searching for answers in one way or another, we just might not have realised it yet.

The cattle are kept scared of everything.

Especially themselves.

But really we are not cattle.

LOL

I'm a mother fucking Lion.

What are you?

Peace be upon you dear Reader,

Rednaxela.