white supremacist dog whistling

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I’ve never heard the term white supremacist dog whistling, until Google made it clear to me today. I think it’s clear commentary on a subspecies that exists today in America called the corporate zombie bootlicker. I think all the white supremacist dog whistling skinheaded fanatics and the corporate zombie holier than thou, bootlickers should all get in the octagon cage and have it out once and for all. In a no holds barred death match. I would definitely pay to see that. What an epic match or mismatch as it may prove to be. But I digress, I was lost in a trip last we met but the news or the facsimile of the news, had brought me back to insane planet earth, the only planet that believes that nuclear warheads keep it safe…and safe from what? Nuclear weapons, nuclear attack… freaking bunch of geniuses down here for sure.

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So I got to pondering Saturday morning cartoons you know, not this new garbage but the sixties and seventies classics. I wondered how much of that subtle programming shaped the modern intellect as it stands collectively today? Do you think the two hillbillies in daffy duck cartoons were white supremacist dog whistling while they sang? I myself am remaining neutral on that particular pivotal issue. I wonder how long it will take the masses to realize that good cannot exist without evil… I wonder if they can wrap their ability to contemplate around that. Or what’s more likely is that opposite sides will continue to be offended by each other indefinitely.

But who cares right? and what does some vague pinon on politics have to do with acid tripping you ask, well honestly as a representative of the tripping community I could not provide a definite answer for you on that…oh wait I can hear a white supremacist dog whistle some where…oh it’s just Google trying to false flag another fake news story into fruition.

Anyway before we were so rudely interrupted and my high totally blown, I was tripping out somewhere can’t quite remember ever since that political article on a search engine site piped up and got my attention remembering the image of the dog staring into the grammerphone funnel with the caption underneath “his masters voice”… might be too old an icon for you Millennial generation. But I got to thinking how influential a company whom claims to be a search engine is becoming in the news scene. The reason I mention it is that they seem so brazen in their opinion on absolutely everything and so far removed from factual news reporting that I just wonder what the hell their intent is.

Damn it i keep going back to obviously fake news and forget to tripp, let’s dose up shall we….weeeee…..weeeeeeeeeee…sorry…my God where’s my nose!…oh here it is In my hand…keep away from that window…
Oooh too late… all I could hear was I can fly I can fly…i can flyyyy…i can fly…i can fly…thatch getting repetitive its not like your readers are actually tripping man. Keep that in mind there chuck, in all and by all means there comes a juncture when the articulator of the content must focus no matter how many purple microdots he has ingested.

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With this in mind I must somehow make clear to you that my face has been replaced with some strange version of the where’s the beef lady’s face…it might not effect you as much…but to me it’s deeply impactful. I cannot go around asking where the beef is for the remainder of my life. I just don’t have that much time left in this planet’s influence and how the hell do I get out of this duck hunting outfit. One galosh at a time kid, one galosh at a time, so here I am dripping wet sitting in the sack a duck truck stop and waffle shop. Apparently I have ordered waffles and coffee with a side of duck flavored bacon. To my dismay Richard Nixon and Spiril Agnew are sitting directly across from me sharing a plate of cheese covered deep fried duck chips. It’s like a bad dream but I’m definitely here and pinching has not brought me back. Richard says to me, “so you are a counterculture hippy, enemy of the state” to which I can give no reply. Agnew pipes in, “we could use him Dick…we could give him the ears all the boys in Nam, are collecting.” I now am totally unable to speak. Yes this stupid kid could be another useful idiot, just like Charles Manson. Yes im certain we can use his own proclivities to our advantage.

These young whipper-snappers think they know everything and we both know what happens when you think you know everything… they both begin laughing until melted Velveeta cheese is running out of their noses. I can only pour maple syrup on a waffle then Nixon says to me wiping cheese from his face, “son come on in for the big win…wire your head and your azz together … work for us and you’ll never have to worry about money again… now he looks at me incredulously… I find I can speak and say, ” Dick, im not worried about money now” … Agnew screams pointing at me “communist”!! , he gesticulates wildly in my direction, “communist”! And the last thing I can remember is the blinding white heat of 40, 12 gauge shotguns simultaneously going off in my face…end scene one…born again in some other place and time a distant white supremacist dog whistling Danny boy somewhere… I find this warm buzz relaxing and pleasant. Just mildly disappointed that I did not get to even taste my waffle, that was 100% pure Canadian maple after all. I’m also glad the dynamic duo of pure evil could not use me like a plastic sex doll either…it is true to be better dead than red, but it seems I’m both somehow… I mean how does some unknown acid head argue with the secretary of state and the President right. I suppose it’s all water under the bridge now. But I remain perturbed. My Hip waders and this flannel shirt…boy I sure hope I am not mistaken, ooh wait here in my chest pocket a white supremacist dog whistle…shall I?… I blow and can hear nothing but seconds later surrounded by white supremacist dogs and they are all corporate board members many from foogle itself…what a little holiday! no wonder Google knew what a white supremacist dog whistle was while before today, I was clueless. So I guess Bernie Sanders says you don’t know what it is like to be poor, live in a ghetto or be harassed if your white…now I am absolutely certain this applies to him in spades, but I was born poor, grew up in a ghetto in Hawaii where I was harassed daily for being white, hmmm go figure.

Right now I’m in the Issan province of Thailand the poorest province of Thailand. Just five days ago while in Laos I was jumped by a Vietnamese street gang and beaten pretty damn severely… why was I targeted to be robbed? Because I am white, this just happened there Bernie, and they were unable to rob me because I fought. Well well well imagine a career politician being totally dead wrong… amazing… So tripping all aside let’s kick this pumpkin down the road a bit into some new realm of refracted light, sounds of purple and tastes of the red and blue…royal funk masters psychological psychedelic journeys begins with allot of fanfare but no humility and this humility is what I think these politicians are missing. Dropping the strawberry ozzly or eating the purple window pane all good and well, but all trip and no living in the square will make Jack a lost boy. So i billow out the winds of change into the night sky without my neighbors noticing, they are tucked into their mainstream bull mills and woofing down on low grade poisons, it’s all perfectly ok I’m not judging them, I just can’t seem to understand why they want to fight tooth and nail to preserve the rat race they b1tch and moan about daily. So to find the source of the stream of the dream is foolishness to them. To become aware of the source of the causation of their own experience seems unattainable to them because they dwell in their faithless states of awareness. All of this is perfectly ok i just don’t understand it. So President Reagan flew in on a u.f.o. just a short while back and apologized to me, I high-fived him and said its cool Ronnie I had to go through that thing to see the other side man. And all my motions through this dream have led me here to infinite awareness, from which I observe more than I ever thought impossible or possible, I can tell you this world goes on forever… don’t believe that M.K. ultra bullsh1t about this world running down or the sun dying or global warming… they can’t predict the weather five days from now and they want you to believe they know the future… hilariously ridiculous crap got sheep bleating and running scared, Ronnie Ray Gun, smiled boarded his small disk spacecraft and got the hell back outta here. I appreciate his apology to me though. So the parallels continue through the ages with mixed results. So the tripping will bring out what is within you into symbolic experience… a visual sensual representation of the content of yourself playing out before you in a so called trip… these journeys are not for everyone, not even for most. Freedom is dangerous as a mountain… choice always has its consequence. Finding the self… the real self is easier said than done. But finally in the end each in their own good time will find the true self. We will find our objects of desire without fail, keep on Truckin.

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