Showing posts with label Time Money Moon Value. Show all posts
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Tuesday, November 20, 2018

Links to All Articles Regarding Spiritual Financial Advice

     The articles found below were published in Issues magazine between July 2017 and October 2018. The first ten articles were published in my third book, Time Money Moon Value: Financial Advice for Shamans, under my real name, Joseph W. Kopsick.
     The other five articles have not been published in any book. Topics discussed in those articles include spiritual financial advice, and the election of myself (using the pseudonyms Jack Sampson and A. Non-Imus) to the spiritual and financial leadership of the Order of Celestial Integration, (which was previously headed by the prophet J.C. Meyers).
     These articles are works of satire, but they are also meant to reveal hidden truths about the relationship of superstition and apophenia to the studies of economics and monetary matters.
     Readers feeling left empty-handed after reading the final article in this list, and hoping to look deeper into the topics at hand, should study the "temple economy", as well as the features and characteristics of the rock in the Dome of the Rock, for more information.

     [Caution: The final five articles in this list were written while a cult was trying to brainwash me into being a fictional cult leader named Jack Sampson.]



1. "Yes, That Inanimate Object is Mocking You, and Here's Why:
     a Guide for Schizophrenics Trying to Get into Chaos Magick" (June 2017)
http://aquarianagrarian.blogspot.com/2017/06/yes-that-inanimate-object-is-mocking.html

2. "Investment Advice for Lunatics:
     Using Sigil Magick to Risk Nothing for Everything" (July 2017)
http://aquarianagrarian.blogspot.com/2017/07/investment-advice-for-lunatics-using.html

3. "Currency Wars:
     How to Game the System" (August 2017)
http://aquarianagrarian.blogspot.com/2017/08/currency-wars-how-to-game-system.html

4. "Why Yap Island Stone Coins Tanked on Friday" (September 2017)
http://aquarianagrarian.blogspot.com/2017/09/why-yap-island-stone-coins-tanked-on.html

5. "Shut Yer Yap:
     How to Starve Yourself Rich" (A Numismatic Exorcism) (October 2017)
http://aquarianagrarian.blogspot.com/2017/10/shut-yer-yap-how-to-starve-yourself.html

6. "Using Schizophrenia as a Powerful Creative and Introspective Tool" (November 2017)
http://aquarianagrarian.blogspot.com/2017/11/using-schizophrenia-as-powerful.html

7. "Crafting and Charging Your Sigil-Currency:
     How to Put Your Money to Work for You" (January 2018)
http://aquarianagrarian.blogspot.com/2018/01/crafting-and-charging-your-sigil.html

8. "Coping with a Faith-Based Currency:
     a Guide for the Uninitiated" (March 2018)
http://aquarianagrarian.blogspot.com/2018/03/coping-with-faith-based-currency-guide.html

9. "Appreciating Your Possessions:
     Extending Faith Through Extending Credit" (April 2018)
http://aquarianagrarian.blogspot.com/2018/04/appreciating-your-possessions-extending.html

10. "The Shibbolethic Talisman" (May 2018)
http://aquarianagrarian.blogspot.com/2018/05/the-shibbolethic-talisman.html

11. "How to Know God Through Investing in Memes", by Jack Sampson (August 2018)
http://aquarianagrarian.blogspot.com/2018/08/how-to-know-god-through-investing-in.html

12. "Jack for the Order:
     Independence from Meyers", by Jack Sampson (August 2018)
           Abbreviated Version (for publication in print):
http://aquarianagrarian.blogspot.com/2018/08/jack-for-order-independence-from-meyers_28.html
           Full Version:
http://aquarianagrarian.blogspot.com/2018/08/jack-for-order-independence-from-meyers.html

13. "I Hereby Retract My Identity", by A. Non-Imus (August 2018)
http://aquarianagrarian.blogspot.com/2018/08/i-hereby-retract-my-identity-by-non-imus.html

14. "Why I'm Right That the World Wouldn't Have Ended", by Jack Sampson (August 2018)
http://aquarianagrarian.blogspot.com/2018/08/why-im-right-that-world-wouldnt-have.html

15. "Ascetic Austerity:
     Demurrage is the Demiurge", by Jack Sampson (September 2018)
http://aquarianagrarian.blogspot.com/2018/09/ascetic-austerity-demurrage-is-demiurge.html












     Copies of Time Money Moon Value can be purchased directly from me for $12 ($10 plus shipping). Please email me at jwkopsick@gmail.com to request your copy! Ten copies are still available.
     My other books - two collections of my best essays from before 2017, titled Libertarian Conspiracy Theories and Soft Communism for 90's Kids - can be purchased by following this link, and clicking the links embedded within the page:
     http://aquarianagrarian.blogspot.com/2017/05/two-collections-of-essays-now-available.html



Post-Script:
     Articles #11-15 are the only articles I have written, and the only articles I ever will write, under the name of Jack Sampson or A. Non-Imus. Any and all other articles attributed to Jack Sampson, should be assumed to have been written by the staff of Issues magazine.








Links Compiled on November 21st, 2018

Introduction Written on November 21st, 2018

This Blog Entry Originally Published on November 21st, 2018

Post-Script Added on December 13th, 2018

Edited on December 19th, 2018 and February 28th, 2021

Imaged Added on December 20th, 2018

Edited on August 3rd, 2021 and
September 26th, 2021

Tuesday, August 28, 2018

Why I'm Right That the World Wouldn't Have Ended, by Jack Sampson


               The silent echo of J.C. Meyers says it all. This betrayal is none of her concern, though!
            But have no fear; It Is I, YHWHoever I Am, cum to save the day... with the only things that have ever solved mortal problems: guilt-tripping, shame, and humiliation. And so, en garde; have at you!
            Sure, some will say “we should have seen this coming” - and by “this”, I mean what could only be termed “Meyersgate” - but that is not the Nature of the backrophcy! Remember: Miracle first, prediction afterwards! The Event can only be made sense of after it has come to pass, in Light of the old prophecies which the Event fulfills, and in Light of the symbolism which they reveal.
            So, sure; others will say “we should have seen this coming”, but guess who did not see this coming. Me, Jack Sampson. ...Oh, you don't know Jack? Well, to make a long story short, the world couldn't have ended, because of one simple fact: the world wasn't booked for the 11 o'clock slot. “All the world's a stage”, but a world that isn't booked can't close.
            Therefore, ergo, ipso facto... fuck J.C. Meyers. This pauper of a pastor has led this flock too far, and it's a waka flocka shame.
            Misleading the Order of Celestial Integration, and all its members, into believing that her skills at numerological magickianing surpass those of Emperor Ryan and myself!? I, the author of Time, Money, Moon, Value!: Financial Advice for Shamans, and Ryan, He who loved the number 666 (His only Son) so much that He gave it to us for half-price? Shameful.
            Not only did J.C. Meyers mislead us into believing that God had chosen the wholly manmade construct of Midnight at Eastern Daylight Savings Time, but also that He had chosen Meyers, of all people, to convey this Message! Normally this would be laughable, but alas, here we are.
            Aside from Pastor Meyers's theological and gematriarchal hubris and the, admittedly, relatively minor side-note that the world did not technically end (at least not yet) – neither Meyers nor her God ever gave us a lick of warning or advice about how to deal with the potential panic that this End Times prophecy, true or untrue, was bound to cause.
            Why, just a moment after Midnight, I myself wondered whether the world had ended, and I'd been transported to Hell. For all around me were the cries and gnashing of teeth that you'd expect to hear in Hades; wails like “Oh man, I'm not gonna die!? Now I have to kill myself!”
            What horror, to think of what would happen had that lowly concertgoer known that the world would continue. How many lamentable moments of suffering could have been avoided, if only he'd have had the information, and could have taken his life all the sooner!
            Take this as hyperbole if you will. But there is no greater suffering than knowing that the religious leader of the apocalyptic doomsday cult – the cult that you trusted with your heart and your soul and your economic units - is just another Alex Jones -type conspiracy theorist who tells people to head for the hills because it's Y2K. Haven't We the People had enough of that crap already?
            And yeah: “What if a panic ensued”. Sure. But think about this: “What if one hadn't!?” I mean, it's one thing if the guests at your festival are demanding their economic units back for the world not ending, but it's another if they're trying to figure out why even a D.I.Y. outsider music fest that failed to bring forth an apocalypse, should lack havoc and bloodshed altogether. I know, it's bullshit!
            Well, by the power of Bill Cooper, I shame Meyers for her misdeeds. I hereby invoke an anarchist grand jury, call for special elections, and challenge Meyers for the title of spiritual leader of the Order. I additionally challenge J.C. Meyers for the title of J.C. Meyers. Shame! Shame! Shame!
            J.C. Meyers is dead; you all saw it with your own eyes. Thus, the avatar of Meyers hangs from the roof of this chapel like a cocoon, or stands at the pulpit like an empty suit: just begging for someone new to come into it, and assume its form. I repeat: J.C. Meyers is dead! Undead, undead, undead.
            Just the same, the Spirit of Jack is bustling in its chalice, overflowing, as it cannot be contained by (nor within) any one person nor persona. Moreover, Sri Meyers has extended an invitation, calling for more prophets. And so, I volunteer. Long live J.C. Meyers!
            My coming will herald a new era of transparency; a new Day in the accountability, and solvency of the Order. I will commit to using crypto-numerological magick to accurately back-tell miraculous and fortuitous events, while prohibiting its use for evil purposes, such as weaponization and accounting.
            Now let's put it all together: J.C. Meyers is dead, long live J.C. Meyers!
            I urge Meyers to step down; in order to end her shame as quickly as possible, and in order to immediately restore dignity to the Order..
            J.C. Meyers will fall; it's not a question of whether, it's a question of when. On this day, we proclaim: “No Masters But Meyers”.
            Ave Order. Ave Self. Ave Nostra.
            It seems I was right all along.




Written between July 16th and 18th, 2018
Originally Published in the August 2018 Issue of Issues Magazine
First Published to This Blog on August 28th, 2018

I Hereby Retract My Identity, by A. Non-Imus


     High, They're! It’s me again, Winston Smith. Fuckin' or is it? I’ve edited so much already, it could change at any moment. Like ya do. But I can do nothing but Edit (I certainly can’t right worth a damn). Would that things were the Abbasid way around. And so, I am Winston, I am Joe; I'm Jack, I'm Joe-Jack; I'm J.C., and Nostra. Just as I am Lowered, so Eye am Lord.
     Nostra diVarious, that is. Not E Pluribus Unum (“one out of many”), but Nostra diVarious: “ours out of many”. Be ye man or mashup artist, a human identity is one which is cobbled together out of many characters, personas, and masques; real and fictional alike (if any of us can be said to be real at all). That's the Nature of our sacred discourse, and our scared Discord; that's why it's sin our Nature to sew this c(h)ord.
     Ernie Wayne of the family Tertelgte, the mountain man who speaks with the voice of the wind, hath proclaimed that you are not your name; you are not in the flesh what you are scrawled onto papyrus or chiseled into stone.
     It’s not that I am no longer Joseph William Kopsick; I was never THAT (praise Bernie). And certainly not the all-caps version thereof. I “am” Joseph William of the family Kopsick. More accurately, I “am” named Joseph William. But in truth, I was named Joseph William, by the family Kopsick. But your middle name is your real name, so Will I Am. I can Will-ingly change my name. ...You see what I'm gettin' at? Take your name back into your own.
     Edit. Better. I Don’t Know My Name. It’s all there in the words of Respect, Will and Grace. And so, out of deference to “them” (even though Martin Buber says “they” don't exist), I retract my name, my nicknames, and my identity, which shall Hereafter be considered in flux.
     Like a cat retracts its claws – and like a lawmaker retr(o)acts its clause – I hereby retract all of my characters, masques, personas, titles, and claim to the throne of Imperial Russia (I know, right?).
It’s not that Time, Money, Moon, Value! didn’t sell well; it’s that Fayporwave didn’t sell well. …Of course, it doesn’t help that Fayporwave was not then released, nor moreover that it is still unreleased. But that is ear-elephant, for J.C. Meyers hath called for more prophets. And so we say unto thee: “Give Us Your Money”. Money for Nothing, cucks.
     After all, I – “Joseph”, for most purposes – am He whom “God will increa$e”, as was profitcied. God is Will incarnate, and so am I. My won true name is “He who bought lifetime peace for a dollar at Skygate, the reflector of Heaven”, but that won't fit on a puny mortal government document, so I'm forced to improvise.
     Yea, a single dollar bought Me everlasting Peace – work smoothly lifetime peace – for a dollar. I’ll buy that for a dollar!TM And you can have lifetime peace too; not from any Buddhist amulet, but by giving “me” a dollar donation after listening to Fayporwave “for free” online, when it comes out. Fulfill the profit, see? Listen to it now, before it's released, before it's realized!
     Like “my” other mashup albums, this album is “mine”, but only in the sense that I have mined the great American songbook to create them. But I have given them to you, and taken ours to complete them, for just as the past tense of “mind” ought to be “mound”, what’s yorus's is Horus's, and what's mound takes ours, cat.
     I’m Not the One who did those things, who performed all those miracles, anyway. Waterfall After all, who am Id to say who Id am? I damn well d k. The person who made those mashups - and wrote that financial advice for witch doctors and crazy people – that is not who I am today. I didn't build that, someone else did that.®
     I am officially embarking upon a dissociative episode solely in order to disown my authorship of my music. Who I am is simply too unstable to continue as a single person(a) without faction and fracture. I shall soon release myself from this Herculean burden by making the legend (that is, the Key) public. Like a soldier who does more before 5 A.M. than you do all day; or like Bob Dylan, who experiences himself as five different people before breakfast; or like the Yakuza, who’ll kill ya five times before you hit the ground; YHWH a different person every 1 to 45 seconds.
     The little flying robot from Flubber hath taught me well; for that is the true teaching of Madonna: to change your identity every time the song does. Look up the word theotokos and you'll see that there really is something about Mary: She's All THAT, and She(s) beckon(s).
     And that is what listening to Nostra diVarious is like (if I may be so bold as to review “my own” - aw, who am I kidding - your work). And that’s because that’s what it’s like to listen to no Stradivarius – or Nostradamus, Ghostradamus, or Boastradamus (the savant who brags about his prophecies), too – for that matter. And so, brav@ to You! Your album rocked. You need to quantize shit better and snap that shit to the grid, but yeah. I liked what I saw, and I saw this.
     Thus, I retract not only my name, identity, personas, titles, and musical “authorship” (that is, if you consider hyper-sampling with a white dude reggae-scatting over it an “art form”); I also renounce my claims to my work Time, Money, Moon, Value!. Not only do I welcome the unauthorized copying and plagiarism of, and profiteering from, the booklet I have created; I encourage it (provided that one dodges taxes)!. Try and enforce that, U.S. Patent Office!
     In fact – not that you needed my permission - I hereby authorize the book's continual release and re-release to the public, by whomever pleases... with whichever edits they please! It'll be just like TheTM bible! ...Hey, as long as you Do a Goddamn Thing. [Witch, if I’m not mistaken, is the name of the latest Spike Lee joint.]
     I annihilate my self at the sacred foot of Indra; I annihilate myself at the foot of The Thunder, Perfect Mind. I sublimate myself to the sublime. I retract my authorship, my Arthurship, my othership, and my mothership. Also, as I renounce my claim to the thrown, I hereby retract my Dong (VND) from the Church; that is, from the Holy Cigar Cutter, the Great Cele$tial $perm Bank. That's right, my dick is going public; this is the initial pubic offering.
     As such, I am halting my collaboration with the Order until such time as I may regain my entity.
     I also retract my foreskin while I retract my identity.

     P.S.: I hereby retract this article.
     That's a rap.
     What.




Written on June 22nd, 2018
Originally Published in the July 2018 issue of Issues magazine
First Published to this Blog on August 28th, 2018

Jack for the Order: Independence from Meyers (Abbreviated Version), by Jack Sampson

The following is an announcement of the candidacy of myself, Jack Sampson, for spiritual leader of the Order of Celestial Integration. The Order of Celestial Integration, or "the Order" for short, is an apocalyptic death cult -slash- record label based out of North Carolina.
My opponent is pastor J.C. Meyers.
This article was first published in Issues magazine in its September 2018 issue.

     It is eye, your deer leader, Jack Sampson, cum to $ave you from bad theocracy! We have nothing to fear but J.C. Meyers!
     I have come to step-up to J.C. Meyers's challenge. I hereby declare my dastardly intent to usurp Meyers's throne via the most treacherous method possible; a duly delegated special election process!

     Meyers might claim that her call was for the Order to have more “profits”, or whatever she's telling people these days. But I heard the “ph” in “prophets” with my own two ears. To be a base-line decent prophet or oracle these days, you have to either commit to nonsense, or commit to being specific in your language.
     I promise to commit to both at the same time, yet Meyers can do neither of these.
     Meyers' slogans – which worship reason and rationality without them having earned this worship – reek only of rationalizing; of a grasping at straws. Meyers struggles to explain, and remains practically speechless. Don't let the ALT-CAPS fool you.

     Not only should J.C. Meyers's fidelity to nonsense come under question, so should her lack of a plan to secure the fiscal stability of the Order. I even suspect this to be the cause of her lack of a financial plan.
     As such, I have serious doubts as to whether my opponent J.C. Meyers even understands the basics of how Crypto-Oracles generate numbers, domain names, the Holy Name of God, and robust sustained economic growth.
     J.C. Meyers's lack of a fiscal plan is worrying enough; but her lack of a non-plan is equally disturbing. I, unlike Meyers, believe that The Best Plan is No Plan. To paraphrase Abraham Lincoln, an apocalyptic cult divided against itself on the topic of salvific suicide cannot stand. J.C. Meyers's anti-suicide stance will simply not last in the modern-day apocalyptic piss-cult world.
     If you are reading this, and you are concerned that your pastor doesn't care enough about how non-being gets a bad rap, then I, Jack Sampson, am your candidate.

     J.C. Meyers caused untold suffering through the unnecessary prolongation of life which resulted from her failure to accurately predict the end of the world.
     It is only a matter of time before American Babylon 2 concertgoers start demanding refunds – nay, reparations! - for being robbed of the apocalypse they rightfully earned and paid for. I have a plan to print special pieces of paper with a very special person's face on it, to make this problem go away forever.
     J.C. Meyers has made us dependent on her for salvation and dank beats. J.C. Meyers has plundered our seas and ravaged our coasts. J.C. Meyers doesn't understand even the most basic principles about what makes time travel and backwards prediction possible. J.C. Meyers has refused to sign church reforms which would recognize and protect our sacred Right to Cum. The list goes on!
     Perhaps most shockingly of all, I have in my possession evidence which strongly suggests that collusion has occurred between the campaigns of J.C. Meyers and her opponent.
     We demand justice.

     Reverend J.C. Liars has betrayed us all, yet she shows no remorse. She knows that what she did was wrong. Her pleas for your sympathy are but bloody crocodile tears; she begs only for your votes and your precious, hard-earned Economic Units.
     I have killed J.C. Meyers before. I am the only one qualified to kill J.C. Meyers again. And this time she will stay dead.
     A vote for Jack is a vote for a good, clean kill.
     J.C. Meyers is dead. Long live J.C. Meyers!


     P.S.: Follow the link below to read Jack Sampson's full invective against J.C. Meyers's campaign to retain her position as spiritual leader and pastor of the Celestial Order of Integration!:
http://aquarianagrarian.blogspot.com/2018/08/jack-for-order-independence-from-meyers.html



     Written on August 28th, 2018


Jack for the Order: Independence from Meyers (Full Version), by Jack Sampson

The following is an announcement of the candidacy of myself, Jack Sampson, for spiritual leader of the Order of Celestial Integration. The Order of Celestial Integration, or "the Order" for short, is an apocalyptic death cult -slash- record label based out of North Carolina.
My opponent is pastor J.C. Meyers.
This article was first published in Issues magazine in its September 2018 issue.



Have ewe herd the good gnus!?
It is eye, your deer leader Jack Sampson, come to save you from high psychic trolls and high psychic tolls!
You may recall from earlier issues of Issues that I invoked an anarchist grand jury, and called for a special election, challenging J.C. Meyers for the title of spiritual leader of the Celestial Order of Integration.
It Had 2 B Done!TM. Waterfall, J.C. Meyers hath invited and condoned this special election; I was just The One(R) who started turning the gears. J.C. Meyers should not have called for more prophets, if she were not willing to accept a little competition for her position.
J.C. Meyers may seem caught off-guard, or even shocked, that I have challenged her for the title of spiritual leader of the Celestial Order of Integration. But she should have seen this coming, and thought of that before she called for more prophets.
But there's nothing more shocking than the way I'd like to be elect(rocut)ed:... same way the popes do it: through a conclave (con = with, and clave = key). Benjamin Frankly, I want to be electrocuted with a key. And there's no better way to celebrate a good election than with an erection... of an obelisk... in tribute to... me, Jack Sampson.
Where was I going with this? ...Obelisks... Oh yeah. Fuck J.C. Meyers!

Now – and this brings me to my first point - I would bet that the folks over at the J.C. Meyers campaign will tell you that J.C. Meyers called for more profits, as opposed to prophets with a “p-h”. But this is a misleading distraction; from the fact that any good snake-tongued oracle ought to be well aware of the three meanings witch their words will inevitably imply to each respective listener. I explain this in detail, in my book - Time, Money, Moon, Value! - in the passages concerning Eleggua's hat and the forked tongue of Christ. Yea, yea.
And that is why we are at this crossroads. Only the precision of language, and the clarity of meaning, will aid our ability to understand existence, understand divinity, and use that information to benefit ourselves and improve the world around us. Whether Meyers called for more profits or prophets, her position on how to secure the fiscal sustainability of the Order (if she has one) is worryingly unclear.
My fiscal plan, on the other h&, has always been clear. I have no plan, because “The Best Plan is kNOw Plan”. Quite simply, my plan is “no plan” because it relies upon Chaos, not Order. That is why I promote the use of crypto-numerological-magick-based domain-name and divine symbol generators (to which I will henceforth refer as “Crypto-Oracles” for the sake of brevity).
The idea is to use the information generated by these Crypto-Oracles to back-tell, back-dict, backrophsy, and out-see fortuitous and serendipitous incidents, in order to generate sustained stable fiscal growth. And also, eventually, to randomly generate the true Name of G-d (whose meaning is to save a coat). Whose name we will, of course, use to generate more money, in Order to create the Kingdom of G-d on Earth (thus, incidentally, resolving the conflict between materialism and spirituality for all time. You're welcome).

Meyers' slogan “A rational choice for a rational society” is outdated. Reason is The Enemy!TM, Limited Time Offer Ecstatic number, sigil, and Song generation is the true Ninth Wave of the future! Just as pi, an irrational number, governs the orbs and our lives and our holes, men are rationally irrational, and yet the pie still goes 'round.
As irrational as J.C. Meyers seems, she is not nearly as committed to nonsense as I am. Sure, a stopped clock is still wrong 1,438 times a day, and we should praise J.C. Meyers for accurately failing to predict the apocalypse. But in so doing, she deprived all the concertgoers at American Babylon 2 of the Apocalypse for which they paid good money, and thus rightfully earned and deserve.
Moreover, Meyers did not give concertgoers adequate warning of the panic that could have ensued, or failed to ensue. My policy on panic is to transform the Order's moshing pits into murdering pits, and to introduce a waiver system, in order to ensure that the amount of panic can get neither too high nor too low, while also protecting Commodity Fetish Records (C.F.R.) from legal and financial liability.
Additionally, J.C. Meyers has passed the Bu¢k onto God – thus victimizing Him yet again – by blaming Him for her failure to accurately predict the End of the World. Failing to predict the future is not a bad thing! I do it all the time. The real sin is failing to predict the past. But back to my point, does J.C. Meyers even have a plan to hold God accountable for this? My plan is to hold God accountable by holding ourselves accountable, which we will do by killing God, which we will do by killing the god within ourselves, which we will do by killing ourselves.

While we're on the topic, how can J.C. Meyers can be the religious leader of an apocalyptic cult, and not even promote suicide? She has even gone so far as to prevent suicides, and prolong life, by promising fake news of an apocalypse that never cum'd. Meyers calls my suicide non-plan “not a plan”, but that just means it is no plan, which is the best plan of all. Additionally, it is not a plan; but rather a lack thereof; so it is the negation and antithesis of philosophy, the ultimate rebellion against existence. To turn a popular saying by Camus on its head, the only way to conform to the expectations of an unfree world is to become so absolutely unfree that your very rebellion becomes a lack of existence.
Furthermore, how do we know Meyers even believes in God in the first place? Does she even watch the Moon? What is her stance on Islamic banking? There is so much we don't know about J.C. Meyers. But all of my suspicions - our suspicions - will be assuaged once Sri Meyers performs a miracle live on stage (or else presents a valid driver's license, state I.D., Social Security card, passport, or original long-form birth certificate).
Meyers has cheated us out of the Carlinian “front-row seat to the end of the world” that we paid for; paid for with a year's worth of hand-water, SweatCoin, TearCoin, WadCoin, and Economic Units. She appears to have no plan; my plan is to refund concertgoers with whatever funds remain in the FloorCoin trust. The Emperor insists “we're keeping your money”, but I intend to do something about this. Even if C.F.R. funds cannot be recovered, I am positive that investing existing C.F.R. funds into CryptoOracles will help fill the gaps which remain in my “reparations for lost apocalypse” program.

The End of the World screws things up enough as it is; it takes a hell of an idiot to screw up the End of the World itself. And that, my friends, is what you have in J.C. Meyers: A Hell of an Idiot.TM FFS, the end of the world couldn't have happened, therefore it didn't have, ipso facto it couldn't have. If the glove don't fit, you must have quit trying to put it on over your other glove.
I... me... backrophsied in previous Issues that the world wouldn't and couldn't have ended. That backrophcy was post-dicted long before American Babylon 2 in the pre-post-condition-necessitating backwards-timeline that runs simultaneously parallel and perpendicular to our own “forward” timeline. Basically, the world not ending was inevitable, because the world is a planetary orb and not a time frame which can end. And so the necessity of the world not ending when AmBab 2 ended, forced the previous pre-conditions to arise in order to have made these later post-conditions possible. The works of Einstein, Professor Irwin Corey, and Brian May will confirm this. Think of it as “retroactive continuity”, except the author is God, the Architecter of the Universe.
But J.C. Meyers has no idea about any of that. And that is why you need me to lead the Order; to lead the Earth to become the Kingdom of God it so yearns to be. Only one obstacle remains: Meyers. She who has plundered our seas, ravaged our Coasts, burnt our towns, and destroyed the lives of our people. She is at this time transporting large Armies of foreign Mercenaries to compleat the works of death, desolation and tyranny, already begun with circumstances of Cruelty & perfidy scarcely paralleled in the most barbarous ages, and totally unworthy of the Head of a civilized Order.
Granted, I promise to ravage your coastlines and pillage your ports every bit as much as Meyers. But I will do it in a way that makes us greater, and does good things for people. And you better believe me that it's gonna be as great as I say it is. You won't regret it.

We must wean ourselves of our dependence on Meyers; for salvation, for forgiveness, for dank beats. After all, did Martin Luther wage the Protestant Reformation on the notion that people ought not suffer going to but a sole provider for Da Riddim, and salvation therethrough?
That is why I would mash-up dank beats with illuminated meme-u-scripts, in order to create another fiscal safeguard; in the way of an additional free-floating meme-based currency. This currency would compete against C.F.R.'s burgeoning Crypto-Oracle dividend, whose quarterly gains show promise according to Order Budget Office projections. We also project that, by 2025, illuminated meme-u-scripts will complete the fulfillment of the biblical end-times prophecy that all of mankind would miraculously learn the Word of God without reading it, and thus usher-in the Kingdom of Heaven. It would be hard to overstate the number of 999 Economic Unit notes this will allow C.F.R. to print; this means loads of fiscal Gaines for all of us.
What are J.C. Meyers' policies on religious education and absolution through meme-based currencies? Fuck all if we know! Furthermore – and this is Meyers' greatest treachery yet – I have it on good Authority(R) that Meyers aims to deprive us of our sacred right to cum. I know! Fear not, though; that is why I have signed a pledge to sign Right-to-Cum legislation (also known as Right-to-Jerk laws) into law on my first day in office. (*Note: Right-to-Cum legislation neither recognizes, confers, nor protects any actual right to jerk, except in West Virginia and Wisconsin).
This is solid legislation, it has been tested, it works, it jerks; yet Meyers asks “how will we pay for it?”. It'll pay for itself! The same goes for my Air Value Taxation plan. And by the way, Air Value Taxation is not – I repeat, not – a tax on breathing air. It is also not not a tax on breathing. And that is a great teaching example of why politics is all about compromise. But anyway, just like Crypto-Oracles and Right-to-Jerk laws, Air Value Taxation will pay for itself. Even if it won't, then just try all three of those things, and whichever one doesn't work, just bail it out with the funds from the other two! Do What Works, Do What Jerks.TM
J.C. Meyers – Reverend Liars, as I call her – is unpredictable, unpredicting, and unbackdicting. She has no plan to prevent the raiding of the Order's sacred Treasury by the many spiritual vampires set upon the Sacred Heart.
Lastly, I demand that Meyers respond to allegations of collusion with the Jack Sampson campaign. Collusion may not be a crime, but conspiracy and election fraud are crimes. And ignorance of the law is no excuse. Neither is a complete lack of evidence of guilt, and neither is irrefutable evidence of innocence. Some people have got to rule, others have got to submit.
A vote for Jack Sampson is a vote to ensure that the “J” in “J.C. Meyers” stands for Jack again. I am the only person(a) qualified to usurp Meyers, because I am the only one with direct experience killing Meyers. And that is why I will make sure that J.C. Meyers stays dead. I will kill her, and with a large circular rock I will seal her in a vault from which she cannot escape for three days.
J.C. Meyers is perpetrating a long-con on all of us; she is playing a game with us, just as a predator toys with its prey before devouring it. I, on the other hand - though mercy be undeserved by definition – will grant my prey an even sweeter end; a quick, honorable, painless death, which is much more than you – and J.C. Meyers – deserve.
I have killed J.C. Meyers before. I am the only one qualified to kill J.C. Meyers again. And this time she will stay dead.
A vote for Jack is a vote for a good, clean kill.
J.C. Meyers is dead. Long live J.C. Meyers!



Written and Published on August 28th, 2018




Read the abbreviated version (which appeared in a printed edition of Issues magazine) at the link below:
http://aquarianagrarian.blogspot.com/2018/08/jack-for-order-independence-from-meyers_28.html

Thursday, August 16, 2018

How to Know God Through Investing in Memes, by Jack Sampson


     In Deuteronomy 20:4-5, God tells the Israelites, “Thou shalt not make unto thee any graven image, or any likeness of anything that is in heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth. Thou shalt not bow down thyself to them, nor serve them, for I, the Lord your God, am a jealous god...”.
     Blah-blah-fucking-blah, right?
     And Gracie Allen once said, “Never place a period where God has placed a comma.” But what about an ellipsis? You know, for brevity's sake? You're not supposed to start a sentence with the word “and” either, yet God does it all the time. What's up with that?
     Anyway, the point is, fuck both of these people. Value can be neither communicated nor represented without brevity and idolatry. Both of these things are needed to secure, and securitize, our sacred (in)vestments.

     It's not every homebum who has his own copy of Neil Young's secret spirit-cooking recipe book written in magick disappearing ink that only hobos can see. So, needless to say, such a book would not suffice as a currency. But fortunately, most of us have a Bible, which will make a satisfactory substitute for “the Neil thing” in a pinch, if need be. Remember, you're never poor if you have a Bible; you at least have some kindling.
     However, that's not how things have always been. During the Middle Ages, the average commoner had no clue that you could toast some butter and cinnamon on white bread and have it taste good, or that you could smoke a mixture of brown sugar and table salt and get high off it. But in the mid- 15th century, all that changed, with the development of the printing press, the Gutenberg Bible, and the first memes (illuminated manuscripts).
     At a time when the vast majority of society's efforts were focused on assisting kings and the Church to acquire land, learning to read and higher education were not considered priorities, because they did not further that goal. As a result, virtually all education was done by and through the church; and with it, nearly all culture, and all communication, whether written, lyrical, musical, or symbolic.
     Sure, the Church had every honest intention of purifying people's brains, to save them from Satan's attempts to dirty their minds. They just wanted to save time doing it, so that they could have time left-over to do some other $uper-$ecret $hitTM behind the scenes! So they developed the illuminated manuscript, and – lo – the maymays within it, to summarize the Word of God.
     But instead of putting some periods where God put commas (so to speak), they made a whole a whole fucking Georges Seurat painting out of all the pointillisms hwich their God hath made, and they hath condensed it down to one pointeth at a time. Thus, the Illuminati'd Man-uscript (which later became part of the apocryphal text the Book of Memes) allowed the priestly class to explain – one image (or idol) at a time – what the Bible was saying, and why it meant that you had to suck they're dick.
     And what is the use of a book without pictures?

     Thus, the need for church-approved symbolic communication grew out of the church's restrictions upon the manners in which the divinity of God can be acceptably communicated. But so did the need for
non-church-approved symbols. Which of course, led to people converting to religions which accepted idolatry. Additionally, it led to people developing their own mystery schools, which more even more enthusiastic in their embrace of using symbols to communicate divinity. Sigil magick, after all, is a much better way to represent and communicate the divine, than a cult leader thought to be infallible.
     If you think about it, anything could be considered “idolatry” or a “graven image” if you interpret the word too loosely. The Hebrew word pesel refers to anything engraved in stone or cut into wood. So, then, why should these rules apply to two-dimensional images, like paper Bibles, and memes “hewn” of dank electron fire? Moreover, written music isn't a graven image, so why is it banned under the same precepts? Is dance a “graven image” simply because we are three-dimensional creatures? I mean, it's not as if each of us is chiseled independently by God Himself, in His own image.

     So why all the fuss? Why should the ordinary viking-hat-wearing rapper be discouraged from donning gaudy gold and precious gems, when He believes that to be the only or best way to signify His own personal divinity (which, to Him, might be the only divinity that matters)!? God doesn't discourage anyone!
     And this is why we must invest in memes. For, just as their Father in Meme Heaven, each meme was created in the personal image and likeness of the original meme – “The Source” – the illuminated manuscript. Memes; Not Man. And that is why no meme has ever lost redemption value (this is to say that no meme has ever lost its ability to redeem us).
     And that is why the Holy Spirit supports a meme-based currency. The Holy Spirit is the top trends forecaster in America, and believe ewe me, He has never gotten this shit wrong. So invest in memes! about Jesus in jail, and memes about sucking your own dick.
     Heavens, double your money! Invest in memes about Jesus sucking his own dick while in jail! Or go to religion generator dot com or some shit, and make a meme-slash-cult-slash-currency that portrays Adam as wanting his rib removed so that he could suk his own dik like Marilyn Manson.
     There's nothing in that story that conflicts with the creation “myth” of Nut nutting in the Nile, like a crocodile. I mean, how else are we going to teach the plebeians about the ouroboric self-destructive cycle of death and rebirth- I mean sin and redemption- I mean sin?
     You know what I mean. Just give us your money.
     Tractor memes are so 5777 anyway.




Originally Written and Published on August 16th, 2018

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