Confused, Living Without Hope In A New World Order
Just figure out who are the Meanies and who are the Neighbors
By Greg Szymanski
Mar 12 2011
People are sure hungry for information, trying to learn in one internet session what took older generations a lifetime.
It just can’t be done. What happens is information overload and ultimate confusion.
A human brain can only take so much nonsense and one night on the internet is enough to do anyone in.
Since I am a media figure, people email all the time with a lot of nonsense it’s amazing I am able to think at all.
So I have created my own Nonsense Filter for survival purposes.
I don’t read anything anymore except from my good and true patriot, Slats Grobnik.
That means I don’t read about Charlie Sheen, don’t listen to Alex Jones, don’t read emails from any Vatiican assassins and put earplugs on for anything except for NBA basketball games.
I don’t listen to anybody who tells me George Washington didn’t have a hidden agenda and don’t listen to Christian radio stations, either. I don’t listen to Jewish stations, Buddhist stations, New Age stations or any talk radio stations whatsoever.
I don’t even listen to myself or any of my guests anymore when I do my own shows, which makes for a very interesting hour so make sure you tune into my first show on March 21 on First Amendemnt Radio at 2pm pacific time.
However, just because I don’t listen doesn’t mean I can’t hear.
And what I hear is a lot of hot air coming from a lot of people who have no clue what to do if the you know what hits the fan.
I surely don’t know but if it gets really bad, who really cares. What can you really do about it?
The rulers of the world have all of us goyim or little useless eaters, as the big boys like to say, right by the balls.
So they got us all by the nuts and they know it and we know it. But what do we do?
We jump on the internet and fight our cyberspace battles. We listen to every Tom, Dick and Harry, thinking there is a solution, making us feel good for the moment. Then we wake up the next day, walk into the local coffee shop and forget everything anyway because deep down inside we know the rulers of the world got us pegged for what we really are.
Confused, nonsensical and living without hope in a New World Order.
So if it seems hopeless, I want to tell you this right now, it really isn’t.
People always said they liked listening to my radio show because I seemed optimistic and hopeful. They said they liked listening because in a darkened world I shed some hope for a better life.
There is hope and it starts, lke I said, with not listening to the nonsense on the internet.
For example, someone sent me an email, warning about FEMA buying 500,000 cremation coffins. Now, this gave me hope, not despair.
How? It made me immediatly think I would not have to worry about my own funeral costs or buying an expensive coffin for $5,000 when I can’t even rub two nickels together for $4 a gallon gasoline.
Instead of worrying about big, bad FEMA and how I would afford my own burial, which would have ruined my whole day, I now feel happy and content the good ole USA is thinking about me and taking care of me right to the very end.
So, you, see there is hope for a better day, as I now have my burial plans taken care of for me and I can spend the $5,000 on this week’s gas and grocery bill.
And, by the way, I forget to mention why I only listen to Slats Grobnik.
First of all, I listen because I liked his idea about building a lifesize replica of the Roman Coliseum in a Kansas cornfield, building it so the top dogs in the NEW WORLD ORDER, when caught and punished, would be sentenced to fight real live gladiator fights while 100,000 goyim watch on like in the Roman olden days.
Slats, of course, was going to charge a pretty penny for admission and, for this, I admired his optimism, his entrepenurial attitude and his way of turning the tables on the bad guys running things around the world.
But the real reason I listen to Slats is that he has been my buddy since 3rd grade growing up in Chicago.
Once a friend always a friend, something forgotten today, and, well, Slats and I fought some interesting battles as kids at Edison Park on the Northside.
We used to fight alongside what we called the the Meanies and the Neighbors, two warring “little people” civilazations who surfaced mysteriously from all the ground squirrel holes at the park.
Of course, we always faught alongside the good Neighbors, who Slats said were waging a tremendous uphill battle against the dasterdly Meanies.
Even way back then when we were kids Slats likened the Meanies to the bad guy rulers of the world who always liked to play dirty tricks and wipe out the good Neighbors.
But at the end of every play day, Slats always made sure the Neighbors were victorious to fight another day. I liked his optimism then and that is why I listen to him now.
No matter how bleak the day may seem, the good Neighbors will always live to fight another day and all you have to do is figure out who are the Meanies and who are the Neighbors!