THE INFORMATION #860 OCTOBER 30, 2015

THE INFORMATION #860
OCTOBER 30, 2015
Copyright 2015 FRANCIS DIMENNO
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Prayer is man’s greatest power!–W. Clement Stone

WHEN THIS WORLD CATCHES FIRE
BOOK THREE: SAVAGE NOXTOWN
CHAPTER TEN: PART FORTY-TWO: KINGDOM COME

“The whole world round is limned with the grifters and the gilt-edged suckers, and then there’s the chaff which nobody much bothers with, and that’s most of us. But it ain’t me. However,” said Count Victor Justin, “as cynical as the grifter class can be, they hold dear certain little superstitions which keep them from being wholly indecent. I don’t mean like a rabbit’s foot or a lucky coin, though plenty of them have something like that. No, I mean that no grifter will ever go out of his way to insult men of religion, or The Church, or God. There’s no percentage in it. It’s simply not a revenue-enhancing proposition. I am dead certain that the very thought of the power of prayer has saved many a grifter from a sucker’s grave. I am hardly ever sick, and that’s because I don’t believe in germs. A man is anely ever as sick as he ‘lows himself tae be; that’s what the old Scotsman used to say. I think there’s more than a morsel of truth in that. The power of belief is a strong one, and it’s strong in everyone, grifter and sucker alike. What’s more; it’s common the world over. Who am I to cast doubt on it? Me–a grifter for whom the power of suggestion is my bread and butter.  

“I believe that God has a sense of humor. And I also believe that He’s laughing very hard at every one of us. Nature red in tooth and claw. What a joke. Of course it is. What better way to torment your creations than to make them just marginally more clever than wild beats–just enough to outwit them. What better way to poke your creatures with a stick than to make a sun that burns them, and winds that lash them, and rain and snow to pelt them? I’ve been around, Yobs, and I’m not too surprised by anything that I see. I am not surprised that men pray. What amazes me is that they don’t pray more. Oh, I’ve seen the power of prayer. We’re all sick little critters, you know, and confession is the Chinese laundry of the soul. And prayer operates as a sort of spiritual laudanum.” 

Count Victor Justin held forth, both fists pounding the bar for emphasis, as he gave forth with his own grifter’s prayer, in a tavern that smelled of stale beer and sweat and fusty smoke.
“Lord, I pray you that if’n you smite me, I am not smitten more than I can bear but, if it be Thine will, and Thou absolutely musteth, then Thou shouldst give me a comfortable lashing all the same, because if I don’t get one, and regular-like, I might get too high and mighty and forget who my friends are. Lord, make me remember to always endeavor to feed a hungry beggar, because one day very soon I might lose hold of my wits and become even as one of they. Lord, if it’s not too much trouble for you, let all my confidence schemes come to fruition, for, verily, I never set out to hurt anybody who can’t afford it. Lord, I would just as soon be your instrument of vengeance as not. Lord, please do not fiddle me or diddle me, or otherwise populate the wide circle of my yobs and abrams with police spies who will grass on me. From the Okrana, the Surete and the Bobbies, Dear Lord, deliver me. By the grace of Saint George, patron saint of those who deal in green goods. The dragon is the suckers, the lance is my wits, and may I always slay the suckers with my wit. Lord, importune the weaker sex to look upon me with favor when I am sore in need of the discreet services of this class. 
“May all my swindles be on the square. May I never dupe a sucker who goes up to his hotel room and blows his brains out with a derringer, antique or otherwise. They can lose their money but do not make them lose their mind. May I never be duped into holy macaroni by the unholy machinations of a scheming widder-woman; may I never plumb keel over from pisened vittles; may I never be caught on the wrong side of a razor, a pigsticker, or random gun play; may I never be so profoundly taken with the fascinations of the game that I neglect to see the danger signs ensuing on too much of a good thing. To wit; a too-agreeable sucker who just mought be a copper; a man who flashes his wad only most of it turns out to be tissue paper; a crying damsel in distress who turns out to be a steerer for a bully ponce; a gaming table which pays out generously to random winners who ain’t any too random at all. From all of these, Dear Good Lord, Pretty Lord, Fine Old Lordie, Deliver me. Let me be, not like like sparrows who pluck grains of wheat from steaming mounds of horseshit, but like the hog who roots from below the ground the priceless truffles for which the gourmands clamor. 
“Lord, you know that I have been tired. Many’s the time I’ve been tempted to use your name in vain. Many’s the time I’ve been tempted to leave off of church going and feeding the collection plate. Many’s the time I’ve even been tempted to put on a priestly collar and collect money to save the benighted souls of blue-gummed Senegambians in far-off Africa–just as an easy racket to tide me over between major scores. But I do not give in to these temptations because…because there’s a still small voice which says, ‘And what if it all turns out to be true and you are caught out in these major peccadillos?’ Better to forego the easy way out and not make any powerful new enemies. Grant this O Lord to Thee I pray.
“Like I said before; a lot of grifters are powerful superstitious; I’m not one of them; you don’t see me totin’ a stickpin in the shape of a horseshoe adorned with green emeralds ner wearing the same black silk cravat–just because once upon a time it proved serviceable, in the course of a lucky strike. I’m not superstitious–but I believe there’s some kind of feeling as wells up in a man with grifter sense when a venture turns out to be ill-omened. That’s all I ever really ask to have. Pray, Lord–deliver it. Amen.”          

1*SALUTATION

LOS SHAKERS
DEJAME IR
2*REFERENCE
THE TEN DRUNKEST PLACES IN MASSACHUSETTS

When you eat meat but hate the meat that you’re eating 
then you’ve surely got, GROUND ROUND
It’s so unnerving when they’re constantly serving
in an eating spot, GROUND ROUND
It may be called a chopped steak, a salisbury or beef patty
No matter what it’s called it’s always overcooked and fatty
What can you do?
Go up to your waiter there, and loudly pound on your table,
stand up on your chair, and shout:
GROUND ROUND, always you’re serving me,
GROUND ROUND, always you’re conning me, 
GROUND ROUND, why must it always be,
GROUND ROUND, Ground Round, ground round…

4*NOVELTY

SILLY CHRISTIAN ROCK ALBUM COVERS
PULP PROPAGANDA
ROY CRANE, GOVERNMENT EMPLOYEE
6* DAILY UTILITY
“DEGENERATE” ART
PATRIOT NEWS II
DEFENDING AMERICA THROUGH KNOWLEDGE
SELECTED EXCERPTS:
PATRIOT NEWS: Read the stories, the proof is overwhelming. Michelle Robinson is a transexual. He was chosen because Obama is a 100% homosexual, as Larry Sinclair, his ex-“lover” in Chicago proved in court in a lawsuit by Obama for slander. The court and judge ruled he was telling the truth, and Obama was lying.

PATRIOT NEWS NOTE: Notice the Pro-Nazi Poster on his wall, the Swiss CIA/Jesuit Red Cross/Bablyonian Pyramid on the back of his outdoor sweater, the twisted sexual paraphernalia, the close proximity to Aspen, Colorado (which is a Swiss CIA Organized Crime Front)and even Denver, Colorado (the Swiss CIA’s official headquarters since 2006), the way he holds his gun downwards as if from heavy brainwashing/practice of executing CIA Finders’ child victims, his obvious insanity and the Satanic Baphomet skull on his wall…not to mention the porn industry connection (and probably set-up by Bush and the CIA, who hated and said he wanted to beat the crap out of), the assassination attempts (marked by giant bullet holes in his windows), the Satanic predator iron vulture sculptures “guarding” his home, his book which claims he was wicked and doomed and his freaking out about the CIA trying to get him killed (which they did eventually do)

“Tiger” first played golf at age 3 on the Bob Hope (Mike Douglas) TV Show (BELOW). Bob Hope is a notorious MK-ULTRA programmer and pedophile CIA sexslave handler. Bob Hope is purported to be what is called a “handler”, something like the puppet master that pulls the strings. He is also reputed to have been a closet pedophile along with George Bush, and actually introduced a three year old Tiger Woods as a golfing prodigy along with his father on the Michael Douglas show back in the day.

10* LAGNIAPPE

‘Handsome’ Putin praised in bizarre Chinese propaganda video

Children invite “Uncle Putin” to visit their nursery and young women literally sing his praises, in a bizarre online propaganda video

11* DEVIATIONS FROM THE PREPARED TEXT: A REVIEW OF OTHER MEDIA

PIT BULL BUMPER STICKER
They will take away my pit bull when they prize away its cold dead jaws from my half-severed arm.

CONTROVERSIES IN POPULAR CULTURE.
819. THE NEW LIVES OF SUPERMAN

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