Ruining Christmas for the Happy Holidays

Like most caring Canadians, Mrs. Badwulf and I give generously to charity. We give our time, without reservation. Mrs. Badwulf is an accounting professional, so owning and running and profiting from running a non-profit is a snap to her flying fingers. Also, we accept wages, bonuses, commissions, and expenses as meager recompense for our leadership role in this caring crusade. It is amazing the funding from state sources that can be tapped ... unleashed with a few simple misdirections on paper, some staged photographs, and trivial examples of wishful thinking.

Charles C. Charlatan the Third is our fictitious leader. He symbolizes the important work done by the organization. All of our volunteers receive recommendations signed in his name. A hushed cult of the personality exists around his shadowy non-existence. His voice mail is always active, and Charles responds to emails, writes correspondence, and occasionally leaves voice messages. His influence on the charity is everywhere, as if to make up for his never existing. His signature appears on grant applications, appeals for donations, and requests for funding. He even leaves fingerprints, if it comes down to a forensic audit.

 William Monkey, Chartered Accountant. Billy, as he is known to the staff, is the second key fictitious member of the management team. His signature appears on every document, a veritable bread crumb along the audit trail. He has an office, a business card, and an email address. His invisible shoulders bear the heavy responsibility of being responsible in the event of tax audit or police investigation. Impeachable documents exist proving his timely exit from Toronto to places overseas. Everybody loves Billy, and nobody would suspect him of fraud, larceny, or bunko. As Mrs. Badwulf and I clink our champagne glasses together, we share a smile and practice our response: Where did the money go, detectives?

Christmas is a time of giving, and give they will. Give it up, those confiscated tens of dollars; give it up into our clutches! These progressives are engaged in a value for value exchange: they get their white guilt stroked. Oh, the touching images of waifs, of tears on childrens' cheeks, and gnarly lap dogs sad without a bone. There are keepsakes for the elite guardians of other peoples money: a touching letter written in pidgin English saying Thank You, a knotted doll made by a blind girl, or a paw print on a bit of kraft paper. How the tears flow; and then the zeros on the check. They give, I spend, and you pay.

 Down in the basement of Fenris Badwulf live the people who do the actual work. Volunteers have spotty effort levels. Volunteers are just looking for volunteer hours for various statist requirements: high school graduation, corporate ballsack licking, or parole requirements. Nobody is a volunteer down in the basement. Over time, their skin grows pale: like winter in Toronto, there is no sunlight down there. Their hair is patchy; maybe they should wash ... but tap water contributes to Global Warming, so it is better, Gaia-wise, to let them scratch and stink. They make great telemarketers these basement citizens. They will close a donation to get a commission of a cup of rice, a spoon of beans, or a square of cardboard to sleep upon. The most depraved degradations are their familiar companions. How else to further the agenda of raising money to fight the demons of the age: Global Warming, Fracking, or Fag Awareness? These former people never celebrated Christmas, so taking the Christ of Christmas and making them agents of the Happy Holidays only seemed right, er, left.

 I know you care. You care about the Thrall-Canadians in my basement. Send me your money. You will get a tax receipt. Ask for the brochure about pro-rating your giving to be in friendly proportion to your tax receipting. Tell me what favors and gifts should be showered upon the basement dwellers. I know you care.

 I, Fenris Badwulf, wrote this. I care.

How to bend people to your will using the Tarot

I would encourage you to distance yourself from the limiting thought that the Tarot can only be used to read the future. Instead, realize that you can use it to shape the future.

In order to improve the accuracy and clarity of your views of the future, I suggest this method. Visualize a future time when your goal has been achieved. Make a pact with yourself that, in the future, when you have achieved this particular goal, that you will formulate the thoughts about how long, what resources, what skills, and what events would be useful, advantageous, to know in the present. Of course, when you do succeed, carry thorough with your pact. Transmit to the past what would be useful to know.

How to bend people to your will using the Tarot

11. Having had some business with the Major Arcana we can now turn our attention to the lesser or Minor Arcana. You will be using the Minor Arcana, of course, in your work to bend the universe to your ends.

The three card phrase. The Kabbalah hints at the concept of pairing and grouping together of letters (Major Arcana) to form more complex concepts. The same can be done with the lesser. I assume you are familiar with some of the basic concepts. For example, there is a progression from Ace to Ten, a natural flow. Let us utilize the triad of Ace, Nine, Ten...

There are some sixty four combinations of Ace - Nine - Ten. I suggest you avoid the selections that use the suit of Swords (er, spades) for now. For material wealth, those with the Ace of Pentacles are effective; likewise Cups for romance and fertility; and Wands for wisdom. Keep track of what you are doing in your journal to fine tune the results.

How to bend people to your will using the Tarot

Having done some serious work bringing Saturn into equilibrium one may now move forward to pick from the fruit of the trees in the Garden of Eden. Which fruit to pick? Is the fruit ripe? How do you prepare the fruit: peeled? squeezed? or in a dish of creme? Indeed. You are presented with the riddle of the Sphinx: which would you have: Power? Wealth? Beauty? Wisdom? You are no slouch, you know this story. The correct answer is always Wisdom. And for wisdom, you must bring Mercury and Jupiter into equilibrium. This is the Magician and the Wheel of Fortune.

This operation works best if, somehow, The Hierophant can be worked into the tableau. Are either of your natal planets, Mercury or Jupiter, resident in Taurus or Scorpio? This is not the case for everyone. So, let Fenris Badwulf tell you how to do this ... take out the tarot trumps for the signs where your Mercury and Jupiter reside, as well as the Magician and the Wheel of Fortune. Construct the two by two matrix, like before. Something like Mercury/Capricorn in the top row, and Cancer/Jupiter on the bottom. Now, to work in the Hierophant you must place the card beside the tableau to the left, then above, then below, then to the right. You can vary the above below right left. This time you must study the tableau four times. Record your observations in your journal.

Mercury is the messenger between the Conscious and Subconscious mind. The Subconscious mind has communication with the collective; and the collective has layers of its own (and messengers, of course, between the layers). If you want access to wisdom, which is in the gift of Jupiter, then you want to have conscious access to it. The Hierophant gives you sharper hearing when you listen for wisdom.

How to bend people to your will using the Tarot

9. Bringing Saturn into Equilibrium is a time consuming process, but worth the effort. You can look back on your struggles and laugh. You can shake your fist at the World, for you have overcome the lesser challenges of nature and situation. Re-read your notes in your journal. There you will find fresh insight, and you will find your journal entries to be a continuing source of enlightenment from now on.

It takes a full lunar month for your insights to become firmly installed in your life. In this time, you can contemplate the methods of actively writing the future, rather than being a passive reader.

So, we have all used the lesser arcana of the Tarot deck to predict the future. Some variant of arrangement of cards is used: a Celtic Cross, Gypsy Circle, or something. Here are some elementary rules to changing the future, your future, with the Tarot:

Exchange of cards.

1. Court cards. You can exchange from the spread to the deck. Keep to the same suit. For example, the liar, the Page of Cups, can be exchanged with the more noble Knight of Cups. If the Page of Cups is an outcome card, you can upgrade the outcome by exchanging the 'small potatoes' Page with the high powered King of Cups. The court cards of a suit can be exchanged with another court card, but stick to the same suit.

2. Number cards. The difficult experiences of the nine and ten of swords can be swapped out for the four.

Do some experiments. Keep notes in your journal.

How to bend people to your will using the Tarot

So, what actually causes the greater evils in the world? This is the world you live in, the world you find yourself in when you wake up in the morning, the one you travel through to work, to school, to buy goods and services. In the present time, we rarely talk about the causes of social ills. The thief that takes your property, the vandal that litters on your lawn, the pet poop on the sidewalk, all can be called sharp action. You may theorize about what causes sharp action in other people, both as victims and agents. The correct inquiry is what causes it around you. Placing Saturn and Mars into equilibrium will reveal to you the invisible lightning rods that attract sharp actions against you, and why you are tempting into such things yourself.

Method: take out the tarot trumps that represent Saturn and Mars (the World and the Lightning Struck Tower). Take out the trumps that represent the signs these planets reside in your natal horoscope. Arrange into a matrix, like before. Study and note observations.

Moment of Meditation

It is unpleasant, the future. Knowing the future causes depression. Only to the extent that we can obtain control over our external environment, relationships, and sleep cycles, that we can summon the psychic resources to develop meaningful solutions to the challenges of life.

How to bend the will of the people to your will, using the Tarot.

7. When you reach level Seven, you do not spend your time as you do now.

What do you enjoy for your minor vil·lain·ies?

7)1. Baseness of mind or character.

7)2. Viciousness of conduct or action.

7)3. A treacherous or vicious act.

How to bend people to your will with Tarot Cards

6. The Private Horror Film of the Soul. You should have, would have seen something special, un ordinary. Bringing Saturn into equilibrium with the two lights, Sun and Moon, does make manifest those things which are of the class described as 'family curses'. You have an excellent, hands on based, knowledge set and personal experiences with the concept now. It was as if the Platonic form of The Family Curse was made flesh for your contemplation as a coroner employed with an occupying garrison of Campbells in a valley of MacDonalds.

Now for a break, how about heart break? Denial and rejection is brought into equilibrium when you study Saturn with Venus. Use the method of two center cards representing Saturn and Venus (the World, the Empress). Above and beside are the two cards representing the signs these planets are in. If you wish to dally here, vary the signs with houses.

How to bend people to your will using the Tarot

5. The Family Curse.

Saturn in Equilibrium. We all carry burdens from past generations. Putting Saturn into equilibrium is usually a life's work, but for the impatient adept it is typical that this quest be journeyed early. An alliance with Saturn is a requirement for bending people to your will. You will observe that up to now we have only placed Saturn into equilibrium with its opposite, Jupiter. Refer to your journal to observe the effects. Now it is time to begin the series of balancing efforts to bring Saturn into equilibrium with the Sun, Moon, Venus, and finally Mars.

Saturn and the Sun in Equilibrium. Place the tarot trumps for Saturn (the World) and the Sun (the Sun, conveniently) beside each other. Now take from your deck the trumps representing the sign where your Saturn resides and the sign opposite. Do the same for your sun sign. You should have four cards; unless you have a Sun - Saturn conjunction or opposition, in which case you will have two. Arrange the 'sign' cards around the 'planet' cards. Study them; observe similarities, differences, and count numbers.

The Family Curse. Curses travel through families, but not from parent to child, but through generations. When you bring the Sun and Saturn into equilibrium your family curse will become made known to you. Cause and effect cycling through the generations. With the curse comes talents, abilities, and gifts. This will be made aware to you when you bring Saturn and the Moon in Equilibrium. Keep notes in your journal of your discoveries.

How to bend people to your will with Tarot

4. Journal keeping.

While the cold cunning of your memory might be sufficient to retain the cause and effect of your experiments in equilibrium, I suggest you keep a journal. Keep track of what cards you are studying, what arrangements you place them in; as well, note the events of your day. This will help you to note the correspondences between action and effect, which cards effect which areas of your life.

With your journal you can begin to craft experiments to determine if effects are accidental or the result of your efforts. As a suggestion, repeat a card arrangement: does it bring about similar results? Learn, Dare, write it down.

That being said, you can now bring the seven personal planets into equilibrium. I suggest you start with Mercury, which is represented by the tarot trump the Magician. Your natal Mercury resides in a sign and house. From the tarot deck take out the cards representing the sign and its opposite, as well as the house and its opposite. Arrange these four cards around the Magician. If there is some sort of overlap (like the sign and house are the same, or opposite), just use the two cards. These special cases (such as Mercury in Libra in the Seventh house, Mercury in Scorpio in the Second house, Mercury in Sagittarius in the Third house, and so on) are the ones that will yield results most worthy of your attention in your journal.

How to bend people to your will using the Tarot

3. Equilibrium.

In life, it is our romantic natures that most often lead us astray. After you have brought your Mars/Venus polarity into equilibrium, you can now bring your Sun/Moon and Saturn/Jupiter polarities into this same state.

Referring to your horoscope, take out the tarot trumps for Saturn (the World), Jupiter (the Wheel of Fortune), and that of the astrological signs where your natal Saturn and Jupiter are resident. Arrange the cards into a two by two matrix of the form
sign planet
planet sign
If your Saturn and Jupiter are in the same sign (conjunct, so to speak), use the sign opposite.

How to look at tarot cards. Scan the cards and look for similarities and differences. As a suggestion, start with colors. Where does red occur in the cards? Where is orange? Yellow? Green? Blue? Violet? Look for common items: shoes, footwear, what is on their feet, or are their feet concealed? Which foot: right or left? Other items to consider: plants, such as roses; objects held in the hand, such as swords, wands, staffs; Which way are the figures looking? You are not required to have answers or understanding. This wisdom lies resident in your subconscious; merely looking upon the cards (of a well constructed deck) will evoke the effects sought.

How to bend people to your will using Tarot

2. Understanding the Principle of Equilibrium

The World represents the astrological planet Saturn, and is attributed to the Center of the Cube of Space. Which is to say, a point of equilibrium, or more accurately, the point of equilibrium. To be enlightened, one must be in equilibrium; the unpleasant attributes of Saturn (just read the extensive literature on the subject) are associates of the process of moving towards equilibrium.

How to bend people to your will using the Tarot

1. Which deck to use?

Before we start, I must comment on the diversity of Tarot decks available in this, the early twenty-first century.

The tarot deck you use for this work (and, later, you will be using more than one deck) should be one to which you feel a connection. It is also important that the iconography of the cards be clear and consistent.

Tarot cards appear around the same time as card making technology, which in the Western civilizations is around the fifteenth century. Cards are merely a useful technology to communicate a concept. The underlying concept is that of a twenty-two item set that is linearly independent and can be used to describe the Universe. There are twenty one items in a set that can describe the faces and edges of a cube. The six faces correspond to the six planets of astrology (with the outermost visible planet, Saturn, describing the center), and the twelve signs of the zodiac describing the twelve edges of the cube. The three remaining cards describe up-down, east-west, and north-south change of direction vectors, and correspond to the 'outer planets' in astrology: Uranus, Neptune, and Pluto. The Builders of the Adytum do the best job of explaining this system and to their weighty body of written work you are directed for more details.

This set of vectors, the tarot, is well defined and corresponds tightly to astrology. One can use the nomenclature of either to define concepts.

In the past, practice was for initiates to make their own tarot decks. Before card technology, this involved making a set of amulets. Cards are easier, so that technology has taken over.

I suggest that you use the BOTA or Rider-Waite deck. I suggest that, in your travels, you find the time to either color a deck, or, even better, craft your own.

We will start by using the major arcana.

Rorschach bomber two

Wallow in the Diversity. The False Flag and conspiracy factions are gaining momentum. You can start your investigations with InfoWars, and follow with Networking.

How does one come to a conclusion? That is not the question. You will come to a conclusion; you can pick and choose amongst conspiracy theories, evidence, and state directives. You will come to a conclusion. However, you cannot talk openly about your beliefs amongst your friends, co-workers, and relatives. Those days are gone. You can only talk about what you believe amongst people you trust.

People no longer trust people outside their tribe. You really do not know what those casual contacts in your life hold dear. Those that think the Marathon bombing was a staged act distrust the state. But, who are these tens of thousands that log into that site every day? Did anyone at work question the wisdom of carrying off a guy with his legs blown off on a wheelchair? Very photogenic (and all those photographers in the media kennel so close by) that shot. I guess all the stretchers were busy and the trained EMS types decided to not do things the way they were trained to do. Blah blah blah.

People do not trust. They form secret combinations. They become skilled at concealment, and lying. Their minutes of listening to Rush Limbaugh are done in shadow. Just what alliances and associations are they making? You won't know until they decide to move openly, and they will not move openly until they think they can win.

I do not even know all the players in the game.

Horoscope for the week of April 21, 2013

The Age of Aquarius is upon us, eh what? But to complicate things, Neptune transits Pisces; Neptune rules Pisces, and Pisces is the age past. So, we have nostalgia, unfinished business, and the dead issues and problems rising from the grave and going all Zombie. This is the time of collective bad karma, you may have noticed. But it is also one of crisis averted, by heroic action, good experience, and red tape. Your future is written in the stars ... what does the after empire party of the Piscean Age have in store for you this week?

False Flag Sale

It is hard to get past all the false flag frenzy on the internet with this Boston Marathon event.

It is not so much the incompetence of the ability challenged media feeding these theories, but the fact that a majority of people (er, the subset that accesses the internet for information) have a predisposition of distrust of the state, and hence are fertile ground. We are in the situation where it does not matter what happens. Nobody much believes the media. Instead, based on preconceived notions, conspiracy theories arise to fit the narrative into a framework.

Some well crafted presentations can now be found supporting Theory A or Theory B. You can find what you want to believe on the internet. The Media is no longer the arbiter of truth, they are just swimming with the crocodiles like the rest of us. Except that nobody much likes them, the Media. How long will they last as hunted prey? Die, Media, Die.

Rorschach bomber one

Bomber two is dead, apparently. Or is it suspect number one? How disappointing, all those resources impotent to stop the evil doers before the fact, and so slow to grab them after. All those cameras, sniffing dogs, and trained eyes on the ground. Oh well, the reports for each other to read will be written, read, and recycled. I can be forgiven my cynicism: I am but one voice in a culture of a third of a billion people. If a few ones and twos get their legs blown off in the great struggles of the vote buying factions, the Diversity, the Downtrodden, the Never Workers ... what care they?

They do care. You can see them with menthol inspired tears as they are interviewed by their main stream media friends. Who cares about that? The salient realization is the fact that we are no longer a We, but a diversity of tribes. Did your tribe get their legs blown off in Boston? People care, in the way of reading newspapers or checking on sports scores, but, well, not even that. The expectation of terror now sits comfortably in our hearts. When I mentioned the Boston massacre to them, their first reaction was I do not attend large events like that. Not their tribe. What tribe attends public events, now a days? Travels in the ghetto? Leaves their door unlocked. Not you. Nobody you know.

The bad guys will get killed or caught. The usual causes will be marketed. The only way to stop pressure cooker bombers is to ban assault weapons, fund abortion, and implement gay marriage. The guy you voted for on a platform of cutting spending will raise taxes and increase spending. Why vote? There is an illegal immigrant amnesty coming. Why not dig deeper into the tax free black market. Why pay taxes to support never workers? Black is beautiful. Such is the reflections from the subconscious from the Rorschach bomber.

Rorschach bomber

I got up the morning expecting the vast bureaucracy and apparatus of state security would have this Boston Bomber crisis wrapped up. What? No arrests?

Instead, one is subjected to the Rorschach test of media. Just who does your favorite pundit blame for the outrage? Absent of facts, the resulting spew is just conjecture.

Occupy Mealtimes

I grow tired of the oppression of the working classes by the greedy one percent. I was sitting down to dinner. My nephews, Gluten Badwulf and Spud Badwulf, were at the dinner as well. As a family, we are activists. I looked down at my plate of food, then I looked at the fork and knife in my hand. A rage against the machine rose from my heart ...

Horoscope for the week of April 14, 2013

Scorpio acquired a fearsome reputation in the Middle Ages. The great plague was associated with that sign, as was the terrible purge of the Templars (which gave us the the horror of Friday the Thirteenth). The Knights Templar ran the first bank and their creditors, the King of France and the Pope, decided on a novel way to avoid payment on their debts: burn the bankers. Banks, plague, secret plots, religious societies: this all sounds like where Scorpio and Pisces intersect. We have a focus on banks in our present time; and a certain religion is prominent, too. One wonders: will plague and secret plots be involved? You only get to find out about them after the fact. Neptune is ruling in Pisces, and there is a Saturn/Pluto mutual reception. Mars rules in Aries. The five planets in Aries (ouch! be careful around sharp anything) point to discovery, enlightenment, and revelation of new knowledge. Perhaps, if you are quick of eye, you can discern the murky workings of Neptune, Pluto, and Saturn.

The Vigilante Precedent

Gosh darn, are you following the press about what's her name, the girl who got raped and the photos got passed around? Yes, the CBC mentioned that her name is Heather, spelled backwards. Gosh darn, where was the caring media before she got into trouble? Probably out trying to bully Mayor Ford or tell us that the great ice storm is proof of Global Warming.

 The interesting point: The involvement of the group Anonymous. I remember my socialist math teacher in high school saying that vigilantes were an evil manifestation of capitalism. Always bad. After all, vigilantes are not accountable to anybody; and for that matter, anybody can claim to be a member of these secret groups.

 So much for Socialist Theory. I guess it got changed. After all, Socialism is the only system that will work, and it has never been tried. So, the idea that vigilantes are bad is not longer true. Do observe that the socialists are all happy as pigs in shit about the work of these vigilantes. This is a precedent. Vigilantes are now on the table.

Roman Times, Israeli Times

Once upon a time, there was a small village nestled along the banks of a swift moving river. The village was at the place where the river was shallow enough to cross, this being the first crossing place upstream from the Mediterranean sea. The people built their village upon seven hills. Their name for the place was Rome.

The Next War

When the oil runs out, and the ice caps melt, where will Mars go camping next?

The Man who hated Children

Come meet Ungolf, a man in his early twenties. He hates children. You are not allowed to hate anybody these days: it hurts their feelings. But Ungolf has an adaption strategy for that: he just does not tell anybody except people he trusts. He works with children, you see. He hates in private, in secret, when nobody is watching. But why? Nobody hates children. I asked Ungolf: how did you come to become a child hater?

Horoscope for the week of April 7, 2013

Is anyone in charge? A better question is 'who is not in charge'?. With two pairs of mutual reception (Saturn-Pluto, Mercury-Jupiter) and two planets in signs they rule (Mars, Neptune) everybody has an agenda. You will pay attention: both the Sun and Moon are exalted (Aries, and Pisces, respectively). The saving throw is the exalted Moon: this will keep casualties to a minimum, excepting sea battles, riots, and nuclear weapon induced tidal waves. Your destiny is written in the stars ...

Mattress Fungus Funding Crisis

There is a crisis in funding for Mattress Fungus. The capitalist running dog government of the devil Harper is cutting funding for the Experimental Lakes Area I choked on my morning granola when the CBC, yet again, voiced a weepy scientist bewailing the loss of this very important place where activist scientists can get paid to hang out in the summer. The ELA has its own 'save us' site. Save us, they croak. I hope they realize that their pleas for funding are cutting into croaking criticizing Mayor Ford. And the call for restoration of funding is competing with the need for funding to fight Mattress Fungus.

Our secure borders

The MS-13 gang, which does not exist in Canada (if you do a search, you get nothing but lies purporting that it is up here in Canada), has formed an alliance with the Mexican narco cartelLos Zetas. Our wonderful secure borders keep us safe. Thank you, leftists.

Korean War Information

Here is a good link for some Korean conflict data. The main stream media is full of dung, and is only of Hobbit quality.

The End of the World as We Know It

Yeah, big deal, someone left their car running. Who really cares about such things now a days. Except for Global Warming Nazis, parents who pay for gas, or people sensitive to car exhaust stench. The classic rebuttal is 'why I do not care' argument is 'the idiot left his keys in the car to let it idle and it will get stolen as punishment'. Especially in Toronto, the City of Light, where cars are stolen frequently, but reported never by the media (we do not want to give the public the idea that easily profiled groups are easily categorized as a criminal sub species). You see a car idling, no driver, you do not care. Except me, I care. And I care more when I spot four idling vehicles, and all of them Paramedic Supervisors. Today, in Toronto ...

The Sex Life of Hobbits

One of the most unsavory aspects of being a teacher of English Literature is having to avoid the subject of the sex life of Hobbits. Even for the most politically correct, cis-, trans-, and whatever-gendered aware, the dark and sticky truths of the sexual appetites of the 'wee folk' (runt, in the language of Mordor) can cause the stomach to empty. It was wise of what's his name, author of the seed works (the Hobbit, the Lord of the Rings trilogy, the whatever else), to remain silent as a turnip about the non human standards of inter-species sex that those Hobbits consider acceptable. Their tastes in food certainly appeals to us humans: cooked, spiced, accompanied with gravy and garnished with greens. Mmmmm. The silence about their sexual appetites speaks loudly. But Human understanding has progressed: we now celebrate as normal such abnormal practices as sodomy and bondage. The twin souled is no longer someone to be burned at the stake, but given university tenure. Now we may talk about the Hobbit and his affections, and where better to start than the love of Hobbit for Rabbit ...

Horoscope for the week of March 31, 2013

Crisis spreads, becomes deeper and wider. Truly, a river overflowing its banks in the night, not with thunder and lightning, but in silence. Those in positions of responsibility seem to be drugged or degenerate or distracted. Such is the effect of a ruling Neptune in Pisces whilst the other powers do their thing. But you have a personal destiny, and it too is written in the stars ...

Have you told someone that you love them today?

As I sit with my beloved in the warm embrace of our loving home, I look into her eyes and then we join in a shared sacrament of our eternal love: Our lips share the goodness that is The Bran Muffin.

Yes, Good Citizens, as our arms are entwined, we eat natures perfect food, the Bran Muffin. This simple baked good, celebrated in song and in sonnet, praised by poets and proctologists alike, is correctly equated with virility among men and fertility among women. Baldness is rumored to be cured by a daily diet of a single morning muffin of bran, Potent erections return with renewed iron resolve when your colon smiles with a steady flow of bran, depression flees before it's fiber goodness.

The author of The Lord of the Rings used The Bran Muffin as his model for the life giving food of the elves. Yes, lembas, the way bread of the fairy folk, is indeed the simple and nourishing Bran Muffin! The Orcs, their sallow complexions and pinched dispositions are bitter charactures of the chronically constipated. So, Good Citizens, with whom do you march? The smiling colons of the Elves? Or the tormented intestines of the Orcs?

Let this be your thought of the day, this day. Gobble down a Bran Muffin today. Look forward to fulfillment and self-actualization. Surely toil and stress fade before the rising sun of healthy goodness. Be filled with the life force! Enpower yourself with a Bran Muffin today, tomorrow, and forward into eternity!

I love children. As the tiny tots are readied for return to their parents after a day in daycare, I dispatch my tiny charges fortified with a bran muffin. As a treat, they also get a Cadillac, a beverage blend of a cup of coffee with a chocolate bar dissolved in the hot liquid. This is consumed only minites before the happy energetic charges are reunited with their workforce parents. The tykes love it. No one has ever complained.

The Bran Muffin is your sword and shield against distemper and plague. Let your visits to the proctologist be filled with joy and singing and poetry. Let the unwise Orcs face the Rectonaut Probe. Be an elf and eat your daily Bran Muffin. There is no better way to tell someone you love them. Give the gift of life that fills them with love ... The Bran Muffin.

I, Fenris Badwulf, wrote this, thanks to a generous grant from the Septic Tank Pump Truck Owner-Operators Association of South Western Ontario

Home Health Care

My neighbor is having medical problems. He retired two years ago. He is collecting a magnificent pension, supplemented by his savings and private investments. He also has hidden sources of income: his children are indebted to him. He squeezes them, but that is no business of mine. But that was two years ago, when he retired. He threw a party where he served screw top wine, bottom feeder beer, and bulk chips from the Chinese variety store. The steak and lobster were for later, for himself. He bragged about his travel plans to Cuba and showed a brochure of his new car which he was picking up after he got back from Havana. But that was two years ago; now he is home, and sick. But I, Fenris Badwulf, I care. I went by, good neighbor like, to provide the home health care your confiscated income pays for, but the socialists do not provide. I care ...

Fenris Badwulf, caring person

My high school math teacher, who taught socialism instead of math to his math class, taught socialist truth. Truth like laws make criminals. I was talking about this socialist laws make criminals meme to the teller at The Bank of Palermo. Now, where I bank, they treat you like family; because who would you really trust with your money but family? Banks are in the news these days. The banks in Cyprus are taking forty percent of depositors' savings; and now there is talk of doing the same across Europe. No outrage from the welfare classes, of course. They spend money, they do not save. Those seized savings are going to propping up the welfare state. This concerned my friend, the teller at The Bank of Palermo.

Drug Cartel Information

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Weaponizing your House Pets

The future is coming, and that future includes your beloved house pets. You can teach your old pets new tricks. I am teaching my girlfriend's budgie to overthrow evil. You start off small, of course. It is like gladiator training in Mortal Kombat. Only you are the Master. In this scenario stew you are cooking, you are the chef ...

Horoscope for the week of March 24, 2013

The War God, Mars, is on the march. And, he looks attractive in that uniform. Venus accompanies Mars in Aries, and the delightful Sun shines his light upon the romance of soldier and lover. So, there is sex to appeal to the lusty. Mercury remains behind in Pisces keeping motivations hidden and confused, but also bringing resources and answers in that magical way so special about Mercury in Pisces. So, a week of fire and dash, heroes to cheer, and miraculous arrivals of rescuing cavalry. This is your week in the stars.

Working document manifesto.

You really cannot be serious now a days without some sort of personal manifesto. Let us start a working document with all the stuff you cannot have in your manifesto.

1) Things to not have in your manifesto:

1. Repress free speech.
2. Oppress minorities and women.
3. Force people to worship against their will.
4. Abuse religion. Use it as a tool of power, mind control, and manipulation.
5. Implement fear.
6. Manufacture, storage, training of your armed forces with weapons of terror, like poison gas, germ agents, radioactive weapons; land mines, booby traps, blinding lasers ...

That will do for now. There are more things you cannot have, obviously.

Morning coffee

Some mornings, you just want to write I am here for revenge on the bathroom mirror. You can write in soap, toothpaste, or simply shape the letters with your finger on the steamy mirror. You can visualize yourself putting on your Norwegian Black Metal makeup look. Some people do their blogging wearing a housecoat; me, I prefer Black Metal. But those are things you can do at home. What about at work? You can write I am here for revenge on the washroom mirror at work, but going in wearing your Norwegian Black Metal look might be a bit much, except on Casual Fridays. And, at work, the office consensus never allows decent music on the office radio. Always some swimming dolphins, chirpy pop, or geriatric rock'n'roll. Never what you want. That is consensus. Never Prussian March music; never Norwegian Black Metal. Diversity means never what you want; and taxes. Still, there are mornings; and those are the mornings you keep your thoughts to yourself. You watch people when they are not watching. You think about holding an honest ax, not a dishonest coffee cup. You listen to your inner voices, and hold them down to a whisper. Times change. You get older; you get promotions ... It was not until I became Human Resources Manager that I realized how upset people get at stuff like I am here for revenge written on the washroom mirror in a work environment.

Strategy Concepts

As mentioned in the post The Pentagram Strategy *, there are several subsidiary tactical motifs used by today's modern, post-Christian business person. Drawing upon the business scenario of the Human Organ Broking industry, Sargon the Magnificent, Financial Astrologer to the Captains of Canadian Capitalism, now expounds the details ...

Public Transit in the City of Light

Celebrate Diversity by riding public transit. Wrap your mouth around the white guilt spigot and suck back some of the feel good sap of political correctness. Gosh darn, the news is sticky with news about public transit here in the City of Light. Take your pick: the gunman they cannot catch, the rush hour without a rush, or just the general background theme of soon come, soon come. Our beloved leftists have strangled the road net, and now they are choking transit. Like an aging whore faced with a phallus of larger volume than her already stretched throat can handle, the system gurgles to a halt. Take a journey with me, Fenris Badwulf, into the future using the Global Warming science of conjecture into Public Transit in the City of Light:

The Cult of the Personality

Using Astrological Accounting methods gives you the edge ... here Sargon the Magnificent, renowned Canadian Financial Astrologer, continues his discussion of The Pentagram Strategy:

The Pentagram Strategy

Astute accountants know that astrology will give them the edge they need in todays business environment. Your competitors are supplementing Generally Accepted Accounting Practices with Crystal Ball Management Accounting ... so should you!

The Jaded Voyeur

Some people like to watch. To share in other peoples intimate moments. To savor the diversity, I like to say, when asked, if confronted. Gone are the days, er, nights, when you have to walk around in the dark in unfamiliar back yards to savor the diversity. Now a days, you can get one of those cheap Chinese crystal balls. I do not have one. I have one of the older, original, crystal balls. It was made in Florence by the Scottish crystal ball maker MacKenzie for the Sforza duke of Milan. It does a much better job than those cheap knock offs on the market. It preserves that intimate feeling you get when you stand in the shrubs and peer in through a crack in curtains in the kitchen window.

Horoscope for the week of March 17, 2013

There are too many planets in Pisces for serious considerations to be considered seriously. Emotions rule, and emotional matters take on practical considerations. Resources come to those that need them, whereas the efforts to acquire resources are dispersed. It is a week for spiritual inquiry.

The inciting incident

Someone I know got a visit from the police. I do not know about you, but getting a visit from the Cops is a big deal for those of us raised in Ontario culture. After the ethnic cleansing that is progressive immigration policy, getting a visit from the Cops is no longer such a big deal. Heck, it is a plus: you get street cred from your homies. The Police are an army of occupation, enforcing white privilege, racism, and straight white male big dick rule. So it came as a surprise that the sticky with white guilt Toronto School Board would even dirty themselves by involving the police in their leftist versus tax payer feud. Our modern activists excel in stupid. They are ability challenged. I would laugh, except that, well, getting a visit from the Cops is a big deal in my culture.

Urban Unrest

My long time associate and more recently, hired mercenary, Mad Mike, is back in town after a mission to Dallas and then Byzantium.  He likes to rest up in London, under his old identity as a lazy, good for nothing roofer.  All the neighbors think he lives here, shuffling off to the store, when he is really based in New Zealand, along with his brigade of mercenaries.

Mad Mike's Book Store

My buddy Mad Mike * has a book store. Everyone who knows him, which is quite a few, call this place Mad Mikes Book Store. Mad Mike is a pretty mellow guy; he is not filled with rage, as so many mercenaries are. He likes a big dinner, beer, and women in latex catsuits. But then I mentioned Margaret Atwood *, and his face contorted in rage, like a free born British yeoman being told about Ship Money *.

Burning Margaret Atwood

I have not met anyone who had any book by Margaret Atwood that was not purchased, obtained, required but for some sort of school course. I have attended a lifetime of house parties, stood in front rooms, and admired the collection of school texts that all post Trudeau Canadians have. Every man jack and dolly has one, two, or ten of the works of the Canadian Left's favorite non-transgendered person whose vision exactly matches their own in the way that Easter Islanders always seemed to carve the same face to celebrate their dysfunctional culture.

The Sleeping Sword

What can I do? What can you do? You have access to information, a sense of history, and knowledge of what worked in the past. You can solve problems, you have solved problems, dealt with situations personal, emotional, financial, and spiritual. You are confident in the face of adversity, react with calm and reason, make good choices, and are crowned with a reasonable measure of success. You are above the norm on the normal curve. You are an adult. You look around at your sphere of influence, and it works. Yours is not the world of a glue sniffer. At times you look to the greater universe, the one beyond your grasp. There you see problems you can easily solve; some problems are larger, but you research and find proven solutions that worked in the past; other problems, already beyond your reach, are beyond your grasp. None the less, you see things, situations, where you can see a solution, but cannot implement it. Your sword is asleep. How do you wake it up?

Campus Hate Hoax Watch

Foaming, bursting diarrhea. My media survey is now embroiled by the mounting outrage over the wave of racism at progressive Oberlin college. It will not go away until they find out the perp is an N-person or otherwise disadvantaged. Ghack.

To think that there is a Klan Klavern active at Oberlin is terrifying. The Klan must be infiltrating the progressive academic towers first. Canada's own York U, the red extra University in town has a racism problem too. Anyway, this bears watching. If it goes mainstream ape shit, look for a white perp. Otherwise, there will be silence.

The Connaisseur of Schadenfreude Tours

What do you do for fun? Me, I have simple tastes: whiskey, whores, and violence. But not everyone has simple, down to earth tastes. Not everyone you care about enjoys the painted lips, the chocolate frosting, and the hollow point ammo, and that you appreciate. Some of the people on your gift list are connaisseurs of pleasure, and for them, it is schadenfreude that they appreciate. Now, for a simple man, such as myself, big words like schadenfreude have too many letters to be understood. It is better to experience the pleasures of schadenfreude. If you are shopping for a gift for a friend, relative, co-worker, or lover, then I suggest The Connaisseur of Schadenfreud Tours; they have an introductory offer this month: three days of schadenfreude at various Ontario Hospitals.

The Invisible Hospital of White Privilege

Friday evenings in the Badwulf household are a time for pounding back liquor, gorging on fatty meats, and displays of sexual excess. My spiritual beliefs, the moral codes I live by, and the great lives I study as role models all have a common theme: Set, the Snake God. So, Friday night, when the pagan goddess Frigg has rulership over the TV remote, the CD library, and the keys to the lockable sex toys, we gather for fun and frolic. Refreshment, as the free masons say. But not every whiskey fueled Friday evening whoop up is a succession of degenerate pleasures. Heck no. The Human Condition is specific to us all. One of my guests, my good friend the Subversive Consumer, was suddenly seized with hiccups. I looked up at him over my cards (three kings and the ten of diamonds) and was filled with concern. I care. I felt the need for a diversion. 'Let us go to the hospital!' I suggested.

Oscar and ass glue

The airwaves, the print media, are filled with Oscar! My morning was contaminated by media. It started when I awoke: Oscar! Like the stench of fart ruins a meal, or the sound of a chronic tubercular cough from the fast food kitchen puts you off your coffee, so too did Oscar! contaminate my morning media reconnaissance. Who watches the Oscars, anyway? Men who wear make up and have fashion sense; women who understand the internal combustion engine; people who have Marx on the bookshelf; and the time keeping never worker whose days are spent sleeping and nights spent with junk food, fornicating, dope, and socialist uproar over first nations causes. Watching movies means subjecting yourself to the loathing of smug as turd on the sidewalk leftist Hollywood liberals; television is a constant picking at scabs; and the print media is about as enticing as a cesspool on a hot summers day. No, I do not watch Oscar! I do not frequent the movies it honors. Oscar! I know of nobody who has self-esteem who follows Oscar! Even my fellows who lead double lives working in the socialist social services sector despise Oscar! The incest that is Hollywood is the entertainment that conforms to the fairy cake world view of those born or whore'd into the post reality Bolshevism of the Golden Bourgeois. It neither entertains nor informs nor reflects reality. It sucks. Nobody is much interested in Oscar! but those in the studios and press rooms that think we should think in ways that support their cocaine lifestyle. Bah. I am here for revenge. I have no idea why Oscar! is thundering across the hollow can filled with pebbles that is the media. And then again, I have no idea why search engines associate my posts with the words "ass + glue". Oscar! and ass glue. Why?

There is one movie that made it to Oscar! that I was dimly aware of. I have not seen it. So, can I speak about it? I can tell you the effect I have observed. Maybe. Maybe not. I do not live in a country that has freedom of speech. Is Django a recruiting film for the Klan? The real Klan, not the uniform fetish crowd. The real racists, who kill people based on ethnicity. Not the fund raiser racists, who balk at confiscated income.

The life of Pi. It has some sort of Canadian connection the broken record of main stream media repeats over and over and over. And over. Every time I went past the movie theater in the shopping mall, there was never a line up for this movie. The graphics company that did the special effects went bankrupt.

Who am I to complain? I boycott the main stream media. I was ignorant of ass glue until the internet. Now, Oscar! is linked to ass glue in the algorithm space much as it is in real life.

I, Fenris Badwulf, wrote this. I care.

The Plumber who could not fart

Ah, Calgary. Cold in winter. Filled with people. People whose plumbing backs up. This is where The Plumber lives, works, and plays. This plumber, he works for a living. No employment equity for him: no high pay, no high pension, no nap time. But The Plumber is resigned to his lot. It is for the best. He works with the public, you see. Baby mommas have sinks that clog; Welfare artists have drippy faucets; socialist social services sector have needs for new and fabulous fixtures. They pay, sometimes, in cash; which offsets the confiscation of income which pays for the baby mommas, the welfare artists, and the socialist social services sector paper passers that confiscate, dole, and spend. 'Cash is good,' says The Plumber. He is not known for conversation. In his free time, at home, he reads books, and he makes stuff in his basement workshop. Lately, he has been struggling with the miasma that is the Green movement. Working in a trade named after the hated, toxic, earth rapist element of lead (you know, plumbum is Latin for Lead, and the first pipes were made from lead, hence plumber) one should be concerned that the trade will go the way of the light bulb. At least, The Plumber is concerned. He is also worried about his health. Who is not these days? There is no scientific consensus about food safety: does tofu give you worms? But The Plumber has a personal worry: he can no longer fart.

Astrology and Murder

Your destiny is written in the stars. Murderer? How to murder, and the fate of the corpse.

Astrology and Zombies

Zombies have surfaced from the collective subconscious. Foreshadowing of the coming apocalypse? Perhaps. A metaphor for something else? Perhaps. Serious students of the occult should apply their arcane knowledge. Regardless, you can use astrology to prepare yourself. Others may scoff, but you can rest smug and superior when they get their heads cracked open and their brains scooped out. Astrology can answer the three basic questions that might trouble you about your zombie experience: where will I be when I find out, how will they get me, and your ultimate fate when you become a zombie.

The Reactionary Impulse

After being told a lie what do you do? Do you know you have been lied to? The more important event is the realization you have been lied to. Being deceived is the inciting incident, yes. However it is the point at which you realize you have been lied to that sparks off the reaction. The reactionary impulse, so to speak. Now, not everyone who realizes they have been deceived react in exactly the same way. Some are 'co-dependent' and crawl back for more abuse. Some avoid, some adapt, and some seek to destroy their tormentors. To complicate our inquiry, we no longer live in a society that celebrates freedom of speech. People discovering the deceptions of the Statists, their whore media, their whore academia, and the whore bureaucracy; are rarely disposed to making public displays. It does not work, and the Statists, being bullies (er, tyrant) punish those that speak out against the plantation. Do I need to give examples? Heck no. I would much rather look at the reactionary impulse, what happens to those who have been pushed too far.

Valentines Day 2013

I woke up this glorious morning with the person I love. It is Valentine's Day, a day to celebrate love. There is a day of celebration planned: champagne and chocolates, flowers, and exchanges of presents. Sigh. This brings tears to my eyes. I can only hope and pray to Set, the Snake God, that you are as lucky as me: perhaps, luckier. Perhaps, though, you are not lucky at all. Has Set, the Snake God favored you as chef or waiter, or are you entree? Do you find yourself alone, wearing the garland of parsley and anointed with mayonnaise, weeping and waiting for the crushing jaws, the tearing claws, and the bad breath of carnivore? How sad. You look around and everyone you see appears to have the love of the love of their life. Why are you left in the icy cold meat locker on a hook when you should be up front, serving burgers; or better yet, creating new dishes with exciting foodstuffs and exotic spices? This Valentines Day you should look to Set, the Snake God to improve your circumstances. Your neighbors are doing it. Let me witness my Valentine's Day experience ...

The Broken Wand

The Department of Education has a SWAT team. Imagine that.  Well, amongst the cynical, this is nothing surprising.  Go out and talk to your Accelerationist buddies. Across the fruited plain, the police are gathering resources more war like and military than peace keeping and domestic.  Some say they are being equipped for tyranny.  Some say they are being bought off with toys.  Really?  Is it war, then?  The criminals are mobilizing, in numbers and munitions.  Are they?  All these martial preparations: the better question is 'are we preparing for the last war'?

How to do a love spell

I have to address this issue.  I am getting Google hits on an older piece I wrote. 

So, you want a love spell, eh?

Step one: Have your natal horoscope cast.  You will need to know the position by sign of your natal Venus and Mars.

Step two: Get a decent deck of tarot cards.  You will need the major trumps that represent Mars (The Lightning Struck Tower), and Venus (The Empress).

Step three: From your decent deck of tarot cards select the major trumps for the signs that Mars and Venus reside in. (Complications: if you have Venus and Mars in the same sign, see the Notes below)

Step four: construct a two by two matrix of cards in the following pattern:

1. Planet, sign
2. Sign, planet

Notes:

This will bring your planets into equilibrium and bring you love.  It might not be who you think, and you cannot, using this method, target specific individuals. 

This method can also be used to bring equilibrium to your other planetary pairs.  If you recall the Arabian Parts school of astrology, you will remember that various pairs of the inner seven planets have domain over specific areas.  (Venus and Mars over love, for example). 

If your Venus and Mars are in the same sign, use, for the second sign, the sign opposite.

Sargon the Magnificent wrote this.

Monday Morning Manhunt

My Monday morning manhunt moment began with the disconcerting news that the manhunted is uncaught. Oh, any god but Christ, what is to become of us progressives, diversives, and other gendered? Wail, gnashing of teeth! Actually, the progressives, the diversives, and the other gendered are cheering the Batman Dark Knight figure of Chris Dorner on. Kinda reminds me of the leftist unrest that accompanied our leftist Ontario premier Bob Rae. Remember that, fellow citizens? Why are leftists (like Obama supporter Dorner) cooking off under the rule of their dreamboat leader? Oh well. There is no free speech in this country so public speculation is suppressed. (You might want to think about it, though: as in, a) is it true the lefties rise up under lefty leadership, and, b) is it possible [if (a) is true] to discourage and/or encourage these uprisings [a sub thought of (b) would be is it possible to direct these uprisings as to target and intensity]; and c) the general case of uprisings: what is the trigger, and can they be directed by target and intensity.) Actually, only a hypnotist with an interest in mass hysteria would be doing any sort of research into that. Anyway, there are other items in the mucked up manhunt to manure up my Monday morning.

Morning Manhunt

Saturday morning.  Haven't the forces of justice caught that white-black villain Christopher Dorner yet? And the guns, the guns. The guns made him do it. So, I get up on this glorious Global Warming Saturday, shovel the snow (soon to be ashes from Lake Winnipeg when it boils away) and expect to find the villain has been taken into custody, pending a fair trail, a tearful apology with Oprah, and the support of a tribe of baby mommas. No such luck. Instead, there is support for this latter day Rambo.

Angry Christopher Dorner

Have you had the opportunity to read Christoper Dorner's manifesto, yet?  An angry man, indeed.

I was shocked at the allegations of racism.  I was shocked at the insight into the diversity of hatreds in the progressive state.  Imagine that.

Awareness by the Unaware

Your public library has a diversity of awareness raising seminars and goings on. Inevitably, there is some government funding for whatever awareness group is out pushing brochures, literature, and a community college quality power point presentation. Your question is how can you attach your inner financial lamprey to this money trout that is government funding. A logical and reasonable person would want to know what sort of criteria are used to determine which awareness group gets funding, and which does not. There is no criteria. Just fill in the forms, and the check arrives. Finding the forms, the programs, and the byzantine criteria for filling out the forms is the challenge. As with all things government, having a friend inside helps. I went to the public library, your public library, to attend a government funded awareness seminar on farting.

Feeding Set, the Snake God by Proxy

Eating has a special place in the spiritual realm of followers of Set, the Snake God. Why not add something special to dog treat time and write the name of someone in need of spiritual uplifting through the mystical process of digestion upon a dog treat. Feed your problems to the wolf.

Public Library, Social Disease

I used to think the worst part of getting to the public library was taking public transit.  You know the public transit situation here in Toronto: it is a warm place in winter, air conditioned in summer, and dry all year long: so the insane that roam the streets between welfare check binges make it their place to work through the voices in their head.  After the insane, you have the criminals.  Sure, a person with a diversity of personalities will push you onto the tracks, but at least they have a bad smell and wardrobe that can alert the urban jungle dweller that there is a problem.  The criminals come in packs.  A new crop every spring (only the cold weather seems to thin out their ranks).  A discerning reader of the state media knows they are a problem: every transit rider can tell you of incidents of violence experienced or witnessed.  Yet there are never arrests for such pedestrian crimes.  The bright elite lights of progressive Toronto, when their progressive voters are snuffed out and eulogized by the progressive media, are known personally for public urination, spitting, and cell phone jacking.  The elites weep on their country estates under the watchful gaze of Lenin, Che, and Trudeau.  The working class is relieved: that dirty N-person who pissed on the Bloor line last August has gone to the great hip hop subway station in hell.  Such is transit.  You endure until you get to the library.  Now, it seems, the progressive voter has found their way into the book stacks.

Happy Days in the Basement

In these progressive times, I spend my Happy Days down in the basement.  I spend my free time at hobbies, rather than get into to trouble with free speech. Going out into the world can get you into even more trouble, even death.  Public transit is a third world experience: roving madmen, er, madpersons; open borders socialist social parasites with a consistent liberal voting record; and a diversity of pathogens courtesy of a multicultural selection of cultures that disbelieve in the germ theory of disease.  It is racist to notice, don't you know.  Keep your eyes down, like a Saxon in the presence of your Norman liege.  The over represented N-people need only hallucinate your muttering of the forbidden N-word to the white guilt slurping judge to get a few years shaved from the sentence for cracking your skull and spilling your teeth.  So, to the basement I prefer to go.  And my friends, the people I trust, they do the same thing.  Today is Saturday, and there are many of them doing projects in the basement.  Why get into trouble?