by Scott Creighton
photo by arthur_i7
The Japanese have responded to the latest “ISIS™” Crisis in style with what’s being called the “ISIS Crap Photoshop Grand Prix”
In response to the ridiculously crafted fake beheading videos, Japanese bloggers and Twitter users have decided to make fun of the “ISIS™” psyop rather than dropping to their knees and cringing in fear as is the custom here in the land of the round-eye.
Mass formation psychosis is a very real thing and when you look at what has been happening to us, step by step, it sure looks a lot like their Shock and Awe program. And keep in mind, it's not just for the normies any more.
(archived from) Sept. 3 2007
by Scott Creighton
(In
order to start off a little thread about our Labor Memories, I
offer this. And we at the Zoo would like to wish everyone a
safe and memorable Labor Day) (This same website I helped start kicked me out not long after because I refused to worship at the alter of Obama)
My first job was as a weekend dishwasher in the Burton Center at Lynchburg College in 1980. I was 14 years old and I learned to punch a clock early in life. We worked in a dish room around an automated dish washing system full of steam and mostly unpleasant people. I was one of several who weren’t college students earning their way to a better stature in life. I was a 14 year old townie in a Private College sea of the entitled.
JB Allen ran the dish room. He was an interesting man. A large, local man, probably 40 at the time with this slicked back black hair that was always greasy, JB had a beer gut and a pick-up truck with so many rust spots you could crawl thru some of them. He ran the dish room like an ex-soldier would; laid back most of the time, but always no nonsense when it came to showing up for work. He was well liked and genuinely respected by all the workers; student and townie alike. After my parents divorced and my father was gone,he became like a surrogate father figure to me, over the years that I worked there, during the summers of my high school days. And when I was accepted a JMU, I think, in some way, he was proudest of all my true mentors.
When I finally returned to Lynchburg, I stopped in to see old JB and we spoke and drank for hours.
When I came back 2 years later, I went to visit his grave site, and cried for an hour for an old washed up redneck with a beer-gut and a piece of shit pick-up truck.
by Scott Creighton
Seated across the desk in the intake assessment office of Binder and Binder, the large eyed woman was cheerful and pleasant while she proficiently processed my claim. We had gone thru the small talk and the statistics and the “personal” story that she related to me about a friend who found themselves in the same position I was in. We talked about my first job, at 14, and hers as well, and how it was a shame that when one finds one’s self in a situation like this after nearly 30 years of paying into SSI, it is almost impossible to get the help they need. Her friend’s case was finally accepted after 3 years of litigation. It was only her family that kept her from starving to death in the mean time.
(archived from July 22 2007)
I like hospitals. And now I know why.
Yesterday I had an appointment with the Doctor and after answering a few questions honestly (learned my lesson) it was off to the hospital for me. I won’t bore you with the details except for the fact that there was talk of putting a filter in one of my veins and all I could think of is the filter that keeps getting clogged on the lawn mower and I have to scrape off the oil residue to keep it running. Great; I’m going to be looking for a flat head screwdriver every time I’m short of breath.
(archived from July 6 2007)
by Scott Creighton
Through out the country, corporations and special interest groups are writing the laws that affect our lives. On local, state, and federal levels these organizations are remaking the rules by which we live and govern our everyday activities, to benefit themselves. They have found the glitch in the security system, the unlocked bathroom window if you will, and they have crawled in and now claim squatters rights as if it were the intention of the founding fathers to hand over our Constitutional Democracy to insurance companies and global banking conglomerates.
Who was really in charge? Where are the security videos? Why didn't they snipe him through the windows? Is there a buzz-in security system on that exterior door?