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SURVIVAL GUIDE PAGE
Hello, and welcome to the new chucktrevino.com Survival Page! This will be an ongoing, frequently updated "blog" type webpage, offering advice on ways to deal with the new inevitably approaching nightmare that journalists like CNN's funny U.K. gloater, Nick Paton, keep assuring us is right around the corner. To quote Paton: "Try to take heart... things are never going to get back to normal again." Take heart! Oh, my gaaaww... Thanks Nick, we're all taking heart over here in the U.S., especially since CNN's main man, Joe Biden, appears to have stolen the 2020 Presidential election fair and square, to use the SS-DG's own terminology. Yes indeed, they should know what viruses, economic hardships, wars, stock market crashes and other disasters are in store for us all, these Elitists, since they are the ones who bring it all down upon us! Actually, the big-time Jokers at CNN, as well as other quite obvious SS-DG news outlets such as Politico, The Hill, AP News, etc, keep vacillating between saying Biden is POTUS and Biden is "projected" to be the next POTUS. C'mon, make up your minds, you schizoid Satanists! Ok, let's get serious now. Let me begin with a few quick questions... what do you think is the biggest danger facing Americans (and citizens of every country in the known world) today? Could it be airborne viruses, or other "biological warfare" diseases? Is it the exponential proliferation of nuclear weaponry? Is it the exponential proliferation of “unplanned,” poorly-raised people? Is it the exponential, pollution-causing manufacture of silly, plastic, non-essential "bells and whistles" products to totally titillate those above-mentioned people? Is it the possibility of natural and man-caused disasters such as ozone-layer depletion, global warming, asteroid strikes, tsunamis, volcanoes, gulf stream changes, magnetic polarity reversals, insect epidemics? Is it the blatant robbery of people's savings by central banking, international lending or stock exchange institutions? Is it the ruination of people's investments by contrived “insider” stock market manipulation (or other contrivances, such as skillfully rendered "housing crashes")? Is it the shamefully blatant government toleration of illegally contrived international mega-corporations that crush competition and shamelessly invade your privacy to cover every aspect of marketing from A to Z (like Google's "Alphabet," get it)? Is it the uncontrolled spread of cultural insanity, due to the highly contagious merchant mentality that is compelling many people today to abandon their morals, ideals, dignity, compassion, future, children's futures, and sanity, all in the mad pursuit of that almighty god, "The Buck?" Is it the disgusting glut of manipulative economic middle-men who are experts at stealing that buck off of you, whether you earned it immorally, honestly, or otherwise? Is it all of the above, and more? If you answered "all of the above, and more!" you are, as the central bankster crooks like to say, "right on the money." But before you smugly congratulate yourself on your high test score, you should know something else: you have not even begun to scratch the surface of the dangers facing you. "Oh gee, durr hurr, we didn't already know that Charles, you idiot," many of you are probably sardonically thinking right now. After all, most observant people who weren't born in a protective bubble 
(like rich people are) are fully aware of the fact that life is fraught with
peril; hell, even the rich people know it! Its just part of the
devil's bargain of existence; ye shall always have the problems, just
like ye shall always have the poor, as the good book says.
However, I believe that most, if not all of the above problems could be dealt with, or even completely solved, if mankind could only learn how to render harmless a relatively small, elite, and apparently insane taxonomic category of people, whose physical characteristics are so myriad and diverse that they actually defy taxonomic categorization; the racial denomination of these people is today actually best described by the term "state of mind," rather than any other categorially descriptive word or phrase. Exactly who are these people, and what is their state of mind? I'm getting to that, just hold your horses... and quit rushing me! If you are a regular follower of this website, you may already have some idea of the entity I am alluding to, and may be disdainfully thinking that I am being overly simplistic in attributing all the evils of the planet down to this one relatively tiny group... whose members include the vast majority of billionaires and millionaires in the world, ok? But, before I eleemosynarily identify this singular entity, at great personal risk to my own self if I may, I would like to hold forth for a little while on the subject of humanity itself, graciously offering to a deliberately confused world my own learned, wizened, personal View of Life. Now... it seems to me that when it comes to people's opinions of what constitutes a utopian world, humanity is spread out over a huge spectrum, ranging from "far right" to "far left" extremism, with every conceivable combination of the two extremes in between. To simplify matters, you could say that on the far right we have people who espouse a totalitarian-like "religous" austerity that discourages things such as 
creative musical inventiveness, artistic expression, and
tolerance for unfortunate eccentrics who won't (or can't) toe the
social line and obey strict social mores (mores defined by
narrow-minded "by-the-book" fundamentalists who frown
heavily on things such as sex, drugs, and even classic rock n' roll).
Although practicing this austerity is admittedly the most effective
way of keeping evil satanic forces at bay, such austerity can also
totally inhibit, squeeze and suffocate much of the joy out of life; that is,
life as more daring (and sordid) people would like to know it.
And in the far-left corner, we have... well, good ol' Satan himself, it would seem. When I say "Satan," I am actually referring to the mindset of the growing masses of people who are so insanely resentful of the confines of far-right austerity that they appear to be, well... insane! 
This would include the lunatics, Jokers and other self-proclaimed misfits
who are often referred to as the "deep state," bad actors who, unfortunately
for the rest of us, have given up on observing simple rules of "decency"
(behavior marked by moral integrity, kindness, and goodwill),
self-discipline, self-restraint, rationality, modesty and sanity,
and who instead worship the religion of absolute depravity and
nihilism. To be perfectly fair, some of these people are not so
insane, in the clinical sense; they are merely insanely greedy.
(But who cares how their problem is categorized, really?
They all suck, in my book.)
And then, right smack-dab in the middle there, precariously but gracefully balanced between the two polarities, we find, ta-da! Me. 
When I say "Me," I am referring to I myself , the perfect compromise between the straights and sickies; a paragon of the "happy medium" between left and right, satanism and sterility, insanity and stifling stolidity, punk-rock and Bing Crosby, etc. I consider me to be the ultimate exemplar of the slippery, otter-like, fun-loving, joyfully astute, aesthetically-appreciative bipedal mammalian surfer-dude organism, a virtual paragon of controlled hedonism; I believe that I represent the ultimate life-form that everbody should strive to be more like. My religion is slippery non-commitment. My name is Charles. I carry a badge. Hmmm... um, perhaps I may have over-romanticized myself a bit there. Alright, ok, I'll be perfectly honest. I am actually just a feckless, shiftless (shifty?), irresponsible (and therefore untrustworthy), confirmed bachelor (masturbator) ne'er-do-well (well, sometimes I do, but not that often) prick (ouch!) who doesn't even like to get up off his lazy ass to cast a vote -- not even one of those fraudulent mail-in ballots! In short, I am probably not the kind of guy who should run for President, ok? There, I admitted it. However, I do possess a certain amount of "perspective." As a beneficial consequence of my advanced age (100 years old and still holding my water), I have been around the block many times and have seen many things, both good and bad, acquiring a certain wisdom in the process, wisdom which I am about to, quite magnanimously I might add, impart to you. Free of charge, as usual. I have thought a lot about what I am about to say here. I have weighed the benefits and detriments, and considered the possible consequences many, many, many times, and up until now I have always come to the same decision: just let it lie, Charles. There's nothing you can do to change the beseiged world; its just too big, and you're just too little. Besides that, you're kind of a funny little guy, and there is nothing funny about the present debauched state of this planet's affairs. But as of late, I have started to experience a certain not-so-funny feeling, a sort of guilt that keeps haunting me; a feeling that I am just blithely sitting there and watching as a blind person, who possesses neither a seeing-eye dog nor a tapping cane, strides swiftly and purposefully towards the edge of a thousand-foot cliff. It is this guilty shame that has compelled me to write the following Survival Guide. You can take it or leave it, as you wish... here it is. HOW I SURVIVED AN SS-DG VENDETTA (And How You Can, Too!) A Survival Guide [But first, before I start....] But first, before I start giving you survival tips, I am going to relate a little bit of background information here, in an effort to explain away what might be perceived as an excess of bitter animosity in the following (and past) narratives. Information about myself. As I mentioned before, there exists in this world a satanic entity so digustingly putrid and foul that I am loathe to even think about it. But think about it I must, because apparently this loathsome entity, or certain of its component appendages, just loves to think about me, or so it would seem. Also, and most importantly, this entity possesses a certain genius for getting "non-members" (read: victims) 
to argue, fight with and even kill one another, thus
rendering said victims completely unable to begin any effort
to detect, locate and neutralize the aforementioned putrid, foul (but extremely sly and
cunning) satanists... and this is something that I, and every other victim
of these dissembling worms, should indeed think hard about. If
you don't believe me, you should most definitely research the French Revolution,
and how it gave rise to "The Terror," a horrible period of civil upheaval
and mass-murder that gripped France in the late 1700's. Reliable sources
allege that this dark period of history was almost certainly orchestrated
by the above-mentioned satanists; unless you're a clueless dummy, you might
be drawing comparisons between France's "Terror" and the racial/ideological
civil unrest that seems to be on the increase in this country --
a terrorist movement orchestrated and led by known terrorists who have taken
advantage of the resentment of have-nots and wannabees who don't seem to be
able to correlate having a great sexual orgasm with having unplanned,
unwanted, improperly-nurtured, society-degrading offspring, and who probably
wouldn't be able to stop irresponsibly "effing" even if they were.
(Did you follow me on that last sentence? No, you say? Good. I'm
in enough hot water as it is.)
I first encountered this satanic entity when my parents chose to move my family to the outermost, but still very nice fringes of a controversial upper-middle class enclave in the Greater Los Angeles area, for reasons that looked good on paper, as the saying goes. Safe neighborhood, close to schools, pets o.k., huge, excellent park right across street. But what looks good on paper isn't always so great. Paper can lie. After leaving our last place of residence, my family had been staying for months in a fairly inexpensive but very decent little downtown motel just around the corner from where the old Hotel Figueroa used to stand, ironically named the Royal Host (I will explain the irony of that name later on). On the night we finally moved out of there, as we were driving to our new residence, my brother began to warn me about the type of people I was about to encounter in our new town. "They're mean, Chuck! They're (D.O.'s). They're going to insult you, call you beaner, greaser, spic, taco-bender," he told me. He also informed me that they were rich asshole snobs, and that it was going to be hard to make friends there. As I listened on in disbelief, I remember thinking that he must be joking or something. He wasn't. In spite of his warning, I didn't go to my new school, _________, with a chip on my shoulder; in fact, having recently learned how to swim (in the deep end, even!), I was intent on making friends with the "rich" kids, hoping that maybe some of them would invite me to come swim in their pools. I just loved to swim! And I knew that all rich people had swimming pools, right? Well, they didn't. Invite me to swim, I mean. What I encountered at _________ was a concentrated body of the strangest people I had ever come across in my short life (I was only eleven or twelve years old at the time). People who grouped together in many tight, miserable little cliques that were virtually impossible to gain admittance to. People that looked at me with contemptuous and hostile expressions on their less-than-attractive faces. And what made things worse was the fact that I could only be described as 
"less-than-attractive" myself; in fact, I had never felt so ugly, having recently been
forced to start wearing thick-lensed, dumb-looking eyeglasses, since an
observant schoolteacher had discovered that I was almost as blind as
the proverbial bat. I had also recently been adorned with little
silver metal braces which were attempting to rein in the worst case
of buck teeth anyone had ever seen before. In short, I was an easy
mark for the self-loathing little sadists who are always
part and parcel of this body of people, and they quickly took aim and
began firing away at me.
To be perfectly fair, not all of the people I encountered were overtly hostile; in fact, one or two were actually pretty nice to me. Others simply left me alone, displaying an impartial aloofness that was neither positive nor negative. However, I would have to say that the mean, self-loathing goonies of the school left the largest impression on me, and it was indelible. Besides ostracizing me, many people made mean innuendoes, or else just outright insulted me and my "bean-loving" kind, and I must say this: these people are no friend of the Latinos, in spite of the fact that they help us out by financing caravans of illegal aliens to storm our borders, thus getting people to highly resent all of us. But that was only one aspect of my troubles. One of my many new problems concerned transportation to school, which required a fairly long walk. I remember that my dad, instead of buying a bike for me, instead very wisely put me on a savings program in which he matched every dollar that I saved. Soon we had accumulated enough money to buy a brand new beautiful blue Schwinn ten-speed, which was promptly stolen after I lent it to my brother to go run an errand; he was really going to score some weed from a local drug dealer, and thoughtlessly left it outside the guy's home unlocked. Very strange criminal behavior for these upper-middle class SS-DG people, who seem to believe that none of their kind could or would do anything wrong, ever, and thusly should never be subjected to constructive criticism, or criticism of any kind -- especially in regard to their politician-enriching lobbying abilities. However, my brother had a good part-time job at Gelsons Market, and soon I was riding another identical new bike... that was promptly vandalized the first day I rode it to school. I remember starting to feel very annoyed indeed at my new schoolmates after I came down to the bike racks to find the gear shifters broken and in need of expensive repair. Again, this seemed to be a very unseemly occurrence at an institution peopled by such high-class, blameless angels. To my credit, I stood up for myself... at first. 
But as more time
passed and I started to realize the sheer volume of my new-found
enemies, I began to psychologically break down under the weight of it
all and, as always, my grades suffered for it.
To be fair, I did
manage to make a few friends who provided some much needed moral
support, and I thank God for that; I had never been a loner before,
and really didn't know how to handle loneliness at that time. But
mostly what I remember was thinly-veiled or blatant hatred, mostly
manifested through verbal abuse and ostracism. At first I had
thought that it was racism, and that played a big part in it, I'm
quite sure, but there were other factors involved. Over time, I came
to believe that some person or persons had, by some mysterious means,
actually overheard
my brother warning me about the D.O.'s the night we left the Royal
Host motel, and had spread the news of his "unfair"
assessment far and wide throughout the school and even beyond. I
began to form an idea that this privacy invasion, however it was
accomplished, was what had prompted the SS-DG's hostility.
It wasn't until many years later that I began to understand why they were so hostile; I had actually been right. There actually was an intense FBI spying operation going on at the time (this surveillance is not going on anymore, as we all know) called Cointelpro. According to researchers, at Cointelpro's unbelievable zenith one out of every three Americans was being electronically spied on, and it was highly likely that they had "tapped" our car as well, perhaps upon finding out that we were moving to _______ _____ (in case you didn't know, the SS-DG's control the FBI, among other noble U.S. spying institutions). But life still went on, as life will, although every now and then some very scary thing would happen, such as the time I was nearly run over by a car, deliberately, one afternoon as I was riding my bike down the street in front of my house. I remember hearing the sound of a car accelerating towards me, then the screeching of brakes. I turned around to look as a shiny new blue Mustang fastback pulled up beside me, with four of five people inside, one of whom was my own brother. The passenger in the front seat, a typically unattractive SS-DG gentlemen displaying a sick leer, sneeringly informed me that I was lucky I was (my brother's) brother, before the car drove away down the street. Later my brother told me that he was en route to buy some marijuana with these SS-DG's and that one of them, upon seeing me riding ahead of them, had gleefully exclaimed "Let's run that little beaner over!" The driver then floored it, veering towards me. Thinking they were only joking, my brother had remained silent until they were almost upon me, at which time he loudly exclaimed, "Stop! That's my little brother!" So they magnanimously deigned to spare me; noble gentlemen indeed, these SS-DG's. On another scary occasion, as I stood on the corner of my street waiting to cross, a speeding car braked to a complete halt in front of me on busy Olympic Blvd. Two young men inside the car glowered at me; then, in an unmistakably Israeli accent, the passenger yelled out the following warning: "We're going to kill your brother! Because he taught you to hate (D.O.'s)!" As I stood there staring at them, dumbfounded, they continued to glare at me for a few seconds, as if I had gassed their mother or something. Then they finally sped away, allowing traffic to resume. Very curiously, I believe I may have met up with one, or maybe both of these two guys again a year or two later, after I had moved away from Goonie-ville. One day me and my sister were sitting inside one of a number of large greenhouse/warehouses that housed roses of many different colors, situated a few blocks away from our apartment; we had entered through a large hole in the wall to feed and play with a large orange cat who inhabited the structure, whom we had named Morris, after the cat in a 9-Lives cat food commercial. We had left our unlocked bikes right outside and were just sitting there playing with our cat, expecting nothing, when suddenly two young men entered through the hole in the wall, sat down and started to talk to us in Israeli accents. One of them was the spitting image of the man who had accosted me on the corner of my former street. As we all exited the greenhouse through the large gap, Mr. Spitting Image suddenly jumped on my blue Schwinn ten-speed and rode away at top speed. As I stood there staring in disbelief, my sister grabbed his partner by the arm, warning him that his friend had better come back with the bike, or else (my sister was a lioness in her younger years!). After a minute the "Israeli" gentlemen appeared again, pedaling back around the corner with a sheepish grin on his face, and told me he had just been pretending to steal my bike. They then walked breezily away, gibbering in their goonie dialect, leaving us at peace again. Very strange behavior, indeed. But these were only a few of what would probably amount to thousands of incidents of harrassment that my family, and myself in particular, endured from SS-DG's of all colors, shapes and sizes over the decades. As we would invariably find ourselves living and attending schools in desirable westside neighborhoods, which are of course always endowed with a generous amount of D.O.'s, my family and I would continue to suffer at the hands of these wonderful SS-DG's for a long, long time. For much of that time I was almost completely ignorant of who was behind all the abuse, and most of my family still is -- as are most people, unfortunately. But in fact, as a direct consequence of SS-DG kindness, my brother eventually killed himself in a nursing home in his early fifties, after living as a pitiful, drug-addicted recluse for most of his adult life. His long, tortured ordeal had an enormous effect in regards to my own outlook on life; in fact I could truthfully say that this noble SS-DG policy of "maximum retribution" (for the crime of defending yourself) is what largely shaped me into the fine, forgiving, cheefully optimistic, extroverted specimen that I am today. My thanks to all concerned. Well, that's enough background... for the time being. I apologize for the autobiographical nature of the preceding paragraphs, but I feel that it was necessary to illustrate my point. I am not trying to incite anyone to acts of meanness, violence, or other counter-productive actions. I am merely trying to warn some of you saner people out there what to expect in the coming years, should you offend these people (and they are very easily offended) by trying to defend your rights, 
or criticize their clearly insane idea of cultural progress (as
evidenced by some of their more "sane" adult entertainment offerings); especially if our "projected" new President (if the SS-DG's have their way --
and they always do) and his colorfully-chosen, resentful and easily-duped new cabinet
start running things. I believe I can assure you that all of our
lives are going to change drastically, for the worse (actually, this largely
depends on your own level of wealth... and sanity, of course),
as SS-DG's who possess an alarming modicum of ethics and class
continue to grow wealthier, more powerful, and more in control of every aspect
of our lives via implements such as the media, the judiciary, and their
paid-off puppet-politicians. I am most definitely not the only victim of
these strange peoples' ultra-vindictive insanity.
Fair warning. Ok, now let's return to the Survival Guide stuff I promised to give you a while back. HOW I SURVIVED AN SS-DG VENDETTA (And How You Can, Too!) [But before we proceed, just a few...] But before we proceed, just a few more items of interest, if you please. As the madness of the recent presidential election continues to mystify more non-gullible Americans (and the rest of the world too, apparently), it would seem that the above-mentioned "changes" which the SS-DG people promised to bring us are indeed going to actually happen, judging from the blatantly biased news articles which the major media entities continue to relentlessly spew out. Aside from a very occasional pop-up poll asking whether or not you think the media is treating Trump fairly (ha!), I keep on seeing more and more insane diatribes on my cell phone news channels, written by journalists who are clearly emotionally retarded, and who relentlessly spew out one-sided assertions such as: "Trump is a no-good racist asshole who wants you to get Covid-19 and die!" or "Trump is crazy to want to stop those nice peaceful rioters and looters who are only exercising their constitutional right to burn this country to the ground," or "Trump has absolutely no right to question the validity of the ballot-counting process (even though we SS-DG's won't allow anyone to get close enough to watch or even hear our hacks as they count the ballots)", or "Trump is a big baby asshole liar who falsely claims that he won Georgia (a state which hasn't voted democrat since 1992, and which more credible sources say Trump actually did win, before the late, and increasingly uncontested mail-in ballots suddenly started streaming in for Biden), or "Trump keeps filing baseless lawsuits contesting the 628,479 mail-in absentee ballots that were received and processed without review in Pennsylvania... he keeps screaming about how democrats submitted three times more mail-in ballots than republican voters (which is not suspicious at all, noooo...) and how the ballots were counted after the three-day deadline, which Trump falsely says is illegal!" (Note: it is illegal... for now) "And... and... besides all that, Trump is so poor that he can't even raise enough money to fund and follow-through with the hundreds of lawsuits challenging the (blatantly fraudulent) antics of our politicians and vote-counters, the loser! So there, we win! Na, na na nanny goat, tee-hee-hee!" Can you believe some of these retarded SS-DG's? Want to hear more? No? Ok, how about this: "Trump's lawyers couldn't provide good enough evidence that we committed voting fraud by getting our "official" thugsters to stop his big baby vote counters from observing the counting process... so our bought-off (Obama appointed) judges all sneeringly threw his lawsuits out, laughing! Na, na na nanny..." Or how about: "a coalition of state and federal officials (whom we SS-DG's paid off), as well as representatives from companies that manufacture (defective) electronic vote-counting machines (which we SS-DG's bought), all said that this (Covid-19 mail-in-votes-by-non-existent-people) election is 'the most secure contest in American history'! So that's why we won't let anybody watch (our) ballot counters as they re-count millions of (fraudulent) ballots by hand... its because this election is so secure!" Or try this one: "Oh, ha ha ha, Rudy Guiliani just gave a rally at some dive landscaping warehouse named "Four Seasons" instead of the posh, chic, swank, expensive Four Seasons Hotel, and it was right next door to a porn shop, how funny, ha ha ha ha, let's run two thousand news articles about it instead of talking about the illegal voting ballot stuff, ha ha ha, c'mon everybody, let's all laugh now at the count of three! One, two, three... ha ha ha!" Oh, my gaaaaawwwd, what's on next, you SS-DG's? Saturday Night Live? Actually, Amazon and Netflix might be more effective for the Satanists' purposes; consider this report from CNN: "Sasha Baron Cohen, that very excellent and dignified acting phenomenon (you know, bare-assed, mask-wearing Borat and his 15-year old "daughter," yeah?) said Trump was a creep, and wasn't funny, either! So we should all vote against Trump, because Borat (that undisputably sane Oscar-nominated political analyst/influencer) says so!" Or this: "A bunch of far-right fascist bullies got mad and attacked poor Borat as he tried to escape their gun-rights rally, which was funded by Sasha Baron Cohen (Borat himself) so that he could dupe them into singing along with him as he took to the stage disguised as a rock-star singing "let's inject Fauci with Covid-19," so that he could feature them in his fabulous new movie (which Amazon is now streaming, for some shameless reason... money has nothing to do with it, you understand), in order to show the world what insane animals the fascists really are! But don't worry, because Borat is so smart (and so sane?) that he had the foresight to wear a bullet-proof vest underneath his costume! But still, he almost got beat up --so you should all vote to take away everybody's guns! 
So guys like Sasha Borat Cohen won't get hurt while they're brainwashing your children
to vote for SS-DG-backed saviors like "our man Biden," while simultaneously teaching them to worship the
U.S. media's "experts" who assure them that wearing masks and skipping school for the rest of their lives
will make all this Covid-19 madness go away. NO, no no, we're not trying
to turn them into media-addicted lunatics, not at all! So hooray, let's hear it for Borat!"
You have to admit though, the antics of these SS-DG's would be pretty damn funny to watch... if they weren't so scary. And like I've said many times before, they just never seem to stop, do they? I mean, the blatant media insanity just goes on and on and on and on... until we all just give up and go away to get drunk, or stoned, or think about something else, right? Like how we're going to pay the rent? Could it be that's what they want us to do, just give up? And if we don't just give up, what the hell are we supposed to do to stop them? After all, the SS-DG's don't ever take over countries by using actual military force; they do it by utilizing their time-tested methods of deception (Mossad motto: by deception shall we wage war), or of attrition (the act of weakening or exhausting by constant harassment, abuse, or attack), or else just blatant bribery and/or coercion, right? And hey, if you totally control the media outlets, why not use them to take over a country? It's only fair, since you bought and paid for them! Take "The Guardian.com" for instance, a news outlet which not only thoroughly lambasted all Trumpies in a recent Friday the 13th article written by "Staff and Agencies" (??) but also, while justifying the murder of the widow of Osama Bin Laden's son in the same article, referred to a certain "Bin Laden, who orchestrated the September 11th attacks on the United States..." (!!) Alright, Guardian.com! How's that for journalistic integrity, folks? No wonder they said it was written by "Staff" instead of putting the reporter's name! As you should all be able to clearly see by now, we can really trust media outlets like The Guardian to bring us the truth about the election results, can't we? (NOTE: If you are one of the poor clueless souls who still believe that it was Osama Bin Laden that somehow managed to totally disintegrate three World Trade Center towers, using only two airplanes, while he was taking refuge from Israeli-controlled assassins in a cave in Afghanistan, you probably shouldn't be reading this webpage; its clearly out of your league. Go read CNN.com, or the Atlantic... or maybe The Guardian, that extremely credible and trustworthy news source, instead. ANOTHER NOTE: To get a truer perspective on the events of September 11th, click the "Film Review Page" link on the index page of this website.) But really, what would it matter if the SS-DG's actually did let the news outlets tell the truth? I mean, what good would that do us either, since we have either given them or let them steal so much of our money that they can bribe or coerce any president, politician, general, judge, journalist, media outlet, "expert" scientist, celebrity, mobster, assassin, marionette, parrot, dog, cat, or (probably even) unborn fetus to spew out and back up their incredible lies? I mean, why don't they just simply come right out on nationwide media and broadcast something like: "Hey you suckers, we're robbing you, killing you, brainwashing and corrupting your children, and trying to drive you all crazy, and there's nothing any of you can possibly do about it because we own everything and everybody, and you just keep on paying us interest on the "debt" that you don't really owe us, ha ha ha!" Well, am I right, or wrong? I tell ya', these ever-loving Satanists just absolutely slay me, dude. Ok, we're going to try again with the survival guide I was talking about earlier. Here it is... (And How You Can, Too!) (Coming right up, after I give you a little more food...) Like I promised, the Survival Guide is coming right up... after I give you a little more food for thought, words of a more metaphysical nature. Don't shoot me yet! I'm doing this for your own good. Now, the way I see it, the only way people would ever stop bending to the Satanists' will (whether willingly or not), and screwing life up for everybody, is if old God himself came down from his heaven, showed himself in some way, and said something like: "Hey all you jokers, I really do exist, there really is a Heaven and a Hell, and a possibility for redemption, or else surrender of your souls to Satan, and I'm gonna' prove it... now, see that mountain over there? Well, watch this... BOOOM! See? No more mountain. Now do you dumb sinners believe me?" Ha ha! Now if something like that were to happen, it would probably make everybody want to, um, modify their behavior pretty fast, wouldn't it? However, this is probably not going to happen. And I have come to believe that the reason this will never happen is that there really does exist a divine, benevolent but punitive Creator, whose mysterious ways not even the smartest of us can ever hope to understand, who can do things that none of us can even conceive of, and who is testing the merits of everybody's soul to see if they qualify for graduation to a higher plane, a better, less problematic physical world perhaps (if you don't like the apocalyptic idea of the cosmos being wiped out when the Messiah comes to take non-sinners like Charles up to Heaven). Or, for those of you who completely blow the "test," perhaps God will abandon you completely to some unbelievably, insanely, sadistically cruel monster/dictator Satan thing, if you can conceive of such a thing -- I sure as hell can! This metaphysical explanation may sound too simplistic to many of you more cynical types out there -- but actually, if you have a mind that ponders creation, and can handle abstract concepts, you might start to consider that there is nothing that rules out such a possibility; no scientist or creationist-denying messiah from 
Scientific American (ha!) or SciTech Daily.com or whatever.com can guarantee you that this is not so,
on the grounds that they just "know it all," because nobody "knows it all."
Not even Charles! (There, I finally came out and admitted it.) If you consider
the political implications involved, and the ferocity with which the new scientific genius/geeks
deny theories such as intelligent design, and the fact that they all suddenly started getting
political and making endorsements for presidents (Biden, of course) after 175 years of
staying impartial and resisting being bought off by politically-motivated Satanist financiers
(who have a hell of a lot to lose if people start thinking in terms of God vs. Satan), and
whose myopic bullshit arguments can be easily refuted and defeated by more credible scientists
who possess a larger, ahem, scope than these divine authorities, then maybe you'll take
these incredibly egotistical fakirs with a large grain of salt, as I do. Nobody
can state with certainty how the Universe was created, where it ends, and what existed before
the Big Bang, if that is indeed what started everything. I tell you, some of these pompous,
conceited asses are funny, man.
If my theory really is tenable, then it may be that these Satanists are unknowingly (or perhaps even knowingly) engaged in a pitiful dance of damnation, which the rest of us should definitely not allow ourselves to be drawn into. If my theory is wrong, however, that doesn't mean we shouldn't still try our hardest to stop their satanic conquest, for the sake of the planet, our descendants, and our own concepts of self-respect. But first you have to find out just who the satanists actually are, just what they really want, just what they are actually doing... and then decide whose side you are actually on. And since these jerks are so damn good at insinuating themselves among us, confusing the issues and getting us to argue and fight amongst ourselves, that ideological decision may take some deliberation on your part; I know it did on mine. C'est la vie, such is life! Wow, this narrative is getting kind of intense, abstruse, and is starting to ramble on a bit, isn't it? And since Charles has very considerately explained just why that big "God" dude is probably not going to intercede in this blatant, planet-wide satanic conquest, I guess its up to the saner and more intelligent christian soldiers amongst us to soldier on without His assistance, since He seems to have left us to our own devices. So, let's get right back on track here, again! Ok, here's... (And How You Can, Too!) (Actually, man, I'm getting a little bit tired...) Actually, man, I'm getting a little bit tired of sitting here typing, just tap tap tapping away all day and night long, you know? Maybe I'm going to get up and take a little break now, and let my swirling thoughts congeal just a bit. That's a good idea, Charles! You know what they say, all work and no play make Charles a dull boy... and it must never be said that Charles is a dullard. So I guess its au revoir for now, dear readers... but don't worry, the next installment of this webpage, containing many more items of interest and insight (and eventually a guide for surviving and maybe even preventing the apocalypse) will be coming right up in a day or two. Like I said at the top up there, this is going to be one of those frequently updated blogs! But Charles, what about the free song you promised? Oh, that... hey, if I give it to you right now, you may not come back to read the next installment... and you really should, as it will cover many subjects that are going to affect you profoundly in the very near future. So, to repeat what I said at the top of this webpage: "hold your horses, and quit rushing me!" Just keep on checking for new installments, and reading 'em! I'll pay you later. Thanks for taking the time to read this, if you did. (I know that some of you just scroll down to the bottom to get the free song... ha ha, burned you this time!) As always, its just great to be able to vent your indignant hot air on your very own website... everybody should get one! Actually, I think everybody has one now... that's great, folks! SPEAK YOUR MINDS! O.k., Bye for now! Click here to go back to Index Text Copyright November 2020 by Charles Adrian Trevino. Song ________________ Copyright __________________ by Charles Adrian Trevino. Should anyone every doubt that Charles knows everything about anything, go start your own website and refute him, see how far you get. Thanks for coming... this is chucktrevino.com. |
