Have you met the divine Mme. Sosostrus yet? She’s preposterous, and yet…..such fun. She’s quite the character, and seems unable to pronounce, let alone spell, her own name. Still, she has all this weird knowledge, she claims, from these Kookistani people that nobody else seems to have heard of. She’s pretty vague about their whereabouts, but Mme. Slives half way up a local mountain, with a troop of Capuchin monkeys for company, and only ventures abroad down the town, on Alice the bike, when out ofUisce Beatha, apparently, or when there’s a chance of some silver crossing her palm. Oh, there’s a piano half way up there, too, which, by her own account,they gather ’roundin the evenings, to knock out a tune or two on.
We’ve heard her singing, unfortunately, at a recent seance we had. As a writer, I seek out these Kooks, to help me cook up new books, and Mme. S was quite the hoot, as she literally threw herself into finding the ghost myself and Mr. Poxley-Warner dreamed up. With all this free entertainment, and barely containable mirth, we almost forgot teeny Foxley Poxley’s wailing for the evening. The only dark spot on the ectoplasmic spectacles was the fact that that Donna Emerald beat me to making art out of the pig’s ear that Sosostrus made of the performance, by publishing a play of her own. The pigeon post must have been intercepted, or some malicious spirit put the evening’s entertainment gossip about via secret twitching curtain coded signals, or teatime tattling, down the local cafe. Still, there’s a book and several dramatic paintings in it still, I suspect. Plenty of time for clearing up the mouse remains from the cooker, too. One can’t rush art, and she’s such an inspiration.
Some of my readers will remember Truth Convoy. She isn’t easy to forget, as she’s the lady that haunts YouTube’s dankest corridors, looking for folks to spook. These days, she seems to be the only one spooked, as she awaits a knock at the door of her Interior Castle, and rather like the drunken porter in Macbeth, the final knock may come when she’s sleeping, as it did, one afternoon recently.
The original livestream “Knock at the Door”, with a second of the same name up now, after the first being set to private, was a doozy, and 30 people got to hear the Halloween tale she told the Elderlemon Care person that called to her door to investigate claims of moldy walls and cockroaches, within the dark castle’s interior. In fact, we got a glimpse of one of the wee beasties, scampering up the wall, in alarum, when the stream went live suddenly.
The dead awoke from their drunken slumbers, and the rusty door hinges squeaked (well, not really, but I’m keeping to the spooky Halloween theme here), and the invader was held off from entering, ’till another day, with this tall tale (and, according to Truth Convoy, afterwards, a request for a warrant), before shuffling back inside, to get dressed, and set the stream on Private. I’ve summed up the wonderfully entertaining Halloween horror story told by Denise, here, in an abridged version, since it’s gone now, and you mightn’t have been able to follow it well, in the first place. What’s really scary is that I can follow her fancy horror stories at all, but she’s been telling the same story, with new actors, regularly. The plot features gay jewish nazis, forced abortions, and murder. Classic Halloween horror. Denise never disappoints, with her imagination.
If you are a glutton for horror, you may wish to hear the unabridged version, which is quite an old story, retold with embellishments, from a 2010 forum post, that she came across again recently, and still stands by. We learn about the secret “forced” abortion she insists the gay nazi cult carried out, for their evil pineal gland harvesting purposes, and her own simultaneous pregnancy, which may well have yielded two extra pineal glands for sale for the cult, for all I know, since Denise didn’t specify whether the con-joined twins were joined at the head, or elsewhere. Denise, of course, used to be in a kidney donation cult herself, so she’d be an expert on all the gay nazi cults’ shady shenanigans. Here’s the rambling tale, told by the cult lady herself. She’s not mad, she points out, although she’s a habit of calling anyone who questions her stories mad, telling us again what we heard her tell the visitor at the door, that she did have a stay in an asylum, all expenses paid, curtesy of her family, once, after a “nervous breakdown“. I wonder did they have internet there, to help relax her (ahem)? This is not fit viewing for the childer, and there is some doubt that Denise’s daughter actually lived with her after her tender years, as Denise was only married for five years, and was displaying paranoia that the daughter’s teachers were out to kill the daughter, even while she was a very young child……..so yez will have to click on the image, to be transported into the mind of the spooky Ms. Matteau, for the full horror, in this tragi-comedy of horrors.
I’ve added a nice picture of Denise’s daughter’s besom (witches broomstick) on the left there, because, apart from the cockroaches and mold, her kitchen sink didn’t look spooky enough for Halloween, I thought, although she threw pretty much everything but the kitchen sink, into her story, pulling out all the stops, to get the verbal boot in, on her imaginary enemies, from down all the years, and all the dead ends of her dank and murky maze of memories ( I know – Shakespeare, I ain’t, but I sure give Proust a run for his money, with the length of my sentences, wha’?). Sadly, neither the broom nor the daughter exist any more, with the daughter having killed herself (not been murdered by the gay nazi cult, surprise, surprise, as Denise claims), and the broom literally gone up in a puff of smoke, as this photo was taken at a consecration ceremony by her pals in the coven, and published on her memorial page. It’s now taken down, probably Privated because of Denise inadvertently drawing attention to its existence , while pushing the murder story, and trying to hide the fact that it contained a suicide letter, and other letters distributing her items from her Wiccan altar to her pals. That didn’t fit in with Denise’s Christian lady image she was pushing on her channel at the time, nor her murder plot, but in a stroke of audacity she claimed the grave (which, I discovered from the memorial page, featured a slab with a pentagram on it, as well as a curved indentation from being run over by a lawnmower) had been desecrated by Satanists, and casts another friend she calls David Coagn (no such surname exists, in the real world, that I can find) as a jewish gay nazi murderer she owed money to, at the time of her “murder”. Riiiiight.
In a stoke of crazy genius, and that chutzpah she’s so well known to display so frequently when under pressure from murderous gangs, bent on taking down ordinary decent American families, she tried to put the imaginary dagger in my hand, and say I’d blood on my hands for the murder, abortion(s) and broom stick carrying, instead of taking ownership of the entire plot as her own work of theatrical tragedy, using items from her daughter’s and her own biographies as the raw ingredients, and her own persecutory fantasies to add some extra gore. Her Halloween fake dagger points at a lot of people, as she plays Pass the Pumpkin with it, going way way back in time, in her imaginative story, to link many entirely unconnected characters, accusing them all of murder, and it makes for a hilarious bit of theatrics, on her channel, as she plays the victim, constantly, while attacking others, then uses her own daughter’s dead body as a shield, to protect her against criticism. Reality, though, sometimes comes knocking at your door, reminding you that the outside world can intrude on your delusions, and plots.
Let’s hope Truth Convoy has some more convincing tales to tell, if she hears knocking at the Gate again, and has to run to hit the “Go Live” button on this livestream, up for a few days now, just waiting, because she points out that if she’s not quick about getting the bathrobe on this time, they might “crash the door in”. Perhaps she’s just being dramatic, in the spirit of Halloween, or perhaps we’ll get another exciting chapter in her Halloween story, yet. If not, the stream might stay up, as she says she finds it handy, as she’s too poor (oh, the poor ting!) to afford a high tech security system for her paper thin and funkily filthy front door. She would buy one if she had the money, she points out, in a subsequent livestream, looking meaningfully into the camara at us, in her best helpless, harmless, cookie baking elderlemon role. Perhaps she’ll flog some of her home-made stage jewelry, instead of having to beg for it, as Truth Convoy’s Wednesday nights are sales nights, online, but I’m not convinced the potential clients might like the look of the brown stones in those earrings, if they start to move, on delivery. Oh, the horror.
Denise, three days on from the first “Knock on The Door” livestream, is out of the bathrobe, and in her best moo-moo and chakra-calming stage jewelry, and up at all hours of the night (though, like many a keen thespian, not so keen on mornings), as she seems to think she may have visitors at any moment, and wouldn’t want to leave them waiting for more than a moment. We in the audience wait with bated breath, too, in anticipation of the plot getting even more convoluted, and impossible to follow, with the introduction of more characters.
The dramatic tension is building nicely, on the darkened stage. Will it be a cliffhanger, like this longest-ever up YouTube livestream, or will the story move along further?
Already, she’s adding new touches, with me being added to the gay nazi cult as a regular paycheck receiving employee, mentioned in an im-por-an’ court case, which sadly, or perhaps happily, like the rest of her “proofs”, she doesn’t produce for us, but leaves to our own imaginations, clearly thinking they are as fertile as her own. I wonder am I supposed to be on the pineal gland shipping end of things, or installing bugs, or what? I’m slightly more unsettled, ‘tho, by the discussion of my Irish troll underwurs, by Denise, on her subsequent video, than these puzzling details, because of the gay end of the cult, and Denise’s recent big girl crush on little ol’ me. I doubt I even have a suitable gay nazi costume to throw on, for that Halloween party, if she invites me. Perhaps the gay nazis are a bit of a psychological projection, when the truth is too horrible to imagine ( am I the Alice B. Toklas to her Gertrude Stein, in her mind, with all that claiming to be “channeling” me, and all that wondering about whether I was getting my underthings bunched? Yikes!). No wonder I wear trousers, and not skirts, when out and about, as these gay nazis are circling everywhere in the ether, trying to get their hands on your body parts, particularly at Halloween, it seems (is paranoia catching, do you reckon?), and they sound a fright. Happy Halloween, dear reader. Enjoy the tricks and treats.
I was in the mood for a movie matinee, it bein’ Friday and all. I’d had a monstrous week, and needed a good laugh to restore me, so this animated favourite came to mind immediately. Full of tips with how to deal with the monsters we all have to face, and even make friends with some of them. Lots of helpful tips on what to do when a monster screams in your face, or a chameleon suddenly reveals his true colours for you to see (they are rather grey underneath all the flashy costumes they wear to blend in, apparently). If you are plagued with monster visits, and all else fails, bear in mind that they are far more scared of you than you should ever be of them; to rid yourself permanently of them, carry out the 2319 manoeuvre. This move is a monster’s worst nightmare come true, and guarantees that they’ll run back to the closet they emerged from. You have to keep your socks on in bed for this one, but I think you’ll agree, it’s a small price to pay!
Click on image to play Monsters, Inc. movie, or click on highlighted text below image. Hint: It’s a free movie site, so you’ll have to be as quick to shut down the ad windows that open before the movie will play, as you would be to slam your closet door on Rotten Randall here.
This reblog of the week explores the FnordicCulture of the Discordian Tribe of Eris. My own recent digging around has unearthed a few old but new gems, including this scroll of wisdom, shown below, describing how the Aani myths relate to the chaotic origins of Discordia, and the legends of Eris, the Goddess of strife and thingimy-bobs of a messy nature, described first by the fed-up philosopher Richard Dawkins, which blossomed into the later memes of the post-post-classical meltdown period. Confused? Good. You are starting to get the fnord of the thing. Read on, for further illumination.
Discordian YouTube Connections? I’ve often suspected there’s a large area of cross-over, but never been able to definitively prove anything. And just look at the bother one can get into, speculating on things without proof. Defango recommends Tarl Warwick‘s (Styx hexenhammer666′s) book on Occult Memetics on a recent video. Interestingly, Tarl Warwick is also the editor of this little tome. He must be a busy guy, as he is also running for the position of Governer of Vermont this year. How fnordy is that. If you are worried about demon infestation issues from reading the Grimoire, you could stick to the Discordian version, which you probably won’t catch demons off, unless you consider a fit of the giggles evil.
Sigh. I’ll probably never get to the bottom of the entanglements of ideas that criss-cross through meme culture. Meanwhile……..
Sometimes the truth must be hammered home, and when one is part of the Truth Community on YouTube, there are a variety of approaches. Being a content creator myself, with a fairly new channel up, I have to think carefully about how I can get the truth out there to my viewers. While thinking about the best way to do this, I formulated a plan which, I think you will agree, is both simple and brilliant. The following livestream informs my viewers of what direction I intend to take on my channel.
I just got a new job, which I am pretty excited about. For some strange reason I couldn’t get along with anyone in the last post, and the job before that too. They wouldn’t even give me a reference, but I told my new boss I was disabled, and they would be discriminating against someone with a learning disability, Tourette’s Syndrome, and a mixed black heritage, and they gave me the job, ‘cos I threatened to sue. It would be a cushy number, if it weren’t for the people I have to meet. God, how I hate people. All my experiences with them are very odd indeed. What’s their bloody issue? Now f$ck off, and stop bothering me. Can’t you see I’m on my break?
Hey groovy guys and gals. It’s Sunday night and I feel like getting ma groove on. Sunday’s a day for chilling out and gettin’ the good vibes goin’, and after doing some Tai Chi with a friend in the morning, and taking a nice stroll in the woods in the afternoon……..
I curled up with a good book, and guess what, I fell asleep, as so often happens on a Sunday, when one has had such a busy week. I love nodding off with a book in my hand.
I was in such a good mood when I woke up that I thought a little dance around the living room was in order after dinner. I came across this great tutorial, and I thought I’d share it with you here. So kick off your shoes, and let’s see how MC Hammer does it, then we’ll try it ourselves. Funky, funky.
You got it, baby. You is busting out those moves now, and tearing up that dance floor. You are ready to earn your place with the all time greats of Soul Train. Get up! Look out for Chaka khan in this top 10.
Denise the Menace is at it again (see tonight’s livestreamed video at the bottom of this post). She got a couple of strikes on her YouTube Denise Matteau channel. If you don’t know Denise, and she seems to have come to a lot of people’s attention of late, for all the wrong reasons, you can read about her on an earlier post here. She’s quite the character lately. And she likes to stay relevant to everything that’s happening in the ‘Truther Community’ by keeping up with the local gossip and scandal on all the other channels in her corner of YouTube. Her take on events and other people’s opinions alienates some, enrages others. I find myself constantly among the alienated, since she blocks me so frequently, and I find myself thinking ‘Was it something I said?’ This time, it clearly was. A one-liner in her livestream chat was all it took to get myself unceremoniously chucked out on my ear. Thumbs down from me for that one, Denise.
Thing is, Denise doesn’t invite differences of opinion. Outside of ‘you are so right’ type of remarks, she gets quite nervous and defensive. She hands out wrenches to the five or six trusted minions who turn up in chat, and these ‘wenches with wrenches’ are on a constant look-out for anyone new to arrive so that they can chuck them out as quickly as possible, and keep the lovely Denise all to themselves. There is a mad scramble to name that troll, and as soon as a wrench has decided, for no apparent reason that someone is a troll, out they go. What a weird way to run a channel, but it makes sense when you read a little of Denise’s history, which is full of paranoia about stalkers and trolls everywhere. The truth is, she is training her own little troll crew. Thankfully there are so few of them that they can’t do too much harm; most in that corner of YouTube know how crazy her little ‘Family’ are, and tolerate them by ignoring them. Way to go to kill your channel, Denise.
Here’s the latest ejection from the chatroom. It all started out so friendly, too. After my comment shown in bold I got blocked for being a troll. Skavop got turfed out moments later for questioning the ejection. That’s pretty much how Denise’s system works, wrenches everywhere, questions never.
Charming people, aren’t they? Obsessed with trolls everywhere, keen to badmouth and ban people for no reason, not accessible to logic or truth-telling in any shape or form. Denise went over to ‘Lift The Veil’s Livestream‘ in the middle of her own streaming, and got herself so annoyed she ended up in a big shouting fit. The wrench crew got more upset too, and the vibe got nastier all round. And these are all Christians!
I don’t imagine Denise’s channel will survive much longer, though she might manage to flog a couple more quilts and flowerpots, I suppose. Jerome Corsi seems to be her latest target among the other YouTube channels, and as you can see from her remarks in the video, not to mention her previous history, her obsessions often end up with the object of her attentions feeling sorry they ever met her. Lucky for me, I can just consider her entertainment. Imagine if you had to bump up against someone like this at work, or have a YouTube channel she is interested in. It always ends badly, but is pretty entertaining, if frustrating at times for the people she tries to shut up. You better watch the video quickly, because she usually pulls them down more often than an elderly woman needs to use the loo at night. Her chat on the stream is immortalized here, because she pulls the chat down, for reasons that should be clear from reading the above, straight after the stream goes off. She may also change video settings, so if videos don’t play on this page, click on video to get option to view it in YouTube.
If you want to know what happens to Denise’s rejects, we end up in the purgatory of our own channels, comparing notes about the rotten way we’ve been treated, some still in shock after realizing they are not in with the in crowd any more. It’s quite a wrench when you realize you’ll never get to be one of her trusted ‘flying monkeys’. See the comments on Denise’s ex-subscribers that were booted out herehttps://youtu.be/zGF3qBz08P8and herehttps://youtu.be/lG4XNbrT1jY and here https://youtu.be/zZ9jcBte2W0,
Postscript: One hour after her livestream, the threats of legal action started. One day later the video was removed by her, but I kept the transcript over here, if you want to take a looky-look.
New videos are going up and down two days later (3rd April) faster than a Victoria secrets model’s undies at a catwalk show. I presume the two shown below in the photo of my ‘phone’s notifications were issuing more instructions to the ‘Family’, but I don’t know, because she pulled both videos down immediately after livestreaming ended. She is keen to have her circle of wrenches write to her via snail mail too; perhaps there is less of a trail left of her activities for others to record? Of course some of the traces of her activities across the internet remain. Like her 2016 trolling of someone in an abuse survivors group.
The flying monkeys are willing to help the campaign too, it seems:
Denise is issuing orders to her flying monkeys via her comment section, and doing a little light stalking while she’s about it:
Whew. Like I said, charming little ‘Family’ she’s got there. Glad I’m not related, aren’t you? Feel free to leave comments; the button is at the top of the post. You won’t be chucked out, or blocked. Free speech is an actual thing in some places, you know.
Postscript: Looks like some folks did want to comment. They were unable to find the comment button here, unfortunately, so they made their comments elsewhere. I thought I’d help them out here.
A short filmed clip from one of Denise’s removed videos, posted on my own YouTube channel on April 20th, garnered more trolling aimed at a commenter, from the always charming Neon, who, it turns out, is an Anonymous member, which may come as a surprise to Denise, who is not keen on left-wing groups.
Not sure where Denise stands on death threats, but this sure sound like one to me.
Wasn’t long before Neon had something else to say. Seems the worm turned, as they say, as this May 7th comment shows, when Denise decided that Neon was perhaps more of a liability than an asset.
A couple of hours later, Neon was back in the comments section, this time as Anonymous Neon Flux, with an apology for her earlier remarks. Clearly, things were turning all over the place (I had to edit this post several times already today, so I’m sure there’s a bit of the Mandela Effect going on in some people’s minds).
2 hours later, Neon was back in Denise’s livestream broadcast, This time as ‘Candy Kisses’ along with hubby, scotty A, and they wanted their money back for orchid planters they had bought. Unhappy customers it seems. The planters looked so nice too.
Denise’s post- match analysis, broadcast about an hour after the incident .