MIRI AF & The VULTURE INITIATIVE: pt 4

The 1st Miri AF & Dinglepole interview considered as a downhill toboggan race.

LOOKING OUT - FOR WHAT IS WITHIN

It was all such a shoddy affair, so unlike the memorable allegorical psychological science of Mythologies & cautionary FOLK TALES, both now disappearing from our media saturated lives, replaced with contrary cartoons.

The Media of our youth featured potent personalities in its entertainments or distractions. Icons who were Heroic,or at least inspiring Individuals however idiosyncratic (the catalysts to better lives & views), but now they have become replaced with incestuous, nepotist-narcissists enslaved to ego-gratification. This is typically done with sanctimonious pulpit pontifications- to feed the ceaseless fear factory & its ubiquitous misery machinery. They are truly employed & enslaved to the horror, while the public can simply switch off if they wish.

These ministers of morbidity will relentlessly pick away at every injustice & imposition to their brittle sense of entitlement, & even more brittle morality, or so it appears. But more so, I think it is OVER WHAT THEY IMAGINE THE PUBLIC ARE OUTRAGED ABOUT... & what they WANT THEM to be outraged about.

What tiresome wannabe saviours without salvation they are, do I need to mention examples?

It is quicker to mention definite exceptions= & I can think of none at the moment.

Still, they are eager to be 'meat for the grinder' while encouraging the public to be 'fodder for the mill'.

It amaze me how the elders of the community have been diminished & now seen as a handicap. The reverence for elders & ancestors is common to the strongest communities.

Those considered 'comrades' , 'companeros', or 'companions' in the past, with crafts, skill & heart, building the foundations of civilised & EQUITABLE lives have been subject to years of corruptions & consolidation until transmogrified into these MEDIA PLATFORMED facilitators & contestants we have before us = Baby faced brats in hats, decomposing pseudo Christian ghouls; terminally phuked up & balding loud mouth fatties; scrawny clothes pegs for rotting fashions, & hypocrite hysterics

...how long can they keep the public involved in such vain spectacles, or is almost their entire audience derived from among themselves anyway?

THE STARTING GATE

The track is wide with several lanes but the contestants prefer to bunch up almost on top of each other. There are too many to count, however notable faces include -

a scowling David Ikea clad all over in his turquoise Haybailer with silver trim.

The UK Column team are all squeezed into one lob sided vessel; some Army Surplus Special used on the test ranges. Diplomats daughter Vanessa Beaky wields a whip that she occasionally snaps to & fro, while playfully treating her colleagues like pack dogs. Meanwhile a very stern Divid Scott & Patrick Henchicken cover their rear in 2^nd hand vessels that both look almost worn out from misuse.

Russel B.Rand in his Buzz Wagon can only be recognised by his teeth, & fact that he has numerous indiscreet cameras attached to his sleigh that are all aimed at him;

James Coblett is squeezed into his Creepy Coupe toboggan shared with the other James Pilato wobbling his head about like the toy dogs seen on car dashboards, JPilato is doing a DJ set, switching between radio stations, interrupting the tunes with self referential asides that last longer than the songs.

Even Richard Damian Hall in his self made Chugga-Bug, has turned out from semi-retirement as Britians evilest man, with John Major replicant Andrew Johnstone, as co-pilot & added hip thrusting, both wear blue fleeces while Hall also wears his school tie.

Whittney Webb has a craft all to herself in bright pink like Penelope Pitstops but while Ms Pitstop looked very much like Daphne from Scooby Doo, Whitney instead looks more like the sultry Thelma; however to rectify this also racing is smiley Sam Bailey, who does look like Penelope Pitstop. Sam is sharing her sledge with Bart Simpson look-a-like Mark her husband, & stowaway 'Scooby Doo at night look-a -like' Steve Falconer... amazingly, in daylight he also looks like Shaggy, but even then he still sings like Scooby Doo does.

Tucked in among them is Iaini Davis in his Boulder Mobile, only recognisable for the tiny puffs of vape smoke he emits at regular intervals. Derek Bose is also almost invisible but can be heard angrily rapping along to old hip hop beats. No one is sure if Ryan Christian has turned up as he is too miniscule to see without magnifying equipment or special effects technology, this is partly because his dark clothing has the ability to absorb all wavelengths of light. Germ from Jerm Warfare is also not noticeable but for very different reasons it transpires.

The contestants line up in their tiny racing craft, wrapped up like happy 'missile maggots' shrouded in weatherproof clothing & fibreglass armour. They are all combative & ambitious, most without any genuine talent or integrity to distracted them in their pursuit of popularity, yet the result doesn't really matter- in effect they all have the same sponsor.

Today they are performing mostly for their own amusements, but still they also make competition & artificial antagonism a dynamo for their theatre of distraction among bystanders. It keeps them busy, & helps maintain a demoralised state for anyone who is curious of their activities.

I must mention that when considering their 'output' it is most important to note how the 'post deluge psychopathology of sadomasochism' (complex relationships between 'roles' & desires) has to be ignored by them at all cost among the conflicts they promote. Only the fear component needs to be exploited, while desire is diverted into shopping & day dreams.

Yet, here they are inside phallic pods preparing to speed down fir-tree lined slopes with only the weight & thrust of buttocks & hips to channel their eager manoeuvres in any way...

...Surprisingly this years new-comer ,& crow-clad new hope- Miri AF has taken advantage of loopholes in the vague rules, & she has modified her toboggan with a series of perplexing gears & levers that it is hard to discern any practicable use for.

What these gears & interfaces were designed to do becomes more apparent during the race, & before the starting gun is even fired Miri flicks some concealed switch, or twirls a knob in her cockpit (it is impossible for us to see what her occluded, minute hands are actually doing so this is my artistic licence & speculation) & from the rear of her craft a little flag pops up with a ping & trembles in the still air. The crowd, which is mostly family of the contestants, & the usual congregation, let out a restrained cheer. There is also some clapping, but as everyone is wearing big cloves it remains inaudible.

A few forced & uninvolved voices chime '''MIRI ! '', this is possibly in case she forgets her name again & begin to imagine she is Naomi Wolf or Naomi Kline. I slightly blush when the friend I brought along with me joins the cheers aimed at her with ;' ride like the devil ass fecker!'', luckily no-one heard this indiscretion, & I give them some money to go off & buy a pint of Guinness: with the promise they keep their mouth shut for a few minutes. The queue for refreshments is quite long so I pray they will be away for some time.

Looking closer I see there is Abby Roberts who is still spelling her name wrong, with FAB ABS sloppily airbrushed onto the side of her housing : she is feeling left out as usual. Her bedraggled assistant is busy focusing spotlights on her shiny face, it is taking several lights to cover her entire visage.

Abby scowls in the lane next to MIRI, the deep creases of worry in her forehead pulse like an extra eager vagina, while her helmet shines like the dome of a hungry metallic insect, surrounded by the wire-wool- clown halo of her rapidly diminishing hairline... this almost alien image of her resentment & envy adds a diabolically Biblical air to proceedings, invoking a tangible gloom that infests the atmosphere with foreboding... it is not helped by the miserable features of Tania Shedwards; another self proclaimed comedian who is also a manic depressive bore on the verge of a seasonal breakdown, but at least she can be funny under a spotlight, & even more so when she is out of her Petit-bourgeois sterile home that was built over a gateway to hell.

….the starting pistol is raised... the NU-GURU- Wacky Racers grit their teeth, & squeeze their cold buttocks with anal rage & anticipation...

Tension breaks when an old-fashioned authoritative shouty posh voice squawks something unintelligible, & the gun is discharged towards the infinitude of fire & ice above them=

& they are off!

THE FIRST STRAIGHT ON CROOKED GROUND

Ambling along like a scalectrix car tucked into its track is James Mark Court Dingleberry, sinking rat journo looking for a raft, & today finding himself in a toboggan instead. What a haunted soul he is. His middle-names are synonymous with deceits, while his first name should be pronounced JANUS, although you can also drop the 'J'.

Because of Multiple Personality Disorder compartmentalisation of awareness used on most prominent 'players & pieces', James can deny his other-selves vile transgressions & take a moral high-ground. Some have speculated there are hidden magnets under the course tracks & these aid the trajectory of the vessel he is in. If the magnets are active JMCD has nothing to worry about...

Meanwhile in Antarctica—- strange magnetic abnormalities were occurring that indicate a pole reversal or similar dramatic event may be immanent.

JMC Dinglebutt looks over to Miri coyly. Although he looks dishevel this appearance actually takes great vain effort for him & his pets to achieve. It is a style trick he learned off Boris Johnson, another Turkish aristocrat who is addicted to wife swapping & sodomy ? James flutters his groomed eye lashes like a shy schoolgirl, then he gushes in a tactical, pleading child-liking voice.; ''I love you'', ‘‘I think you have the best substack channel ever’'.

Miri AF blushes & sticks her top row of teeth out for him to marvel at- he is a well known lover of little ponies & always has a spare carrot in his trouser pockets. ,Maybe his love for horses will prove similar with the fate of Queen Alexandria, or Pasiphaë the Queen of Crete, & wife of gold cursed Minos (*¹). If he has to retire fast do not be surprised if that is the route he takes!

They discus where she gets her stupid MIRI AF name from, it means AS FUCK they titter. How feeble they must be to be so childishly anal & think it is cool to be called ASS FUCKED, of course it is actually an IN JOKE among sodomites. No wonder the aristocracy will have nothing to do with either of them directly, & use them as basically toilet assistants, to muck out the stables & mop & polish the basement floors.

He persists; '' you remind me of myself, wearing a silly hat & lipstick''. He thinks the later part of that comment but does not utter it for obvious reasons. Miri beams & wriggles about a bit in cosy affection, she has seen pictures of JMCDinglepole wearing silly hats & lipstick, so knows what he is meaning without it being said.

Her normally dour & moody face lights up & she gushes ; 'I love you too, ever since I read your thinly veiled autobiography, when I was 17.''

It is then, only seconds into the race, that the first disaster occurs.

JMC Dinglepod is proven to have psychotic schisms & he will JUST SWITCH when given the wrong trigger. We see it in most of his interviews, such as when he will forget where he is & start tediously talking about his broken boiler, or when he gets uppity with golem clone BEN RUBIN for being pro Turkish Muffia, or overbearing with simplistic anti-racist virtue waffle.

Here he gets triggered about ‘when his book came out’ & he makes the interview instantly morose. He could just casually move on, but is instead bogged down in the quagmire of his own self importance. He is chuntering on about’ the thinly veiled autobiography being a genuine thinly veiled autobiography’ which is even more moronic than the rubbish title of his book, as it now even more obviously not veiled, except for the fact he is a compulsive liar & fantasist.

Miris little cart wobbles about, maybe she should not have happily wriggled with flirtations only seconds ago, she realises the trigger has switched in JMC Ditherpole & her alarm is noticeable in the scarred face she makes, her cheeks exploding with embarrassment ...

Scarred face of Miri as Delingpole gets triggered & does mudra of regression.

…this was meant to be a glide for her, but already she needs to concentrate, trying to get back on a stable track. It is not going well & she could topple at any moment, especially if she is not sure of her vector before the first corner! She releases secret compartment for stabilisation while busy talking to hide the sound of her gears & cogs;

''It was 20 years ago today, the band began to play…’’ she croons out of tune.

JMC Dingledong witters on for several minutes indulgently about his memory, the merging of years, his disgusting moral cripple of a friend TOBY JUG, his alienation from the MSM & high society -while Miri sucks it up with sickophantic slober. Many in their televised audience are now squeezing their ass cheeks together in various states of excruciation . This interview is already a typical JMC Dellingpong stinker. It’s a good job he is stuck to the track, because mentally he is off the rails.

… TO BE CONTINUED TOMORROW …

Here is a link to the interview I am vaguely using , & although I have listened to almost all of them, they are all very similar.

interview originally published 29-06- 2023 ?

https://rumble.com/v2xkkdk-miri-af.html?e9s=src_v1_ucp

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NOTES-

1. The famous Minotaur of Minos was conceived when the Gods were vexed that Minos renegaded on his promise to revere them, as they supplied the prize bull that gained him the throne. He scarified a different bull to that intended. so they made his wife fall in love with the prized bull, she then mothered the Minotaur of the Labyrinth or to some a MAZE.

Note that a maze is not a labyrinth , & many seemingly intelligent people prove their stupidity to imagine that you can become lost in a labyrinth.

Queen Alexandria allegedly was crushed to death by her prize stallion during a similar act.

Daedalus , the incredible prolific & famous father of Icarus (with the wax wings) is credited as the designer for the wooden frame used by Alexandria for this desperate coitus. He also designed the Trojans Horse, & a wooden cow for Minos’ wife.

These Myths are all allegories for how the hIXoss sea kings rewrote/consolidated the trade guilds into modern craftlore & it is something I will focus on soon in these posts