Fuck The World For The Win

When I was a kid the initials F.T.W. meant “Fuck The World”.  I first saw them written on a bloody Nikki Sixx’s arm:

NikkiBloodFU

Once I found out what it meant I kind of took it on as my life’s motto. Fuck The World! It has a simple beauty to it. It served me well in my younger years, realizing early that you can’t change the world or the ways of those who walk it gives you a certain relief and freedom. But as you get older it get’s harder to just say fuck everybody. Now I know this may not be the way it works for everyone, after all there are no absolutes. For some, I’m guessing, it get’s easier to say “fuck the world” the older you get.

Yes, the older you get, the closer you feel to being done with it all. You’ve seen how people can be and experienced the cruel ways of the world… so as each year passes you become a little more cynical and less able to fake that smile as the people around you do their best to screw you. I can totally get that. But as I said it worked in reverse for me.

At a young age I realized the world was full of shit. They all pretended they had answers, and as a child you believe it. But teachers, preachers, and politicians are the great pretenders. Every adult, right up to and including your parents are winging it, not much different as we all do as children. Going with what is told to you, following what everyone else is doing. The idea that adults have any answers or real understanding to what all this is about, like Santa Claus is a nice lie told to children to sooth and reassure them… but it’s still a lie.

No need to get too deep in all this… but for me, I saw through the lie early and with that knowledge I ran with it.

“Fuck the world!” You can’t please everyone, and why would you try when we are all in the same boat, right? No one is better than the next, just a world of people playing pretend from birth to death.

Simply put (is anything ever “simply put” here?), instead of growing more cynical as I grew older I started to realize it was a little more complicated than the simple way I had been looking at it (see, simple, right?).

Having children is definitely part of it. When you have kids (for most at least) you have to give a fuck about something more than yourself. You have to start caring about the future and the way the world is, even if it seems so unworthy of your cares.

Children are only part of it though. For good or bad everyone you come in contact with is a part of your world.  All those around you shape and mold you and are essentially, your life. And in return we are the lives of those around us. We all fit in like puzzle pieces, affecting and being affected.

So from my earliest childhood friends to those of you I have met here on the blog. From my parents to my siblings. From my wife to my children. The people I’ve worked with and those who worked against me. You are my life and make all this what it is… so you can’t just say fuck all that… you might as well be saying fuck your life, and though some may feel just that… I do not.

Heavy, I know. But we can’t get stuck in the depth, we could drown. So let’s just leave it at this:

As I got older, “Fuck The World” became less of a motto and more of just a mood I sometimes was in. If you have read here long enough, you’ve seen me in that mood a few times for sure.

The world, whether you say fuck it or not moves on and so shall this post.

When I first started blogging on WordPress, I had used the initials F.T.W. a few times and there seemed to be a confusion about what I meant (this also happened more recently with the initials S.S.D.D. Which I promise will be dealt with in the next post). So I did some Googling and sure enough the meaning of F.T.W. had changed as the world moved on:

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At first this kind of upset me. My motto turned mood had become something else. I blame the internet. LMFAO! But really, as I have said over and over again, the internet changed a lot of things. I worked at a video rental store, was actually a manager for a place called The Video Studio in Covina, California (I am mainly mentioning it so I can put it in the tags. I loved working there and who knows, someone might Google it and find this post. That would be cool, right?). I also worked at a few record stores, Sam Goody, The Warehouse,  and of course Tower Records. I really thought Tower Records would be the job I kept for ever. But just like F.T.W. the internet has changed things.

I know… poor zero. My love/hate relationship with the internet is a moot point though really. It too is part of my life (it’s up there in the title, RL and IL… the L stands for life). The internet is much a part of my life as everything else that has been a part of it over these last four decades (has it really been that long?) as it has been for most of us working are way through it. So I just had to accept, that while F.T.W. will always mean “Fuck The World” to me, for others it now meant “For The Win”!

If you think about it, it makes sense. And it actually seems to be a positive move, right? “For The Win” seems much more positive than “Fuck The World”, right?

If you say so. It does fit right into the world in which we find ourselves in now. Helping pave the way for  Donald Trump to become President. It seems to become all about winning now. Which of course, it’s become that way because we had tried to pretend for a while that winning didn’t matter. It obviously does. Participation trophies are great, but we want the win.

Let’s not start drowning in the depth again. This post is not gonna debate winners and losers, but I will say it sucks to lose, we all know that, still… “the devil loves the winner just as much as he loves the sinner”. That’s from a lyric I once wrote. Perceive at your own risk.

Winners, losers, we all get a taste of both from time to time, it’s no mystery why people prefer to win. Shall we move on?

When I first learned of “For The Win” and I mourned the loss of “Fuck The World”, I saw a third phrase (of course there was a third one, everything comes in threes). It was something I had known of since those early days of understanding, something out there like a sickness… growing, infecting. I just now had a name for it, and all I had to do was put it together. Literally.

F.T.W.F.T.W

Fuck The World For The Win.

Go ahead, say it out loud. Think about what it implies. Some of you probably don’t even have to continue reading… but please do.

From the first time I read Book of Revelation at the age of 13, I understood it, or at least how people perceived it.  I now had a name for it.

Fuck The World For The Win.

I guess the best way to explain it for those of you who don’t yet get where I’m going, is to take a look at the terrorism spreading the past 4 decades (my entire life!) from the ideas of Radical Islam. The word Jihad is just a short way of saying, “Fuck the world for the win”. But it isn’t just in the Islamic religion. It’s an idea that flows through many of our worlds religious teachings. The idea that one day the world will end and judgment and salvation will be dealt out respectfully. Everyone has their own version of an Apocalypse awaiting all of us.

See where I’m going yet?

We all have beliefs. We all have philosophies and religious convictions. Traditions passed down from a time we can only read about. Necessary, but dangerous. Necessary because we build our lives upon these beliefs and convictions. Dangerous because people want to be right. They want to win.

So think about it, where does it leave us. I know you can figure it out, you don’t need me to make it clear… just in case though…

There are so many out there who have been taught and believe their way is right and that some day it will all come to an end to punish and reward, again, dealt out respectfully  to each persons own perspective. How do we expect any real self thinking individual to know which way to turn or react. Yes, so many out there who believe the end is coming and see no reason to try to prevent it. In fact, those who truly believe find ways to try to get to that end and prove they were right all along.

Now you see what I’m getting at, yes?

People will destroy it all to be right. Fuck The World For The Win!

I should point out that from the beginning of time people though the end was near. When the Book Of Revelation was written the early Christians believed the end of the world would come in their life time. In fact everyone generation thinks there’s will be the last. The end is always near. To me that proves just how wrong of an idea it is. If you keep expecting the end to come and it doesn’t, when do you finally give up on that idea?

Just in our recent history we can discuss the lunacy of Y2K or 12-21-2012. But people believed it. Shit, we wanted it. People believe the end has to come, so we race for it. After all, the end will prove who is right and who is wrong. and that’s what we really need… to be right, at any cost.

Like most things, it’s all backwards to me. The end of the world seems to be something we’d be happy to be wrong about. And yet so many say, “Fuck The World For The Win”.

And here we are, destroying everything for the sake of an argument that doesn’t really involve us.

Do ya feel me? Can you dig? Or am I the one who’s crazy?

Maybe I am. Because so much of this seems so easy to see and yet we close our eyes and march on towards a destiny we believe was already decided for us.

Damn, I was trying to keep this under 2,000 words, but don’t know if that’s gonna happen. Let’s try to bring this to a conclusion leading into another post (get ready, because from here on out they are gonna fall like dominoes).

I never got a Father’s Day post out this month, lately it’s just been hard to find a reason to come here and write. So that leaves this blog with no Father’s Day post in the 4 years I wrote here. That kind of sucks. After all I’m a father. There is plenty of material for me to write about on the subject. Did it seem like we just took a sharp turn and are heading a different direction? What does Father’s Day have to do with this post? How about a Spiderman reference about paying for the “sins of our fathers”.  Or how many think of that father figure up their in the heavens watching and judging us.  Or how most of us grow up with out our fathers.  I could blog about my own dad. Talk about how untill the 3rd grade my dad was a huge part of my life. Then he was just not there anymore and that’s just how it was. After all I was just a child and the adults knew what they were doing, ha! I could also write about how I’d later go to live with my dad when I was 15 years old and how odd the whole thing was, and get into the different kind of relationship I had with my dad then. Because in between the time I had last seen my dad at age 8 and the time he was back in my life at 15 I had figured out that truth about adults: they didn’t have a clue.

There we go, getting back on topic. Forgive me though, because I’m gonna jump right back off.

Last year around this time I wrote this post:

https://zerodinh.wordpress.com/2016/06/13/when-will-it-be-enough/

As you can read in the post, I had started out wanting to write a post about how no matter how bad the world seemed, that it was up to us to paint our lives with the colors we wanted in them. How what seemed like an upcoming Summer of Fear could easily be turned into a Summer of Love if we wanted to. But the tragedy of Pulse Nightclub rocked us all and the post ended up being a confusional attempt at the realization that it wasn’t so easy to do any more.

A year later and the only difference is I’m not confused. From the moment I hit the “Publish” button on that post to the time I hit “Publish” on this post it has been made all to clear to me the fear has won out.  The Summer of 2016 continued to show that path leading us here. One tragedy after the next backing us all into a corner. Need a personal example to demonstrate exactly what I mean? Of course you do:

Last week I woke up to this song on the news:

This song was new to me… I had just heard it for the first time a few days earlier… I’ll get to that in a moment. The reason it was being played on the news was because Rachel Platten had released an acoustic version of the track to benefit the victims of the nightclub shootings:

Rachel Platten releases new version of ‘Fight Song’ to benefit Orlando victims

So here I was coming out of sleep to this song that was recently familiar to me. It’s a beautiful song and it is easy to see why it would be used as an anthem for standing up against the forces in the world waiting to strike out against us. An uplifting tribute to the human spirit and our choice to stand and face our obstacles. Yes, from bullies to terrorist, the song fits into the narrative we all find ourselves trapped in. A cry out that we will fight.

So it may not come to a surprise that the place I had first heard the song a few days earlier was at my 5th graders graduation ceremony. I had seen and heard a group of children sing it loud and proud as they looked to the uncertainty of middle school.

A couple of quick side notes on all this:

First, my granddaughter (who is still a few years off from her own 5th grade graduation) was with us that day and was reading over the program with me. She saw the name Rachel Platten written in it next to the song title and her eyes lit up. She of course knew the song and liked it quite a bit. She easily sang along once the 5th graders began singing it. As I have said, I had not heard of the song before… I am getting old.

Second, right now, as I copied the song to post it above, it began to play on my laptop. My soon to be 6th grader came running in and sang a duet with Rachel Platten… it was very adorable.

As I said, it’s understandable why this song would be chosen for the 5th grade graduation ceremony, but the song chosen to accompany it is where all this starts messing with my head a little:

I know, right?

Yes, it was very cute. Watching those up and coming adults belt out, “I’m proud to be an American”, was very inspirational…. but in context, well my context at least, it all seemed to be pushing and pulling. Not to mention there was a representative there from both the Republicans and Democrats pointing out how important it was to vote. A message for the parents I’m guessing, since these graduates wouldn’t be voting for quite a few years yet. The whole thing seemed to be getting us all ready for the fight, though that may be a little bit much. But it definitely was sending the message that we will stand strong and proud against all that tries to defeat us. Which again, fits into the narrative we all find ourselves trapped in.

If it seems like I’m getting side tracked, that’s partially because this is 3 posts wrapped up into one. The Father’s Day post I didn’t get to, bled in a little. A post that developed in my head the morning I woke up to “Fight Song” on the news, which I did actually start writing but didn’t get very far. And a 3rd post which is long over due, the one titled “Fuck The World For The Win”.  It’s been in my head for a while now and I had to get it out to move on. The funny thing is, it was meant to be like this… the reason I couldn’t write the “Fight Song” post a few days ago was because it belonged here. These two ideas were locked together in a deadly embrace.

You see, as I said in the Summer post a year ago, the choice between a Summer of love or a Summer of fear may just as well have been made for us. I defiantly believe so as a new summer is here. And it’s not our fault. We have to stand up to these fears in order to get past them. We have to fight for what is right. Corny but true.

Here’s the rub though… and it’s a dangerous one. When we all feel backed into a corner and everyone feels the time has come to say enough is enough. Those out there waiting for the end get a twinkle in their eyes. This is a sign that they are right. And they see the way to victory. They see a way to fuck the world for the win.

Hell, I ain’t saying nothing most of you don’t feel deep inside. You get how it all works. And like I said, the world keeps going on no mater how many try to bring on the end. Still if we keep trying and that lovable, dreadful internet keeps fueling the FTWFTW, who knows.

LOL, now I’m right there with every other generation who thinks that Armageddon is for their generation. And maybe it will be.

To be honest, it don’t matter. Because that’s not the point of this post.

As I have said many times before, the longer I stay away from writing here the easier it is to not write here. And as we all know, I plan on ending the blog at the end of the year. Which is why sometimes with all that’s going on in the world, I wonder why bother even finishing.

But I can’t do that. That wouldn’t be fair to any of us. We’ve come a long way and we can’t stop now. We’ve got a graduation to get to.

So buckle up once again as we head down one last bumpy road together. The whole fucking world can come crashing down along the side of us, this blog is marching right on down to the end. Whether you say Fuck The World or For The Win… even you sick fucks that say Fuck The World For The Win (I know there’s a few of you out there reading) it don’t matter…

 

“Fa shizzel, my wizzel, this is the plot, listen up
You bizzels forgot, Slizzel does not give a fuck”

It Is Happening Again

Finally it’s here!

SPOILER ALERT! As usual I don’t like to spoil TV Shows or movies… but if you have never seen Twin Peaks (movie or show) then some of the following may be a little bit of a spoiler…

After 25 years the “good” agent Cooper may get out of the black lodge. And what about Annie? Wheat about everyone in that strange place called Twin Peaks? I’ve said it many times here that Twin Peaks is my all time favorite TV show. After the show went off the air and after the movie “Fire Walk With Me”, knowing Annie told Laura Palmer in a dream, that the “good” Agent cooper was still in the black lodge, knowing that Agent Cooper has a dream of being stuck in the black lodge for 25 years… I often wondered if Cooper would ever find his way out of the black lodge.

Long time readers may remember my birthday wish from a few years ago:

https://zerodinh.wordpress.com/2015/01/07/fire-walk-with-me/

And like I said, it’s finally here… 25 years have passed, literally (I love it when I can properly use that, if of course it is properly used there, and I think it is), yes literally  25 years have come and gone and it’s finally here.

Thank you, David Lynch!

Thank you, Mark Frost!

Thank you Showtime!

Thank you to the cast and crew and everyone involved in taking us back to a place I never fully left.

One last thing for all the fans out there about to take that journey back with me to that strange familiar place called Twin Peaks:

“I’ve got good news. That gum you like is going to come back in style”.

 

 

Last Mother’s Day

Last year there wasn’t a Mother’s Day Post. But there was one in 2015:

https://zerodinh.wordpress.com/2015/05/10/happy-mothers-day/

And who can forget the 2014 Mother’s Day Post:

https://zerodinh.wordpress.com/2014/05/12/my-moms-a-whore-and-everyone-is-laughing-at-me/

Oh how I miss those early days.

This is our last Mother’s Day together on the blog, so this will be the third and last Mother’s Day post.

First though I need to mention a couple of holidays that just passed.

May 4th, Star Wars Day and…

May 5th, Cinco De Mayo.

I hope every one enjoyed both.

I spent that week visiting family. Saw cousins I haven’t seen in years, ate dinner with my favorite Uncle, and had a margarita with my mom, which brings us to the subject at hand.

Moms.

I have said it before, I was blessed with one of the best moms out there. I’m lucky. I have been surrounded by great moms all my life. My mom, my grandmother, my wife. All great moms. My wife also has an amazing mother and grandmother. I have seen the best mom’s in action and have benefited from it immensely. Mother’s who sacrifice everything for their children. With unconditional love and forgiveness. If, like me, you had one of those mother’s, you are blessed. If you are one of those mothers, you are doubly blessed.

So, one last time… to all the mom’s out there…

Happy Mother’s Day!

Champs Élysées

 

I was walking down the avenue and my heart wanted something unknown(new)
I felt like saying good day to anybody
To anybody and that was you, and I said something (anything)
It was enough to me to talk to you to make you mine

At Champs Élysées, at Champs Élysées
If it’s raining or if sun is shining, if it’s noon or midnight
You have anything you want at Champs Élysées

You told me “I have a meeting in the basement with the madmen
who live with guitars in their hands from evening till morning”
So I joined you, we sang and we danced
But we never even thought of kissing or hugging.

At Champs Élysées, at Champs Élysées
If it’s raining or if sun is shining, if it’s noon or midnight
You have anything you want at Champs Élysées

 

As I wrote the 420 post the other day I was learning about the Paris shooting. That’s the world we live in today. Our good times and celebrations are constantly being hijacked by those who want to take away our individual freedoms.

The attack comes just days before the French presidential election.  That can’t be helpful. France has already been dealing with the tragedies caused by these freedom hijackers over the past few years making the election an important one and a confusing one. Something echoing throughout the world. People are scared, people are pissed, people are grieving. And they are searching for answers. Wanting to stop the madness, but not knowing how to do it.

I don’t have any answers. I just want to say how bad this sucks.

Until the other day if someone mentioned Champs Élysées, I would think of that NOFX cover. I would think of a place in Paris where 2 strangers might meet and fall in love while “madmen” played beautiful music on their guitars. Paris, the city of love, right? I have danced in the pit to this song more than once. When I play it there are great memories and just all over good feelings. It’s just one of those songs that makes me feel good about everything. I want to put my arms around those around me and dance and sing.

Fuck these other madmen who want to change that. I will not let them. At least I don’t want to let them.

I do not want dates and places to become sad memories of senseless tragedies.

But to be honest, if it continues this way, I don’t know if that is possible to stop.

Yes, no answers here,  I’m not even sure why I’m writing this post. It just sucks.

I want it to stop, I know it won’t.

420 Break

 

Here we are 4:20 on 4/20 one last time. Let’s take a break and have some fun! But first some history:

http://www.mit.edu/~thistle/v13/2/history.html

There are lots of things about the cannabis plant you probably don’t know (well some of you probably know, I’ve been told by more than a few people my blog is better after smoking… which makes sense since that is how it is written). Like did you know that it wasn’t until the middle ages that the cannabis plant got a bad name? I know, that seems like a long time ago, but there was lots of time before it as well, and until then cannabis was actually seen as an important plant. What happened, you ask. The same thing that always happens… power, corruption, and the need to control the masses. Paper was an important tool that the PTBs (Powers That Be) did not want just anyone to have. Being able to write and read and share information… that could be trouble for those in power if the masses were able to have the use of something as powerful as paper. You may also not know that cannabis is one of the easiest and cheapest ways to produce paper… in fact before we go on take a look at some graphs:

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That’s a lot of shit from one plant… now back to my story.

So the PTBs of that dark time in history did not want to let people improve there lives with paper, and since cannabis was the cheap and easy way to get paper… it became the devil’s weed. A crop that is so useful and beneficial became public enemy #1, a routine that would, like most things from history, repeat itself. It’s kind of ironic (if I’m using the word right, we all know I have a problem with that word) that one of the worlds most useful plant  got its bad name of being dangerous because of just the opposite… it was too helpful.

Like with most things, the dark ages would come to an end… and the useful plant would survive the slanderous attempts to keep it from those who used it. But as I already pointed out, time repeats itself.

Here in America we have had our own PTBs out to smear the reputation of this miracle plant. It started with something that is still a polarizing subject, in fact one of today’s biggest topic… immigration. Back in the early 1900’s believe it or not America had problems with Mexican immigrants. The Mexican Revolution spilled over the border and caused problems. Due to the fact that Mexicans smoked marijuana and brought it over the border with them, laws and propaganda began. And it became a trend.

From Mormons to Jazz musicians… our PTBs found cannabis as the way to get at those who did not fit in to their way of what America should be. Religion and racism… it may have started the fire that threatened to burn cannabis away for ever… but it was good old greed that really kept the anti-pot propaganda going.

With all the new laws and restrictions on cannabis, other companies were able to grow and flourish. Textiles and paper companies and so much more leading right up to the big business of the drug industry all did better as long as cannabis was the “devil’s weed”.

Even though cannabis could put many industries out of business because it can be used for many of the same products, cheaper and better for our environment, cannabis was gone after like it could bring on the end of western civilization. Still greed and the almighty dollar was more important. Just think of paper alone. If we used cannabis instead of trees from the get go to make paper… would global warming and the greenhouse effect even be a discussion? Even though, during WWII, laws were loosened and cannabis once again was used to make the things needed, cheaper and faster, after the war, big business made sure that it wouldn’t be allowed to get in the way of money in their pockets.

This history lesson is getting a little long. Here’s some more to read if you are interested:

http://www.drugwarrant.com/articles/why-is-marijuana-illegal/

But the best way to get the whole history on cannabis is in a book by Jack Herer called “The Emperor Wears No Clothes”:

jack herer

Before we move on though, I just have to say, no matter what your opinion on pot is the true tragedy in all of this is that because of lies and propaganda, real tests on the benefits of cannabis is not done. The fact that it is still a class 1 drug, no one is allowed to see just how good or bad it may be for us. Though from the few tests that have been done… there ain’t much data to say it should even be a class 1 drug. So we are left to wonder just what else cannabis could be used for:

420 medical

But it’s the big C that we are really just learning about. If marijuana was only useful with cancer patients helping them with pain and nausea allowing them to eat and sleep, that would be enough, wouldn’t it? But we’ve known for years it does this and yet medical marijuana is still a fight the PTBs have not given up on. And now there are patients and doctors who believe cannabis may actually be a cure for cancer:

http://www.cureyourowncancer.org/how-cannabis-oil-works.html

Yep, read up on cannabis oil and how it’s being used. Will cannabis be a cure for cancer? I don’t know. But I do know that the continuous attitude our federal government has (even worse now with Sessions), is keeping us from knowing sooner.  That sucks.

Alright enough on all that. If you are still reading (and still smoking, it’s a holiday after all) I promised some fun… so let’s have some fun!

First off, if you are gonna celebrate 4/20 properly you have to listen to some Kottonmouth Kings… almost any album will do, but I suggest “Rolling Stoned”.

kmk rs

For those of you who don’t smoke or just want some alcohol for the celebration here’s a drink recipe just for today:

chronic ice tea.JPG

Now we just need something to do. So, here for the first time anywhere I’m gonna post rules to a game invented by yours truly, called “420 Break“. Yep, the post title has double meaning, don’t you love when I do that.

13 years ago on this very day, I was hanging out with friends and family, playing pool and I came up with a drinking/smoking game. It was kind of like the game “Quarters” only with a pool table. And now for the first time, if you have a pool table, you too can play. You will also need some beer or alcohol and a pipe or bong filled with your favorite strand.

420 BREAK RULES:

Rack the balls as if you are playing “8-Ball” with a few exceptions. swap the 1 ball with the 4 ball, swap the 14 ball with the 12 ball, and swap the 6 ball with the 7 ball so that the purple 4 is in front and the 2 green balls are in the back corners. Here, just look at the diagram below:

420 break rack

Make sure your bowl is packed and choose someone to break. The game is played like straight pool. Call your shot, make your shot. If you make a shot, you choose someone to drink and you shoot again. If you make 3 shots in a row you make a rule. This can be the usual rules of drinking games: no pointing, don’t use anyone’s proper name, or the ever popular you can’t say the words “drink, drank or, drunk”. Use your imagination when making your rule. One of my favorites I came up with was that you have to dance around your pool stick before shooting. As with all drinking games, if you break a rule and someone calls you out, you drink.

There are also special balls. If you sink the purple 4 ball or either of the 2 green balls (14 and 6) then everyone playing takes a hit off the pipe or bong. If you sink the 8 ball, everyone drinks.

If you sink the 4, 14, or 6 ball in on the break that’s called a “420 Break”. Everyone takes 3 hits or just light up a blunt and call it a house rule.

That’s really it. After the last ball is made, you re-rack and keep playing. The more rules that get made, the more fun the game is!

So there ya go, my 420 gift to everyone! Have fun!

Make sure to stop by the ZW FB for more music for your festivities:

https://www.facebook.com/zerosworld/

Happy 420!

Now take us out Em:

 

 

Our Last April Fools Day Together

About 2 weeks ago was our last April Fools Day here at ZW. Long time readers know that any post on April first should be taken very lightly (VERY lightly). For our last one though, I took some real stuff and put it to a fake narrative. I know, some of you think that’s what I do all the time… but let’s face it, those ones aren’t the brightest bulbs or sharpest tacks. Yes, those of you who really feel that way about this place who are still bothering to read here… dim and dull.

When I say fake narrative in describing the last post, I of course am referring to the Illuminati references. There is no Illuminati… it’s just a bedtime story for internet nuts. But if I’m wrong (and I am about many things… just don’t think I am about this one) and The Illuminati is real and out there pulling the world’s strings… I ain’t in it. That was all a joke. I’m sure most of you got that… but just in case some of you are worried to read here in fear of being hacked… I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again I’m sure (that line is needed here way too much), I ain’t a hacker, not part of Anonymous, not a criminal, not a stalker, and definitely not part of the Illuminati!

The reason I have all the stuff I put up is because EVERYONE SHARES EVERYTHING on the internet. It’s out there in comments and posts, emails and private messages, closed and secret groups…

I know it’s easy to blame me for this screwed up blog, and I will take that blame… but I very seldom get to the posts I plan… someone always seems to try to lead me somewhere… and I gladly go. Yes I write the posts, but the meat of it comes from all of you out there running in the circles we create for ourselves… SSDD.

We will get to all that later. For now I really just want to get across, that all the stuff I’ve posted and lots of stuff I haven’t is out there, being passed around… you should probably thank me for letting you know this stuff is being passed around… a little too much? That’s OK, I really don’t want any thank yous, the ones I do get make me feel weird… because I am part of the problem now… there’s no doubt about it. This blog is all wrapped up in the confusion and many don’t know what to make of it. But many of you do… so we march on… we will climb those last few hills.

Now it seems that my April Fools day post struck a few nerves… there was instant reaction… and a delayed one.

Instant reaction was a new screen name on Websleuths:

fake sassynzero

I do not need to explain that this is a cry for my attention. Long time readers get it.  So did this person want people to think it was me? I doubt it. If you read this persons posts, I think it’s very easy to see who it is:

snz pak

snz john ray

Yes, I’d know that comment under any screen name… but this cements it:

fake snz crowley

Yep you guessed it, the queen of screen names! I guess that April 1st post got to her enough to go straight to Websleuths and make an (another) account to, I guess kind of mock me? Is it a nod of some sort? Is it a warning? LOL. I know why they are mad, my April’s Fools Day post did show some more of the fucked up shit they are up to… still up to. But why keep blaming me for the stuff you are doing? Still doing! It’s really not my fault. Really. In fact after all the stuff you have been sending around about me lately… I really have restrained myself. Really I have.

As long as I’m posting these Websleuths comments, (I’m a rebel) let’s look at this one:

snz shannans boyfriend

Does anyone else find it funny that this person is always on the inside looking out? They always know more than everyone else. There have been quite a few of these, but this one has been going the longest and strongest. They ALWAYS know more than everyone else. In fact I would bet quite a bit that those emails I got a while back were from the same person as well:

email-john-ray

Oh hell, let’s just say it… this fake Sassynzero wanting my attention (again) is TKAMB. Come on, someone tell me I’m wrong. But you better be very convincing.

You are really racking up those screen names, I may have to make a new list. I’d tell you to stop, but people have been telling you that for years… you won’t. I only bring it up to let you know I noticed. That’s all. Continue on. We have time still.

Now this is where this post would have ended… but you know how it works here…

I mentioned a delayed reaction to the AFD post. It came when I put it up on my new Facebook (I call it new, but I’ve had it for a little while now). I got a response from someone called Annuo Blissen. They didn’t like it and said I was lost in my own narcissism (I’m paraphrasing, but I think that’s what they were getting at). Now this is nothing new, we get this a lot here, don’t we? But this person was on my new(er) Facebook friends list:

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And the circle they come from is a curious one. It leads back to that group of FB friends that came in with Jenny Salazar. Which includes that guy Ken Jones. Remember him? He joined in with Jerry and Dorothy with lies and sneaky tactics:

DPH leane man

ken-leane2

Ken Jones is quite the interesting guy. But he didn’t like me looking into him. Who does? We all get it though, don’t we. Still this guy begs for it. He wants everyone to think he is a hit man or killed for money before… and to be honest, I don’t know that he hasn’t. He definitely wanted me to think I was in danger if I brought him up:

ken-jones-criminal

ken-jones-guns

ken jones threat2

I probably shouldn’t bring him back up. But Annuo made me wonder about that group again. There was a few back then that friend requested me (Annuo being one of them) another being this guy:

seuhresto friends

This person befriended me, but so far has not responded to my messages asking who they are. This Seuhretso is also FB friends with Annuo, Ken, and Jenny… so of course he stands out to me. Plus as I said, both Annuo and Seuhretso friend requested me while I was having a private back n forth with Ken Jones, AKA the shark:

ken-jones-fb

 

Now once you know who these people say they are (and I do) it only gets curiouser. But it’s a whole new rabbit hole… and I’m just not sure I want to go down it.

Confused? Sorry. But Annuo has me stuck in mid-thought.

I will say this though, if the AFD post created so much misplaced reaction… tomorrows Easter Egg Hunt should be interesting…

See ya tomorrow!

 

 

 

 

Welcome To The Illuminati…

This blog and those who are connected to it have been accused of being many different things with many different agendas. I now have to tell you… it’s ALL true!

Zero’s World and many who contribute here are part of the oldest and most powerful group that has ever existed. Our origins reach back to the death of Christ. Our family heritage is linked to the Masons and our country’s founding fathers. The secrets of The Knights Templar has been passed down through the years and the bloodline of Christ has continued through to this day. The Kennedys, Rockefellers, Astors, Rothschilds and many others are known to be a part of this bloodline , but in present day most of us have changed our names to avoid detection. Through the years many have speculated on the existence of the Illuminati and our roles in running the world. I am here to tell you soon all will be revealed and the world as you know it will change for ever.

This of course is the good news.

The bad news is, this blog was used as a HONEYPOT:

honeypot

This means everyone who has ever connected to this site in any way opened themselves to us. Any comments:

king pecker talk

were easily connected to their source:

rich keys profile

All your emails were hacked and collected:

DPH MM7 email Nancy email1

LISK Jen and UG

dph email to mm7

jjj email on zw

fluke email from JR

mm7 email to JR

As well as all your Facebook PMs:

Jerry kate1

jerry kate17

k8 dph294

k8 dph254

k8 dph324

k8 dph325

k8 dph326

lyon jerry1b

lyon jerry2b

lyon jerry3b

Those last 3 were sent to Jerry from Rich Lyons aka: Susie Mockingbird. In case people were wondering who was passing around personal info to everyone.

You now know how we were able to find so much from Longislandserialkiller.com long after the site was taken down:

LISK Fluke1

LISK Flukeyou 1

LISK Flukeyou 3.JPG

LISK Flukeyou 4

LISK Drifter 1

LISK JJ 1

LISK JJ 2

LISK wanda 2

LISK Resident

LISK ANON 1

It’s also how a blog long ago taken down by its creator can be put back up:

https://mm7vslisk.wordpress.com/author/miserymom7/

And how comments from that blog can now be seen for what they really are:

fu gus and bh

You never had a chance Fluke.

Secret pages were all seen:

secret group

Things unseen by most was easily seen by us:

plotts1

jim mutell LH1

No private conversation was truly private:

tkamb ss44

Even DPH’s “secret line” is known:

dphsandy hook secret line

We have it ALL. And ALL will be revealed in the comments.

Happy Green Day!

Our last St. Patrick’s Day together. Or as I call it Green Day!

All these last holidays on the blog are gonna be hard for me. I think most of you know I’m a sucker for tradition and holidays. Repetition is comforting in many ways, and Holidays are the best repetition out there if you ask me.

I have said many times before I am a mutt. My family bloodline reads like America. The real America, not the one Trump and his cronies talk about. I have a family tree filled with just about every ethnicity among its branches. This has always given me a unique view on racism and ethnic or color pride. I’ve blogged about all this before. I bring it up again because the first branch on my family tree with a so-called bloodline is my Grandpa, he’s full-blooded Irish. That doesn’t make me Irish any more than I am all the other heritages that I’m blood related through. To me they are all mixed together ruining through my veins making me all of them and none of them. A zero (deep, right?). Still on St Patrick’s Day that Irish does come out.

A few years back I really put a curb on my drinking. I’m not a big drinker, I don’t drink at home or on a regular basis, my addiction has never been the substance, but the atmosphere. I’m addicted to the party. “I thought I told ya,” remember? (That’s for only the full ZW reader, no part timer will get it), anyways, back when I first started this blog I had a big birthday party, I taped some of it to post on this blog (like I said, I had just started the ZW), but none of it ever made it on here, LOL. I got wasted (spelled right). I mean way to fucked up. It was held at Vince Neil’s then brand new Vegas restaurant. It was pretty bad ass. There was Vince Neil brand vodka and tequila. Tequila is just one of those things I stopped doing in my twenties. But it was my birthday and Vince Neil was on the bottle. So when the vodka was gone, I had a few shots of tequila. I drank a lot that night and the video I made shows it. At one point I did remember I wanted to tape some messages for this blog, and as we all know I never put it up. With good reason. I was fucking drunk! Really drunk. And the messages were all the same, “Fuck you Flukeyou” “Fuck you MM7”. Watching them back was funny, but also a little too much. It was the last time I got that drunk. I owe that to the blog I guess, because it has been a blessing. Like I said, I never really drank on a regular, but when I did drink, I went all the way. And that may be fine for a younger me, but I’m not a younger me any more.

This all fits together how? Well, there are 3 times a year I really like to drink, my birthday, New Years, and St. Patrick’s Day. Since that birthday party 3 years ago I have drunk on my birthday and New Year’s, and had just as good of a time as back when I would over do it, without having to spend half the night throwing up in the bathroom or 2 days of recuperation in bed. Tonight though will be the first St. Patrick’s Day since that birthday party that I am actually going out. I mean it’s a holiday for drinking… dangerous for my Irish blood.

But its Friday night and friends are asking for us. I can’t keep skipping Green Day for ever just because green beer has finally lost its novelty. Plus as I said, this is our last Green Day together. That calls for a celebration!

So I’m doing it right. I have a my Mickey’s in the freezer, Green Day playing on the stereo (“The Warning” is the best album for today, but any Green Day song will do), and I’m ready for a dangerous night, lol.

As a side note, I know there is talk about the blog being down or me being afraid or my followers hiding… man, that shit is so funny. People obsessing with delusions that I give a shit about them.

As far as the “War” with Dorothy goes, I’m still winning, don’t kid yourselves. All you pesky little flies buzzing around lately thinking you matter… I’ve grown to like a few of you, some of you are so insignificant I already forgot who you were, and a few of you are verging on DPH status.

Sorry to end this post on a repetition we could do with out, but right as i was about to finish and post this, I got a Message at Facebook letting me know that there are people out there still itching for my attention. I won’t say who it was (as if I have to) and i definately won’t break any codes and post snapshots of the message… but it basically let me know people are talking about me and the blog. Which is all good. I want people to talk about this place, please continue. But why do you have to let me know you are doing it? Why do you feel the need to dare me to pay attention to you?

That’s not aimed at any one person. From Dorothy to Susie and all these little flies buzzing ’round my head, you can all take what you want from it. And you do. I want to get back to Green Day though, so…

Raise a glass… click on the song below… and Happy Green Day everyone!

P.S. for more Green Day, check out the ZW FB all day long:

https://www.facebook.com/zerosworld/

Mean Meanie

Why don’t they get it?

new-maureen

maureen-i-will-end-you

mareen liar and fool.JPG

maureen-zero-rat

maureen-play-games

maureen-stop-while-ahead

 

Right now is not a good time to test me. I know there are a lot of you out there who want to “take me down”,  LOL. Do yourself a favor. Block me on Facebook and don’t read here. Don’t bring me up on social media. Don’t even think about Zero’s World. Right now is just not a good time.

I got this Malik the shark guy trying to make me think he is a hit man. You guys remember The Shark right?

https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100014081348682

Like Maureen, this guy went to Kim’s group and thought there would be no consequences for helping Jerry and Dorothy with their delusions. And like Maureen he just doesn’t get me:

ken-jones-criminal

ken-jones-criminal2

ken-jones-guns

ken-jones-3

Does no one learn?

Who’s fucking ready?

I am.