Quick Comms: "Season of Joy"

It's not all it's cracked up to be, especially when the lightning bolts start flyin'.

“Season of Joy” is, by my estimations, the Comms code phrase for “Open Season” or, rather, “Assassination Season.”

But, how do we get to that interpretation?

Jupiter.

Jupiter is the Roman god of the Sky, Thunder, Lightning, Storms, Joy, Patriarchy, Rebellion and Patricide.

Ostensibly, the rebellion bit is to overthrow tyrants, but as with beauty, such things are in the eye of the beholder.

Zeus is the Greek equivalent/predecessor of the same god Jupiter, and stands for many of the same things.

However, while Zeus is known more for debauchery, banishing the Titans to Tartarus, including his father Cronus, and Lightning, Jupiter is the more kingly and laid-back interpretation, depending on who you ask. He’s seen as a jovial deity. Powerful, commanding, with a perpetual gravity that draws everyone towards him as loyal followers seeking to serve him as their “father figure.”

Songs, such as Jupiter, the Bringer of Jollity, written about Jupiter, the planet, carry these same themes of a large, vast, and overbearing presence coupled with joy, amazement, and spectacle.

How does this apply to Comms?

Think back to Zeus. Think back to lightning.

Think about snipers. Many associate the act of shooting a man dead by long range like being stuck by lightning. References to snipers being the “finger of god” snuffing out a poor, unfortunate soul are aplenty. Everyone in sight is as frail as an ant when you’re sitting behind the scope of a well tuned rifle.

Jupiter and Zeus, being the arbiters of patricidal rebellion, therefore, are appropriate analogues for “dethroning” an individual by long range, as though struck by a bolt of lightning. Kronos/Cronus, the Titan of Time, was seen as a tyrant, eating his own children in hopes of avoiding a prophesied rebellion. Jupiter/Zeus was swapped out with a stone by his mother to trick Kronos and eventually grew powerful enough to release his kin from Kronos’ stomach and overthrow him.

Jupiter/Zeus then goes on to be just as much a tyrant as his father, raping women and abusing his power and authority, using humans as play things, all culminating in war with Mars/Ares ending in a ceasefire and the retreat of the gods back to Olympus so that they may no longer maliciously inject themselves into the affairs of mortals.

It’s very much a tale of overthrowing tyranny to eventually become the tyrant yourself.

So, when I hear Kamala Harris say this will be a “season of joy” or a “new politics of joy” I instead hear “it’s open season, anyone can catch a lightning bolt.”

Maniacal, desperate, insane, paranoid, hysterical and mentally broken “joy.”

Does “cackling” Kamala make more sense now?

This was always the “final solution” should O’Biden had not been able to keep it together.

Remember — laughter is contagious…

Example of an “Open Season of Joy”

Of course, this is cyclical and very much a Banana Republic situation. Like cowboys competing for the “fastest gun in the west” the adage is always true — “there’s always a faster gun.”

Think about it…

Trump overthrows Killary in 2016 in a “200-General” backed coup.

O’Biden overthrows Trump in a joint DeepState and Mafia Cabal backed coup.

Now, Kamala overthrows O’Biden in a coup, as Trump has stated.

It’s a cycle of one-up-manships.

Where have we seen this before?

A tale as old as time, really…

The one thing holding them back from the next escalation going from Jupiter usurping Kronos and starting the Mars usurping Jupiter phase is the all-too-well known “Open Season” era.

History lesson time!

In Feudal Japan there was a frame of time referred to as the Sengoku period. With the Emperor having long ago taken an almost purely ceremonial role in the land, warring bands of family clans fought for supremacy over the island. The Shogunate was led by the Ashikaga clan, but after the death of Shogun Ashikaga Yoshimchi, a question of succession arose.

Then began the shit-fest…

One after another, potential heirs of the Ashikaga clan rose and fell. Some only lasted a few months as leader of the largest power in the fledgling nation. Illness, assassination, obvious incompetence… None seemed to be viable candidates to keep the land from devolving into chaos as raving bands of raiders threatened to eat out the substance of the peasantry.

So many clamored for the throne only to be struck down within years, if not days, after assuming a commanding posture.

The subsequent succession war has inspired many a works detailing the rise and fall of “Assassin Kings.” One king would rise to power by killing his predecessor only to be assassinated, thereby bestowing the title of king onto the assassin.

Assassin, King, Assassin, King, Assassin, King…

Over and over and over again.

Oda Nobunaga was among the few who could manage to bring all the clans together by way of deal-making, politics, assassination, war, extortion, bribery, and honest pleas for peace. Fighting fire with fire, as it were, except he was actually willing to mediate century-old feuds between clans and come to necessary arrangements for them to stop the perpetual pissing contest that very often ended with both sides pissing blood.

In a way, he’s very much a controversial figure — a hero and villain in equal parts. The Romans would have called him a perfect disciple of Jupiter. Americans might see him more as an Abraham Lincoln figure. A unifier, at any cost. Yet, do the ends always justify the means?

It depends on who comes out on top in the end, right?

Well, unfortunately for old Nobunaga, he too was assassinated…

In what is now termed as the “Honnō-ji incident” Nobunaga was betrayed by his subordinate Akechi Mitsuhide as he was relaxing in the Honnō-ji temple — a relatively neutral territory especially after the period of conquest had seemingly ended.

He was hunted, accosted, forced to commit suicide, beheaded, and his body burned. His head itself is something of a relic, not unlike the Holy Grail, as many a folktale include it as a MacGuffin for heroes to pursue.

His few heirs also having been mercilessly done away with, his untimely death had delayed Unification for another two decades or so…

Toyotomi Hideyoshi, one of Nobunaga’s retainers, eventually succeeded him, though some to this day assume he had a hand in Nobunaga’s demise. Like Nobunaga, however, Hideyoshi also had few heirs. Once he died his five year old son took his place, but simply acted as a token for many an advisor to abuse as they squabbled and killed themselves to be the most “trusted” by the ear of a mere toddler.

Finally, though, Tokugawa Ieyasu ended out on top, with all his enemies effectively exhausted and too weak to fight after over a century of the world’s most well recorded and petty tit-for-tat shit slinging competition. Nobunaga, Hideyoshi, and Ieyasu are counted as the “Great Unifiers” despite their many failures. While they are certainly deserving of commendation in daring to try, in reality it could be said that the greatest unifier of all were the dry veins of the Japanese people. The bloodshed ended because they had no more blood to shed.

Usurpation followed by usurpation followed by usurpation… All because no one is simply willing to sit down and talk about things at a table like adults.

Too many deal breakers and not enough deal makers.

Too many people shouting “double or nothing!” ruining all hopes for peace.

That’s what a “Season of Joy” looks like. Ironically named, for sure.

The entirety of the Sengoku period is a perfect example of the political climate such a season entails. Teams, tribes, and clans just offing one another’s leaders until there is only one left standing.

Not a Secession War, like a Civil War, but rather a Succession War.

Happy Happy, Joy Joy, Happy Happy, Joy Joy…

“I TOLD YOU I’D SHOOT! BUT YOU DIDN’T BELIEVE ME! WHY DIDN’T YOU BELIEVE ME!?”

Madness…

Mania, stemming from being backed into a corner with enemies all around, causing a man to enter a crawlspace and a monster to climb back out of it. We all know what happens when someone sees all their previous acquaintances as jealous foes, rivals, and enemies.

Kamala, crazy crazy Kamala, has threatened us all with just such a season. A season of INSANITY! Succession by means of Assassination. A season of maniacs killing one another just so they can sit on the throne for a month? A week? A day?

Doesn’t matter to her. That’s probably why she’s drunk all the time. She expects to catch a bullet herself, as many a mafia group see their own chance for the throne now that everyone is seemingly fine with throwing O’Biden in to the fiery dumpster he made for himself. She’s just another puppet given her time to dance on the stage. Eventually her time will run out, the crook will claim her neck, and the next dancing marionette will waggle onto center stage. Her handlers, the ones holding the strings, are the ones calling all the shots, not her stupid cock-gobbling ass.

All bets seem to be off. It’s open season for anyone to come claim the throne, iffin’ they gots the ammunition to take out all the competition. The agreements they set aside, the “Insurance Policies” are now null and void. Diamonds aren’t forever when the shit hits the fan!

They will do ANYTHING to take out the Orange Man Bad. It doesn’t matter who or how many are caught in the crossfire. The British Royal Family? Fuck it! Israel getting nuked? Fuck it! Diddy going down and taking Hollywood with him? Fuck it! Take out the Mayor of New York on corruption charges? Fuck it!

Go for broke. So long as [THEY] come out on top!

Kamala, or rather her handlers, are willing to pull the trigger as many times as needed — willing to flip the coin as many times as necessary until that coin lands on the side that favors them when the last bullets ring out. Oppose her at your own peril. If you aren’t with the DeepState, you’re against the DeepState.

Battle Royale! Hunger Games! Free For All! King of the Hill!

The Game is ON!

All the mafias are at the betting table, and the Cabal is unraveling as they scream and shout before the closing calls go out.

“Double or nothing!”

“Double or nothing!”

“DOUBLE OR NOTHING!”

How many times will they shout “Double or nothing”?

Until they win, obviously…

Until they can buy up all the stocks they’ve been shorting; until they’ve won on the last horse that’s a “sure thing”; until they can stop all their ill-gotten gains from slipping out of their fingers just as they were poised to cross the finish line.

Assassination is now on the Table, as we all know. No one is safe. When everyone is special, no one is special. Not as long as Orange Man and his well-hid sleeper successors are in play. The death of the O’Biden dynasty has opened the doors for anyone to claim the prize, so long as they bring the head of the Orange Man.

The Trumpets of Jupiter are playing, and they’re playing a familiar tune.

They will say some of the most insane bullshit you could possibly imagine.

The “Pumpkin Spice” aka “October Surprises” are gonna be rank this year. They will say things that will make you see RED with anger, just to incite as much violence and upheaval as possible. Some claim this is “Red October” right? It’s always the parasite’s final card to play to start cutting tendons, neurons, veins, and nerves as it is excised from the host.

In this Season of “Political Joy” they seek to “kill us with kindness.”

Petty threats, to be sure, but they are clearly more than eager to have at least one bullet catch Trump and set the whole thing into motion. Civil War is on the menu, boys! Let’s see if Trump can dodge all the bullets they lob at him as well as themselves now O’Biden has been so unceremoniously deposed and the message is clear: “AT ALL COSTS!“ That includes taking out some of their own as they ascend to the empty throne.

On Eagle’s wings…