Rabbit Hole or Rebirth 1: Hope for the Future?

Da-da rarely, if ever, reposts anything, but he so wants all this stuff to be true. Besides, it's almost Easter, which is all about rebirth and falling down rabbit holes, both of which can be initially painful, but eventually enlightening, so...  give it a try. It's weird, but also weirdly satisfying, in a Fascination of the Abomination kinda way. As a 20+ year researcher into all things arcania, Da-da can vouch for the accuracy of the micro and macro, and all the links are real links to legitimate news sources. This from David Wilcock over at Divine Cosmos. Go Dave:

DIVINE INTERVENTION: Section I -- Defeating Financial Tyranny

Like The Professor says in one of Da-da's books: "To Hope! Without it, we're all just mass without gravity."

It'll feel really good when you hit bottom.

Forget It Jake, It's Bunnytown II: Mastering Your Inner Psycho Bunny

It's hard being The Easter Bunny.

Da-da was sitting in his stinky wondrous Easter Bunny costume at the park de la amusement the other day, sitting alone on a break amidst a lovely Japanese garden tucked behind a building full of of greasy alien machinery, its grind blissfully muted by a blustery storm. All was quiet... well, as quiet as an amusement park in a storm can be. However, Inner Peace was within Da-da's bunny grasp... but it's kinda tough to achieve Inner Peace when you're wearing a odiferous 60-pound bunny costume in a storm in an amusement park. Regardless, Da-da exerted a firm, superbunny superhuman control of his inner psycho-bunny giant vegetable Da-da and was enjoying the sound of the wind, the scent of the rain, when a pubescent voice from beyond cleaved Da-da's rabbit reverie...

"HEY, EASTER BUNNY! YOU SUCK!"

So much for Inner Peace. Inner Psycho Bunny Activated.

You are officially hosed. (This is by one of Da-da's fav artists, Michael Sowa.)

Forget It, Jake. It's Bunnytown.

That's right, Da-da's currently portraying the most foul, cruel and bad-tempered rodent you ever set eyes on. He's into that kinda thing, so just go with it. Jeez, LOOK AT THE BONES. (Good costume, huh?) Next stop, a remake of "NIGHT OF THE LEPUS," called, "LATE AFTERNOON OF THE LEPUS." Brrrrrr.

That Absquatulating, Pre-Tax Look of Parenthood

Run, Timmy... RUN.

It's usually around Thursday when the run-like-hell urge jells in taxpayers. Absquatulation does no good, however, because they put chips in your head and can find you anywhere (esp. if you use a microwave or put aluminum foil in your hat). Feels good to run, though -- and that aluminum foil breeds confidence! Aaaand at least you get that $50-off coupon for kids; you'd think it'd be more, as They (who are they, anyway?) need all of us to breed more taxpayers. Da-da himself is merely a eugenics/taxation experiment, yay. Parents will note that the powers that be won't let you leave the hospital without first securing for your newly minted little taxpayer what used to be called a, "social security number," but has denigrated into the damnable rubric: "taxpayer ID number." Didn't someone already fight a war over taxation without representation?

Da-da must flee this, "Global Force for Peace." He can't afford it. No one can.