Remember, remember… Pongo's Taco Tuesday

A visceral shift of energy on America's 2024 election night takes flight

I got to spend yesterday evening with newfound friends in Aspen, Colorado watching the election night TV coverage. When I say “watching”, I mean the TV was on in the background, and I was scrolling social media. Our hosts had laid on a sumptuous Mexican meal, in accordance with the unserious Taco Tuesday online meme. (My suspicion is it an occult numerology reference: T is 20th letter of alphabet, TT = 20 20, 2020 is the same as 22 as zeros don’t count, and this maps to the angel number of 11:11 as 1+1 = 2. Maybe the date of 11/11 ahead has something of significance coming?)

Just so you can locate yourself in my setting (as I am back in the same seat this morning), a delightful parrot called Pongo is singing behind me, imitating smoke alarm low battery warnings, cats miaowing, exorcist voices, computer noises, the Andy Griffiths theme song, R2D2, microwave ovens, kisses, blowing raspberries, mobile phones ringing, and wolf whistles. The screeches get particularly insistent when he feels like he isn’t getting enough attention. He also likes to hold pieces of pomegranate and Cheerios in one talon and nibble them daintily. So while Donald Trump was conquering the free world last night, I was heavily invested in psittacine performances.

I am unaccustomed to watching television — the illusion of other people existing through a dancing light portal on the wall doesn’t work well for me. I did video some of the TV presenters close up, as there seemed to be CGI “uncanny valley” errors in their teeth, and mutating clothing accessories. Are we watching real people under extreme studio lighting and video compression artefacts, or just oversaturated 3D avatars? Am I crazy for even wondering if any of this is authentic? Is this all Central Casting™ and actors in a grand military intelligence theatrical extravaganza?

What caught my attention was the contrast between my hosts’ home — with the mantlepiece message of peaceful reconciliation — and the spirit of competition of the election on the screen above. The very nature of party political elections is divisive in a way that electing a county sheriff or school board is not. No matter what your political hue, what are you ultimately in search of? Temporary victory to hold sway over your fellow man falls well short of lasting peace from a synthesis of beliefs and settlement of differences.

While there was an atmosphere of celebration, it was tempered with the solemnity of knowing the trauma ahead for our deceived liberal brethren. This was not a fight between left and right, but between lawfulness and institutionalised crime. The fraud isn’t just rigged elections, but a counterfeit society. What political entity was this an election for? A defunct and bankrupt federal corporation? Or a renewed constitutional republic? Or something else entirely? I cannot tell you. What I do know is that the losing party is neck-deep in serious organised crime, and this is about to have distressing consequences for every cheat and traitor.

While Fox News was on the TV, a real fox was sniffing around outside in the snow. Pongo can see the fox when the blinds are open, but doesn’t show any fear or reaction. Apparently Pongo likes to kiss dogs and befriend them, too. We may have our attention on the public stage of world events, but the real natural world goes on around us regardless. The synthetic newsroom anchors with their bluster contrasted with the calming emotional anchor of wildlife only a few feet away. Pongo’s commentary on the election was generally more enlivening than anything on the goggle box.

Back at the condominium later, the television went on for the first time, and announced the final result. The online news from the BBC, CNN, NBC, etc. seemed to lag behind a long way — not wanting to communicate the disintegration of their narrative. It was like watching the fall of the legacy media being live streamed. A comment that resonated was that “conspiracy theory is truth way quicker”, and that the left had been blindsided because of their arrogance. They ignored the extensive fraud in 2020, which had been allowed to rampage, but not seems to have been attenuated. Some hard truths are coming soon.

While listening to the Trump victory speech, an emergency broadcast test kicked in, and I managed to grab the closing screen in Spanish. This is perhaps the real message of the night, as treason is a military problem, not a party political one, and will receive appropriately harsh remedies. In his speech the President-elect emphasised the work of Elon Musk several times, who has himself reposted Q-themed video and Q mottos like “you are the media now”. Trump did two “air Qs” from the stage; the end game is approaching where the refusal of the media to ask who Q is has existential legitimacy issues for them. Donald Trump also said we have to protect our geniuses, which may have been a hat tip to the anons. He looked a little grouchy at a few moments — perhaps he was let down yet again by some he trusted.

While I feel relief from the result, and a burden lifted, there is also absolute emotional exhaustion from the oppression of the last few years. I am about to fly out from Aspen and resume my roaming of America for at least a few more weeks. I have no idea when the financial system may flip, the controlled media stop telling lies, or the Covid war criminals be called to account. Resources both internal and external are stretched, but the hardest part of this war seems to be over. The energy drain of having to maintain two realities is coming to a close; whatever hardship is ahead, it is a shared one. This election was a spiritual win more than a political triumph.

Yesterday night has shifted the ambient energy of mankind — it was a transformative event in history. Retribution is coming for many wrongs; this is a worldwide revolution to escape transhumanism and mental slavery. We have some really turbulent times ahead as the enemy won’t go away quietly. Even travelling today feels edgy, and yet another trial of faith. Other people can do a better job of the political analysis than I ever will — all I can do is report on “being Martin” through this continued upheaval and insanity. It is the only subject that I am uniquely quantified to expound upon! I feel a muted joy at how my many earlier years of Q-themed work may come to bear a sad fruit of unhappy truths.

Parrots can live to 80+ years old if cared for well. Pongo is in his early 30s, so older than many voters in this election, although omitted to cast his lot in this plebiscite as a legal alien species. What may come of yesterday evening may be more long-lasting friendship with some extremely hospitable Americans who like to fly down the Aspen ski slopes.

Ultra Taco Tuesday leaves an appreciation of the perspective of the parrot who wants to fly but cannot as his wings are clipped. Pongo could be around to see Barron Trump become President! I am sure he will have plenty to say about it. Pongo’s interjections are far more absorbing than any of the TV personalities. At least America’s eagle is about to fly again, even if Pongo the parrot cannot (much).

Fall light on the Aspen leaves