AT THE WAKE OF POSEIDON

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POSTED IN POSEIDON PILLAR OF SAULT WEEPPETTE CRIMINAL OF ZION SHILLS
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PROLOGUE

If my slumbering past is but a prologue - to the follies that continue to follow in its wake, then I have no excuse to awaken it, unless perhaps to rekindle some long forsaken oath. While past experience teaches that most promises are made to be broken, on certain exceptional occasions a sacred vow must indeed be kept, if only for sake of some possible lasting benefit to posterity. So it was that later, I did foolishly propose to make such a promising promise, which I still have every best intention to carry out-

"Yet the blinding light of truth, and not the lies of Poseidon, will prevail in the end, and set us all free"

"As heretofore noted" at the terminus of a preceding blog entry by Quasimodo, entitled 9-11-07 - In the Wake of Poseidon, that particular account had been conceived mostly as a "wake in progress" and was therefore slated to be "periodically updated, primarily for research purposes only". Any of my diligent readers were thereby most heartily admonished - in no uncertain terms:

"Please be sure to stay tuned for a disastrous conclusion to this dire sea-going saga taking place"

AT THE WAKE OF POSEIDON

But to better distinguish between those ancient or modern-day entities which can be positively identified as Poseidon, and avoid confusion at all cost, it soon became necessary and expedient to derive an alternate pronunciation for the mythological Greek anonym of this latter day impostor. A proliferation of such derivations had once flourished on Wake Up From Your Slumber, to an extent of becoming a cottage industry. Some classic examples of this new idiom were -Poser Hidin, Poizioned, Pissodeion, Pussiedon, etc. ad infinitum. I might even suppose that inordinate name-calling, a vice at which this mythical character excelled, had thereby descended to a whole new depth. Thus I decided, for semantical reasons, to retain the original spelling, but to place a much easier and suitable accent on the first syllable 'Pose'. Further attempts at etymological innovation became a predictable exercise in futility however, seeing that subsequent events made it almost impossible to anticipate 'Poseidons' untimely demise. Henceforth, since it would now be an even worse disaster to fail in arriving at a final resolution for such a dreadful dilemma, and even though a "disastrous conclusion" was inevitable; by way of keeping my promise, I will hereby woefully attempt, throughout one last fatal episode, to finally put this "dire sea-going saga" to rest, for once and for all time…

AT THE WAKE OF POSEIDON

How, at last, was a figure so mythic never to lie in a tomb monolithic, or temple raised by mighty TEAM PARTHENON ? When such a false god had gone to grief, why never was chiseled a marble relief, to carve a pose of his ponerous nose upon ? By falsehood fraught, his name was naught, and his life but a corpse, anon…as it came to a close, to lie in repose...

AT THE WAKE OF POSEIDON

OBITUARY

Results of Inquest

Official Time of Death was reported to be a bit past 5 o’clock in the afternoon, at which time Poseidon was found indisposed, sprawled headlong on his bathroom floor, whilst bleeding profusely from his neck, no longer visibly respirating from his gills. Official Date of Death could not be precisely determined at this time because of subjects’ adherence to an Atlantean calendar.

A Fatal Implement

Initial Findings of Autopsy revealed a massive and fatal loss of blood, aggravated by subjects’ habit of going for the jugular. Official Cause of Death was finally determined as due to a slit throat, being accidentally inflicted by Lord Poseidon himself, by his own hand, while attempting to remove his copious beard with Ockhams’ Razor, when it sprouted heavily at 5 o’clock.

A Prior Suspect

The Original Proprietor of that fabled razor, with which Poseidon did away with himself, had formerly been accused of engaging in a violent struggle with Poseidon to regain possession of his precious tonsorial artifact, long after he once loaned it out to him at interest, several years ago. But following an exhaustive inquiry, that was determined not to have been the case. After being repeatedly queried by Investigator Kerr of Scotland Yard, about certain probable motives that he might have had for assaulting Poseidon, the suspect, under an alias of ‘exposedeceiver’, made the following admission, as a protestation of his innocence, in order to establish an alibi. It turns out that on more than one occasion, the razor had been mispropriated by a village wanker otherwise known as Peter Sault. For this reason, Kerr is not predisposed at this time to bring specific charges of assault, because Sault has been a suspect as well. An account of Poseidon-Sault abuse of Ockhams’ Razor can be found further below.

Notorious Suspect WILLIAM of OCKHAMS' 5 o'clock Shadow

exposedeceiver said - "Rather than pretend to have missed the video, Kerr should declare me to be a fake Poseidon, brought in by Zionists as part of a damage limitation exercise after Kerr succeeded in blowing Sault's cover as Poseidon." "Kerr probably thinks that William of Ockham was Jewish!"

Surviving Family of Lord Poseidon, in his own rite

"As far as I am aware, my family were totally English. My ancestors would have been Christian, but I am an atheist, my father was an atheist, my mother used to be slightly religious but decided it did not help her. My maternal grandparents probably were quite religious; they used to have hymn books at their home. But I've never even seen a Talmud! Paternal grandparents - less religious. I only had the one uncle, my father's sister's husband. None of the older relatives are interested in Zionism, and I understand they have simply gone along with the official stories about 9/11, "holocaust", etc, and never really looked into it. Younger relatives are more receptive to my perspective. My father lived until I was about 45, a few years ago..."

...some Posthumous Anecdotes of Poseidon...

"So it turns out that Poseidon was quite the family man after all ! I distinctly recall how nobly he insisted that he would never reveal any of his personal details on the internet, on account of his family. After all, the latest videos on his international debut of awesome musical performances would never really count toward such unwelcome exposure, I’m sure. At least not from his own holocaust denial standpoint." ~ Casey Quasimodo

"When I Skyped with Poseidon, he confided to me that he was not only an atheist, but also a practicing Ego Deist, and a non-practicing Jew. That might help to explain why he actually preferred to be cremated. He also mentioned that he wanted to make some kind of final statement about the holocaust, by having a ritual wake as a burnt offering. I can still remember telling him it sounded like a load of wank." ~ Criminal of Zion

"Never mind that unlike myself, a traditional Catholic, Poseidon and Peter Sault are both atheists... "Poseidon is most definitely not PeterSault." "I viewed him via webcam in my last conversation with him. He was very cute, and much, much better looking than Peter Sault!" ~ Weeppette

"If I had only known Poseidon was having a ritual wake, I would have brought my Talmud, and said an extra Kol Nidre." ~ A Posthumous Porpoise

"Poseidon never gave me any reason to suspect he was a Crypto-Zionist. In fact, Poseidon was one of the movements' most valuable members.... His comments were always insightful and informative and thoroughly supported by links and references to his sources." ~ I Am Curious Wave

Exposedeceiver had nothing but contempt for a certain individual who failed to show up at the wake of Poseidon...

"Now we know why ZioShillBeware, aka Brenda, a fake "Christian" and self-admitted drug dealer, refuses to show his face. His Khazarian attributes are probably only too obvious!"

Schedule of Obsequies

Special arrangements for the last funeral obsequies of Poseidon were executed in a rather haphazard manner, by an ill-reputed undertaker from Down Under, who operated his mortuary business from a methamphetamine lab which doubled as an embalming facility. All such arrangements were kept strictly private among Poseidons’ closest associates, one of which, a certain obsequious Criminal of Zion, just so happened to be that self-same aforementioned practitioner. Along with the laboratory, his various undertakings had fallen under increasing scrutiny after he had been caught proliferating Jewish propaganda on the internet, as a promotional ploy for his marketing of narcotics. Now that most of Poseidons’ own remaining family members had since perished in an imaginary holocaust after he was forced to go public, he had but a paltry handful of real friends left, who amounted to hardly a scant half dozen attendees at the grim proceedings, which took place largely on a deserted stretch of beach downwind of Perth. A makeshift wake parlor was conveniently situated atop the underground meth lab, only a few hundred yards away from a secluded strand where his aborted cremation transpired. But curious onlookers and stragglers could not be prevented from wandering into the vicinity. Prohibitive measures had to be taken to intercept anyone who would not respect the divine privacy of His Most High Poseness. Lord Poseidon had been very explicit in his Last Will and Old Testament that he wanted a closed cask until such time as his remains were heaped onto the pyre.

A new ‘Remote Viewing’ option was suggested by principal mourner Weeppette, being divinely inspired by her fond memories of webcamming with Poseidon, but also in anticipation of the noxious fumes produced by open cremation, it was of course advisable to view it from the most remote vantage point obtainable. This novel concept appealed to her because she wasn’t sure if she could stand the strain of close proximity with her distant beloved during a final consummation, and in the event of any sudden change in plans, she wouldn’t be lost, like Dorothy in the Land of Oz, which was no place like home. She thought she might not feel like such a retard if she watched it all from Oxnard. Nonetheless, herself and those few intimates in attendance ultimately chose to forego this remote option in order to more fully partake of the last lingering odious essence of Poseidon. So whenever Weepette found out, ( in an email from a mysterious ‘Tom Goy’), that Poseidons’ own fave rave wannabe internet radio host, the Pied Piper, had gone so far as to cancel his ‘No More Wars for Israel’ conference in order to cover the Poseidon ceremonies, she knew she had to be there for him in the flesh, as well as in her “Traditional Catholic” spirit. We can thank the Dead Bishop for that much, although he was unavailable to officiate for any traditional Last Rites, after being unceremoniously banned by Weeppette for revealing her jewelry. But the Criminal of Zion had already immunized himself through many years experience of huffing assorted solvents, along with formaldehyde, so any prohibitive factors could have mattered less in his own case. For all of the rest, this foolish decision to participate at close range later proved to have several undesirable after-effects, including lung and skin cancers, but especially some odd cases of a severe psychological disturbance from “holocaust remembrance” triggered by reviewing close-up photographs of Lord Poseidons’ pagan, pyrotechnic death ritual. The Criminal of Zion made quite sure to procure these in sufficient quantity, which he later profferred for sale on the internet as a means of catering to his preferred necrophiliac client base, and promoting his various criminal enterprises.

Poseidons’ carcass had been installed in a custom designed Saultwater cask, then shipped from Outer Hebrides down under to Perth, aboard a whaling vessel. To escape any unwelcome notice, it was stowed away in the hold as a barrel of whale oil, and delivered several weeks later at the wake parlor without fanfare, camouflaged as an order of fuel. Zion Lab was the only facility of its kind where an experimental post mortem treatment could be secured for Lord Poseidon. However, because of the higher moisture content of Poseidons’ scaly flesh, accumulated barnacles, and his saturated, waterlogged carcass, all ensuing efforts to incinerate him were predestined to fail miserably. One might have thought that any competent mortician would readily anticipate such an undesirable outcome, but due to several avoidable miscalculations, ( which never would have occurred if Poseidon had been doing the math ), these new treatments rapidly devolved into quite an underhanded undertaking. It would appear that instead of doing the math, Criminal of Zion was doing the meth. Succumbing to crushing despair occasioned by his tragic loss of a trusted confidante and profitable associate, he had started shooting again. It soon became obvious that because of his flagrant necrophiliac tendencies, the Criminal had other personal designs of his own on the corpse, as well. He was having some serious second thoughts about himself - "Steve aka Poseidon, who I've come to know and like, harbored serious doubts about me after reading Kerr's Crimes of Zion "exposes", until we spoke via Skype and made use of my webcam. Kerr aka PlanetQuo wouldn't know a Zionist operation if one came up and bulldozed a Palestinian home in his face".

In full accordance with last wishes of Lord Poseidon, there was no viewing of his remains prior to his cremation, so that morbid detail was fortunately avoided. Much to the Criminals’ relief, this allowed him a brief window of opportunity to requisition the corpse and administer another special postmortem treatment, so as to make one last desperate stab at revitalization. He went right back to his work undaunted, heedless of any possible legal or professional repercussions if he was ever caught in the act of violating a corpse, not to mention his experimental injection of it with home-cooked meths, in a patently illegal procedure. Yet he still truly believed in his own product, that it would somehow produce an efficacious effect of achieving a divine miracle which he so desperately sought. So he proceeded to riddle his divine cadaver with countless brutal jabs and punctures, in a frustrated attempt to locate a major artery that might sufficiently serve as a vessel of new life. But he encountered substantial difficulty in penetrating its hardened, lobster-like outer carapace, which was encrusted with whale puke. He eventually had to utilize a powerful pneumatic syringe that once belonged to his old shooting buddy, Daryl Bradford Smith, who was also known to have a tough hide. In addition to his own 100% adulterated methamphetamine, the preparation primarily consisted of 100% pure adrenochrome, which he was able to extract from a steady stream of stiffs at his disposal, and MDA, or 'Ecstasy', which he obtained for personal and professional purposes from a Posthumous Porpoise. Another additive, Zioscorpamine, (a distillate of Israeli Giant Yellow Scorpion venom), served as a possible antidote for Poseidons’ post-mortal brain cancer.

Once a suitable channel was located, and penetration was finally accomplished, a maximum dosage was delivered with rapid fire injection of the Smith syringe. Much to the Criminal of Zions’ dismay, there was no immediate improvement or visible change to be observed in the overall condition of His Royal Carcass. His vital dorsal area remained in a state of permanent rigormortis, although a slight flutter could be observed when the full force of injection first took effect, creating an initial false impression of imminent resuscitation. But alack, that miracle was never to become a reality at last, and this bizarre experiment in fatality represented a major high point of failure for the Criminal of Zion, not only due to his deep emotional attachment, but because he had such a large personal stake invested in its outcome. He had spared no expense in accomodating these last obsequies of Poseidon, even when it meant dipping into his own personal stash for good measure. He even decided, after a great deal of mental anguish and paranoia about Kerr, to install a landline telephone right on site at Zion Lab. Though he soon lapsed into a state of inconsolable melancholia, he still had some consolation in knowing that he had given it his best shot, and he could never be faulted for trying. With the best Ziotechnology at his disposal, he knew deep down that he did his level best to restore the former glory that was Lord Poseidon.

Once his royal entrails were regally prepared, and properly pickled in formaldehyde, all that remained now was to deliver his punctured remnant to the pyre. He set aside whatever dregs and residual juices were left in the cask, recalling that Weepette said she wanted some for a broth to make Saultwater taffy. Then the Criminal of Zion gingerly reinserted His Royal Cadaver into the Saultwater cask and shut it tight, in full accordance with last wishes of Lord Poseidon. As furious waves of Poseidons’ wrath crashed onto an outer reef and tumbled ashore, the Bake At the Wake of Poseidon was about to commence...

Please stay tuned for another take...

SHAKE AND BAKE AT THE WAKE

And be sure not to miss...

SPLITTING HAIRS WITH OCKHAM'S RAZOR

*Entities should not be multiplied unnecessarily*