Crisis Dogs

The clock is ticking, hard to believe that January is almost over.  I can’t limit myself to mocking how ludicrous the near 50% record on sports predictions is without at least one more jab at the ineptitude of the New World Order, orvat least their (our?) selective incompetence.  So get ready for this gem.

The death of Boo(?), the World’s Cutest Dog.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=F5Pss6Qte2c&t=166s

Now if you’re like me, you don’t actually make it through the video and I’d had enough after a minute or so.  If Gematria has any predictive powers it’s that I absolutely knew what was coming in the comments as soon as I saw the title.  And boy I wasn’t disappointed.

A running dialogue on how Boo isn’t actually dead, but a “crisis actor”, shipped around between mass shootings we suppose.  Instead of a ferocious attack dog, a manly type dog like a pibble or rottie or at least a Labrador, the symbol of New World, the team mascot so to speak, is tiny little Boo.  The World’s most adorable puppy who:

1). Has an infinite life span.
2). Is going to be cloned just in case the life span thingie doesn’t work out.
3). Is likely a tranny.

Now you’ve crossed a line that really shouldn’t be crossed.  It’s one thing to expose the NWO use of blown calls in an NFL game, but don’t ever, ever, not ever fuck with their dogs.

Think to Independence Day, back in the days when Will Smith was still cool before becoming a Scientology sympathizer.  You know when they are trapped in the tunnel and shit is exploding all around that NOTHING mattered more than if Boomer the dog made it behind the flimsy maintenance closet door to safety.  To hell with Jasmine. She made her life choices and stood by them and good for her to raise her son as a single Mom by shaking her booty.  Never mind the kid, you KNOW he’s going to be fine because Hollywood needs a cute kid to tug at the heart strings, at least until the sequel where he can be grown up and killed in battle by an alien laser blast.  But if Boomer goes boom, you will cry like a baby.

Think to John Wick.  Never mind that he got beaten up.  Never mind that his car was stolen.  But when the big boss hears the report that, “they killed John Wick’s dog.” you KNOW your days are numbered.  Especially when the dog replacement gets a significant upgrade later in the movie to a pittie bull.

These are the kind of issues that lead to the retirement of NWO Hitman Extraordinaire Deluxe Supreme, Bob.

NWO Boss Type Guy:  Bob.  We’ve got a contract for you.  Boo, the World’s Cutest Dog, has gone rogue.  We need you to take him out*and make it look like an accident.
Bob the Hitman:  Couldn’t we just wait a couple year’s and let it die from old age?
Boss:  Nope.  We have to set an example.   You don’t become a scary evil empire by letting the World’s Cutest  Dog get away with the shit this mutt has pulled.  The dog dies or you die.

Bob proceeds to off a dog the same size, burns the corpse beyond recognition and Boo lives to crisis act another day.  Don’t fuck with Bob the Hitman’s Wick-ed love of dogs.

Okay.  18 likes on the comment that the dog isn’t really dead.  So, you’re telling me that the evil empire that can manufacture hurricanes, has access to direct energy weapon technology, can raise athletes from birth to miss a dunk at the exact right time left on the 24 second shot clock in a meaningless preseason game, etc... is going to spend the time worrying about what happens to one dog?  I’m a bit skeptical.

I haven’t had this much fun since Hurricane Harvey where the incompatible story lines of what was going on just exploded in the comments section.  It’s like the word version of Pi numerology where everybody had something to say and the whole mush doesn’t make any sense, because as long as you agree with me today every idiot comment is a good comment.  Is Boo really dead?  Is Boo really alive?  Is Boo a clone, and if so is that really the same Boo or has the numerology changed for clone Boo?  Was cloning a second Boo a mistake, making him a Boo Boo? (Hah!). And why wasn’t Boo sacrificed in some more atrocious manner like a dagger through the puppy heart in preparation for the Antichrist, Tom Brady, playing in the Super Bowl?

Don’t worry faithful readers, I’m not anti-Boo or anti-dog.  If you want I can make a numerology narrative for any story you want of what happened or will happen to Boo.  Pretty much every small number equals every other small number in some manner.  It’s just that in the cycle of new pro-Gematria viewers they haven’t seen all of the alteration tricks yet.  I can make Boo happily alive providing stud services** or a clone or about to be decapitated in a train wreck or whatever you want.  And I’ll do it for free.

* Mob hit lingo for killing, not a pee break
** Not sure if Boo is male or female.  I can make it either or both if you want the tranny dog angle.