Kraken World

I fight monsters, and fighting monsters is a tough business to be in.

In the real world, I’m an average Joe. I work a job and pay my stupid taxes. I don’t cause trouble, and I do as I’m told. I follow the rules, bub.

Sure, in my head, I get to live my life in a kind of dream world, a self-created fantasy land where I get to be the hero.. but at some point, we’re all forced to deal with reality. Gotta make the donuts, chief.

Regardless, that’s the real-world stuff, the day to day jiving while surviving. The keeping the lights on in the cave sort-a-stuff.

The only reason I’ve continued to play along with society’s little game up to this point was to have a life where I could work on my own projects, like creating music, writing stories or fighting monsters.

‘The kraken is a legendary sea monster of gigantic size and cephalopod-like appearance in Scandinavian folklore. According to the Norse sagas, the kraken dwells off the coasts of Norway and Greenland and terrorizes nearby sailors.’

However, that’s all changed now. Biscuits and gravy don’t seem to cut it anymore; the rules have all been uprooted, replanted.

In fact, they can’t seem to stop changing those precious rules on us. Well, I refuse to abide by this nonsense any more.

As I’ve said before, I don’t believe any of this virus business.

Point of fact, as a scientist (physics), I don’t adhere to virus theory to begin with. I have no beef with anyone that does, but I’m being strangled to death by the fear-ridden people who do.

Have we completely lost the fundamental idea that people are allowed to have different opinions?

It kind of seems like we have.

Word on the street is that you now have to obey the whim of the masses or suffer the consequences. Democracy is sounding more and more each day like a ‘rule by mob’ type of situation.

As our rights are stripped away, one by one, the dark ages return, bringing with them all those ugly things we haven’t had to deal with for so long.

It’s become an unbearable world again, which always gives birth to the good guys versus bad guys scenario. In a lot of ways, this pushes the real world into what was just a fantasy world, for me and everyone else.

Sides will have to be chosen; stand in the middle of the road, squish like grape.

For me, I’ve already chosen.

I fight monsters.

-I am Crandew




People Farm

It’s soul harvesting time, here on the people farm; there’s simply no better way to put it, folks.

As the wise, old peacock, Max Igan has observed, “everything is melting down.” Our entire system of control is in flux, society is being torn down and restructured.

Nothing you see on the media or hear from the politicians is connected to reality; it’s all fabricated, fake, being pushed to keep you angry, confused, and perpetually in fear.

So much easier to control that way. A man in fear for his life can be made to do most anything. Anything.

Pretty heavy stuff, huh?

It may sound too symbolic or conspiratorial for you to fully wrap your head around, but denying what’s happening won’t help or change anything; you’ll either be awake for the operation, or not.

The WEF, a real group of globalist elites, doesn’t care about you at all. Agenda 21 is a real agenda they’re promoting right now, and it’ll wipe out everything you ever thought was normal.

So, buckle-up buttercup, because this is going to be a wicked crazy year. And don’t get me wrong, I’m just as much a spectator in all this as everyone else.

I’m still hoping Superman might fly in and save the day, but so far, there’s been no sign of the man in blue coming to save us.

We’re pretty much on our own for this one.

-I am Crandew





Something about the start of another weekend, never gets old.

Hope everyone has had a good week. These are such crazy times. Also, it looks like January ran by us at top speed.

Go figure.

One thing I’ve noticed is that the older I get, the faster the days fly by.

Seems so unfair.

I have a feeling next week might be crazier than this one, but no need to theorize about things that haven’t happened yet.

It’ll be here soon enough, I suppose.

As far as the now goes, almost time to grab my book, put away the smart phone, and get back to the basics with some good, old-fashioned reading.

Can’t wait!

Rock on!

-I am Crandew




Double Mask World

I can’t sugarcoat this, it’s far too important. The biggest threat we face today is the fallacy of blindly trusting authority.

Our leaders have all gone rogue. I don’t trust a single one of them. I’m more inclined to believe the exact opposite on everything they say.

I’m hearing that double masking is now a consideration, and that there are new tests out that require you to stick a cotton swap up your rear.

Folks, isn’t it possible, they’re just messing with us at this point?

Seems a lot like they might be pushing things as far as possible, just to see exactly how controlled we already are. This is not really an exaggeration, if anything, it’s more of an understated observation.

I wonder why more people aren’t pushing back harder against this lunacy?

I think we need to stop blindly following guidelines.

We want our world to stop being wrecked, to one day get healthier, right? Perhaps we need to stop following idiotic rules that make no sense in order for that to happen.

What’s next? Let’s think this through a bit.

Dead people can’t really spread the virus, so perhaps wearing fourteen masks, thereby cutting the oxygen supply off completely isn’t off the table yet?

I’m being facetious here, but does anyone really expect this nonsense to stop? Ever?

It’s been a year already.

I honestly don’t know a single person that’s even been sick, much less died. There’s no way that could even be remotely possible during a pandemic, is there?

Is it possible this could have been a scam from day one?

I think we’ve all been played, like yesterday’s fiddle, and the outcome could be even more disastrous.

-I am Crandew




The Wind At Our Feet

I think I’m finally coming around, warming my hands by the fire.

It’s been a long, cold winter this year, but I wouldn’t go so far as to call it especially dark, at least not yet. I miss my freedoms.

I can’t stop longing for the way things used to be. In a lot of ways, I pine for liberty.

All of those wonderfully, mundane things are now missing, lost to the world like when dust becomes caught within cracks.

So many of the things we all took for granted are now just gone.

“Life sure is complicated, mister,” the future said.

“You got that right,” replied the present.

-I am Crandew





What was it that all of those strange people were trying to tell us.. something about our hopes and dreams, about our peculiar way of life?

I must have dozed off, missed that part. The mind tends to wander, especially when people blather on and on about things they know absolutely nothing about. It’s easier to just zone them all out.


Footsore from all the hiking, I couldn’t bear to take my eyes off that ocean-like landscape before me. The multitude of oranges and reds, racing around like rabbits across a wheat field.

The light was still faint, just barely skirting along the edges of the dark rise beyond. All of this played itself out like a newborn, each day, just before the breaking dawn.

I sometimes feel the same way, as though I’m suspended by threads of silk from an angels breath, newly born each day.


If you simply wanted to dance, my dear, I’m afraid your time has already come and gone. Too bad, really.

Perhaps your future, or that of your children, might at least be somewhat secure? I’m afraid not.

Everything that once was is now far, far out of our reach. You see, nothing was ever truly set in stone, thereby, in due time, it returned itself back to the ground, once more becoming mere sand.

A new dark age rises. It’s illusive yet mean, tough as nails on a chalk board, and it has just crested that hill over yonder.

This monster, having already made its way haphazardly along the west coast, is now headed due east, ravaging farms, and destroying castles along its way.

Its goal is to locate a proper domicile, one that might contain the bulk of its carnage. I believe it has found one now.

We stand at its doorstep, begging to be let in. Like the fools we’ve all become.

To survive, we’ll have to cast away everything it once meant to be human. Past, present, future. All now changed, vaporized, as if riding the wind sideways, and all gone missing without a single tear shed.

I’m not sure if anyone else realizes the full extent of this yet.

No matter.

An error only becomes a mistake the moment you decide not to fix it.

-I am Crandew




The Only Way To Win Is..

Nothing stirs the pot half as well as going off script.

Seriously, bub, you can take it to the bank from this old, crotchety pepper-head. I’ve watched it play out, time and time again, so quit arguing with me.

I’ll be forced to run you out of town and give you a knuckle sandwich to boot.

Follow the rules, everything is peachy. Don’t follow the rules, it’s a complete disaster.

What a sad, little joke our society has become. It’s almost as though we’ve forgotten what rules are in the first place; rules are completely made-up things.

Now son, what is it we tend to do with all those fancy, made-up things?

Don’t answer. I’ll take it from here.

We like to change those made-up things as we move along, modifying each one of them to suit our own purposes.

We drift their meanings, and yes Siree, move the dammed goalposts.

Two weeks to flatten the curve, my arse!

Just look at what’s been done to all the good people of Gotham. and just over the last year alone. Egads!

They’ve served us up every kind of goalpost shifting and lie imaginable. Masks are pointless, then masks are so needed. Lockdowns save lives.

Up and over the wheels, the wooden carriage goes.

I’m beginning to think that horse will never reach the carrot.

It’s all garbage, I tell you. Nothing was actually based on science. Just a little something you might consider sprinkling on top your grits, now and again.

Question remains the same each day.

What exactly are we going to do about all this? It’s a valid inquiry, and at some point, we’ll be forced to deal out a card.

Have we learned nothing from the movie War Games?

Guess not.

-I am Crandew




Truth vs Fiction

“What exactly is truth?”

“Well,” the old stepper answered, “truth is something that doesn’t need to be talked about or even written down. Truth is something that can’t be altered in any way, especially by any of your fancy, make-believe ideas.”

“That doesn’t really tell me much.”

This however did not seem to catch the old stepper off guard any. In fact, he seemed to have paused just long enough for me to have said it.

“You can cry about it all day long, Sunny Jim, or sing it’s praises to the high heavens,” he continued, “it remains exactly what it always was. Truth couldn’t care less about you.”


-I am Crandew





With the passing of another yesterday, mayhaps we can all move forward again.

There was a large group of people who really wanted all the bad guys to get locked up, and although I never put much stock in any of that ever happening, I can totally sympathize.

I mean, who doesn’t want justice to be served?

In this case, however, I don’t think anything will ever come of it. Here’s a good video by Anomaly, giving his take on the whole Q thing.


Here’s a link to his Bitchute channel: AN0MALY – NEWS & HIP-HOP (DREAMRARE)

-I am Crandew