Eric Dubay

I'm simply saying that there is a way to be sane. I'm saying that you can get rid of all this insanity created by the past in you. Just by being a simple witness of your thought processes, that is my method of meditation. It is not a prayer because there is no thought to pray. It is simply sitting silently witnessing the thoughts passing before you, just witnessing, not interfering, not even judging. The moment you judge you have lost the pure witness. The moment you say this is good, this is bad, you have already jumped into the thought process. It takes a little time to create a gap between the witness and the mind, but once the gap is there you are in for a great surprise: You are not the mind! You are the witness, a watcher, and this process of watching is the very alchemy of real religion because as you become more and more deeply rooted in witnessing, thoughts start disappearing and a moment comes, there is no thought at all. You are, but the mind is utterly empty. That's the moment of enlightenment. That is the moment when you become for the first time unconditioned, sane, really free human being.

Flat Attack by Eric Dubay

Eric is Bananaman!

Thousands Of Miles Of Flat Earth by Eric Dubay

Yup Yup!

They're trashing our rights!

This Could Be Us by Eric Dubay

Oh Yeah

Joe Rogan, me and him were having a flat Earth discussion and I said let's just settle this once and for all. Why don't we get Eric Dubay versus Neil DeGrasse Tyson on JRE? That would destroy the internet! And Joe was all for it. Joe said we can fucking make that happen. He contacts Neil DeGrasse Tyson, goes "dude I contacted Neil, we're gonna do it." I contact Eric Dubay, I go, "it's fucking happening." Joe Rogan even put it on his schedule. He talked about it on his podcast. And right when it was announced, Eric Dubay's YouTube channel gets deleted. But he still wants to do it. You go to his YouTube channel. He's made a video going, "Joe, when is this gonna happen? Look, you put it on your schedule, you talked about it on your podcast, when's it gonna happen?" Joe wants to make it happen. The problem is Neil DeGrasse Tyson. He don't want none of Eric Dubay.

They got to me guys. They’ve been torturing me. Taped my eyelids open and forced me to watch V Sauce. They made me dress like a woman. They won’t let me write books or articles anymore. I can’t even make informative YouTube videos. They’re forcing me to release poorly mixed rap music, trying to kill the flat Earth movement. But don’t worry, it’s alright, I got a plan, hold on tight. I’m just gonna make best damn poorly mixed rap music that I can. Gonna cram solid grams of Eastern truth into this jam like it’s name brand Gerber baby brain food from Japan. Like Ayn Rand in a can, the truth’s in high demand, and the man can’t stand when Eric wrecks his plans. Got them searching foreign lands, got them eating out of my hands, like oh we just discovered gravitational waves, damn. Yoga guy’s back with a rapid attack and a song full of facts to go along with the track. Doin’ old school rap with a new wave trap and a hard core back made to frame these facts so your mind can grasp where the hell I’m at when I say the Earth’s flat and your mom is fat and the jews are bad and we’ve all been had by a tribe of fags putting Rabbis lips on babies dicks while claiming it’s so religious to do this shit to our poor kids. They cut the skin off of our boys, they call us goys, suppress our voice, we have no choice, so don’t be coy, let’s make some noise, I’m not on roids, this rage is real, and you can’t deal with what I feel! You are blind so fuck what you say, I’ll expose the flat Earth and Heil Hitler all day. Chant the verses and repeat them like a mantra then crash your lucid dream when these beats come to haunt ya. I’ll be all up in your head like a medulla oblongata and you’ll just be fucking dead like you were born in gaza. Stop eating my friends! You fucking parasitic vampires, massive scale compassion fail, you psychopathic assholes. Eating meat is not healthy or even necessary, and human bodies were designed to be a vegetarian. If you disagree with me I’ll come and see your family, kill your dog and eat your cat, then tell you that it’s natural. I’ll say I needed protein and then claim that plants don’t have it, I’ll say I like the taste and pretend that that’s not selfish. Say plants have feelings too and flesh is so delicious, so what’s so wrong with eating your family pet for breakfast? How about some consistency here you hypocrites? It’s okay to eat fish, birds, pigs, and cows, but don’t touch Fluffy and Fido Eric, no, put them down, what are you doing? What the fuck man? I thought you’re a vegetarian, yeah, that’s why I ate your dog with side of fried asparagus. It is so hilarious that you all think I’m serious but you must be delirious if you can’t see you’re hypocrites. Your diet is violently killing animals silently in a slaughterhouse somewhere while you’re just chillin’ at Barnaby’s. And I know you don’t wanna participate in their murder but ordering corpses for dinner causes more slaughters, you sinner. So stop thinking you’re a winner with your rib and chicken dinner ‘cause you’re really just an idiot that doesn’t get the picture. Flip the scripture, who’s the victim? Forbidden fruit is flesh, this is sick man. No matter whether you’re eating a human or an animal you’re being a cannibal when consuming a salmon or when you’re eating a hamburger cause they used to be animals dammit happy with families ‘til you ended them prematurely, fucking asshole. Stop eating meat you compassionless bastards, if you are what you eat then you’re a bunch of rotten assholes, get it? You think it’s alright because you don’t hear them cry, they’re just living their lives, they do not want to die. They have a purpose and place, and that’s not on your plate. Can’t wait for the day this slaughter ends but until then fuck humans animals are my friends.

Yo, I made a decision like 10 years ago, I’m on a mission, I wrote it down, here’s what it says bro. “I’m gonna end the NWO on my own” yeah I know, sounds pretty egoistic and optimistic, but someone’s gotta do it, and I’m a mystic, I saw the future, and when they finally find and kill me that’s what’s gonna prove it. This goes out to all the Rothschilds and Rockefellers, corporate shills and their Freemason sell-outs, lobbyist pricks eatin’ dicks under the tables, Bohemenian Grovers burning our children, Kissenger I’ve been sent as death’s messenger, Obama, Bushes, Clintons and all you minions, guess what, we know your addresses, just wishing you the best and, hope you sleep tight every night when this track hits the presses. By the way, thanks for 9/11 you assholes, the patriot act, stimulus package, banker bailouts, constant lies, wars, crimes stealing our lives, Priests and CPS raping our child, TSA grabbing your genitals, DHS checking your decibels, NSA watching you play with your testicles, NASA laughing with their fake telescopes, RASA copyin’ it all for the communists, JAXA Asians playing the same game and taxing the shit out their brain-washed populations, CIA recruiting the best of ya, DEA raiding your vegetable garden, LAPD shooting your dog’s face in, call it a mistake, then let you pay for the privilege. Fuck you very much you stone cold killers. There’s no excuse for what you do you get paid in stolen bills, taxation is thievery and the government’s more mafia than the Godfather trilogy. Get a real job, private sector mother-fucker, the government is for criminals. Check this subliminal: none of them are for the people. Public servant’s an oxy-moron you morons, there’s more arms in their arms than Hindu gods holding guns in a funhouse. The deck is stacked, and you can’t fight back when the dealer’s sealed behind bullet-proof glass. Hence voluntaryist rap, this here resort is my last, and so if anyone asks, why Dubay’s murdering tracks, it’s cause he’ll never relax until the people can grasp their fucking power and act. This the next level shit bitches, indy rap from that flat earth guy destroying tracks and the entire industry while I’m at it expose your favorite rapper as being crapper than a lung full of dung trying spit this track out. Blacker than the black hole in Steven Hawkins brain-stem, white rapper make you forget eminem’s name then slim shady fading into the background when Dubay steps in eclipsing the mainstream like Rahu peeking around Meru, you’re see-through, like blue through the afternoon Moon, I see through ya, and I’ll peek-a-boo ya, like your deadbeat dad shoulda coulda done to you. Now hurry along son you probably should go before this flow hits the coast of your mainland bro it’s gonna blow all you know out proverbial windows and turn you all into ghosts, turn your mall into posts, gonna call in the coast guard, do you like Rothbart, turn you to a swan yah, force feed you then eat you like fois gras, point is you’re dead brah. This last verse goes out to all the soldiers, no thanks for your service and no you’re not a hero. I don’t support your purpose, cause you’re just a bandolero, sent over-seas by some banker’s ones and zeros, to bring home all the cheese for your fat rat masters. You’re wearing dog tags cause that’s how they see ya as animals to slaughter for their Gucci and their Prada. You know you really oughta stop and think before you go man, cause soldiers stop being heroes when they leave their own homeland. Wait for a moment, consider what this song says, you can’t defend America by fighting over-seas and there’s nothing in the middle-east but Israel’s enemies! Come back home guys! They washed your minds with lies and sent you all to fucking die!

Life on the ball, fantastic we don’t fall, amazing how the sun can shine so high. Life on the ball, gravity explains it all, be thankful that the moon remains in your sky. You don’t have to be three standard deviations higher than the average Asian to see someone’s pissing down your leg and telling you it’s raining. Who’s your teacher? I’ll step in the class and touch ‘em. Lessons to smash and crush ‘em. Weapons of mass destruction. Itching to gas and flush ‘em. I know you know my motto. Nothing precedes my duty. They call me Obligato. They think the house is holy. Its incommunicado. They’re full of guacamole. I’ll crush the avocados. Call me the virtuoso, now that means aficionado, master of the Stratocaster, wizard with a pizzicato. Luciferian foolishness is what you follow, believing you’re on a ball you have all knelt down to swallow. Fuck all your bravado. If you’re dissing mister Dubay you’re dead or your head’s just hollow. I used to marvel at your little blue marble but now it’s impossible to countenance your global model. Yo, Dubay’s back to blast tracks and to ask you questions, final mass class, the last flat pastor’s pending, first class broken glass globe package sending with a message to the Jews that your reign is ending. Like Payday said, Warriors are gatherin’, so here’s a smatterin’ of what your stupid fucking sheeple ass should be askin’ NASA: why the race with RASA? How’d you get there faster? Where’s the original tapes and telemetry data? You said you lost it, but what’s the cost? And you spent billions of our dollars turning us all into ballers, now take the fall and while you’re stallin’ ponder who you Jews and Masons gonna call when the ball is burnin’? When the world ain’t turning and the people learnin’ that it was you that lied to us told us we were moving. My mission’s coming to fruition, I don’t envy you dude, the end is coming so soon, your blue moon is through. Now tell me why do seemingly logical men behave hostile when you question the orthodoxical nature of their gospel? And present several obstacles that render it impossible to reconcile the assertions they read in periodicals. The masses can’t stop screaming with emphatic passion. They have been inculcated in a dogmatic fashion. They do not know the extent to which NASA’s lyin’. They can’t wrap their curved mind around the flat horizon. It isn’t that surprising when they feel they’ve got a license to utter utter fallacies like Neil DeGrasse Tyson. Saying the Earth is pear-shaped, what you free-basin’? You are just an actor clown front-man Freemason, tilting your Earth 23.4 degrees leaving you with 66.6 now you’re on your knees fellating these demons, see Satan has stolen your power at 66,600 miles an hour.

I was weary at first, but Eric Dubay has some compelling arguments supporting Flat Earth that can't be explained. Oh my God, Eric Dubay!? Yo Joe Rogan, what you been smoking? You know the Earth's flat, and that's your Fear Factor. You're just a failed actor, sold out to NASA, Neil Tyson's pear-shaped balls on your breath yeah, oh lucky lucky like one of Hugh's Bunnies, remembered that bit from when you used to be funny. What the fuck!? Fuckers. The Flat Earth. Someone was calling me a Flat Earth sell-out. Fuck these guys. Fuck Eric Dubay. If he's ever on this show I wanna be outside waiting with a fucking baseball bat. Ok Eric. Ok Trevor. What the fuck ever. Threaten me with violence, I'll hit back with a feather. Keep your baseball bat and your piss-stained beard because the Earth's still flat and your tats are weird. Dinosaurs are fake and your mate there's queer. Now I'll drink me a juice while you have you a beer. I'm glad I brought a lot of beer. You shill, they're coming at you now with Flat Earth knowledge. Bring it. Gonna confront you with Flat Earth reality bro. You're a shill! You're a Flat Earth shill, a dinosaur shill! Statements like that, that he makes, are just fucking irritating. Yeah, I know, that's why I say them. Always piss paleontologists off when I see them, in museums or any other place, anywhere they're trying to lie to my face. Hey, by the way, anyone remember back when Joe had knowledge and passion, back when he showed the fake Moon landings, back when was the Last Comic Standing. He'd oust liars and put them in their place, like Carlos Menstealia laughing in his face. You know what's interesting about this guy is that he knows so much. Yeah, the guy that does 200 proofs the Earth is flat. He's using all this data that's actually factual. Think about it. Right now, you have 4 million subscribers that now know this video exists, that know Eric Dubay's name, that know that paleontologists can get riled up by this guy. They're now going to go look. His voice is annoying as fuck. Let's play more. Play more? No thanks. I'm out. Respect to Eddie Bravo for truly questioning everything, like you supposedly did Joe. Fuck you for saying supposedly. The comments are amazing. So have you extensively looked into his research. There's definitely some fuckery going on with most of the ISS footage. Like all the videos have all been faked, every one of them. There is no such thing as gravity. Oh my god, that blows my mind. I have a friend that doesn't believe in satellites. Just keep perpetrating the lie that the Earth is round. Dinosaurs are not real. You're not just a Flat Earth shill, but you are also a dinosaur shill. People love to fucking get worked up about non-sense. Private tour of JPL? Fuck yeah! That shit isn't research. You're not a scientist. You're not wearing a lab-coat. That's not research. His simple statements are looping in thousands and tens of thousands of employees and museums and all of that world-wide. This would be one of the largest conspiracies ever. So that's an absolute bullshit Eric Dubay outright lie. Eric, you're fucking wrong. Fuck you Eric Dubay! Fuck you Eric! Don't bring your Flat Earth bullshit into my profession. Fuck you. I will mock the living shit out of him until he wants to put himself into a chipper-shredder. We don't do it to try and convince the big mouth-pieces for these movements. We're trying to go for the people that aren't quite sure. If we embarrass the living fuck out of these people, those people will go "Wow, those guys are idiots, why did I even consider that the world is flat or that dinosaurs didn't exist?" We didn't shut them down early enough and now they're loud enough that we have a problem. http://www.EricDubay.com

The Flat Earth movement is taking on the world here. You are not living on a pear-shaped oblate sphere. Water finds its level, horizon stays flat, rises to your eyes, no matter where they’re at. The pole star hasn’t moved an inch in millennia, while the other constellations all around it turn perennial, group rotations in perfect formation never moving an inch from their relative locations. You’re not moving, the Earth is static, gravity is magic, the truth is tragic, you fell for some sad shit, time to redact it, Earth is flat, that’s that, can you grasp it? That last NAS-pic was faker than a spastic-ass crack-addict claiming to take his last hit. Your blue balls fit firmly in the cock-pit, of all your dog-shit bought by the public. But not me bitch I’m runnin’ through your gauntlet, of paid shills like water through a faucet, right quick like I knew from the on-set, you’d try to hijack and co-opt the movement. But not me see I’m runnin’ through your gauntlet, of paid shills like water through a faucet, right quick like I knew from the on-set, you’d try to hijack and co-opt the movement. Like Paul Bales sitting jealous in his bathrobe, or Steven Christ looking sly in his dim light, Orphan Red on her bed flashing gang signs, or Mark Sargent from a game-design standpoint, like Rayn Gryphon’s interpretive dances, Pat Steere’s fake smiles and furtive glances, Powerland’s weird songs and rambling rants, or like John le Bon always changing his stance. The shill M.O. it’s always the same, take the Flat Earth keyword and make it so lame, that it stays taboo and avoided like the plague, so it seems like your trolling and just playin’ a game, mix some misinformation and you’re ready to play, put Flat Earth in the title then you shills get paid, it’s as easy as that, just google hangouts all day, keep it kosher and bash on Eric Dubay. But not me bitch I’m runnin’ through your gauntlet, of paid shills like water through a faucet, right quick like I knew from the on-set, you’d try to hijack and co-opt the movement. But not me see I’m runnin’ through your gauntlet, of paid shills like water through a faucet, right quick like I knew from the on-set, you’d try to hijack and co-opt the movement. But you failed, under-estimated my drive, I’mma keep fightin’ for the rest of my life, exposing the truth, and destroying your lies, dethroning kings one at a time like my man Gerard Hickson, Thomas Winship, Samuel Rowbotham, and Charles K. Johnson, or my gals Lady Blount and Gabrielle Henriet, irrefutable proof is all you’re gonna get, like David Wardlaw Scott and A.E. Skellam, William Carpenter, Westfield, Eschini and Shenton your globe world disorder is what we are ending, veils are being lifted, that’s what you are sensing. Your control’s getting old, humanity’s moving on, we’re beyond playing chess, and we’re done being pawns, so prepare for the final checkmate, it’s on, once the tipping point’s hit, you mother fuckers are gone. But not me bitch I’m runnin’ through your gauntlet, of paid shills like water through a faucet, right quick like I knew from the on-set, you’d try to hijack and co-opt the movement. But not me see I’m runnin’ through your gauntlet, of paid shills like water through a faucet, right quick like I knew from the on-set, you’d try to hijack and co-opt the movement. http://www.EricDubay.com