Monday, February 19, 2018

I love you, Carlos!

They are quoting you at Metapedia:

"We call it the 'Hoaxoco$t' because it is a hoax, and it costs plenty. In addition to the jillions of dollars already paid out, directly or indirectly, in cash, goods, and services to Hoaxoco$t 'survivors' and the racketeer state of Israel since 1945, with new, improved 'Hoaxoco$t survivor' rip-offs, shake-downs, protection rackets, extortion rackets, blackmail schemes, and related swindles being invented and refined almost every week; one would need a computer to calculate the number of unprovoked 'air strikes', invasions, bombings, burnings, sinkings, shellings, confiscations, expulsions, tortures, book-burnings, beatings, arrests and detentions, both with and without trial, all caused by the insane delusion that we are fighting 'Hitler' every five seconds, in the need to prevent yet another 'Hoaxoco$t'(for the umpteenth time)."

As for that link that is supposed to be to your web site, what a hoot.  It's a flaming phoney.  Replete with photo-shopped images.  Here's a link for them to click:

I have read oceans of fake hater web sites.  It only drives the spike of my admiration in deeper.  Not the intended outcome.  The fake web site is designed to make readers feel disgusted with you.  It is an attempt to discredit and smear your name.  You have earned all the right enemies.  Charge on, my little thoroughbred.

Tuesday, August 29, 2017

War on Terror (Plot to Rule the Middle East)

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In this concise tour de force, Christopher Bollyn again proves his journalism.  Truth takes few words.

The hope of today's media is that we will get lost in their meandering mazes of twaddle.  Their objective is exposed in * The War on Terror -- The Plot to Rule the Middle East *

This little book is dearly wanted.  A timeline begins in 1977, taking the reader where he needs to go.   As the author reminds us, "the war on terror" has been going on for 16 years.  The power of news organs to corral public opinion is staggering.

Isn't it time that people looked up from their idiot boxes?  How dense do you have to be -- not to get your intelligence insulted by TV?

Most things worth knowing are written in books.  That is why universities have bookstores.  The lines are always long there because without the text, you cannot learn.  What you read is retained.  What you hear is often forgotten.  Everything revolves around the written word for this reason.  That is why the media pushes videos at you.  If you want to know a man's soul, read his books.

According to Bollyn, the same men who were involved in 9/11 were killing off German rocket scientists in the early 60's (Operation Damocles).  What stone did he leave unturned?  Bollyn exposes them all.

On page 83 we are treated to the loudest headline I have seen in years:  "Who Makes the Terrorist Videos?"  What a kicker.  I have been suspicious about where these things are really from.  And now I have my goods.  What a bust.

On page 108, he quotes a French intelligence officer, "The truth is, there is no Islamic army or terrorist group called Al Qaeda.  And any informed intelligence officer knows this." 

Bollyn's text is larded with quotations that hit you like two-ton bombs.  They are widely varied and come from all corners of the earth.  Though they span centuries and continents, they are strung together by one golden thread. 

Truth.  It has a flavor.

Get a fierce education in 142 pages.  Read Christopher Bollyn's latest book.

Tuesday, October 18, 2016

Dumping Ground

Let us take Juarez as a model.  

Team 666 has within it a hive of perverts whose fun entails rape and murder.  They have been at it for a while.  The first time I heard the term "snuff film" was in the 70's.  The definition came next.  Along with the comment, "these movies are coming out of Mexico."  My source for this information was a local construction worker whose conversation I overheard.  He had learned about it on the job from another man.  What sort of man, I thought, would know about such a thing?  Had to be one sick pervert who got his jollies from the underground.  

Juarez, Mexico is a border town where corporations have planted their sweat shops.  They employ poor girls as young as twelve who work 12-hour shifts in their factories.  "Made in Mexico" daddio.  Those jeans you're wearing are sewn together there.  These poor girls are exploited for two dollars an hour according to the freaks who get wood writing about it.  Internet's fulla the stuff.  As if this is not bad enough, they are preyed upon (in my studied opinion) by the same scum bags who get rich off the fruits of their labour.  Leo Frank done cum back from the grave.  Hanging one of them is not enough.  

Speaking of team 666.  They boldly dump the bodies of these girls all around Juarez factories.  They look like refuse from the snuff film industry.  As if to brag about their dirt.  Bodies grossly mutilated, raped and some missing organs.  Waste not want not.  Always some old coot trying to hang on to his money bags a little longer.  He knows he deserves killing and he knows he is going to hell.  Kidneys and livers are in high demand.  The joke's on you, joker.  Everybody dies.  

Who else would have the money and impunity to get away with recreational murder?  Who crackin' else?  Cut to new scene.  Megan Sharpton, Tullahoma, Tennessee in 2012.  They dumped her body right along the road, making sure that it would be seen.  A flaunt.  Daring anyone to do squat about it.  She was raped, mutilated and set on fire.  Looked like one of the Juarez girls to me.  Exactly to the letter.  I tried to get an interview with this girl's grieving mother and not long afterwards, a local paper said she "committed suicide."  I believe that one like I believe the hollow cost.  

When I went to work on this case it was rigged tighter than a buccaneer's brigantine.  They blocked my investigations at every turn.  I wrote the prison warden twice, trying to get an interview with the "convicted and confessed" murderer.  A married working class man with five kids.  No comment.  No reply.  At no level of the suspect's incarceration, would they let me talk to him.  He had zero motive.  They were spreading local smears about him that sounded like concocted damage control.  All about how "the murderer" and his wife tried to engage the victim in a threesome but she refused.  Big deal.  The kind of people who engage in that activity are honourless anyway.  Hardly worth going to prison over.  Unless that is, if you are a rich man with a fancy title and reputation to protect.  Then such a girl would have to die.  Now wouldn't she.  

What "well-connected" rich man goes to prison?    

Since team 666 is notoriously two-bird, that may have been the case to boot.  Why not make her the star of a snuff movie also.  There is a big market for those.  Always crooked money to be made.  Probably what kinds of movies they watch behind the spray-painted windows of their masons lodges.  Oh for the love of vigilante justice.  The trees should be adorned with the Leo Franks of our time.

It all stunk of the same miasma of  The West Memphis Three (1993).   They pinned the murders of three little boys on local teens from a trailer park.  The liars who write the news got a big kettle boiling about how these lads were into black magick and devil worship.  The cops were in on it, marching to the assigned beat.  It was all a big circus.  Note how the "murderers" are always too poor to hire a lawyer or pay attention.  One of them was even mildly retarded.  "So sue me," they yell.  Knowing full well.  That lawyers and court costs are exorbitant for this express reason.  Enter the sweet flash-back of Leo Frank swinging from a limb.  Before his wealthy backers could make the big schlep from New York, the boys in Atlanta had taken care of business.  Birth of the "Anti-Defamation League."  These people come to the defence of guys like Leo Frank.  You keep that in mind.

Back to Juarez.  There are freaks on the internet getting their jollies writing about the factory victims of Juarez.  The same perverts wallow in lurid details of what happened to other victims of cookie cutter murders.  You can find their text on the net for all to see.  True crime writers they like to call themselves.  I got one of them on the horn before he realised he was being investigated.  It was telling how he suddenly tried to disguise his voice as if to hide.  His writing gave me the creeps.  His mind bathed in the details of Megan Sharpton's murder beyond reportage.  It was like he enjoyed writing about it.  As there was an absence of moral undercurrent.  An absence of concern.  Just lurid imagery like a bath tub full of blood.  Like that book of "Vincent Bugliosi's" supposedly written about the Tate LaBianca murders.  Same tack.  Same gang.  Charlie Manson was just a handy hobo who got saddled with a bloodbath.  I do not believe that he and his hippie chicks killed any one.  Money, psychotropic drugs, coercion, hypnosis, torture.  There are so many ways to get somebody to sign a confession.  Rudolf Hess comes to mind.  So many lies, so little time.  

Juarez, Mexico is not the only snuff film dumping ground.  You people need to start looking in your own back yards.  And start raking the local police over the coals.  Who else would a girl pull over for in the middle of the night?  Who else but a blue light?  Find out who owns them.  Find out who owns your mason's lodges while you're at it.  It's all about ownership.  Who owns the restaurant where the victim was employed and last seen alive?  Who owns the factory where the dead girls worked?  Who owns your local news paper?  Who owns the bank?  Who owns the grocery store?  Who owns the corporation?  Who owns the airline?  Who owned the Twin Towers on 9/11?  Who owned airport security that day?  Answer all those questions and you start to put a face on team 666.  Here is a clue:  it ain't Osama bin Laden.  

Note this blaspheming image

Puts all those dead little kids in a new light

JonBenét Ramsey, for example

Saturday, February 13, 2016

Douglas Reed

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Margaret Mitchell was up on blocks when she wrote her "novel."  A broken leg will do that to you.  Ribbed by her husband to write a book, she was a better man than I am.
Journalists don’t write novels.  They write news.  Which becomes history.  Sometimes to get the news past censors, they have to call it a novel.  In Mitchell’s case, she hit ‘em like a hurricane.  Or like Charles Dickens.  “God bless us, every one.”

Up on blocks.  Yeah, I know the feeling.  So I clean off a shelf.  Always books on the runway.  Stacked up for miles.   Here is one that never got off the ground, The Controversy of Zion. 

“Indeed.”  Ever heard of Douglas Reed?

Consulting the internet, I cannot find one substantial thing about him.  None of my college texts or professors mentioned Douglas Reed.  All I could find was the same grainy image on web sites that parrot the same company line about him.  It looks like a photo-shopped head shot of a corpse.  The same one is used on wikipedia and on the back of this book.  I could find no other images of him anywhere.

According to this ghostwritten hodgepodge, Reed was an English journalist who quit his job in 1938.  He was a foreign correspondent for The Times of London.  After ditching his post over censorship, he started writing wildly popular books.

I have no comparative text of Reed's.  No original words -- unless there are a few of them mixed into this forgery.  That is what it reads like to my trained eyes. 

What journalist would carpet-bomb his readership with abstruse words?  A journalist is trained to shoot for the word power of average Joe.  And to do it concisely -- with high impact.  Some of the writers in this hive are no journalists.

Parts of the book read like a newbie wrote it.  A recent college graduate, for example, who wants to impress his boss with how many words he can look up on his laptop thesaurus. 

It's hard to keep a lie straight for this many pages.  Even for the father of lies.  In the first half of the book they spell Khazar.  In the second half of the book they spell Chazar. 

Therefore, this piece of hoodwinkery can be filed under "composite canard."  The bookstores are full of them.   They are written to propagate pseudo-science, political damage control, fake history, smear jobs, advertisements, and character assassinations.  Examples:  My Wicked, Wicked Ways supposedly written by Errol Flynn (character assassination) and Pentagon Aliens (pseudo-science and cislunar damage control with some Hitler-bashing thrown in)

According to Wiki-(back your lie)-pedia, Reed has been dead for a long time.  How else could these ghostwriters corrupt his text and otherwise ride his coattails?  Unless he never existed in the first place.  Which is easy enough to float.  Currently I possess no authentic first issues of his work.

In this 571-page phony, I could find no firm thesis.  It reads like a composite effort from a hive of hack writers with assigned agenda.  As one slogs through the sardonic hate mail, he learns that the writer’s voice changes from chapter to chapter.  Sometimes from page to page.  There is no rule or rhythm to it.  I can see a room full of cubicles where these bozos sit for weeks, cranking their section of the baloney.

This text reads like a thinly veiled gloat and brag piece about the atrocities of nascent israel.  Jeers, digs and jabs taken at the Arabs from a chorus of ashkenazim.  A voluminous patchwork of newspaper clippings from jew york central ad nauseam.

Depending on which hack is doing the writing, one wades through oceans of filler gibberish, redundancy and repetition.  Unnecessary phrases pad the text aimlessly.  It is clear by the pointless dates punctuating many lines that this is done to stretch a yarn. 

Huge blocks of microscopic footnotes weigh down the text.  These are sometimes loosley-related loblolly larded (how is that for sickening alliteration, "Mr." ghostwriter?) with stretcher words and/or boring quotes from new york news rags that span decades.  One footnote takes up 70% of a page. 

Despite the opening shill writing about what is wrong with the world, the usual slurs drive home where the book is going.  They always bash the same historical figures.  Whom they smear identifies them.  Did you know Hitler was a coward?  Buzzer goes off.

The early chapters attempt to saddle the Old Testament with crimes of Menachim Begin and his gang, but fail miserably to do so.  This writer is no Bible scholar.  Menachim surfaces again later to be celebrated and horn-tooted for what he did to the Arabs.   Along with the fierce money-power of the zionist networks that support such crimes.  And how all this is internationally connected, orchestrated and synchronized with global communist aspirations.   Aren't you scared?  They spell Begin's name "Beigin" in other parts of the text.  Buzzer goes off again. 

It is sad to read on page 511 about how these satanic thieves drove Arabs from their homes and now crow about their pirate booty.  They list the deep harbour of Haifa, railways, orchards, olive trees, orange groves, vineyards, airfields, good roads, buildings, elegant homes, shops, factories, movable property (jewels, furniture, carpets...) Delighting over this valuable legacy.   Then trumpet for miles about the bloodshed and massacres of those to whom it once belonged.

The twaddle over WWII history does not get airborne either.  They brag about assassinations and murders galore.  On page 420 they claim Hitler and Stalin had a pact.  That Hitler modeled Germany after their soviet kahal.

They glory over how a communist-infiltrated USA supplied and financed their regime wherever it spread.  How they had American presidents doing the high step.  Sending tanks, guns, planes and money to the marxist menace.  While holding back Patton from finishing off their band wagon.  How China was backed by the USA during its communist transition.  Whilst Chiang Kai-shek was driven off his homeland and holed up on Formosa. 

This is offered as a "rub your nose in it" to those who did not already know. 

The text runs in the vein of colourized, remastered footage of bombed-out Berlin.  Along the lines of a slain Catholic president on a coroner's slab posted in the public domain.  One does not have to be a genius to get it.

On page 472, they quote Ben Hecht, "One of the finest things ever done by the mob was the crucifixion of Christ...  If I'd had the charge of executing Christ I'd have handled it differently.  You see, what I'd have done was had him shipped to Rome and fed to the lions.  They never could have made a saviour out of mincemeat."

If a Douglas Reed ever existed, he would not have written this.

Friday, November 13, 2015

Earthquake Kelley

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In his autobiography, * Bound to Lose, Destined to Win *,  Earthquake Kelley gave me a tremor. 

A one-word title for Kelley's book would be "Deliverance."  For it chronicles his deliverance from hell on earth and from being hell-bound eternally.
Beautifully written, thoroughly researched, Kelley leaves no stone unturned in sharing his life story.  I learned volumes in demonology.  His knowledge of God's Word is without a flaw. 

Kelley's text is direct and concise.  His 223 pages are full of lean muscle.  No padding.  Like a boxer at the top of his game.  As I read I thought how can a man from his walk of life be so adept a writer?  Then it dawned on me that God's Calling comes with its own wherewithal.  We put pen to paper and words appear beyond our ken.

Kelley's book appears to be self-published.  This is pivotal to a man who wants to get his message to the people without corporate tampering, revisions and sabotage.  Who owns the publishing houses?  One guess.

If the snide lampooners who interview Kelley think that they are mocking this great man, the joke is on them.

In Miami I learned a little about voodoo.  A Haitian witch demonstrated her prowess at point-blank range.  The only thing that protects us from black magick is God Almighty.  A soul adrift is fodder for the devil’s minions.  As Kelley's life so poignantly demonstrates.

Curtis Kelley lives to preach the Word.  God bless him.  Here is a man whose name must needs be written in The Book of Life.  He did not start out as a man of God.  But neither did Saint Paul.  Now did he.

Any soul who cares about where he shall spend eternity, should read this book.  Kelley had a glimpse of hell during a clinical death experience.  Life-changer, that one.  He is not the only one.  Kelley writes of Jonah and the Whale.  The Bible tells us that Jonah died and went to hell before God called him back -- so Jonah could answer God's Calling.  Spat resurrected upon the beach, Jonah was never the same man.  Nobody ever is who gets a glimpse of the "don't let this happen to you club."

Kelley's book is ever clear.  I could not find a modicum of ulterior propaganda.  It rang loudly of its truths.  The sound of truth is all I heard.  It resonated from every word.  Tall tales and embellishment have a flavour.  Bishop Kelley is all about the Lord.  He stomps on every toe that needs it, whether Christian or shock rocker.

Kelley is devoid of pride, telling it straight.  Not ashamed to lay himself bare to save souls.  He preaches with the clarity and earnestness of St. Paul.  This man's heart is in his endeavor.

I have read many tall tales pretending to be sent by God.  The baloney out there is a morass, that I am certain the enemies of the Lord are hoping, will obscure what Kelley has written.  Take my good word and read Kelley's book.  In it you will find "the goods."  The road out of bondage.  Sweet deliverance.

To Kelley I give a hearty shout of approval.  Well done, my Brother.  See you in the Glory Land.

Tuesday, October 27, 2015

Das ist verboten

The same gang (one guess) who cultivated anorexia in school girls, glorified meth amphetamine in their hollywood movie * Spun *.  Now they are fostering bald heads on women.  YouTube is full of scenes cranking out of China of young women getting their heads shaved, apparently against their will.  Looks like they are being ordered to sit in a chair and let some freak botch their hair off.  Some of them were crying.  See for yourselves.  Bald woman fetish videos are all over the net.

They now have web sites that hype shaved heads in women.

Same nauseating fetish crap that I read in 2001 about anorexia.  They were singing the praises of this mental illness and making it seem chic to the young and impressionable.  Pushing it to school and college girls like a new street drug.  An ocean of web sites calling it "thinsperation."  Like I was supposed to believe this came from teenage girls?  This "movement" had to be seeded from somewhere.  One guess.

They were pushing corsets, "the goth look," and necrophilia back in the '90's.  In a defunct magazine called * Carpe Noctem * -- no shit.  They even had a creepy article in there about Chinese foot binding.  A most lurid, detailed fetish piece.  I wonder why they stopped publishing it.  Maybe they got nervous.  Kind of like how they spirited away the evidence of 9/11, Princess Diana's wipe-out, and other crime scenes.  They got nervous.

Tattoos, body-piercing, head-shaving in women -- a clear pattern can be seen in these trends.  Each one is forbidden by God.  A woman's hair is her glory wrote St. Paul.  A visual feast for her husband.  So much so that the Muslim covers it in public.  As does the habit of the holy sister.  Something treasured and admired is a woman's hair.

So it follows that to shave a woman's head would be for humiliation (which flies as a sexual perversion, take note).  The wiki-brainwashing-pedia has an article about how they shaved women's heads for punishment.  These bald French women were marched in the streets because of their support of Germany during the second world war.  So now they are pushing bald heads for women as a chic fashion statement?  I don't think so.  Only a fool would believe it.

Those who seek to control the public mind, put forth images of bald women, tattoo'ed bodies,  mutilated piercings, heinous clothes and make-up that distorts God's image in man.  These bastards are the children of the devil.  A sick buncha freaks.  One guess.

The same gargoyles who cultivate debauchery, mental illness, disease, draught, flood and sleaze are murderers, rapists, blackmailers, bribers, molesters, pornographers, dope-pushers (both pharmaceutical and street drugs), thieves, liars, swindlers and terrorists.  They abduct little girls when nobody is looking.  Chancellor Hitler exposed them in his magnum opus.  Germany was infested by them in the 1920's and '30's.  But their chancellor went easy on them.  The only sting for them was humiliation. To this day they abhor manual labor.  He put them to work in his factories.  If anybody's head got a buzz cut it was because they were crawling with lice.  Lice = typhus.  Typhus = death.  Not one of them was murdered.  Typhus killed most of them.  If I'm wrong.  Then prove it.

Sunday, July 19, 2015

Do Not Serve

Mute the sound.
The music is nauseatingly hokey like the pop songs of today's lukewarm churches.
This has often been the last stop for today's gullible military boy.
Do not serve.
You end up making war on behalf 
of the synagogue of satan (Revelation 2:9, Revelation 3:9).
These are the minions of Abaddon (Revelation 9:11).
They are liars, murderers and userers.
They are the children of the devil (the father of lies).
Today our sons die en masse for them.  
Like a hecatomb.
While their Hollywood cohorts crank movies to control your mind.
And cloud your judgment.
Like this one.