Sunday, December 2, 2012

Mazen Dana +



"One-two-three-four, what are we fightin' for?"  So the song went about the Vietnam debacle.  It was not to keep commies out of Vietnam as you draftees and Marines were told.  Since it was the commies who drafted you in the first place.

Vietnam had to be a distraction campaign.  It gave the media jews something to write about whilst their organised partners in crime flew loads of heroin out of Cambodia under a convenient smoke screen.  One of missiles, napalm, M-16 ratt-a-tatt and booby-trapped Howitzer shells.  Keep your head down.

Sorry to un-validate your missing limbs.  Sorry to un-validate your friends' names on that sunken wall in the DC dirt.  Didn't it raise a question in your mind when you saw how they put a monument half way under ground?  One that should be raised high for all to see?  Get a clue.  Most jewish mockery is subtle.  They love to rub your nose in it while feigning sympathy.  Right to your face.  Right "in" your face.

They do it in their papers and magazines.  They do it on TV.  They do it on the sides of buses, in Time Square glitter, on billboards, everywhere, anywhere.  Dare to escape their gaudy advertising, nose tweaks and derision.

This is aimed at the prick of our sarissa.  Paratroopers, Marines, the SPECFOR attack dogs...  You guys are the ones whom the jews sacrifice first.  So listen up. 

Your country has been commandeered by bolsheviks.  They infest us from the inner sanctum of our government and call it "classified" so they can hide from us.  Much of their energy is spent in subterfuge.  They change names and addresses frequently.  They are dug in like lice.  And put your friends on ice.  Knowing that it will rile you up and keep the fight going -- which ever one they drum up for the day.

Pick a war:  WWI, WWII, Korea, Vietnam, Desert Storm, Iraq, Afghanistan...  All jew-instigated wars for the benefit of jews.  You pay with all you got.  And they profit.

You pay with your limbs and lives.  You pay by the sweat of your brow and in taxes.  They tax you blind while charging eight dollars for a small bottle of laundry detergent at their swindling grocery stores.  The ones who sell you wilted carrots, rotten apples and rotten freezer corn.  Not because the corn got rotten somehow.  It was frozen that way.  They are getting you to "pay" for rotten produce at home.  Swindling your pants off.  America is practically bare-asst as I write.

So what do you think they've been doing with you guys in their fabricated wars?

For example, WWII was a big fat swindle.  The bolsheviks (just like their next iteration, the israelis) sold the lie to all the world that Germans murdered millions of jews in death camps.  When in fact it was the bolshevik jews who did exactly that to 66 million Christian Russians and Christian Ukrainians.  So when the blue-eyed Nazi's came tanking into Russia early in the war, they were welcomed with open arms as saviours and deliverers.  That was kept out of the news by the jews.

It has ever been a jewish tack to blame their own crimes on their victims or enemies.  A shtick.  A criminal modus operandi.  It was the jews who massacred the intelligentsia of Poland in the forest of Katyn.  Big mass grave.  And then blamed it on the Germans.  It was the jews who massacred Armenians and blamed it on the Turks.

It was the jews who engineered and committed  9/11, blaming it on fabricated terrorists of the Muslim stripe.  Thereby kicking off their panted-after wars against their Middle Eastern neighbors. 

Nothing they did in Iraq could stand the light of day.  So they threatened to kill independent journalists who tried to report on it.

Mazen Dana, the Reuters videographer, is an example of this.  In an article from Felicity Arbuthnot, Dana found U.S. troops covered in plastic bags in remote desert areas.  He put it on video.  A few days before his death of U.S. military bullets, Dana told his brother that he discovered a mass grave full of U.S. soldiers in Iraq.

So this begs the question of what really happened to all those Vietnam "MIA's."  "Missing in action" may be another way of saying "buried in a mass grave and forgotten."  Is it what you do when you don't want the folks back home to know how many were killed in action?  You could label them "missing in action" and bury them secretly for better war PR.

The kicker is how our military are brainwashed and duped enough to not only die for these jews, but to shoot journalists who are trying to report on how many of them die. 

"Missing in action" appears to be another jewish lie.  They don't want you to know how many of our soldiers die.  But they tell you every five minutes that Hitler killed six million jews. 

Hitler was a Catholic.  Do the spiritual math.  What Catholic soul wants to face down his Maker with the blood of six million on his hands?  That's something the jews conveniently gloss over.  Hitler was a God-fearing, Christian man.  His forces wore belt buckles inscribed with "Gott mit uns."  That's German for "God is with us."

Recall the painting of George Washington kneeling in the snow next to his horse.  He was praying the same prayer to the same God for the same reason.  Their Cause was just.  Their foe, the same.

Don't fall for the jewish blame game.  Ask yourself, "who were the British" that Paul Revere was warning his countrymen about?  Who was the wire-puller behind the Crown in 1775 that landed on these shores to make war on us?  Could it be the same wire-puller who financed the bolsheviks in Russia?  And Castro in Cuba?  And writes the lies in all your papers?

Friday, November 9, 2012

So what?

So the Iranians shot down a drone.  So what?  There's no pilot in them.  That cowardly son-of-a-bitch is sitting at a desk somewhere.  Flying his video game from a keyboard.

Americans should follow suit if they want any privacy.  Our skies are peppered with surveillance drones.  And have been for years.  Tilt your binoculars up for a change.  Some of these things are wingless and try to pass for stars.  During the day they dodge and duck into clouds when you're glassing them.  They have the same telephoto sensors on them as other nefarious aircraft.

While you're watching TV, your commie government is watching you from a low-orbit platform (google Sky Mouse S. H. Pearson)

So hip-hip for Iran.  The zionist picadors are pricking at Iran, trying to kick-off another war.  Like they hunt and harass American journalists who publish the "real news."  Predictable provocations of the jews.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/11/09/iran-fired-on-drone-us-violated-airspace_n_2100446.html?icid=maing-grid7%7Cmaing5%7Cdl1%7Csec1_lnk3%26pLid%3D232391








Thursday, August 30, 2012

Formulaic

The following is "what I believe."  And is worth your digestion.

The wacko shooters in our recent past all bear a formulaic shtick.  They come busting into some crowded place and open fire.  Then claim to be insane or get suddenly dead (we are told by the jewish news media but have no proof that they are, in fact, dead).  Let us put into this mix the lurid blood bath freaks who hit, run and get away with it.  And the "lone nut" stalkers.  Some of these guys were just decoys.  Not the real boys.

Amazing how fast some of these names slip out of your memories, no?  And how some of them are a flashbulb memory:

Sirhan Sirhan, David Chapman, James Holmes (yeah right), Lee Harvey Oswald, Seung-Hui Cho, Derrick Bird, John Patrick Bedell, Jed R. Waits, Roger Troy, University of Alabama female "gunman" (12 Feb 2010),  the Pastor Carol Daniels kill squad (2009), Tate/LaBianca kill squad (1969), Terry J. Sedlacek shot a preacher (2009), Robert Stewart opened fire in a nursing home (2009),  trailer park kill squad in Brunswick, Georgia (eight murdered in 2009), Alabama "gunman" kills ten on aimless rampage (Samson, 2009), two Virginia Tech students found slain in forest (2009), Kuwait 2009 -- incendiary bomb in a Muslim wedding tent (35 women, six children).

Boy, 2009 was a bizzy year for the mystery kill squad.  This is what I call "domestic terrorism" if it happens in the USA.  And they dare accuse Christian traditionalists of being "potential domestic terrorists?"  Christian traditionalists don't have a single dead body to their name.  "By their fruits you shall know them."  Let this be said of our Muslim Brethren also.

In the recent case of womb'lings hacked to death and used as "terror" against Burmese Muslims by zionist-aligned buddhists -- that is an old shtick too.

According to my studies, the 6th prime minster of israel employed similar tactics during his rampages with the Stern Gang.  A month and some days before the inception of "israel the jewish state," Irgun terrorist Menachim Begin participated in ripping live babies from the wombs of Palestinians.  These unborn, murdered babies were used to traumatize remaining villagers of Deir Yassin, encouraging them to flee their homes.  That was in 1948.

Talk about a shtick -- in 2008 I read an article in the Miami Herald about then-recent Palestinian immigrants to Chile.  They were "stock formula" refugees.   The Herald quoted them, saying that they fled Palestine in terror of having seen their neighbors killed in front of them.  By "guess who?"  The Herald did not identify the killers.  They used pronouns throughout the text.  As if the local Cubans were too dense to figure it out.  Oh Herald, never underestimate the brilliance of a Cubano.  Nor the marksmanship.  El Presidio is still fresh on his mind.  And don't you commie bitches forget it.  According to the Miami Herald, Chile welcomed these terrorized Palestinian Muslims warmly.  Let this be another Jewel in our Crown.

Terrorism is a manipulation to get people to do what you want.  I have to quote the Protocols of the Learned Elders of Zion here, "Put a little blood in the streets, and people will do anything you want."  Keep in mind that it has ever been the shtick of a certain group to commit a crime and then point the finger at someone else -- often a false flag target.

Monday, August 27, 2012

Rill



You common, low-life trashy bastards.

Yeah.

I got a rill for you.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7AIE1vz90B0



Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Meth


Meth


            Can you believe that your computer’s dictionary gives the chemical formula for this stuff?  --  C 6 H 5 CH 2 CH(CH 3)NH(CH 3) -- this from the same brotherhood who guards knowledge like the hounds of hell?

            Wikipedia writes as though this life-wrecking synthetic is a medicine used to “treat” undesirable conditions of the mind and body.  The Wiki goes on for miles in a “comprehensive” how-to.  How to make it and how to take it.  They go so far as to write how one can shove it up his *** for a longer lasting high.

            Yeah the Wiki is a piece of work.  Mister 9:11’s insidious, covert, sneaky, back-door defiler.  Teaching little kids how to say dirty words and be a kinky pervert by the time they hit middle school.  If they see a new word scrawled in the school bus dust, Wikipedia is sure to have a “comprehensive” how-to manual written about it.  Complete with instructional drawings.  Damn skippy.

            So let’s call the spade.  Crystal Meth Amphetamine is as much of a disease in our society as cell phone pornography.  One can walk through a cemetery and find friends not so old who just couldn’t leave the stuff alone.

            You recall John Belushi.  He was like that with cocaine.  And like cocaine, methamphetamine is a kick in the pants.  It can turn a couch-frump into a dynamo in one snort.  Playing on one’s ego.  Sudden life-of-the-party. 

            The phenomenon is short-lived, however.  Hard and fast wrecking ball to health.  Priceless, precious health.  Who doesn’t value it?  Who doesn’t want it?  Healthy people don’t need doctors.  Think about it.  Healthy people feel good and enjoy natural energy.  They got a Colgate smile.  Pink, firm gums.  Strong choppers.  Dense bones.  They feel “tremblingly alive.”

            Instead of building you up, speed breaks you down.  Hey bozo – I don’t have to tell you to wake up do I?  You’re speeding. 

            LSD is speed-based.  Will keep you wide-awake for 24 hours.  They put poison in it to make you see things that are not there.  Arsenic.  The operative for hallucinations is poison.  That is why peyote buds and jimson weed make you see things that are not there.  They are poison plants. 

            Poison on this side of “lethal dose” will make you hallucinate before it kills you – which it eventually does.  The brain, which interprets ocular stimuli, begins to malfunction something fierce.  Which makes me question what is currently going on in “nursing homes.”  I go walking down the halls and am clasped by people in wheel chairs who tell me things like, “there’s a man sitting on my lap and he won’t go away.”  What kind of daily drugs are they feeding these people?  I asked a nurse sitting behind a nearby desk and she nervously told me that they were not allowed to discuss medications.  I bet they aren’t.  Medicine is now a secret.  Why do you think that is?  They call it “HIPAA.”

            Yeah drugs are a scourge.  Any of them we take for “medical” purposes come with side-effects.  Sometimes the side-effects outweigh the benefits.  Drugs are not natural. 

            In our fabulous bodies the Engineer designed an endocrine system.  A natural pharmacy of glandular secretions that port into the bloodstream whatever the body needs at the moment.  Adrenaline, endorphins, estrogen, testosterone…

            During the nubile years of a woman, for example, hormones dictate much of her physical function and behaviour.  To rise above these monthly rhythms, supernatural intervention is required.  Hence the difference between a Holy Sister and a home-wrecker.  Or a Holy Sister and that Mossad skank who seduced and murdered Mr. Hamas.

            Synthetic speed and the opium poppy should not be clumped together.  I believe the Chief made opium poppies for Navy Corpsmen.  For when Marines step on booby-trapped Howitzer shells.  Or false-flag bucket bombs.  Aye,  Mr. Nettanyahoo? 

            “I believe” that the same sons-of-bitches who keep marijuana illegal are the men behind crystal methamphetamine.  And every bottle of hard stuff distilled.  The same satanic bastards who fly heroin and cocaine over here by the tanker loads.

            “I believe” these men are part of the 9:11 collective.  All part of the swarm of locusts that produce movies like Spun.  A cultish youth flick glamourizing  methamphetamine.  How sexy it is.  How swank and happenin’ it is.  How if you abuse this drug, you too can be swank and sexy.  And if you decide to become a meth cook, you’ll be an all American hero like Mickey Roarke in his cowboy hat.  Built like a brick shit-house, fearless and seminal. 

            Oh boy. Now quick – everybody run out and start making this stuff so you can make a fortune and be a desirable chick-magnet like the ageless, cosmetically-enhanced Mickey Roarke. 

            If you check the stats, you will find that after this movie (Spun) hit the streets, crystal meth took off like a rocket.  Particularly among the unlettered, low income folks.
            
            Whoever wrote the script to this movie should be burned at the stake Catholic-style.  Like every man who had a hand in 9/11.  Along with every stick of Israeli terrorism since their counterfeit inception.  Hanging is reserved for lesser criminals, you sons-of-jackals.

Saturday, June 30, 2012

Che


Che

I am convinced the reason Mr. 9:11 snuffed "Che" is because he was too good a commie.  And "intellectual" enough to be a threat.  Guevara actually believed the commie creed.  A crusader for the "cause."  I think he was a purist and suffered a love for the peasant.  He bought the jewish ruse that is communism.

Guevara took their ball and ran with it.  Well oops.  He didn't know that communism is a "bait and switch."  The schemers focus on the poor and uneducated.  They promise them utopia and the moon.  While fanning the flames of rage against their betters.  Right before a communist revolution they anthem and shout "liberty, freedom, fraternity, equality, justice" and the like.  The poverty-stricken, ignorant wretches snap it up like sucker minnows.  Clueless of their impending fate.  By the time they smell blood, it's too late.  Gotchyaa.  Suckers!

Che was one of the suckers in that he believed the commie shit.  Little did he know that communism is a jewish supremacy plot.  He wasn't a jew.  So do the math.  The marxist agenda is jewish world domination.  In communism, whoever is not a jew is either a slave or dead.

Fidel Castro is jewish.

Che was a rebel with a cause.  Too young and impetuous to "be still and know that I am God."  Caught up in his sap and fury.  The proof in this pudding is a photo of him hobnobbing with doofus existentialist philosopher Jean-Paul Sartre and his “la feminista” squeeze, Simone de Beauvoir (The Second Sex in two volumes, makes being a woman read like a disease, bitch please).  Che was barking up all the predictable trees.  Woof.


Exhibiting a familiar stamp on his murder, they still use his photograph to advance communism world-wide.  Advertising is their forte.  “They” – the collective of whom I speak, is personified as “Mr. 9:11.” 

They are a swarm of locusts with no leader; yet move upon their targets in unison.  They will make short work of your crops with their aerosol haze.  And turn a land-owning farmer into a share-cropper over night.

Like they use Jim Morrison’s photograph to advance alcoholism and skirt-chasing.  And Marilyn Monroe’s to push flesh-bartering in women.  Ever the wily subverter.

Ever the hawker, Mr. 9:11 knows that nothing sells like sex, death and beauty.  So in Che, Jim and Marilyn he gets killer advertising.

I cite these three, using Guevara as a springboard, because I believe that people are often murdered for advertising and “news-writing” purposes.  Mr. 9:11 prides himself at how many birds he can kill with one stone.  In Guevara he gets a rival out of the way and a commie poster-boy to boot.

During my journalism studies, I read about a “news writer” who stormed into his office one morning, exclaiming how he longed for a train-wreck or some other calamity that he could write about.  Case-in-point.

When young beautiful people die, it’s news.  If they are commie revolutionaries, rock stars or movie stars, it’s even bigger news.  Mr. 9:11’s media chimera can then spring into action.  Rake in the cash while spreading his fungus that much farther.  Exemplifying how he likes to get two birds with one stone (Michael Jackson, hint-hint...)

With jewish celebrities, it would not surprise me if their deaths were staged and we can now find them at a villa in Costa Rica.

In the case of Jim Morrison, between benders he was given to doing his own thinking.  I believe this put him on the “marked for deletion” list.  As the son of a Navy admiral, he was offered a good education and actually read the text.  This forces one to think analytically.  He gets used to doing his own homework.  Develops study habits and et cetera.  The same can be said of Che Guevara.

Hence the present campaign to dumb down the masses with television and low-brow gossip rags.  Think of TV and magazines as one fish for dinner.  And a formal education as the tackle box and fishing pole.

Jim and Che knew how to fish.  But were young enough to snap up jewish ruses like "free love and communisim."  Haa.  Have you checked the stamps they're handing out at the post office lately?  It's wake up time -- big time.

 



Monday, May 28, 2012

The Best Room


I went to Carnton.   And listened to a load of slanted rubbish that passes for history.  From an historian with “bribed and threatened” writ upon the face.  From this purchased mouth issued a signature that had been forced down my throat at universities.  So I know it well.  American history has gone to hell.

Just like General Cleburne said it would.


The tour guide’s definition of “the Best Room,” was cursory.  As were many other points along the tour.  They downplayed what should have been salient – like the sizeable brick slave quarters and other items of proof to the contrary of their hate propaganda.  Not a peep about the sardonic tennis courts built two feet from Mrs. McGavock's Confederate Cemetery.  They were sure to rub everybody’s nose into the blood-stained floors.

They omit what they find damaging to their smear campaign.  Kind of like the swimming pool at Auschwitz that nobody is supposed to see.

Expect no tokenism or commie correctitude from me.   Just a straight shot.  Preferably to the forehead.

“The Best Room” is a formal sitting room in country halls.  “In my Father’s house are many mansions.”   A mansion is a very nice house.  Nicer than most.  So let us toast. 

Here’s to the palatial estate.  To manors and manners.  And to the families who lived there.  Here’s to the grand old home-place.  To the sprawling manse.  The Celtic castle.  And German schloss.  Ch√Ęteau-villa on a lake.  Shelley, you were such a rake.

Field Place in Sussex is an English country manor.  Unlike Colonel Andrew Erwin’s Beechwood, Mr. 9:11 didn’t burn this mansion down.  Because Shelley’s memory helps foster Marxist ideology.  Such as Godless whoredom.  Shelley’s home-place needs to stand.  It conveniently and subliminally celebrates the Communist Manifesto

A windfall like Percy Shelley has been used by “the enemy within” to subvert us for at least a century.  Therefore you can read a lot about Field Place from the same pen that smears the Old South. 

The enemy within is a spy, traitor, usurper, and economic rapist.  He is a debaucher of youth.  Just take a walk through any mall and look at teen fashions.  I personify him as St. John did.   Taking poetic license, I call him Mr. 9:11 in reference to St. John the Divine’s Chapter 9, Verse 11 of The Book of Revelation.  Abaddon.  Apollion.  The Destroyer of all that is right and good.    Mr. 9:11 can be defined as today’s burrowed-in bolshevik bastard.  He is international.  Seemingly ubiquitous but makes up a small percentage of the world population. 

That is why Mr. 9:11 is presently devising ways to kill millions of people who might suddenly revolt and wipe him off the map (preferably by the gibbet).  If you have doubts, look into the night sky with telephoto lenses.  See for yourself.

During my walk through Internet search engines, not a word about “the best room.”  Why not Mr. 9:11?  Is it because what goes on in a Best Room is not something you want us to value?

Manor houses and the Aristocracy who inhabited them are hated by Mister 9:11 for the same reason he digs Percy Shelley – a stumbling, impetuous college boy who reveled in his daddy’s money.  Took a wrecking ball to his father’s name.  Rejected the Law of God so he could defile teenage girls and sow wild oats.  What an embarrassment this boy must have been.  If he were my son, I would have tied him to an oak and whipped him.  Then I’d put him on a plow for the summer.

Mister 9:11 abhors natural leaders, virtuous ladies and their gentle-
men, fairness and decency, justice, honour, character and the Godly personages to whom these virtues belong.

Mister 9:11 is the architect of the French Revolution, the Bolshevik Revolution and the Cuban Revolution.  He devised the Vietnam War (stop Communism?  What the hell for…).  Heroin requires a smoke-screen.  And what a smoke-screen it was.  Ever see so many body bags and dog tags?  What’s that you say?  A great loss of life?  Mr. 9:11 is the architect of “9/11.”  I do not believe that is a co-incidence. 

I believe the chips fell that way so “you guys” won’t have trouble remembering who Mr. 9:11 is.

Of course Mr. 9:11 would advance existentialism along with Percy Shelley.  He wants you to think and believe that things happen by chance.  He wants you to go to Las Vegas (lost wages) and gamble.  He wants you to believe in Lady Luck.  He wants you to live by the seat of your trousers – not by the Law of God. 

After his daddy cut him off the old money, Shelley lived on credit like most Americans.  And yup – by the seat of his nankeen trousers.  His college-kid atheism and sexual free-stylin’ won him the fame of Mr. 9:11’s badly-written books.  Where Shelley is glamourized, romanticized and puffed up to high heaven.  He is cast broad like a bad seed for the callow mind.  Loam gullible, fertile.  Where he is sung sung sung to death.  Romanticism my ass.  Shelley was just young and stupid, pretty lyrics notwithstanding.  RUSH the rock band haddum too.

Get off him little girl.  He will lead you to the cold, jagged rocks.  The hard crash of your fall.  It’s a cliff.  You can’t un-jump it.  So think before you leap.

In my Old South there were many mansions.  I’m sitting not far from the site of one right now.  Just a green hill overlooking the Nile.  Sans the hippo and the crocodile. 

Many mansions were burned to the ground as fine as Field Place.  Finer than the Villa Diodati.  Lac Leman is represented here.  The Jura, aye, our grade is steeper.   And our horses are a keeper.  Mr. 9:11 dare not modify them genetically.  Who then would win his races?  Gambling fool.

Yeah, I got your Field Places.

Call them Mattapany.  Beechwood.  Carnton.  Mount Vernon.  The Hermitage.  Monticello.  Let them represent and speak for a multitude of others lain to ashes by the federal terrorism of 1861.

In these mansions I see a Best Room.  A room that has been snuffed out of text like John Kennedy was snuffed out of government. 

That is because it was in this room where people did what they seldom do today.  They sat and enjoyed each other’s company in lofty ways.  Read aloud in the Queen's English to the delight of listeners rapt.  Aye post-modern rabble, I say, from their libraries of good books.  They made respectable eye contact during the craft of polite conversation.  It is a talent.  Like good writing or making music.  In the Best Room, one called on his wife or daughter to sit at the piano and touch a cathedral ceiling with her song. 

Glorious and genuine things happened in the Best Room.  People were amused, educated, courted and entertained there.  What did not happen there is what happens today damn-near everywhere: 

idiot-box-television, idle gossip, smut, mindless video games, FaceBook bullshit, Twitter-Twaddle, AOL wife-swapping and spiritual filth like a rotting corpse.  I too see through your white-washed sepulcher, Apollion.

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Stylin'


Yeah, you're bad. Wearing combat boots that Belleville Boot company has manufactured by commie slaves whose heart ain't in their work. I just pulled a pair of desert super-lights out of a box. The right boot is one inch wider than the left boot. Flip the tongue over and it reads, "Made in China."

While you dupes are getting your legs blown off on bucket bombs, your nation is being economically raped by the jews -- who started this war in the 1st dam place. They call it "out-sourcing." Let us not forget the leech-like suck of their income/sales/property taxes taxes and more taxes. Their 40% interest loans to the poor. And their foreclosure campaign to dispossess the working class of a life's earnings.

Yeah, you're stylin' in your Chinese boots there buddy. Keep on losing limbs for Israel. They care about you and your momma. Why don't you get your butt home and help us fix what's wrong with this place.