Hostage to the Devil

 

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Years ago when I was clueless about the undercurrent that sweeps us along, I stumbled onto a "Malachi Martin" book. Reading this wordy load of Hostage to the Devil, I thought with my gullible mind, "Why is this so vulgar, twisted and perverted?" This guy used to be a priest.  

Today I am of the opinion that this book is full of satanic admixture.  Martin died in 1999.  I purchased this book in 2006.  The back of the title page on this HarperSanFranciso version is not clear on when this thing was published.  They are careful not to give dates on anything.

So I purchased a copy of the first printing (1976).  Word for word and page for page, the text was exactly the same.  It was as creepy then as it is now.  The only difference is the even creepier introduction supposedly written by "Malachi Martin" in 1992.  "He" was still calling himself a Catholic priest in 1992.  Yet according to google, Martin left the Cloth in the 60's.  This intro reads like a college kid wrote it who was trying to impress us with how many words he could fish out of a thesaurus.  The tell-tale signs are all over it.  Like too many modifiers.  This guy writes like a girl.  In summary, it is a brag piece on what they are doing with your missing children.  A real horn toot.  What chya gonna do 'bout it, huh?  

Please include all those young women who get the same treatment.  They are as numerous as fire flies on a summer night.  Missing, raped, mutilated and murdered.  Same tack.  Same cookie-cutter shit.  Please getta clue before it happens to you.

In this book, the meandering case histories of the possessed seem to hail from the devil himself, not a Catholic soul who feared God. There are too many pages in this book like the Talmud. The writer milked it for miles beyond what it took to describe things. He had to be getting his jollies writing this stuff. If he had a legitimate case to recount, it would not include so much digression. He would have stuck to the story like anyone does who is telling the truth.  

This puerile introduction is full of fillers and stretchers.   An irreverent slog written by a Godless pig.  No man full of the Holy Spirit would butcher this much Christian Protocol.  An editor of my stripe knows what he is looking at.  Miles of baloney.  Was Malachi a phony?  If he wrote this shit, there can be no doubt.  But let us ferret the devil out.

This writer seems to luxuriate in the process of his writing like one who is channeling the flow of an unclean spirit. His writing was anything but clean. It spiraled deeper and deeper into the smut and gibberish-abyss of a damned soul. 

A year before that I read Ralph Sarchie's Beware the Night. Sarchie served up "Father Malachi Martin" like he was Holy Ambrosia -- the most everclear and virtuous priest in the world.  There is a photo of the two standing together in Sarchie's home.  It was from Sarchie's book that I learned about Hostage to the Devil.  It was heartily endorsed.

Sarchie's book was published in 2001.  Food for thought.  It gave me pause.  Sarchi was a policeman, not a writer.  The book was written by Lisa Collier Cool, a darn good freelance journalist.  Her detractors set out to smear her with a play on words.  We're all ahead of the bitches.  Ignore that shtick.  Her work with Sarchie not only puts her on the map.  It shuts down the clap-trap.  

But now I gotta ask  -- who in the publishing machine endorsed Martin's book in Sarchie's book?  Is it possible that neither Sarchie nor his writer were aware of this endorsement before it went to print?

Back to Martin's text and my acerbic review.  I didn't know back then that most publishing houses would never print such things if it were the truth. Anything that appears to glorify Jesus Christ should be looked upon with suspicion if it comes from publishing houses owned by the children of the devil.  Likewise, if something is on the New York Times best-seller list, reader beware. 

Do your homework before you snap it up.

Ashling and Suzanne

 

The sadistic murder of an Irish girl jogger 

(the crap media reports:  "Ashling Murphy, 23-year-old teacher from Tullamore, Ireland, went running on 12 Jan 2022 after work. At approximately 4 p.m. on the banks of the Grand Canal in Cappincur, a still-unidentified person assaulted and killed her, according to a report from An Garda Síochána, Ireland's police force.") 

smacks of the same m.o. as the rape/murder case of Suzanne Marie Collins, USMC, in 1985.  And a bunch more.

They called it "crimes against women."   Duh.  Most rape murder stuff is done to women.  They are sexual commodities.  Unless you count male children.  Be aware of that.  This is cookie cutter shit.  Same gang.  This is how they have their fun.  

They send innocent men to death sentences to cover their asses.  Same thing happened in Winchester and Tullahoma not that long ago.  For each case, they pinned it on an unlikely "suspect," who got hauled off to the hoosegow.  They sweep most of these cases under the rug.  

Recently, there was evidence of a similar abduction right in the middle of Tullahoma.  The witnesses who found remains of the girl's clothing and jewelry were paralyzed with fear to report it.  My source for that is iron-clad.  But his/her knees are knockin'.  Chicken-shit.  We have too many cowards in this country.  And people who call themselves satanists.  

You think I'm kiddin'?  Here is the satanic version of "AmVets"  http://www.infernallegion.org/   They enjoy the status of a religion.  Your police and military are crawling with these guys.  How can you expect a satanist to protect you from the devil's work?  Ever heard of a mason's lodge?   

Count on these wankers to duck and dodge your investigations.  Since my recent reportage, their web site developed technical difficulties.  But of course.  When it comes to news, only get it from the horse.  TV, radio, newspapers, magazines -- all crap.  Same gang owns most of them.  

How can you police them when they own the police?  They own your politicians too.  But they never owned Kennedy.  God loves him and I love him.  The dead are afforded no protection from the lies they print about them.  But wouldn't you know that Fredrick Toben went to prison for "defaming the memory of the dead."  Once again -- same gang.  "To find out who rules over you -- find out whom you are not allowed to criticize."

For CeeCee and Michael Patrick

 

Ever so oft' I check in with Michael Santomauro's "Reporter's Notebook."  Get turned on to new stuff.

Exquisite details in this five hour documentary (writ and dirc by Massimo Mazzucco) posted on an Italian web site.  They busted it up in three waves of YouTube vids.  In the public domain for free, we know what that means.  Nothing about the documentary coddles anybody.  Computer-generated narration tells the tale.  Since the early-bird journalist is currently living in exile, that should tell you something too.

Some of the details in these vids are news to me.  But a rock-solid 50+ % of them have been deftly covered by Christopher Bollyn in his set of books and previously in his journalism at the American Free Press.  But that's okay.  This kicks ass.

The passenger jet pilots speak up here.  I'm just a crop-duster, so it's high science to me.  Imagine the average ground-pounding Joe.  Can the media bullshit people?  Safe to say so.  ("It's a frame.", air speed at sea-lev., photo-shopped vid. from pentagon, copy-cat war games during time of 9/11 attacks [but of course], Shanksville -- come on..., missing brass at the time of impact, where are the fighter jets and then some)

No wonder Verizon penalizes you for "watching too much YouTube."  No wonder the yids are frantic about shutting down the internet.  After I heard that doomed woman's voice in a whisper, under duress -- I knew the power of what they are trying to shut down.  The last few minutes brought me to my knees when terminally-ill First Responder David Miller, from the podium, exhorted, "Avenge us."

From their murder graves, the passengers who disappeared -- scream out for justice.  According to the last whispered cell phone words from stewardess CeeCee Lyles, "It's a frame."  

Couched in Italian, note how three disks are beautifully outlined in English text.  Broken down for easy reference by their topic segments with corresponding frame numbers.  Do you think the sons of Italy and Ireland mean business here?  Safe to say so.  Let this one be for Michael DeRusso too.

http://www.luogocomune.net/site/modules/sections/index.php?op=viewarticle&artid=167
 

Donations to a Worthy Cause

 

Gentlemen:

 

I have read your web sites with great interest.  Over the years we have collected items of value that have grown out of use.  We put them away in storage with the hope of donating them to useful causes in the future.  We have held on to things for this purpose, particularly, because we have grown disillusioned with venues that claim to benefit the poor.  In some cases, we have learned that our donated items ended up "for sale" to the very people that we wanted to give them for free.  Or that they get liquidated at auctions and line the pockets of guess who.  To use an English phrase, "Queen Victoria is not amused."  In keeping with the virtues extolled by Our Lord, we seek to benefit those in need.  Not those in greed (insert winky face).

This sentiment comes from our worldly travels and may not apply to your community.  However, experience is a cruel teacher and we bear the scars of Moby Dick.  Hence, our policy for the future is a studied one.

According to your web sites (all of which we have read and retain), a local man froze to death in his car during an ice storm in 1999.  He had no place to live or go for warmth.  Your four county region suffers a burgeoning plague of homeless destitutes.  

To this we must add that your school "systems" are turning out people who can barely read a road sign.  Crime and corruption are rampant in your streets.  Women are raped, murdered and discarded on the sides of your roads.  Your "crime fighting" files are full of cold cases to which most have turned a blind eye.  "To hell in a hand basket" is a mild way to put it.  We give thanks that our forebears are not here to see what has become of their beloved home lands.

Growing up here, such things were unheard of.  Even during the "great depression" of the 30's, our area was known for its humanitarian largesse.  My family farm fed many a foot-weary traveler during those times.  The abundance of these river basins filled our silos.  Our fruit cellars were full of canned orchards and summer gardens.  My family knew no hunger during those times and was little affected by a fabricated financial dark age that starved millions.  Our farm was self-sustaining.  Feeding not just our family and animals, but many others in need.  This spirit of "love thy neighbor as thyself" has largely disappeared.  If this were not so, that man would never have perished from the cold in our town.

In the spirit of my great Christian family, I seek a virtuous venue for the fruits of our labors.  Be they the bounty of our summer gardens or the wealth of our coffers.  It breaks our hearts to learn how this area has degenerated in 50 years:  into sleaze-bag decadence, jaded city-rat selfishness and corporate greed.

Please share this text with those who can read.  And God help us.

Soleimani

You fools have crapp't your flat-hats now.

Murdering this Godly man has just galvanized the entire Middle East against israel and their mercenary sycophants.  Donald trump and bibi nuttin'yahoo are not fit to shine this man's boots.  God knows who he is.  And who the rest of you are.  No hiding place for the devil's henchmen.  Everybody dies of something.  Ask David Rockefeller.

Virgin Ponytails

Our niece just came home with a shaved head.  Who would stoop so low as to coerce little girls into getting their heads shaved for something that is undiscernible?  Most people would not know a cancer cell from a liver cell.  And most people have no means of proving whether anyone has cancer or not.  Most people cannot even define cancer.  And you folks claim to be funding research for a cure? 

"Organisations" have been collecting money for so-called cancer research for over 50 years with no results.  Chemo "therapy" is just murder.  So it does not count.  You expect us to believe that your grant recipients are gonna fix cancer?  Why would we believe that when there has been no progress in 50 years? 

Relatedly, I have never seen a child with cancer in my life.  Nor have I heard of children with cancer until more recently via donation pressure campaigns.  If a doctor tells you that you have cancer, how do you know that you really have cancer?  Unless you are a physician with a lab in your house, you have no way to gauge it.  Unless pathology is your science, you have no way to prove what you have. 

It isn't like a broken leg.  You know when you have one of those.  Think about that as you collect little ponytails of virgin hair and turn them into fortunes.  There is big money in virgin hair.  Ever heard of hair extensions?  They are all the rage currently.  And cancer has nothing to do with it.  So the motive is there to cut a little girl's hair. 

Shame on you people.  I have read your web sites.  The worker bee's are dupes as usual.  They are in it for praise, community bragging rights and social stimulation.  Some of them might even believe the sales pitch.  God help them.  Get on their web sites and read the gobbledygook that passes for "cancer research."  See how many lines of it you can digest before vomiting. 

The whole thing reads like a racket.  Bottom line is that people are mortal.  Everybody dies of something.  Heart disease and cancer kill most people according to statistics.  But only recently have we been hit with a tidal wave of childhood cancer.  They claim that a child is diagnosed with cancer every two minutes.  Since when?

What they call cancer has heretofore been killing old people  -- like, perhaps, it is designed to do.  God made poison ivy.  He made cancer too.  He decides how and when we die.  So you assassins only get to kill somebody whose time has come.  Cancer may be your ticket to ride.  Think about that the next time you pull a trigger.

Christa

In 1986, school teacher Christa McAuliffe thought that she would be flown into space by NASA.  Of course the shuttle of make-believe had to have an accident.  Christa may have blown their cover, being “an ordinary person” and all.   She would have returned to her family and teaching job — and likely exposed the whole shootin’ match.  The whole thing was a lie.  So she had to die.

If I had been Christa, I would have told everyone that all the space shuttle did was go up in the air and come back down.  And probably spend the rest of my life investigating NASA’s other tall tales. 

Perhaps our doddering president believed in space travel.  Maybe even that hilarious moon landing.  So he launched the “teacher in space” program.  Oh boy.   Now what is NASA gonna do?  The program was designed so that teachers could “go up in space” and then come back down — and share their experience with all the wide-eyed kiddies back in the class room.  Heck.  Could they let that happen? 

When your back is against the wall and your lie is in jeopardy, what options are left to you?  You need a chilling effect.  The last thing you want is a line of eager beaver teachers waiting to get on the next star ship to nowhere.  Like kids at the fair.  What’s that you say?  Do the carnies have a maintenance plan?  Well….  Ask one of the carnies.  They always tell the truth.

I bet president Reagan knows Who hung the Pleiades now.  And the moon too.  It sure wasn’t NASA.

That back-up girl for Christa has apparently been co-opted.  Or something.  People have done worse for money.  There was a woman down the hall who used to dive for a living.  Now she’s an astro nut.  Compared to diving, NASA work is gravy.  This chick was in the Navy.  Hoo yaa, deep sea, my sista frinn.  Are you still bloated with pride about your intrepid achievements?  I bet not.

I have to file Christa under the expendables.  There have been so many.  They put corny pabulum on her tomb stone.  And made sure to mention how curious and ordinary she was.  I hope her soul is in Good Hands.  Be careful whom you trust.  Let God alone be true and every man a liar.

https://youtu.be/tIQSqB3JS0Q