Smelling the Coffee

 

This is for Abigail Folger.  John Kummer.  Steve Parent.  Leno LaBianca.  Rosemary LaBianca.  Voytek Frykowski.  Sharon Tate.  And her viable, un-born son.

I feel compelled to share my digestion of the weekend of 9 and 10 August 1969.  Because my intimate knowledge of those whom I suspect, makes for an educational and thought-provoking read.  They have been paying people to kill me for many years.  Only God determines the hour of my death.  They killed my cat though.  After a detailed examination by a veterinarian, it removes any doubt -- what these people are about.  I gottum down like a farmer knows his goats.  To God be the Glory.  In the Name of the Father, the Son and The Holy Ghost -- I rest my confidence.

Some write that Miss Folger was assassinated (one of their favorite words).  Others write murdered.  Assassinations involve military marksmen, mercenaries, hired bottom-feeders and government agents.  Any combination of these will work together.  Like the way demons work with human spirits of the damned to do the devil's dirt.

First I went looking for Abigail in the family plot (Oakland, CA).  Not there.  Buried at Holy Cross (Colma, CA) four days after the blood bath at Roman Polanski's house.  Abigail Folger and her boy friend spent a lot of time over there, house-sitting.  The Polanski's had a dog and kitten.  Folger was 25 and righteously courting a future husband.  I say that because he was broke and not doing well in tinsel town.  Giving it a go as a screen writer.  A degree in chemistry didn't make him a pharmacist.  But he was charming.  There was no other reason for her to be with him.  They were both Catholic.  Marriage was a glide track.  She had daddy's money and didn't need anyone else's.

I remember her every day when I take my first sip of coffee.  And now, for the first time, I am smelling it.  Abigail died young.  But first earned high marks in Catholic schools and Harvard.  She was a horseman and a good Christian girl who just happened to be a wealthy heiress.  And who met Voytek Frykowski through a mutual jewish friend. 

How convenient for Polanski, who said that he was giving Frykowski money to help him out.  Voytek was a class mate of Polanski's from back in Poland.  He left home to break into the movie business.  Being Catholic is not good for your career in hollywood.  Ask Mel Gibson and Mark Wahlberg. 

Then there was John Kummer with three strikes against him.  He came from a German Catholic family.  And spent too much time with his Irish Catholic ex-girl friend.  It should be telling that on Saturday Night Live, not many years later, they were lampooning Kummer as a social climber.  He was just a hard working boy who earned success in a fast-lane town.  So they resent and mock him for it.  Resentment and mockery are their hallmark.

Kummer and Tate were equally-yoked in the spirit.  But Kummer had been reduced to a bleeding heart admirer, after getting bumped out of the saddle by Polanski.  Who was directing Tate in The Fearless Vampire Killers.  Polanski also starred in this tacky shit show.  I saw it on the late-late (not late enough) show when I was a kid. 

It should be telling also -- that Polanski pimped Sharon Tate to Hugh Hefner for a photo spread in his magazine (Playboy 1967).  That stuff does not wash off.  Once a woman gets winkled out of her clothes for the camera, her good name is no more.  I can only imagine what her family thought of Polanski after that.

The photo spread was shot on the set of Polanski's vampire movie with Tate in character.  I have seen the photos.  They looked like they were taken after a day's shooting, when people have drinks and unwind.  She was in a bubble bath like the one in the movie.  It appeared to be the same movie set they used in the film.  She looked pleasantly tipsy.  This is a common trick for getting a girl out of her clothes.  Who doesn't know that but the young women it happens to -- then it's too late.

Penthouse was next.  But now she was pregnant.  It ruined any chance of more exploitation.  She promised that once she became a mother, she would quit the movie business.  Therefore, pimping her to sleazy magazines just came to a halt.  And so did more bimbo movie scripts.  No more bang out of this one.  

Her husband's true colours can be seen in a home movie.  It seems unlikely that she knew they were being filmed.  What Christian wife would submit to that?  Vincent Bugliosi made sure to mention it in a book he wrote with help from Curt Gentry (Helter Skelter, the #1 true crime best seller of all time).  How true it is remains to be proven.

In 1977, Polanski got caught drugging a 13 year old girl and taking advantage of her.  Samantha Gailey was her name.  This is why he cannot come to the U.S.  He fled the country and found asylum in France.  He is a fugitive in this country.  A man who pimps young women to sleazy magazines is the tip of an ice berg.  Slipping drugs to a young girl so he can have sex with her -- is not okay.  I don't care how many birds-of-a-feather buddies he has in hollywood.

Kummer bought the zeitgeist before he bought the farm.  Enough good grass will do that for you.  It was the swingin' sixties just like the commies wanted.  A blade that cut both ways for Polanski -- in that Kummer was spending time at his house while he was away.  Heck, was that baby even his?  It would be a generation before DNA testing could find out.  Kummer had to be a burr under the saddle.  He was 30 times better looking and wore tighty-whitey swim trunks.  Still in Sharon's hair.  Literally.  Kummer was a hair-dresser.

He was a barber in his Navy hitch -- four years during the Korean War.  After he got out, he went to beauty school and parlayed his craft into a lucrative business.  It was a showcase for his talent.  What he did with Jim Morrison's lilting, curly hair was a master piece.  The list is long for more of that.  He had to open a second salon and train a bigger staff.  Hollywood flocked to his gifted hands.  That does not make him a social climber.  It just makes him good at what he does.

Roman Polanski was in London the night somebody killed all the Catholics in his house.  So they pin it on Charlie Manson and a few doped-up hippies.  Are you kidding me?  The whole thing reads lame.   It clunks like recreational murders they pin on Mexican boys who can't speak English.  Little indigenos who are as illegal as they are illiterate.  Clueless, they get dragged off to prison.  Covering the ass of a snuff-party pervert.

How else would all these lurid photographs make it into the public domain?  Along with slab shots of JFK and Collette MacDonald.  No law suits from the families.  Why not?  Doesn't that point to "who dunnit." You can easily find crime scene photos on the internet.  And autopsy reports.  These are viciously guarded and kept from the public in most cases.  For matters of decorum and medical protocol.  But not for these people.  Why not?  I believe it is for the convenience and perusing pleasure of somebody with a glass of cognac in one hand and cigar in the other.  That ain' gonna be your jail birds.

Who is breaking a sweat trying to control your internet?  Who bottle-necks your social media?  Who owns your social media?  Who penalizes you for expressing your opinion on their servers?  Who sends the eff bee eye to your house for it?  Who controls your local police and all the three letter guys?  Who imprisons people in Europe for expressing doubt about the hollow cost? 

I believe Charlie Manson was like one of those scape-goat Mexicans.  Except he wasn't illegal.  And he could speak English.  The photos of him that appear criminally insane -- look like speed and mescaline to me.  Once in jail, they got you by the ass.  And can drug you with anything they like.  Then snap a photo. 

After long enough in an empty concrete cell, you will sign anything.  It is easy to get people to crack.  Just keep them in there long enough without food, water and sleep.  If they smoke cigarettes, so much the better.  People will say anything you want for the camera.  Like that stuff from Susan Atkins, for example.  She looked fried out of her mind.  Drugs are handy for that.  Like the dope they inject you with just before surgery.  Benzodiazepines make you pliable, obedient and disconnect your fight or flight response.  Charlie and friends appear to have been heavily drugged while in custody.  And then framed. 

How hard would it be to convince drifty hippie girls that they blacked out on a bad trip?  Under long duress and pressure.  "Sign here, and we'll let you go pee and have a cigarette."  Gettum high enough and tellum they are auditioning for a movie.  This was, after all, Los Angeles.  There are so many ways of smelting a "confession" out of innocent people.  Drugs, hypnosis, duress, torture.  Then you can make them prison place-holders.  No independent journalist will ever get near them.

Since "some people" are notoriously two-bird, this way they take care of Charlie's hippy colony breeding like rabbits over at the old Spahn Ranch.  And fix what's ailing Mr. Movie Director at the same time.  No oscar's yet for his satanic movies, but he should have gotten one for his performance at the funeral.  There were the numerous, obligatory interviews.  Never seen an eye so dry.

Common scenarios apply.  There are many reasons men have for wanting to kill their wives.  Infidelity is one.  And who can blame them.  During Nixon's term in office, they were tapping white house phones.  How bigga stretch would it be for Roman Polanski to have that done to his house.  No man likes to be called a cuckold.  Ego's are big in hollywood.  Swingin' sixties or no swingin' sixties.  Those yellow press journalists rode around in helicopters to see whose car was parked in whose driveway.  People talk. 

The press are voracious mako's.  This feeding frenzy went on for decades.  They like train wrecks, wars, catastrophes, massacres and mayhem.  Because it sells papers, movies, books, magazines and slanted TV shows.  They get a million miles out of dead movie stars and Princess Diana's.  I am of the firm belief that when things are peaceful for too long, they hire thugs to murder people so they can write about it.

Does this sound like a guilty man to you:  https://youtu.be/dAdpMdYrRrI    I believe that Manson was behind the Tate/LaBianca murders like I believe Osama bin Laden was behind 9/11.  I believe Dr. Jeff MacDonald slaughtered his family like I believe Germany killed millions of Roman Polanski's.  Some things are just enormous lies.  And they fly because of what a famous man once wrote, "People will believe the bigger lies, because they refuse to believe that someone could tell that big of a lie."  Human nature is predictable.  Consider it a weakness.

They tell so many lies they can't keep 'um straight.  When I was a kid in junior high, I cracked that book of Vincent Bugliosi's.  Convoluted, lame and elaborate tales of how and why a group of homeless hippies suddenly went on a sophisticated mission to kill people they did not know.  You could smell the baloney for miles.  But I was a wide-eyed kid who swallowed it with the rest of the world. 

Memorized the whole shee'bang.  Ain' a kid no more.  That stuff read like damage control.  Recently got on the net and read a whole new generation of cock and bull.  By a whole new generation of bull-shitters.  None of today's lies remotely match the ones in Bugliosi's book.  Liars always forget their lies.  That's why Mark Twain wrote, "If you never tell a lie -- you never have to remember anything."  Because truth resides in long term memory.  Lies do not. 

Like today's random domestic terrorism, anybody who sees it has to die.  That is why they end up shooting so many people.  And why they shot Steven Earl Parent.  He just happened up the driveway and saw them.  And just happened to be Catholic.  This was a massacre of Catholics.  Because everyone at this address was Catholic.  And so were Rosemary and Leno LaBianca who got butchered the following night.

It breaks my heart to hear the post-mortem smear jobs floating around about Steve Parent after all these years.  He was an 18-year-old boy, still living with mom and dad.  They say that he had homosexual tendencies and was out on a "booty-call" the night he died.  And that he had a police record for stealing electronics.

The devil knows us by our feel.  Like we know him.  And so do his people.  Because they are all plugged into him.  And his lusts they will do.  Like we are plugged into the Holy Spirit.  Leave it to those whom Jesus called "children of the devil."  The father of lies is their daddy.  And was a murderer from the beginning.  Why would they say anything good about Christian souls?

So.  They stabbed Abigail Folger to death.  The poe leece noted her red night gown the next morning.  But it was actually white.  They tortured John Kummer and Sharon Tate.  Who was 8 and 1/2 months pregnant.  They made sure to ugly-up Kummer and bash his face in.  Was that a love note from Polanski?

They hate Germans almost as much as Catholics, Muslims, Russians and Greeks.  Abigail's mother was an El Salvadorian patrician who married a coffee tycoon.  https://youtu.be/wggAiEnQAvo

Kummer's fake hollywood name was Jay Sebring.  That hokey movie Shampoo was a post-mortem smear job.  Like he was supposed to be a sleazy rounder.  They couldn't make him a homosexual.  I think he was in love with Sharon Tate until he died.  She was supposed to have been his bride.  Kummer was in high demand because he was good at an honest day job.  Who in hollywood can say that?

The only thing Kummer and company got wrong was to think that because they were popular, the world was their friend.  Who could hate them?  Who would harm them?  Why have a gun in the house?  Why lock the doors?  Kummer had a bullet hole to go with the rest of his wounds.  They made sure nobody would open his coffin.  You should'a hadda pistol, Johnny. 

House full of sitting ducks with cut telephone lines.  And dope-smokin' Tex Watson was supposed to know the location of and the difference between an electricity box and a telephone box.  In the dark.  And just happen to have the right tool to cut the line with like he does this for a living.  How likely is that.

Those who did the killing knew what kind of knife to use.  It takes a big one to stab through a sternum and into the heart.  Somebody knew their anatomy.  And appears to have done this kind of work before.  With more muscle than a girl would have.  The autopsy reports are proudly displayed.  Complete with slab shots.  One in particular is beyond the pale.  What has Abigail Folger done to deserve this gross indignity?  One and a half inch blade, four inches deep. 

Keep guns in your house, people.  Where you can gettum fast.  And teach your kids how to shoot.  Daddy taught me early and told me never to point a gun at anyone  -- I did not plan on killing.  Before leaving for Europe, Daddy gave me a loaded pistol and said to sleep with it under my pillow until he got back.  My sister and I would be alone in the house for weeks.  In an old farm house with no neighbors for miles.  Daddy said, "If anybody comes through that door, you kill that son-of-a-bitch."  And I said "yes sir."  If you go to movies, malls, crowded venues or wall mart, you should carry a pistol.  Our times make the wild, wild west look tame.

As a parting shot, I took honours history and stellar astronomy.  Everything they taught me was a lie.  Therefore, what from the media could be true?  The same people who own and run the media, published all my college text books.  The sources for what I wrote can be found in the public domain.

 T R U E   H I M M L E R

T h e    R e v i e w s    

 

This book claims David Irving as its author.  Much of the text bears his signature, however, there appears to be admixture.  Early in the book, one encounters the obligatory smear on Adolf Hitler.  It is not like Irving to write of the Chancellor that he was the mentally deficient heir of a bastard.  This book is not about Adolf Hitler.  It is the lionizing biography of Heinrich Himmler.  In 496 pages.

 

On page 497, one gets hit with a vague and disjointed barrage of "author's notes."  After 106 pages of this un-scholarly, convoluted mess, there comes an index.  The whole enchilada took somebody 639 pages.  Numerologists can have their fun with that.  But for this review I will stick to my line of work.  And say that it is also not like Irving to disregard proper academic format.

 

Cantering along, one gets a clear portrait of Himmler.  Dutiful son.  Devout Roman Catholic.  Chaste.  Virtuous.  Fastidious scribbler in his diary.  Voracious reader.  Soldierly and brave.  To use Irving’s words, “ever the white knight.”

 

Yet pebbles of contradiction lay in the text.   One encounters supposed comments made by Himmler’s brother and widow about how Heinrich was a coward.  How can he lead the SS and be anything but an Alexander?  The predictable and hackneyed smears of Himmler’s enemies jump off the pages in stark relief to what should be Irving’s writing.  Those familiar with Irving’s other books will see it plainly.

 

Even the nickname that Himmler’s mother used for him, suddenly peppers the text  -- clearly meant to smear him.  Because in English it is a vulgar and derogatory term.  But in German, it is a common term of endearment for the name Heinrich.  This is not something Irving would have done.  Not scholarly.  Not like him.

 

At the end of this biography (p. 494), one gets the feeling that Irving’s text is truncated.  Stops abruptly, with “He had yet to see a single dead person.”  The reader is left hanging for more.  A sudden precipice of “where to now?  That’s it?  What about the years you have not covered before Himmler’s sadistic murder?” 

 

On the next page one slams into an epilogue that does not read like Irving.  It amounts to a hastily-written one page of damage control.  A cloven hoof print with which the Holy Roman Empire is intimately familiar.  Oh yes, my little peeps.  They play for keeps.  Hailing hard from Byzantium.  All the way back to Constantine and Saint Helen, his mother.  Holy Crosse in the sun. 

 

Where you gonna run?  Cornered like a rat. 

 

Why do you think they changed the name of Constantinople to Istanbul in 1930?  They don’t want you to know that Constantine the Great was a Roman emperor.  By one wave of his hand, corrupt and decadent Rome became the Holy Roman Empire.  And reigned for 1000 years. 

 

This Trojan horse of traitors who erases our history -- broke a sweat trying to contaminate this biography.  Subverters of all that is right and good. 

 

Let us survey the evidence.  As we shout from commie statues everywhere, “Viva Cristo Rey!”  I’m reviewing a book today.

 

Endnotes have no superscripted numbers before page 492.  Why not?  Endnotes are listed under “notes and sources” in composite fashion.  Why?  One is left with a whole page to search over.  They are listed by only the page number.  As if a reader has that much time to search and hunt for something.  Sources should be listed under “sources” and endnotes under “endnotes.”

 

On page 497, “Abbreviations Used” appears to be sources used.  And questionable ones at that.  Holocaust Museum?  The list is cryptic at best.

 

The layout for endnotes, sources and citations is a morass.  Where is the author’s bibliography?  At the hoax museum?

 

Page 523:  wrong page cited.  Page 121 should be page 122. 

 

Page 20:  wrong spelling of Luneburg.

 

Page 81:  line 11, “morning suit” should read “mourning suit.”

 

Page 93:  why is the objective truth labeled a poison because Chancellor Hitler is the one who points it out?  The next three pages are smear sheets on Adolf Hitler.  Isn’t this a biography of Himmler?

 

Page 113:  Twelve lines down, “…Inge Barco hooked-up with them.”   Here is another phrase out of character and time sync.  It is rather an Americanism in current use.

 

Page 122:  half way down the page, there is an erroneous comment about how “Turks expelled Armenians in 1915.”  It was rather jews false-flagging it.  They called themselves “the Young Turks” whilst massacring Armenians and their children.  They chopped off the hands of children and watched them run around in the desert, bleeding to death.  Ever the impostors.  Irving would not have written so gross an error.

 

Page 128:  This is not a British phrase, “when the roll is called out yonder…”  It is incorrectly stated anyway.  It is supposed to read “when the roll is called up yonder…”  A popular Christian hymn from the American South.  And one with which Irving would likely not have been familiar.

 

Page 152:  Last line, bottom of page.  What is so outrageous about Mein Kampf?  Irving would not have written that.

 

Page 178:  Twelve lines down, what is the source for the comment about a euthanasia programme?

 

Page 191:  Bottom of page, “globe-trotter” is out of character and time-sync.

 

Page 200:  Harping on Hitler again, “The whole thing was a charade…”  What about Adolf Hitler was anything but the earnest Christian truth?

 

Page 210:  Bottom of page, last paragraph, first line, “…which is why we…”  Who are “we”?  Also on pages 213 and 214, supposedly Irving uses plural possessive pronouns (we, us, our, etc.)  This occurs throughout the text, whereas in his past books, Irving uses “I, me, my, etc.”   He proudly owns his work.  But in this book he appears to have more cooks in the kitchen who are helping him with the stew.

 

Page 215:  Mid-page, comment about modern term, “Antifa-men.”  Out of time-sync and incongruent with history.

 

Page 245:  Half way down the page, “…Heydrich’s son told us…”  Who is us?

 

Page 255:  What are the sources for this smear sheet full of hooligans, homo’s and crack-pots?  Are these not Christian men?

 

Page 279:  Half way down the page.  Whoa!  “The story was…”  Where is the footnote and source citation for “how the story was?”  The story was???  How is that biography?  Nothing Irving would have written.  At bottom of page the phrase “bumped off” is used.  Another out of time-sync and out of character.

 

Page 282:  Half way down the page, “When the real killing began…”  and “Half a dozen years later…”  Why not six years later?  Who is the writer here?  What is your source for this?

 

Page 284:  Speculation and conjecture are not Irving’s style.  The phrase, “…was heard to say…”  is not Irving’s wont as a historian.  What is the source?  Where is the citation?

 

Page 285:  What nauseating alliteration, “calculating commissioner of killings…”  How can Himmler be that and also be “an eternal white knight?” 

 

Page 286:  Line 13, what is meant by, “true national socialism (that is not what it later became)”  ?? 

 

Page 295:  Lindenfycht is spelled “Lyndenficht” and “Lindenfycht” on the same page.  Half down the page and at the bottom.  Somebody does not seem to know the correct spelling.  Irving is fluent in German.

 

Page 298 and 299:  Author talks out of both sides of his mouth here.  Irving would not do that.

 

Page 299:  Bottom paragraph, claims that Reinhard Heydrich’s papers put Catholics at the top of a list of “Germany’s most dangerous enemies.”  Oh yeah?  Heydrich, Himmler and Hitler were all Roman Catholics.

 

Page 316:  Line nine, “painter Adolph von Menzel…”  no German spells Adolf like that.  Irving was fluent in German.

 

Page 321:  Why do these photos begin with Himmler’s corpse?  It is followed by chronological family photos.  Irving would not have done that.

 

Page 338:  Noting another of many phrases that Irving uses to paint a portrait of Himmler’s character, “the puritan, incorruptible Himmler…”

 

Page 371:  Bottom of page, the eight-year-old Gudrun is called “infant.”

 

Page 378:  First paragraph, “Catholic Austrians would prove more dedicated, amoral and ruthless…”   How so?  Source?  Citation?

 

Page 379:  Why is the newspaper Der Sturmer called smutty?  Source?  Citation?

 

Page 395:  Half way down the page, last sentence, “…probably quoting what Hitler actually said…”  Conjecture is not biography.

 

Pages 407 and 408:  Tops of pages, “Cut-throats and flunkies?”  Qualify that.

 

Page 430:  “homes invaded, women raped and 90 people murdered…”  Oh yeah?  Source it.  Your end notes qualify nothing.

 

Page 478:  Second paragraph, in what appears to be more from a sloppy ghost-writer, Himmler’s secretary is smeared for being the mother of his two bastard children.  No source.  No citation.  If this were true, we would have been reading about these kids on the cover of every yellow rag and magazine for the last 78 years. 

 

Page 487:  “Hitler wanted a few false-flag ops on the Polish border.”  Baloney.  He didn’t need them.  The Poles and Czechs were doing a bang-up job with real atrocities against the Germans – who were trapped on their WW1 land seizures.  Qualify this comment.  It is not in your endnotes.

 

Pages 598 and 601:  sloppy work, guys.  Endnotes got mixed up.  Chapter 38 got repeated and scooted others out of sync.

 

Throughout the text, there are too many ellipses.  Leaving readers without good context for quotes used. 

 

In summary, I believe this book is the unfinished work of David Irving that has been commandeered and corrupted.

 

 

 

 

Exit Stage Left

To whom it concerns:  Part of my Calling is to educate.  Since you are a "goer with the flow," it should not be a stretch for you to go with my flow.  The only flow that matters.  All the other flows of your life have been judas goats.  If you do not know what a judas goat is, the time is high for you to look it up.  As for taking cheap shots at my academic record, dude, the list is long of effs at mid term.  it became par for the courses.  predictably, depending on who was teaching them.  and doing a shitty job of it (also predictably).  the devil's people never make good teachers unless they are showing you how to cook meth or have perverted sex.  That was some white water i was fighting too.  the challenge became -- just to graduate.  i left the local u. with a 3.8.  Despite the haters.  when i hit the oscar and golf, they went for my throat with all they had.  same thing happened in minnesota and the bravo.  i realised there was an "element" in academe that was out to get me.  by last semester it began to dawn on me.  who these people were and why they are still fighting ww2.  their Christ'ian enemies are all dead, yet they still beat the horse.  they are weaned to hate the last nation who gave them the drop-kick.  not a word about the 55 others who have done exactly the same thing, for exactly the same reason.  Since 700 Anno Domini.  That's "A.D." in case you didn't know.  It is Latin that means "Year of Our Lord."  this is why they have changed it to (C.E.).  That is for "common era."  Totally bogus.  It means nothing.  Just more of the devil's gibberish.  People choke on lots of that today.  It is by design.  Confusion is his wingman.  My mission is to keep people like you from getting confused.  So pay attention.  Everything I'm writing here is beyond the craft of man.  I would not dare claim it.  Be aware of my humility.  I just rose from a 103+ fever.  Life is fragile here below.  See, the deal with a fever, is that it sometimes burns so hot that it fries your brain.  Think of the brain as a computer.  That is why november india sierra charlie had to beef up the air conditioners on their main frame floor.  That big main frame got real hot.  thing is when a computer over-heats, it shuts down.  everything crashes.  your brain does the same thing on yellow fever, sepsis, scarlet fever and assorted strains of influenza.  you don't survive the fever.  because when your brain reaches a certain temp, it shuts down.  when that happens, your lungs and heart shut down with it.  flat line.  exit stage left.  you'll know then what a judas goat is, if that was your flow.  going along to get along.  don't do it.  your ego will not leave here with you.  nor your fiat money.  our anatomy is fragile.  we can slip away so easily.  all it takes is a fever.  you better believe that God has the helm.  clearly we never do.  in the case of the common reprobate, He just lets 'um twist in the wind.  they deserve what they get for thinking that they are the captains of their soul.  be advised that your current dictionaries are full of lies.  they use every trick to confuse the school kids.  the word reprobate has nothing to do with calvinism.  Calvin was a frenchman who taught that we are saved by Grace.  The myth of "predestination" is more baloney from team 6.  the word "reprobate" means a stubborn fool on the broad path to damnation.  heading for the black abyss.  right where the judas goats led him.  often times dangling their money carrots.  money is the root of all evil God said.  Case in point.  boy you better listen to me.  because i am assuredly whistling dixie.  their elegant, noble and blessed civilisation had little to do with thralldom.  though that has been the way of the world all the way back to Moses.  france, england, portugal and many others had african captives working on their plantations.  the traffickers, however, were the same gang that snatch your kids from wall mart.  the missing kids who don't star in snuff films, spend their time  sucking cox in houses of prostitution.  no i'm not making this up.  no motive.  most people have a motive for what they do.  get some read.  but be careful where you get it.  start with The Word of God.  if you are interested in what went on in the old south, read the fremantle diary by cold stream guard officer lieutenant colonel james arthur lion fremantle.  queen victoria sent him to investigate the cotton blockade.  the truth from a 3rd party outsider with no motive to lie about anything.  a fabulous read.  i believe every word of it.  As for God's mighty Word,  i have led you people to water.  but i cannot make you drink.  God said "I am the living water."  pseudo-Bible scholars quote that often time.  but they couldn't tell you whom he was addressing.  it applies to each of us.  but was given initially to a quippy girl who came to draw water.  while His men went off to get food, Jesus sat down by the well to rest.  It was Jacob's well.  Here comes this loose-livin' chick with a water jar.  She of course was a Samaritan.  And God said to her, "give me to drink."  She quipped, "you people usually don't talk to us Samaritans and now you want water from me?"  God answered saying, "if you knew Who I was, you would be asking me for water -- living water."  She bantered back and forth with Him a little bit.  And God said "go get your husband."  She quipped "I have no husband."  The Lord said "you have well spoken.  For you have had five husbands and are currently shacked up with the new guy."  Bam.  God knows us at 360 degrees.  She went running back to Samaria and said there was a man at the well who knew everything she had ever done.  and that He was the Christ.  That was the first thing she got right.  And i am certain that her life improved from there.  Living water, people.  get yourselves some of that before a fever burns you off the stage.

Charlie tack One Three Zero

 

 I have earned my place on their shit list.  They killed my cat.  Stuff like that.  Been shot at more times than I can count.  Rifles and pistols mostly.  They pay bottom-feeders to crash their junkers into my car (T-boners, rear-enders and ones that come at me head-on).  No dirt is too small.  I've seen it all.  Been smeared in their papers.  Smeared on the net.  Same treatment that real journalists get.   Lunatic buzz jobs from C-130's.  Look out for the long lens.  My badge should be red.  If I were not in the palm of God's hand, I would be dead.  Still had work to do.  When that is done -- so much for the fun. 😊

 

 

 

 

Hostage to the Devil

 

         T h e     R e v i e w s

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.

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