A Jerusalem landmark hotel was torn down in the latest jewish land- grab in Palestine, while one jew shoots another in Arizona. There are even rumors that the actual target of this little rat-face, was the judge that he successfully killed. This particular judge had recently shot down an Obama cash-grab in his court. The rest was all smoke and mirrors and killing more children. Killing children for money. Screwing children. These seem to be hallmarks of the tribe. Cash-grab. Land-grab. Kid-grab. It’s all too sick to even think about. But we have to.
When I “advertise” my site to friends and acquaintances, the first question out of their mouths is invariably: “am I gonna get a visit from the FBI if I go there?” Half kidding. Half serious. Pussies. Doesn’t anyone have any balls anymore? Don’t they understand that all that science “fiction” that they read as a kid is happening now? I’m not talking about flying cars.
When I was a teenager on the run, so to speak…my Mother BHS, had no idea what part of the world I was in. We put our parents through so much pain without giving a flying fuck at a rolling doughnut. Anyway, she contacted anyone and everyone trying to track me down. The Police. Hospitals in various far-flung seaports…and as a last resort, a friend-of-a-friend that was an FBI agent. Understanding her frantic concern about my safety, he ran a check on me. He came back with a report that stated in essence that I: stayed at this house…met these people…attended this peace rally…spent the night there…traveled to this city…was seen panhandling on this street…blah, blah. Upshot of it was…nothing to worry about. We are watching him. Hell, by the time I did call home(probably in search of some cash) she, not being on drugs herself, knew more about my activities than I (usually on some drugs)knew. Spooky, I thought. Oh well, shit happens and the “man” is always there. No biggie. That’s what we were fighting. His facial features weren’t clear back then. They hadn’t come into focus in my drug-addled eyes. They are clear as a bell now. But, of course it’s almost too late.
Then I was a punk kid. No threat really. Now I am an old man(well, relatively)…also no real threat. But what of the rest of us. Those in the prime adult years that walk around without testicles? I am amazed constantly at how deeply in the game they are. How much they can concentrate on their monopoly money and the next roll of the dice. Don’t they even take a break from the game to go take a piss?
I still have my testicles… I am no hero. But you are. Apparently just reading this type of, what we used to call anti-establishment…now known as antisemitic, rhetoric can get you followed. Followed online. Followed through airlines, banks, etc…everywhere the ash-can-nazi has his filthy fingers. And where does he not?
As we all knew it would…the new rhetoric about free speech and it’s “limits” are being trotted out by every whore with fishnet stockings and sparkly dresses…male or female. We have the heeb sheriff from Fuck-you County, Arizona saying that Sarah Palin is cross-hairing the wrong jews. We have the cuckolded(can a female BE a cuckold…or is she really female?)Hilary likening this ghastly shooting to 9/11 or blood-libel or the holohoax or some such jewish shit. It’s all a bad Roman Polanski(whatever happened to that child-raping shithead?)film.
And the hero of this B-flick from hell? Well, that part hasn’t been cast yet. But I don’t think the 30-minute-response-time EMT’s are even in the running.
So to all the “players” out there. Hold on to your cheap purple property cards and wait patiently for the next roll…
You may get the part. The hero may be YOU, the viewer, the player. The one that has to pee but just can’t leave the game. It’s so exciting.