By muckracker1 (Reporter)
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The Zio Satanic Mass Murder Cabal is the hardest working junta in show business. They are the James Brown of gratuitous slaughter and applied genocide. They don’t normally give out awards for this kind of thing but if they did, the walls of the Zio-Satanic clubhouse would be lined with trophy cases on all sides. Wait a minute… they gave Howdy Doody the Ignobel Peace Prize! They gave it to that porcine Nosferatu Kissinger too. How amazing is it that things like this can go on, that absurdity can be heaped upon absurdity, until the Tower of the Ridiculous disappears in the clouds? On a clear day it shimmers in the Chemtrails. There are no more clear days. On a clear day you can see Armageddon, cue whoever it was that sang that insipid song; probably the same person that did, “Feelings.” ‘nothing more than feeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelings’

 

Yes… this is one of the greatest wonders to me, that this whole triple tractor trailer load of weasel shit can just keep steaming along like those behemoths on Australian highways, except, instead of dead kangaroos littering the sides of the road, it’s dead people. I’m guessing that people just aren’t that curious. They don’t go looking to see what really happened. They don’t want to know. I imagine if you laid it out step by step about 9/11, many of them would say, “Yeah, I see what you’re talking about but it can’t be true because otherwise everyone would know.” Well, they wouldn’t actually say that but it would be some kind of a permutation on one theme of denial or another. “Can I have another Sir!!!” “Hurts so good! C’mon baby now it hurts so good! Sometimes sheeple don’t do what they should, yadda yadda…”

Here’s a classic example of the kind of mealy mouthed double speak that comes out of the ‘seeming’ alternative end of Tribe-Speak. Look at the way the language is shaped and the little kickers stuck in here and there. The best part is at the end when he hits the reader up for money. Heh heh.

 

There’s me and all those other bloggers and people lecturing and doing that word of mouth thing. You figure that gradually, enough people would have tumbled to the transparently obvious lies doing the Hokey Pokey all over the planet but no… they just keep sticking their right foot in and taking their left foot out and shaking it all about, hoping someone notices how good their ass looks in those tight jeans, given they are in that minority. This is the thing about Materialism and those who are sucking on the tit. There’s some kind of chemical juice that comes through the tit and it creates a mindset like induced coma. That’s not really a mindset unless you think of it as a mind set in concrete. Point being, after a certain point, there’s that body of the public that WILL NOT wake up and so… catastrophe and massive trauma is required by the cosmos to get their attention which, at the moment, is busy thumbfucking their cellphone, eating one of those pizzas that have cheese and bacon baked into the crust, or spanking the monkey to pedestrian porn, except when it’s not so pedestrian.

 

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