"The turning point occurred in a kebab restaurant in the heart of the Turkish capital. While waiting for the train to cross into Syria, Akbar stop by the store Kebab. There he met with Noor Huda Ismail, founder of the Inscription Peace Foundation is also an observer of terrorism. Knowing Akbar is a citizen of Indonesia, Huda directly buy him eat kebab. While eating a typical Turkish meal, Akbar told of his plans to cross into Syria. "At first I thought she was a spy, jeans, short hair," he said."
AuS “……you and I will not exist one day to defend the poor
backward peoples in their own countries, such as Palestine…..”
As long term readers will know I have one question for the
wandering slave traffickers that infest those shores. When did you lot, when
you were part of the great centre of civilisation, ever protest and try to stop the
slaving of endless floods of white women and children. Millions and millions of
European slaves traded through your stinking ports.
All that has happened is that a fitter team, trained in the
Pale, has moved in to take over the business at RCE/TA since 1919.
K and AuS are Simpphukkwitz. Stop tossing your
kabbalahsigrunes you khaaants.
The sooner that Levant is a
smoking shitheap the better.
Bring it on.
BTW K and AuS what was the proportion of white persons on
Phokkmee the Sanheeeeddrin will give this guy a Robert
Maxwellian burial for services to the Apiru via a Chabaddee storm front. All
you need to do is listen long enough and then you get the key to their
I didn’t even get to enjoy May as I would have liked and
July has gone. I will have to call a month’s hiatus to the execution of the
July hiatus since the pages are multiplying.
As Thomas Sheridan, at side bar dragon, says; it is the artists that
are the most dangerous and will get culled first. What he knows and didn’t say
is that they will die in green housed exploration. It is a measure of the
weapon system weakness that such a gargantuan amount of treasure was thrown at the
artists in the midst of the paucity of the Apiru power, confirming his thesis.
The iGreen grown non viable artists are removed now and only kheech remains.
However the poets of deep
resonance reconnaissance are moving fast with high velocity pharmacy delivered in stasis.
I’d love Mark Devlin, over dread&TT, to wander into the period when
the Apiru raised their horns and write his next book about the vacancies.
Anyway here are some of my favourites from the days when I
didn’t know I was already weit Aufklärung and was not coming back. Oh yes. That
Oh yes. Could not resist it.
August, apart from trying to comment on the stoker article forwarded
from earlier today, really will be quite quiet. Catchup and ketchup time.
Now slip on the bracken phones, pour a fine blend, nose
slowly, sippistenjoy the peat and the murk.
Whilst listening at the Spitfire list always bear in mind the angloApiru.