One of the great things about welfare scrounging talentless
bitchpainters and boymessers is that they are so talentless and numbed by
success they cannot see how likely they are to be first on the spit when the
lights go out. They cannot help themselves but get skylined every moment of
Don’t get me wrong, I agree with Sheridan that the artists are the first ones
to warn the rest of us of doom approaching but that is real artists, you know,
the one’s with talent.
Anyway one day, just before that last BBQ, the committees that
dole out the free money we get to carry as odious debt, should be taken to the
beach and left, with their pet fartists, up to their necks in the sand.
Everyone who wants to can them come and wank in their faces. Now that is an
installation worth being.
Then the poets can get a similar exercise in self
pubicsplishing. Tie them naked to a pole, surround them with their works and
hit them with the infrasound. Oh boy the outpourings of juicy creativity,
queefart, laureate manoil, ladytbatter, queerblather and public ridicule would
be a wondrous creation. Truly Davincean in its mixing of media. Stenching in
I could do better blowing a five note gale out my buttuba
after a good saagwala murg and 10 pints of Cralsberg Export. Anytime, any
surface, pungent 4D faartart. For FREE.
Stick it up Saatchi’s shitter, rotate and hang from a
Ever been assaulted by the ming of a barrenweebachle? Ever
been offended by the purveyors of perverted historical offal, the awful lies of
history creatives and liars? Reportriat the phukkers now for a deliberate
cascade abort. At least their body parts might function as a greater use
fractionally than as a whole hole.
If fractional reserve murder, GMO NGO poisoning and
quantitative easing of schlongs up every immature orifice is not understood yet
then expect more massive numbers of dead persons everywhere as the globe
spirals into universal slavery and the coat of many colour perps make off like
bandits as usual.
Shuv your skyfairy walter mitty contracts up your erse sideways.
“The world is like a ride in an amusement park, and when you
choose to go on it you think it's real because that's how powerful our minds
are. The ride goes up and down, around and around, it has thrills and chills,
and it's very brightly coloured, and it's very loud, and its fun for a while.
Many people have been on the ride a long time, and they begin to wonder,
"Hey, is this real, or is this just a ride?" And other people have
remembered, and they come back to us and say, "Hey, don't worry; don't be
afraid, ever, because this is just a ride." And we … kill those people.
"Shut him up! I've got a lot invested in this ride, shut him up! Look at
my furrows of worry, look at my big bank account, and my family. This has
to be real."
It's just a ride. But we always kill the good guys who try and tell us that,
you ever notice that? And let the demons run amok … But it doesn't matter,
because it's just a ride. And we can change it any time we want. It's only a
choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings or money. Just a simple choice,
right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks
on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love instead see all
of us as one. Here's what we can do to change the world, right now, to a better
ride. Take all that money we spend on weapons and defences each year and
instead spend it feeding and clothing and educating the poor of the world, which
it would pay for many times over, not one human being excluded, and we could
explore space, together, both inner and outer, forever, in peace.” http://floggingdeadhorses.blogspot.com/2012/03/ides-of-march-2012.html
It is two decades now since the foolery of a full DIcke
keystone coppery got rolled out as NOX rich incomplete combustion and everyone
has forgotten what came just before. When the dyke broke just after the combat
water wombats of red satire dams were buried, there was a massive surfer and
there rode a brilliance that even ordinary medians could talk about without
realising the fathom of their free thoughts.
It must be over a quarter of a century now sine I heard Mark
Thomas banging on about the Illysu dam and it chimed with other things that had
wandered into to mind since the days, way before when the stench of supplphur
was a ceremony, things were just not contiguous.
Like the GMAT Comintern test. Like a load of rubbish from
every economist komissar you ever heard of. The stench of the thieving workshy.
Ever wondered how much silver was sent into the deserts to
destroy ancient things? Go on Milton
let’s hear your retarded supply side on that. Oh Moshe your shit about
proletarians wouldn’t get far in a fart cantor internal bowel movement as
One of the greatest things to know about the skeletons of
the twin towers is that Tolkien was alive in New Zealand and if they had been
made is silver, like stone, you could never get anything hotter than the street
whore's booboobeeddoo kosherblowjobs to start.
Over at one of my favourites we have another great outing.
gc take it away…..
How do we know if that burning tanker was not shot in the
back lot of a 21st Century Captain Scarlett and organ donor Joe
Nightly as temple whore Lady Penelope production just off the A-1M? We must
assume that like everything it is a fake imagination as reality play.
Luck, serendipity as synchronicity is the by product of not
just good planning but foresight at our distance.
One must remember that not just the illumination of velum
and humane skin but the maintenance of the prayer shield was for ever their
duty. A weight never lifted but sustained for all time.
It is not just the smoke of cathedrals that we scry, it is once
again the powdered atoms of infinite singularities as pumice. All nuclear chemistry
is contained by scalars. All is within and without us so nothing can ever be
seen that is not the prayer of fooled and evil.
Which bit of night and day all they do is strive to make everyone
slaves, destroy all civilisation and drop all you have into their ever so secret,
you will never get a sniff of them, charidees!
Do you remember all the quality standards that fronts for
theft, like BAe, Goldmansuck, BeePEE, ENRON et al, used to bang on about, yes
that’s right, just before they stole everything? Do you remember the ISOs the TQMs
and the 6 shitma stigma? Well it is all phukkin bollox. Imagine letting a load of
khaants do anything the last person that should be allowed near anything is a
businessretard? As I’ve mentioned before I watched the 89 MBA class try and cross
a crocodile infested swamp after their crap aircraft had crashed phukkin’ far away
from anywhere, all they had was a load of tampons, a bread roll and empty minds
to “work” themselves. If I’d been a local tribe’s man I’d have spit roast the
racist freeks. Now that is Darwinian. Marxist Business Annihilators that cannot
breathe out with, the publically funded, poor person maintained and the constant
attention space of an Iron Lung!
Normally I would consider the taking of a slaughterhouse
poleaxe to the same subject after it has been turned into combustibles, like an
mill as explosion, to be a tad under achieving, however once again the subject
of sabotage has raised its swollen budget glans again. I mean have you bean phukked
so far up the arse you actually got a defective dick head stuck in your frontal
Looking through the remains of the ramen I used to doodle
about as a child I am forced, nay coerced, to make the following statement.
For those who seem to think that all the dead people in Germany
were somehow happy to be blessed by an arshionable fractional socialism then
you are to kuntfed to bloat your own liver. Goosstrangling as steam driven
Byzantine harps reciprocating harpies as herpes is to good for you.
When all that your peace time economy can do is drag the
airframes through the airstreams with your enemies crap castings then the world
of the deal as long range set up is without doubt. The entire world is a deal
and no matter what you do, the far flung new beaches are where the fodder will
be brought to be tied to your canon. Ask the clown Quigley to remark on Lenin’s
Eventually the poverty of existence will be made universal.
As I’ve said many times before the thunder god that made some khaant slit his
son’s throat, lamb kebab delivery by kangaroo, as cum filled bun, a spit on
missals, as dead people in your burger meat, as burning offering as BBQs, as
shit in the racist malnourishment, excepted, could not care if it sat alone
with all the gold in the world in front of a stargate or in front of the midden
at King’s Cross. Just so long as there is nothing other than it’s unformed
thoughts as disabling disability.
Have you looked at what happened just after the first
generation of airframes got designed?
I do consider the flying death trap to be the exact replica
of Bomber B, but it is also the business plan of Me210. All failed afterwards.
Go on then name me anything that worked for the Swedish meatball bag after
1939? What did its handlers do to it in the world’s most unlikely load of ineffectual
Vikings as oopmaloompas' spunk stained refugee camp as pink swirly thing? The
bi cameral dickheads know phukk all.
As I said the time lag of outcome is not ever to be found in
your presented predicament.
Failure is an option, just watch the pissvision, and then
Have you ever been deepen and deep in the clouds over the
No you have not, not with me over Otter Ferry. I spent a
summer in the clouds there listening to B52s and A6s screaming thought the
water ingestion. Ups the impulse. Digging the peat is just a long trench. Putting trees for no reason but a tax break is carbon tax as fumes.
Having been parked here in the easyjet borough, within the
great coffin of dearth, a glaring oddity has been so clear that nob one has
noticed. It is like a missed Ron Jeremy sticking out of David’s cocksocket. No
one is supposed to wonder at the huge hands because from the perspective
leased to us we cannot phantom what a major tumescence should be staring at all
in sundry, in full view, but no one knows it is there. No one is really able to
put their bi cameral minds into focus and see the enormous engorged stiffy poking
everyone’s eye out.
It, this pert petri shitehole, is now a country where one does nothing but whore, thieve
and fool. It is the default setting for barphingfecalpukonomics. Since everybody
of paper in circulation is a fake harlot’s lot. That is correct in order to eat
one must let one’s shitter get phukked by the printed failures. There is to be
no other activity permitted by the stone arse age arse retards that have always stolen as
Take a good look around here in the continuity of oligarchy
shithole, everything has failed. Absolutely nothing works. Why? Because of
retards at the industrial scale currency forging and counterfeiting centre,
life style as Lamarckian choice to deal death. These khaants rejoice at their
unknown murder by issue as onanism. Viewed as a disease or infection then the
corrective action would be to napalm the counting houses and DDT the freaks infesting
and hanging out there.
Unemployment and faux tutelage of the useless cartouche
chizzlers is the norm.
Do you remember the slave markets run out of the backward thieving
shithouse in Venice?
Ever wondered why all that we bereave is shirt lifted? Like
a spell checker foundering all odds. It
is just like pencil whipping, pistol and petrol whipping.
One of the most interesting observations of the intellectual
property world is their enforcers.
If you don’t’cunt want to win anoint then make sure you obey
In a world where one could watch bitches getting it up the
shitter one cannot witness anything. The clap crap Pyongyang pissing in HIV
bukkake ,your eyes, HDTV surround sound BBC show nothing yet one can watch a
fire extinguisher getting shuvved up the exhaust of a harem happy butch.
As I was listening to one of my combustion professors
lecture, I just for once paid atenti, to the progression form reciprocating
machinery to high seed rotating machetes, he said we were not start enough to
do 3D combustion. Breslau.
Lead in cyclic carbon is one of those weird things like taking
nothing from retards to help terrorists. Ever wonder where the next petrol bomb
infused EMP is going to come from? You phuks, you pay for it
Massive brown coal reduction facilities were cranking up in
Seeth EEfrika moan, how did that happen? All gone. You can fart sideways down a
gas turbine, you cannot look away from a corncob otherwise you get non specific
uterthueyeritis, as a life plan.
So how does it happen that you can respect IP law even when
the cities are burning from end to end? The cunning of reason is no match for
the cunts of phukkwittery.
You are each bitched by a bouy that is why.
So after two year of war the Nastees were blasted from the
planet and yet the real war of eradication continues.
Got the idea yet who the eviloids are?
Shuv that cinderblock up your arses sideways. for one day
your hovel will be full of other fucks shit.
Truth Hertz: All Hail Father Abraham! (6-10-19): [Download] Charles comments on our current state of affairs and then gets into his revelations about good ol’ Father Abraham, who is quite a despicable character, spawning the Abrahamic plague upon the Earth.
There is a beautiful photograph of KGV in the Clyde just after launch. She is posed from above; all her
AA and URP are in place, with the south bank of the Clyde
in full view. Cows graze peacefully there.
She is leaving a barren north bank where almost all of the world’s
ship machinery was fabricated 30 years previously. If like your correspondent you
wanted to get all feisty at Mach 3 then the ferreting around at 0 IAS will disappoint your pitot.
What I love about these 14in wagons, counter projectile trend,
is that they should have had 12 guns. Like the big 15 gun gold transports, they
got de balled.
It was realised after the all out ineffectualness of WW1 that
there was no point in achieving victory, all one needed to do was resign hail
on the optics.
If you need to germane a vision of how this pans out simply
take a look at any tiger after the two were handed over freestylee to the opposition.
All are peppered by “useless” anti tank rifle fire.
Always remember that WW2 got halted way before plan. It still
is an unfinished business plan.
Anyway back to my beautiful big boats, short on power, short
on armour, short on guns and short on range. In a global empire. YFK!
All that has occurred these passed 100 years sow that no Northern
European power has access to the Med. But he chinkiecommiechild killers do.
All that Fisher wanted was delivered in 7 Dec 1941.
All that is coming now is Turing Fail AI as liberation.
If you wanted to poison everyone in sight what would you
If everyone was pissoned what would you killincoil?
Do you hate intercourse?
Now that the police minister is getting off the potty what
kind of khaant id is going to dump on us? Hard Sheella is off to park her
barren fanny in asses milk. Ooohh no it is stricken by dry khaant, ohhh no
don’t offend her stasus. It brought nothing into the wold but gunfire and
I do like the sound of all the tree choppers with iGREEN awards
here. 24/7 blurt and phanny killing all. Id is a hand job.
Do you nwowlovov
lemberg what a talpiot is in aushsitts?
I remember, indeed I hold one of my photographs of the day
now, going down the A77 to the old ferry to Ulster. On the way we passed Cairn
Ryan. There she was. Resting as a great pyx. She had held and was blessed with
the sacred memory of all those who never had been named through, in her
substandard material. The name is her.
Whenever the memory of the day I leafed through the book of
the Great War in the public library in my local library seeps into my mind I
see the main spread which was of a dead monitor, all sepiafied, resting in the
stream, guns silent, I remember the long gone; murdered by Apiru travelling,
sacred wandering, counterfeiting criminal racist banksters. Public enemy number 1. A damned good straddling
by 18” sybians is what they need, until the bins are emptied. Furious as creed.
Though not an expert, your correspondent does have a keen
eye on the floating things and it is not without some evidence that the opinion
has formed over the passed decades that there was never meant to be a clear
victory for anything that the inconvenient UKabos did strive for.
Consider the action in the Denmark Strait.
Consider the action off Malaya. Consider the
great ship on Gibraltar beach. Consider the
condition of the Cherry Trees, 9 16inch guns and nothing, why bother? Consider the
only time a full fleet operated and all it did was burn fuel, iGREEN care to
take issue with VoldeRothmort on that?
My old chum hit the dirt on Suez, he was only there because the rations
were better. It was as usual a complete fukkfest that only the best starved by
design harem insulted corral could furnish. Not only did it get Ike on his toes
it most likely got Wassabbi cultists in London upset that all was kicking off
before project mile stone. If you think that the firebase in Tel Aviv is
anything but a crusader castle then you are truly phukked in the witz.
Do you really think that anything in the petridish here in
the smokescreen is not planned within dither? If anything goes off culture cult
then the counterfeit gets pulled. A real dead man handle. But you will never
know the handle of that hand.
So crossing the T is not recommended when your chemical
propellant, you’re cemented and your turbines are all ersatz by accountant. It
is not to be entertained parking you pipper and squeezing the tit when/if you
want to live free. All the mortgagedengines are designed to kill everyone. No
victors except the non-combatant dreadlocked heathen voodabrahamist workshy phantacist.
“So what the phukk are you on about you khaant?” I hear you
WAG seems to have taken a direct hit in the magazines.
Just because I couldn't comment, here you go you Turing Failed crossdessers at the Cheltneham womens first eleven fist festung.
All the expensively cultured areas have been rewilded and the farmland
is no longer British. It is a firebase control centre. Think Khe San as an economic model you Chicago schooled money failures. What do you
expect? USofA is next.
As an aside it should be noted that all the imported black and tans, especially the welfare bitch tans, think you Irish are trouble making terrorists.
BWAHAAHAHAHHAAAAA. Stone age stoner misogynist head choppers calling kettle black.
Your correspondent was just watching witchvision, hexTV, one
of those crap STASI undercover BBC (Habiruclue) controller, gruppenfuhrer,
MiSpi hidden Kombrig shows for fake bosses to wankon they are just like us, at
the moment. Do you remember the double glazing clown who worshipped business
guru commie, my way or highway retards? Do you remember the call centre freek?
Think temple whores and you might get the truer perspective as willing autoeunuch
It, Altophukkwitz, was on PyongYang channel as I parked my arse and it
just brought some things to mind. If one can land a container of mind gas, tits
out, what is the point of developing 5 note Horst Wessel madrigals in the
kitchen when there is a reign of fear in the upstairs, seeping, downstairs
world of forced oral phukkery? The house seems to think that it can sustain by
pumping mandolin oil up the arse and pimping Agent Orange down the throat.
Rubbish in, rubbish out. The altershitter is non specific arthritic urethritic channel
on petrified freeview.
Cordite and Semtex leak continuously out the cracks as
turded birth canals, a modified, drugged and trepanning uterus, of
semicognicent barren issue.
In this particular show we’ve got anyothizier krypto, faux
origin, selected for slaver characteristics, Lamarkian complex, workshy,
limelight huggin bosses fagg Apiru de Santos, fannying around in the tractor
stats world that can only exist when Balondyonian counterfeit currency is
flooding everywhere, trying to pull a load of Madison Avenue schemerschmeer on
the feudal coffee bean kaffirstate.
When one looks at the creep, it just cannot get its unselfawarehead,
round the fact that in every way the teary phukker is a star spangled eon parasite.
As always with these ignorant clowns they are constantly on
recon. The fact that the slaver farm in backwardumbia will be a private cleared
estancia for his inbred extended family, if the farm has nice things they covet
secretly, is never alluded to as the tikka massala heals the world. But it will
be done slowly through engineered failure as thorough debtonation with
blurtmoney that stinks like a herring boat bog door.
To put it simply for those who do not get it, the world is a
house. In the upstairs a magic infintinflato kranks out fake eating vouchers
and the master of the krank makes everyone expose their holes for depositits
Now don’t be getting all upset you boybitches and birtchboys
of devilersity and enkquality for fluid filled nothing, the master can be
succubus and incubus, it does not matter just so long as the shaft kranking
unspirals all spirit to denature.
Out here with you and me in the herb garden all we can see
is the closed curtains, smell the powder and hear the constant screaming, the
unending misery distilled within those four walls. We are unwanted and we
If Parsley is overhead we will be dead soon.
Hiding under the briars we await the beautiful Tayberry,
blackcurrant, blueberry and bramble crop capturing our freedom for honour and
grace. Laying quietly these passed few weeks listening to the squadrons of busy
bees, dinging their unformatted precision thing, has been purest delight and
the extra bonus is that despite the best efforts of the award winning iGREENCOMINTERN
to destroy all fauna and flora, I espiedinthesky, heard the careening,
witnessed the swifts who have been pulling their gorgeous yoyos and wing tip
stalls over head upon their return. Failure free aeroelasticity as art is not
in man’s power. Only spiritually sprite drained engineering in a net.
If you think that we are going into space soon, you know my
opinion of stahl toecapping, that will require the expansion of the mongmind to
reduce bitparsecs to failed bitmeasure. Nothing is created from the ever empty
pity hands that kill. Nothing can be conceived in the cranial void of dead
All power resides within us and the last breath of beauty is
unifying and unending.
Tasty beast that flat top. Unlike UKplc’s Fordian clunker, I’d
wager that it will not burn from end to end after a sunburn. However it is not
really the way you win a war these days, that involves parking your manoil
several generations before the gun fire and sniper starts in a sacred mare and
move as unrecognisable traitorous continuity of oligarchy as normalised
As is clear by now, your correspondent has entertained the
idea that all the world’s oceans are now the Med c1940 for Czech armour plate.
Too little manoeuvre room and therefore no place to run to, no place to hide.
Right here, right now all one needs is a launch hall and fab, 1943 stylee,
where the robots can work night and day lobbing stuff into the bases like Guam,
Pearl or a
robouboot to tag the target fleet. Room for manoeuvre is in orbit now.
Oh yes, von Braun would know where all this was going. Isn’t
it funny that an eveel nastee only wanted to go into space for the challenge
but the freedom loving french fry swilling liberty peeples of the dust cannot
do anything other than stuff the ground with billions of dead personas as their
first thought and action?
Anyway. What no one at the BIS will point out is that all
these combined fleets of satanic worshipping, fluid gender swilling, PVOStrany
analogues will not realise that they are the designated losers until all their
barges are wrecked.
Exercise away lads it won’t make a bit of difference, the
ChiComm AI Nelson will take you down, you load of unfocussed Turing Fails.
And then it goes into orbit, with lessons learned.
Space Manorialism is not an opera; it is a robotragedy of
epic harem proportions.
I mean, come on, do any of the pleasuregelphseunuchs that
worship regularly at their spreadsheets and attend the altar every weekend at
megawarehouse rationing stations ever think that they and their wandering
groups of random technocave dweller associates consider how much they are
Watch any one of their squatters at an ancient standing
stone, they are blank and the stones are alive. At no point, at no time, at no
occasion are these self selecting nulls ever going to be allowed near their
souls by the wicked wizard behind the harem curtain. For behind the green
curtain is the wizard and behind the wizard is the most successful eviloid you