Thursday 27 June 2019

Tuesday 25 June 2019

Bukkakunstart from Khaantgrants in our faces

Morgoth's Review: Yorkshire Gets A Modern Art Punishment Beating: Yorkshire's summer season of sculpture is one of the most hideously warped and delusional excuses for ''art'...

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 every day.

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 drizzle drivel.

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 gallereetree.

Phekkin'A Jan and Brizer. Market clearance time. Mami's Shit: The Graham Hart Show - With Brizer 2019.06.24 (Sti...

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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.

Friday 21 June 2019

Black Blohm & Voss BV 246 over Tabriz.....

....or was that clear and present danger, caseless, non strategic materials or not even a thread for Sherlock to get his high functioning sociopathy to work on....


Wednesday 19 June 2019

Mami's Shit: Truth Hertz with Charles Giuliani 2019.06.17

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Charlie gives us a run down on the Womb Weapon system and the Improvised Uterine Device as covert action.

Phekkin' A Charlie Boy.

Saturday 15 June 2019

Partially combusted sheildarm and the grace of….

H/T to you chuckyman where ever the hell you are.

“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.”

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 freedom.

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.

If you involve any business in anything then you will die early and in poverty.

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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 Oregon lumber 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 lobes? Really?

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 fukkwitz life.

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 you disappear.

Friday 14 June 2019

Constant Contagion or Handed Canker

Have you ever been deepen and deep in the clouds over the clear loch?

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 reflex.

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.


Thursday 13 June 2019

God bless you but you forgot about the Z

Trostky Palmerstondain Cretins. Go swallow ibuproren as gunbarrel

You could shit, piss and spit down the slant eyed cascades.

Did I ever mention bye bye Rolls Royce as BMW.

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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 IP statutes.

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.

Wednesday 12 June 2019

Phukkin'A Charlie boy...

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.

Naplam Big Dawg

SNAFU!: Should Western (American) Military Forces stand ap...: NOTE:  Gonna ask your forgiveness on this one.  It's disjointed and slightly rambling.  I might take it down but if it's still up...

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.

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If you wanted to poison everyone in sight what would you bye?

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 sniper.

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 nwow  lovov lemberg what a talpiot is in aushsitts?

Tuesday 11 June 2019

Your Harem Keepers

Truth Hertz: Serial Killers (3-30-16)

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 lament.

WAG seems to have taken a direct hit in the magazines.

Sunday 9 June 2019

Black and Tans

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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.

The theft engine….or larcenous slurry talpumpmoodideath as racism.

Continued from lambda.

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 as castrati.

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 and deathcum.

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 empire.

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 death.

All power resides within us and the last breath of beauty is unifying and unending.


Thursday 6 June 2019

Now then, now then, boys and girls, what does 120 years of bukkake...

War News Updates: Protests And Riots Return To The Streets Of Paris: NBC: Tear gas flies in Paris as French 'Yellow Jacket' protesters clash with police Police launched tear gas and water cann...

.....of continuous piss take look like?

It takes centuries of planning to clear a continent of it's Abos.

Our face, their joy.

Tuesday 4 June 2019

Perspective as a feudal remove

SNAFU!: JS Izumo (DDH-183) taking part in Indo-Pacific Dep...

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 commerce.

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 hated?

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 could imagine.