Do you remember when Bighat Tucker would wander like a stealthy arthritic ninja outside the gates and do nothing but report like a great bloated Vidal waving Ginger Rogers as Lois Lanestylee fakeage reportage imaginatorsturbator?
Well, if that wheezercise was useless excercise decades after the Farterbilkers actually were an active front, what the hell is it today but a temple troupe ersatz time waste for Turing Fails to watch and cum all over their eunuch oil soaked fake orgasm iZones.
Any real reporters would be deep in theatre giving us the photeez from the NeuBohemia grove in Brasiliazone or the HongFarterbilker camp in Chunking, innit?
As I was waffling earlier there is a great deal of cognitive
dissonance to be found when one sticks one’s nosey beak into the ideas of
mental judaics, remember you don’t have to be a jew to be a kyke, just before
the Harranian scholars pulled the pin on the demolition charges parked in the
West for centuries.
Pilpul is not a Darwinian concept it is a Lamarckian life
style choice as sterile hothouse fiat econiche thickery.
Notice that the trouble making gangsters never have any
trouble wandering the planet in luxury, getting a nice gaff to park their sorry
arses once arrived and never short of the bestest life enhancing tools and softest
cotton sheet wrapped pleasuregelphs to kipoff. Trotsky did like his
refrigerator just so, in a time when 99% of the west’s population shat in the
dark in the open air wracked with consumption. Don’t be getting too distressed
when the whole raison d’être of hotels is trafficking slaves and resting agents,
nativity anyone?
So we have two too incongruous ideas growing in the hydroponics in 1935?
In order to bring the Thothian specific weaponry, only
actioned by the mental signatures of Those, into reality after millennia of
waiting, the Slithereen tongued khaants got to the ear of FDR through the
Thomas Dolby lookalike fake poptart popstar who got laughed out of Germany
after dumping his smarter wife to shag his close relative family’s fluid locked
masonmanoil reciprocal, squared.
Meanwhile a load of unemployable wastrels were given a blank
cheque to write as much forged counterfeit currency that maximised the waste of
as much time and emotional capital as possible in pursuit of what the P36s
would find useless as the Art of War. Have you ever wondered how thick the
academy really is?
Once one understands the weirdness of Thorium and Mercury
being dumped all over the murder chamber and even after the NCIS tractor
statisticians have wandered through to simultaneously corrupt and sanitise the
crime scene, like the scandal in sunny Japan where Jun’s lads were still at it
a decade later, then the following statements make sense and all is klaar.
Anyone who wants to dump fission reactions, pressure waves,
as part of the hallucination that is Alice’s
strategic bombing fantasy is a temple whore.
Anyone who wants to go anywhere without nuclear chemistry
providing the motivation is going nowhere.
Here in the most advanced society on the planet…before you
choke on that I’d better just run off a short history of the dump. For all of
the 20th century the UKplcabo wasstarved, ignorant and unemployed. It was locked within its island prison
and rationed. It was machine gunned to death over seas and then in their own
streets. Tanks stalked their workplaces like in all banana republics. It was
terrorised by threat of the heathen almighty turning up and vapourising their
shithovels. It was not allowed to know how other people lived well. It was then
used to kill every ordnirabo overseas who might live well. UKabo then was given
a cell block to watch it's pissvision nonstop. It handed all its money and wealth
over to foreign tax farmers and rentiers. It voted into administration foreign gansters’
thieving bitchboys and boybitches and had everything stolen.
In the 21st century it feted war criminals and
can only be viewed as collegiate mass criminals under 24/7 CCTV living
convivially as house boys and harem bitches. You can murder in broad daylight
but one daren’t let off a 5 note fart that might be construed as the Horst
Wessel without getting dragged away to the Sovietstylee asylum and shot. It is
a blanket 24 7 365/6 non stop D notice oompaloompa retardosphere of
phukkwittery in a chimp house.
In my memory Heath, Callaghan, Thatcher, Major, Blair/Brown,
The Gang of 4, Son of Sam Mayostein and the next Chicomm clowneunuch, were/are
all bitchboys and boybitches of foreign powers.
..ergo in the worlds most advanced society it is not
surprising that the UKabo collective is the oligarchs wet dream. A whole
national collective Turing Fail.
Indicators?
Mass destruction by Berneysian altar bitch creatives pumping
and pimping short term loans at 1000%+ to poor persons, 99% of UKabos, derived
like magicians bukkake from nothing, right in your face.
The UKabo still hands over its blood, for free, to the
Vampire organ trafficking Hecate cult dearth and death shop known as the NHS.
Shitting in your face like a colostomy explosion in HDTV.
Now before I put the boot in again I want to have a little
detour on why UKplc imported so many commies from eastern Europe after the
Wizard of Ounces wall fell in 89.
Ever tried to start up a company and get into the many
tiered gravy train that was UKplc’s on the never, never, public housing refurb
scam in the 2000s? Of course not. Having run with a load of
Bulgarian/Lithuanian, with the odd Pole, geezers who made it well in the
Brown/Prescott piss take for future imported, bombed and gassed by NATO, refugees,
only ex-commies who could pencil whip the acres of bollox documentation had the
skill sets to handle the unbearable kackocracy’s hurdles in the Trostky
puppetshow.
So are you maintaining your credit score UKaboretardospong???
Once again we return to the Big One. The incomplete final work
of the masters. A stage play that had to be stopped before the last act got underway.
If we can halt and partake of one of my favourite pass times and look at the map
then we can stare at how the world was, how it was not yet remade and how it will
look in the days to come.
Forgive the jump room bollox but we will divert to Vietnam to illustrate
the primary directive of all actions approved by the warlocks in Babylondon. As
we all know by now the USofAcorp was not supposed to emerge victorious in Vietnam. It was
there to provide the anvil against which the hammer of Babycommie worship could
sickle the weeds. It always intrigued me that the clown who “sorted” the Malay
problem was imported to help the campaign in Vietnam through the simple expedient
of sweeping the weeds into safe villages and camps that on cold examination
simply look like conzentrationslaager.
Let us state it clearly. In Malaya the Babygangstas ran the
gangs, counter gangs and street gangs, counter street gangs, guerrillas and
counterinsurgents so there was no lessons to be directly imported to soon to be
Vietnamistan. The Malay TaliBabylonian plan can be seen clearly in Vietnam but at
a higher level. The street gangs are Vietcong and ARVN, the counter gangs are NVLA
and USofA corp, the COIN are in CIA and COMINTERN and everybody who was an ordinary
person got dead. BabylMission accomplished. I know what you regular readers here
are thinking; he’s been watching Eucalyptus Nunc again. Yep,
"PBR Street Gang, this is Almighty, over...
This is Almighty, standing by, over.
This is Almighty, how do you copy, over..."
There is an island far, far away with a shed load of drums
from National Socialist Germany parked by the runway and rusting away quietly,
vintage 1943AD. Now why would you take a load of UStroopers and dump them in Unalaska
from the deserts of California
at that time with no theatre specific training and kit? Ooh err missus do you
reckon someone was driving black Artic Unterzeeboots a bit farther and more
frequently than we can believe. And where would these geezers with the tinnitus
be going then. It sure as HongKongPhooey wasn’t to take Martin Bormann on a farewell
Drum’n’Base tour of the far eastern night clubs!! Your correspondent has been
pondering the cover story provided about slight amounts of radio chemicals in
the water run off there. YFW!! A phukk load of IJ troopers and their munitions,
a phekkoff great runway and the shit weather to strain some Uranium out of the
rainwater? You might as well bag cow farts FFS! How’s about the island being
nothing more than a great big small version of UKplc as Runaway One, an unsinkable
Milchkuh.
Now at this point I will simply state something that is not
to be found anywhere in the legends we are fed by script writers about what we
are supposed to believe was a great big enterprise for good and we the beneficiaries
of this great effort should never question any part of the utlrabollox.
At the highest level there is enough evidence in the
irrational tales that at no time did UKplc or USofA corp understand what was
really going down despite them engineering the Baruch/Szilard War..I would let
you scratch your head at the fact that the suicide gang who were slamming
zeroes into carriers were the same gang that stood down, yes stand down orders,
when Babystalin moved in Aug 45…though I will conceded that the IJgang did keep
fighting until Oct/Nov 45 in the same dirt that the SBS and Chesty fought a few
years later. Countergang.
Mobs, counter gang, street gang, counter insurgency, flash
muppetry.
Now consider roundup as gang as corporate person as androgynous
pirate.
As an addendum to the comment I parked at MAMI’s on this one,
after puzzling over certain events from the continuity of oligarchy state,
Terroresa Son of Sam May keeps referring to Statutes from the late 15th/early
16th century so shuv that in your pipe and smoke it, I do entertain
some contra interesting thoughts.
In his autobio “Three Sips of Gin” Bax relates a very level
headed story which only goes mental towards the end. The narrative gets phukked
by the censors here so badly that it must be a deliberate flag to stare at.
Since it is no longer possible to do the same open source
research here on the ausphart as one could in the good old days when hard core
porn and the Saturn Solution was all you could get out here, one is left to
ponder.
The reader, having already spotted the MiHi Queensman Cornish
key stone mason copper traitor/loyalist bipolar bought and paid for bit player,
follows the insertion into Mozambique
and it goes pear shaped, the reader is left wondering.
This reader forms the opinion, from reading around the
history of other events far, far away, that Henry VIII’s continuity of
oligarchy admin had run ChiComms with Hereford
copper plating into the area.
Decades later we find that there is a fukkoff massseeeeevv
royalist compound in the MzB jungle for the Royal Dutch Shell game royals to
swan around in parking their erogenous zones just so, with no annoying whites
around to shit on their parade.