Thursday, July 17, 2014

Here in the Kingdom of the Doomed Serfs

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

My your noses always be cold and wet.

It's official, insofar as I an be considered official, based on the credibility of my reasoning powers, that Snowden is a Snowjob. This is the same diversionary disinfo shit that we have seen time and time again from Liars Incorporated; a division of International Central Banks. Why anyone bothers to pay any attention to this guy or his Mossad handler, Greenwald, is beyond me. Yeah, that's the way they do it. They snag some undercover, enterprising journalist and set him up as an oracle of truth and they team him up with a renegade spy that is still a spy, for the purpose of disseminating redacted portions of half truth for the purpose of keeping the same old same old operational.

I don't know what's taking this next false flag so long. They're looking to kill at least 3 birds with the same stone is what I think. I don't know what the point of busing tens of thousands of illegal aliens into a landscape of broken economies and middle class devastation is. I can see there might be a demand for young hookers of both sexes and probably they will vote democrat and maybe it's got something to do with organ harvesting or... they just need a larger servant class. I don't know. What I do know is that it's past weird. It's gone more than 45 minutes past weird and that is pretty weird.

It is such a multi dimensional jumble at the moment that attempting to make sense of it is a senseless act.. In Jolly Old England they are tossing the geriatric paedophiles under the double decker buses. This means the heat is getting too intense for the more powerful ass bandits in The Parliament and elsewhere. They don't bother much with this in the US. Apparently the hands off policy there is more intense. So... you might think, on the one hand, Mr Apocalypse is ringing the bell big time, while the rats and cockroaches scurry beneath the harsh florescent kitchen light. It's hard to tell what is coming down via the ineffable and what is coming up via the ruling class of the loathsome zones. They say you can't tell the players without a score card. You can't tell in this case regardless, so why not just roll that scorecard up, stick it in your ass and set it on fire? Maybe it will help you focus your thinking... eh wot?

It's long past the point where it is obvious that a large portion of the small portion and a significant portion of the larger portion, needs to be wiped off the face of the Earth. Failing that, those of us who have suffered in silence and at the top of our voices, need to be relocated somewhere where it's not Shit Salad and bad music all day long. Mind you don't step in the dressing.

Of course, I and... some of you, have known that these reprobates have been evil incarnate for some time. There's nothing new here and they replenish their ranks from the battlefields and groves of Academe. The ongoing false pretence is that these self righteous vampire bats are serving their country by helping to bring down Hell and High-water on everyone else. There is no country however, there is only the vast leasehold and private property of the banks, which you move back and forth through every day, here in the Kingdom of the Doomed Serfs.

The other day the terrestrial Zionist army of His Satanic Majesties forces blew up four children playing fussbol on a beach in full view of the international journalists. They do this shit as routine. Then they shrug their shoulders and come up with some sort of non mea culpa, collateral damage rap. “Yes, it was unfortunate. It probably wasn't right but... whatta ya gonna do?” Stating the obvious, there is a special place in Hell for these freaks. For the moment, they are allowed to mount crime upon crime until the rising tower of it disappears into the clouds. Sooner or later though, payback is coming through the swinging doors, along with Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner. Boy... if I ever wished I had super powers, it's now and you may be certain that there would be no moment of hesitation on my part. I know that probably makes me less than realized but... that's how it is and I will take the job if no one else wants it.

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