…..the heathenoids’ play book is a Reduced Instruction Set of
Criminality.
Basically if you are part of a non compliant society you get
vaped. This meme repeats over and over again throughout history where ever the
monoheathenoid religiokriminalslavergoldthieves and lifetakers pitch up.
Two things bugging me today and they really ought to hit the
other shop; however they apply to the present/immediatude so they’ll stay here.
The ZGR posted a nice piece from, admittedly on my watch list, Makow which chimes with
my lifelong feeling that what I have been taught or expected to believe is
bollox.
Got that, the indefatigable struggle against those licensed
to occupy my attention space. That especially goes for those pointing out the
obvious regarding stooges and banksters. What I’m looking for are folks not
seeking to have me attend ritual and worship but just to put it out there and
hang the consequences. Those peeps are few and far between.
I mean if you don’t know by now that the dialectic is all
staged in every part of human reason then you ain’t going to be getting into
the nitty gritty are you. You will spend all your days heads stuck in the ovens
or praying that the RCE/TA fire base gets it.
No.
Reason and justice has never been part of the human
condition in the aggregate, that level of abstraction only exists in the world
of the lamplighter. We need to focus on the very long plan that the foe’s agent
is engaged in for the past 7000 years at least.
So forget the banksters, mass murderers, social engineers
and assorted lazy fools that are the tools of the foe’s agent and concentrate
on the guys who created all the killing machines, from Brian to Zion it is all
a false toxic construct and most of those seeking to bring “lost” or “hidden”
knowledge into our ken are playthings and programmes of the foe’s agent’s media
enforcers. If anyone has listened to, and I include Tsarion in this, any of our
so called dangerous men trying to get all etymological with us then you know
you are being piss taken in this regard. If you have read any of David Rohl’s early stuff you will know even he shies clear of this deliberately obfuscated
subject and he’s a frikkin’ expert. The reason I say deliberately is because
the study of all those papyri and cuneiform tablets is behind a CSI tape, we
are not to get in. So to expect Marrs et al, USofA corp. mainly mind, to be
doing anything other than licensed show boating is a fools’ realm.
So what is pissing me off that no one else mentions?
Consider the heathenoid agent; spaghetti boy Polo (What was
your real handle china?). We are supposed to believe he went walk about for a
bit of fun. Nah. Consider the Admirals of the Imperial Chinese Navy who mapped
the world without aid of chronometers. Consider the arrival of geezers in
Middle and South America fulfilling prophecy
about white beardies turning up. Consider the unlikelihood of that roll over
happening if our Chink eunuchs had heaved into view.
(Couldn’t resist this. BWAHAHAHAHAAA H/T ZGR. If you got what I was getting at about the
failure of the NATO missile shield with all its 6 Sigma shit and counterfeited ChiComm
parts run through a RICO industrial base and heathenoid accounting system then
get ready to be terrified. The missile shield is not meant to work, it is stage
scenery in a scary movie which we will be forced to watch soon from the
darkness.)
So there I was out last Saturday night and got to meet my
new Peruvian drinking buddy for the second time since he arrived last Dec. He’s
got his own ideas about the Nasca plain and who were really the gods of Peru,
all of which I got at our first meeting, when I had left him with a shed load
of things to research before our next meeting. One of those things being the
ideas of Matthew Delooze/ Matthew Delooze/
Dr Dee .
Noting that your correspondent seemed to be just as off planet on the ayhawasca
scale as himself he promised to have a swaatch.
Well the lad had been busy in the real world this last 12
weeks or so since we had first met and had not had the time to even scratch the
surface of the malarkey. To make amends, since he’s from Cusco ,
he’d gone down the Old Kent Road
Whilst asking if mein host had managed to get any
CorrieEndersTOWIE time in, to destroy his hard work studying English before
arriving in this open prison, we found out that most other South Americans,
Columbians etc. spend their time speaking Spanish, so he doesn’t tend to spend
much time with the amigos, he said. Then referring to the Spanish, as I necked
another shot of piso, and I paraphrase he let forth “The mokker phuther
genocidal psychonaughts who killed my people, wiped us out the Phukk D’Wittz”
(Just a little note here about the structure of this here
mindbarph, everything up to and including the lone word “Spain” up there was
written around last Thur/Fri when I then got tore into a couple of new books,
tried to finish something mega overdue for the other shop, as well as reading
other folks blogs, so this here drivelling stalled. En boca as it were. Everything
after has been hammered onto the pixels since Sunday evening when I got back
from setting the secretive squirrel’s back garden on fire again. Isn’t
synchronicity funny in it’s non local way?)
Now yours truly warms to this kind of real politique, here
is a geezer who knows what is what, I thought.
So I proffered my shot glass for another neck of piso and
stated one word to see what reaction I was going to get.
I know what you are thinking, you are thinking I’m going to
start raving about the Ba’al Hammon bishop of Rome
or Carthaginians or Phoenicians or Babylon
I said.
Which brought a smile from my Andean co swiller and before
we could get ripped into the history of Iberia
I’d met the Alinskyites once before, friends of esposa
Ingles, and was intrigued by their ability to be trendily ensconced in the
charity/public sectors. Each having achieved a state of blissful minority
diversity compliance and fulfilment. Now if you clocked my ref to the Chink Muslim
eunuch almirantes you will get a partial answer to the question," Is he/she
tactically, operationally, day-to-day, strategically, biologically,
opportunistically or mentally gay?" I mean if a monoheathenist will have his own
balls ripped off so he can join the Chink civil service then a lifetime’s mash
seam or butt welding is piggy heaven in comparison. They are all without issue
for me.
Anyway this time the great band of communitarians all ended
up in the kitchen, then they phucked off outdoors, then they hit the kitchen and
then fukked off outdoors again. In out in out. Emperor Cusco had rejoined us on several
occasions by now and had knocked off so much piso he was chachachaing, so no
converso los conquistadores then I thought.
Anyway my eating irons had been silent for a while now so I
decided to saunter into the kitchen and load up with some more Andean delicacies.
There they were all numpty discussing their various visits to the krim family
Frank’s hovel in Dutchland, the novels of various fakirs from the work camps
and the usual brain washed bollox. Oh and they skipped outside again to schmoke
some more gear and quaff a load more Champers. Oh yes ‘twas the real McCoy as I
found out when one was sent back into the kitchen to retrieve yet another
bottle from the fridge shortly thereafter. Typical, just like their kin parked
in the Soviet Union cities and towns whilst
the Kulaks starved in their millions. Ever so PC. They are all conversant with
the holohoaxbollox but have no idea what really was going on. Anyway they
tooled back inside as I was shuvveling a load of dead chicken Cusco stylee down
my yap and I had to listen to some more crap about the fear of receiving
parcels through your letter box in the 3rd Reich. Red Cross parcels perhaps? No
such thing for the Kulaks. Oh and no heathenoid bankster from RCE/NY or RCE/LC
ever got a geezer to smuggle out a shed load of Christians from the Ukraine
Anyway I was about to pile into the mokker phuthers by
taking them on the flank, where their Alinskyite training would not have
prepared them, after being given an intro when they mentioned the Red Army in
Germany, where all these so called survivors were awaiting liberation. Yeah
like phukk they were, by that time the word was out that they were going to get
it as well.
I was about to remark that history is not written by the
victors, it is script written long before the shooting ever starts and that the
novellas and tales of tragedy simply fulfilled the script writers requirements
in getting the whole story suppressed by amnesia on the part of those stranded
behind the hermitic curtain called IRON and the delusional imaginings of the
scribes on this side of the crime scene. Why else did Patton stay in the US
Army, he was off long before the first shot but was told that a big one was in the planning so he stayed in, if the whole thing hadn’t been gamed long before hand.
At that point the good woman who looks after the life form
scribbling here hauled me off into the night, she saw the look, and she didn’t
want anyone’s first wedding anniversary ruined no matter the company they keep.
So off I went to set the secretive squirrel's back garden on
fire. It was midnight.
So Spain
Do you seriously think I am going to fall for the old “There
is no connection between Polo swanning around out East, China getting trashed
by monoheathenoids, the sabotage of the Chinese great voyages of discovery and
all their knowledge, the sudden appearance of geezers from Iberia fulfilling
blonde, white prophecy in NovaSina?” Do you really expect me to believe that
the imaginings of a bunch of Sabbateans is anything other than scriptwritten again?
GGTF!!
More later on Patton and script written history.
