Midnight ... in the garden of evil

(via elrina)


Times extraordinary.
Times beyond any measure ... of my own belief.
Times of the caliphate.
Times that Moe, Ham, and Ed have been lustily humping that carpet (5x per day). While praying [as it were (to their baby raping deathcult moong*d)], for to arrive.

Nothing to wait for. We're here ... we've arrived. Nothing left to see. Nothing at all. Hell, Hades, the outer ring of fire ... and it's getting hotter. Part and parcel of this inversion of reality? Is the buzzzzzing chainsaw, wildly hacking away life grand, our lives wondrous ... American. The stealing, of the election, of 2012.

Now underway.

Evidence elmo? The sordid, unseemly, shameless, neverending attacks on one Herman Cain. Be what some might call prima facie (no doubt the Reich Ministry and the IslamoCommieJunta, consider it beyond fair. Exemplary even). Should Cain have become the nominee? Crowds would have been laughing in buraq hussein's face. At every election stop. A landslide coming down, in real time. The whole freakin' nation, laughing uncontrollably.

As opposed to the overt, felony election finance fraud, perpetrated last time 'round. That went completely unreported, and ignored. And of course Eric (merrily) Holdering his own deek (all day, everyday). Gleefully (ever so) not prosecuting, obvious election tampering. To wit, the strongarm threat of physical violence at the poll, by members of the Black Panthers.

Putting aside the obvious, that the 'President' of the U.S., isn't even President (no, he ain't). Under terms outlined in the Constitution. Itself, a knowing intentional fraud. And outright treason. Which takes us to this moment unsublime.

Will they attempt actual rigging, of the mechanical process (as opposed to mere stealing/political skullduggery)? We do in fact know, they are capable of anything. Anything at all. But will they? One could argue (after a general fashion), that the first salvo's already been fired.

Are they engaged in such? Preparing? Planning? I don't know. Beyond my ken. But as each moment passes, as each new evil befouls. One would have to be a (rose glass wearing) full time resident of Private Idaho. Not to see that the filth, in the IslamoCommieJunta [and the Reich Ministry (MSM)], are nothing but traitors. And only.

As the U.S. economy atrophies. The European shivers and trembles ... at the abyssal edge. Al Qaeda ascends, across all of North Africa, and the Middle East entire (with buraq hussein's help!). And makes inroads ever further, into the deep recesses of Asia, and most all of Indonesia. While the Reich Ministry pulls double shifts, misdirecting Islamism's wrapping the globe whole. Round and round with a sash green (dripping with blood). Obfuscating, hiding, masking ... the approach. Of the insane, cold blooded, murdering fascists. And the rapid growth and mutation, of the caliphate.

All the while, our world grows smaller. Tighter, closed in, more stressful. As the orc's now march ... emboldened. Shii in a now near full nuke Iran. In the face of such, no advanced math degree's required. To see. The possibility. Now just might be the perfect time, for the traitor buraq hussein to say... fuggit ... I'm really going for it (now, baby). He's got nothing to lose. He and the caliphate, have everything to gain. The stone cold blooded murder, of Lady Liberty. Right before our very eyes.

The dissolution of norm. The unraveling, of the fabric of America. The breaking down, of the ties that once bound. Where once was a nation, whole, filled with Americans. Communities atomic. Now ... a barren wastescape. Desolate, stark, empty. A void. And in the mere blink of an Astroturf eye [AP via the L.A. Daily News (the stench of editor Carolina Garcia, could knock a buzzard off a sh*twagon)].

Instantaneously blanketed, with infinite, virtual, social/political Bantustans, and self-identity huts. Each brimming, packed full ... of the wireless ding a ling Google cognoscenti . The emo's, filthy scummy skate rats, wannabe anarchists, quite stupid (but oh so proud) fascists. Guut leetle Islamists (yabol), selfish/greedy socialists, valueless nihilists, anti-semites. Amoral libturds, and all the other assorted maggots ... growing out of the plastic grass (they bring their own manure!). [Was a real treat, seeing Rachel Maddow (last Thursday evening/9:15 pm/MSNBC). Using 'gay' ... as a snark/slight/slur (regards Gov. Perry, and his attire/barncoat). Though in reality, there isn’t much funny ... not much funny at all. About seeing proof positive, of the arrival, of the antichrist].

Fascism, the evil, isn't going to sleep today, tomorrow, or next year. Or the year after that. A looooong war. On multiple fronts, across every continent. In all realms real, all realms virtual, and realms not yet imagined. There is a method to their insane madness. And they are toiling mightily (even buying up sports teams/sports stars/sporting events ... in a mad rush).

Hopped up on the scent of Jew blood, they now ... will never sleep. These aren't the times that will try men's souls. No. They are the times that will singe them. Sear them to their marrow. As the bugs, the insects ... feast upon. Like RT/Russia TV, last Thursday eve (10 pm). With a (truly) ginormous chyron: "Death from above" (exact wording!!!). While 'covering' Israel's recent strike, in Gaza [selling it as the slaughter ... of civilians)]. On and on, minute after minute. For a forever, RT merrily hopped up and down, and danced upon their graves (while sportin' stiffies).

Whatever the landscape resembles, through the years yet to be? America IS being murdered. From within. By the stenchful traitors in our midst. Never before, in our nation's history. NEVER. Has the danger been so great. If you think things are bad now?

Wait.

As the lights continue to go out, across America. Buraq hussein be the one cutting the wires. Knocking down poles, taking stations offline, stopping the turbine's spin. Hyper-chilling the core. We cannot rely upon our current crop of leaders (yeah, I use that term loosely). Hobblin' along, on their feet of clay. Even some of those known to us, in our daily lives. Will stick a shiv in, when our back is turned. A set of circumstances horrific.

At some point, prudence and calm become the chain wrapped. The lock gripped tight. The weight heavy. That drags you, that drags me ... to the depths. Death. Your's and mine. America's. These aren't words people. They are reality. Reality so ugly, it simply defies any belief.

None the less. STAY (the f*ck) IN POCKET (I can only ask: pwitty pwease .. wit sugah). At least until Tuesday, November 6, 2012. The physical threat/victim card ... be the ace. That buraq hussein has yet to play (in his attempt to steal the election). Failure, by/at our own hand. Is not an option.

Between now and then, pick your spots, as need be (and only mofo's!). I know, it ain't easy. I most surely do. Yes, keep your anger and rage. Do. But neither let it consume, nor devour you. If you can't keep your cool, hand off, step aside, take a step back, take a break. Eleven months. If the burden's too heavy, too great? At least don't wuss out, like Lakin. Yield no ground, surrender no standard. Boots on, where you stand. Eyes on the prize. America. Not/just only on the global swirling cloud of carnivorous insects. Difficult that may be. Most difficult (the bugs are getting to me too). You can do it. We must.

Me? Too long a keyboard warrior. My ruby scalpel long since dull. Mumbling, bumbling, merely repeating myself here. And I need make more serious preparation, for extricating myself, from this sh*thole Los Angeles.

No longer in possession of the energy needed to scour the net, and the networks. Nor the time to burn. I must concentrate, on that which need be done, on my own homefront. Can't do both. Until my mood changes, or tangible method established, to bring about the atomic changes required. My intention is very little (or even no) posting ... until? Driver 8's gunna take a lil break his ownself.

I'm not going to wait, until it is too late, while growing a little soft, existentially. No. I have Z E R O intention of being a victim. Zeep. This war's coming. This long, long, long war. Yes, it is. Give the devil his due (damn sulphur now for breakfast, lunch, and freakin' dinner). Then hawk up an oyster so mighty. And emphatically spit into his face.

Mere seconds away we are ... tick ... tock (b*tches). To the clock clang, at midnight, in the garden of evil.

A Perfect Storm

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Before us laid bare (by two eyes that can see), are the installed mechanisms now in place. Now running, now spinning and toiling ... soulessly. Throughout the night so dark. With but a singular task. The destruction of America. Vicious, brutal. As the machinery's directorate smiles ... a deviant's smile.

The freedom and liberty of citizens American, vanishing. America her very self. Her heart and soul pierced by a blade so sharp. The serrated edges shredding her spirit. Relentless, proud, with a growing fury ... madmen, in the throes of orgiastic lunacy.

(Just as in Islam) there is no reformation taking place in Private Idaho, at MSM headquarters (which shall henceforth, be forevermore known as the
Reich Ministry). To the contrary. Incoming. A nonstop bombardment. Of all things:

Islam = religion of peace

Arab Spring = lavender scented soap [the world is now so sparkly (warm fuzzies for everyone)]

Libya, Egypt, Tunisia, Morroco, Yemen = (Attend the grand opening of) gateways to paradise

Jews/Israel = greedy oppresssors and murderers

Socialism = grrrreat

Capitalism = bad

Conservatism = racist monsters

Sharia/caliphate = hebben on oyth [hey ... don't knock goat until you've tried it (boot knocking that is)].

Sure, just printed words on virtual and atomic pages. And sounds uttered. Carried through the fiber optic wire. Beamed through satellite. Bounced off repeaters. Appearing on pocket LED displays, far and wide. But the totality, the omnipresence, the nonstop autonomous meter. The smooth, perfect, monolithic affirmation of Islamism. Hurtles us exponentially towards cataclysm.

The generation upon, has not the tools. To think. To think critically. And in their hypnotic gaze. Their locked receptors, can only differentiate the signals that the Reich Ministry beams. No others. Staring. Frozen. Their retinas burning with the fatwa's of Khalid Sheikh Obama. Etched with his lawless hadith's (what's your's is mine ... Kike).

The election now exactly eleven months away. In the space of three years ... hope's been destroyed. Decimated. Obliterated. Gone. Gone. Gone. Near empty pockets, now holding nothing ... but loose change. And fear, fear all across the land. Of what is yet to be. Listen closely motherf*ckers (I'm not going to repeat myself). There is NO way that steaming, six foot pile of excrement, the traitor Buraq Hussein. Will be reelected.

NONE (f*ck the electability meme, all the way up, with a red hot poker). And I'm no fan of rigged/stolen election memes neither. Never have been. Never will be. But any win by Obama, will be the signpost. The marker. The tombstone. Of America. Deceased [but DO believe, hundreds of millions of Americans, will NOT go quietly, into that (not) good night. Make no mistake]. And it is the ONLY way, he can "win" (and you can place your own bets, on any possible/myriad/future outcomes). So zip it with the "electability" already ... for cryin' out loud (shut your yammer yammer Krauthammer). Anyone can, anyone WILL beat the freakin filthy cockroach (don't make me come over there).

But, between now and election day. The Reich Ministry (hand in hand with the caliphate) will continue to uncork canisters of Zyklon B. Will continue to direct bulldozers, in a line. For evacuating the bodies, to the crematoria. This mass insanity, this derangment, this hatred that never seems to die. Now born again. Refreshed. Renewed. Recharged. Across all platforms, all media, all channels, all stations. Pumping up the volume. Of Jew hatred.

What exactly will transpire, here in America, between now and Tuesday, November 6? How can one know, but the runaway train's picking up speed. And there's zero pressure in the lines a brakin'. No one in the cab, resembles a human life form [though it/they are merrily Tweeting, each stop signal blown past (WHOOSH!)]. All the while, the libturd nation becomes more unhinged and more violent. There is no limit to the depths of their depravity [Astroturf for breakfast, and junk/smack for lunch, then ... crapping your own pants (OWS=bowel movement), will do that to ya].

Across the ocean? (Humpty) Europe (Dumpty) teeters. Iran inches ... creeps closer to destroyer of worlds. As more dominoes fall. As the caliphate morphs and mutates. Ever larger, ever more thirsty. For ever more blood.

Can the global fascist train be stopped? Is it even possible at this point. And should impact occur, how widespread the destruction (manifest shows seventy five rail tanker cars ... filled with chlorine, sixty two ... filled with LNG. And thirty seven box cars ... stuffed/packed/brimming with oxygen canisters)? Which day? Where? Will America survive? Will you? Will we?

It's all too much really. But whatever happens, whatever's out there. It is coming.

Blitzer the Kapo debater

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Blitzer, the Kapo debater
had a very big hook nose.
And if you ever saw him,
you would even say it sucks up blo.

All of the other Reich Ministers
used to laugh and call him names.
They never let poor Blitzer
join in any caliphate games.

Then one foggy Ramadan Eve
Moe, Ham, and Ed came to say:
"Blitzer with your nose packed so tight,
won't you guide our attack on Mumbai tonight?"

Then all the goat f*ckers loved him
as they shouted out with glee,
Blitzer the Kapo debater,
you'll go down in infamy!



It all reads like fiction, bad fiction. The complete and total overthrow, of representational Constitutional government, in America. By an Islamist traitor, successfully masquerading as an American.

A political thriller beyond any credible belief (what so ever). Rotten tomato time, raspberries, boo's ... we want our freakin money back (b*tch)! [Back in the day, you could in fact approach the theater manager. As you were walking out of/on the film, in the first fifteen minutes. Telling him it stinks (usuallly, they already knew). And more an likely, you would've been blithely handed a pair of passes for a return (for a different flick, at a future date).

Cept this sheet, it ain't fiction. It's real. All too.

Which brings us to .... last night's debate. And leel Wolfie Blitzer. Gotta give that filthy, stanknasty piece'a Kapo crap credit. Best debate so far. Period [no, certainly, I didn't watch them all (TYVM!). I have watched a couple, and sampled a few more. And perused a number of the following morning's post mortems, as well].

But, in case you're thinking you've awaken on the wrong side of the virtual universe? I'll now disabuse you of that notion .... Leel Wolfie, K.O.K. (King of the Kapo's), had ten (count em) immediate previous examples. Of how NOT to do it (pretty fookin easy, if ya ask me). All the talking head clowns, in all of the other debates. Trying mightily, straining ... to butt f*ck the Repub's. Every which way [think say Judy Collins, warbling ... send in the clowns (... butt f*cking pscyho clowns, there ought to be clowns, send in the clowns)].

OK elmo, we get it [you thought Wolf did alright (and yeah, he did have help. The octet finally behaving, for the first time)]. Bbbbut what was his motivation? Easy Grasshopper, nuttin tuit. Ego. His ego demanded (and wouldn't take no for an answer), he get out of bed. One time. One. And actually do an honest day's work. NOT for the sake thereof (tyvm). But to preserve his ego. Gaining recognition for a good debate (in contrast to every one, that came before).

That's it. Nothing more to see. That ain't already been said ... [bout the oober Kapo owner of a chain of crematoria, catering to a very select clientele (rabid frothing Islamists). Helping them to dispose of the planet's twelve million, remaining Jews].

Wolf Blitzer conquers Jerusalem

CNN .... The Most Trusted Name in Shoes

Live Coverage of the Death of Anna Nicole Smith

This is War!

Butt f*cking *ss to mouth maggot!!!

CNN Remembers 9/11


The debate's participants? Well ... who cares what I think. Three hundred forty eight days. Until the election. What happens between now and then? Anyone's guess. Only Beelzebub knows. Truly. What happens here at home. What happens around the (now green sash wrapped) globe. But, since you're here, I'll tellya.


CAIN: I thought Mr. Cain pretty much gave away his candidacy, last night. Equivocating (out of the gate), when asked 'bout Israel/Iran/nukes/war. No firmament, no clarity, no majesty. Almost stammering, seeming lethargic. As if MSM/Reich Ministry/libturd nation had indeed succeeded. In crushing his spirit (ed: no secret mine's purdy much battered and bruised). And he himself, sensing the pack drawing away in the virtual horse race. One might have thought the format of the debate, would give favor to Cain, but no.

BACHMANN: Home run/out of the park ... U.S. - Canada oil pipeline (she should have also mentioned the complete, the crushing total shut down, of the entire U.S. gulf oil industry), Ahmadinejad, Obama's failed leadership (beyond self defeating military strategy, to destroy American oil).

GINGRICH: Touching on same (oil/Iran), near similar. And how it affects our domestic military security. Generally looking good. At times forceful and effective (burn the mofo restrictions on drilling down/now/gitterdone). But still, gettin bogged down in thought/philosophy/verbiage on occasion. He'd be fine as a policy wonk/Cabinet member, in any future administration [glad to have him on board!!! And we'll take Bolton too. And West (if he isn't selected second in the draft lottery, as Veep)]. But on deck, calling the ball? The backstab to the Ryan plan, ain't what you do, on a pitching flattop deck, in a time of war. Sorry. That isn't leadership. Just politics. Lame, distasteful politics at that.

SANTORUM: Nothing I saw ... was memorable (but then the feeling I got, was he came up short on minutes?).

PERRY: Live TV debates just are not his thing. Period. Though yeah, he had a couple spots where he didn't drop the ball, on his own foot. But he still doesn't look Presidential. And never has. Straining, reaching for the mantle ... out of reach, beyond his grasp.

HUNTSMAN: Pepsodent and Brylcreem. Taking up space. Sucking up valuable oxygen. Still, I would select him, to play himself, in a cameo/walk on. During a movie production, about the 2012 election/campaign (he's a natural).

PAUL: Sure, his affirmation of all things Constitutional. Can resonate. But his blind eye to Iran, and the caliphate, won't play. That isolationist dog, simply won't hunt. Why is he running? Who the f*ck knows. You can paint him with a thousand different stripes. Look at him through a thousand different facets. He's still a nutter. That being the dominant gestalt of his strange pitiful weirdness. Kind of like a three legged, blind in one eye, incontinent dog [but his owners (Paulbot's) still love him madly].

ROMNEY: Better than Obama? Wow, what an endorsement. His, I'll travel to Israel first thing (exclamation), after taking the oath. Cool, sure. But it's his general inauthenticness, that chafes. Ya know, say what everyone wants to hear. No, I won't off myself, if somehow it comes to pass, he gets the job. But he's a politician. I want a leader. And leaders don't dance around Obamacare, the way he has, as long as he has. Before manning up.

Did I leave anyone out?

... the waiting

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Ask any crack head/meth freak/needle junkie (next time you're at Zuccotti park). What's the hardest part? And maybe they'll tellya. It's the waiting. For the connect to show up. With the bag.

Waiting, waiting, waiting.

As the world now waits. For Syria to fall.

As Neville Chamberlain, gets down on his knees. And sucks d*ck, redolent of goat).

Yet another fallen domino [are there any more left? (ed: well … there’s the U.S., and Israel. And I’m not too sure ... 'bout the U.S.)]. Took Hitler only a handful of years. To build up the muscle, and re-arm. Factory floor after factory floor, given over. While delegitimizing the existence of Jews. With a flood of caricatures drawn in newspapers, and endless pictures painted ... of greedy hook nosed bankers.



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Of inculcating a generation entire. Until it became the very sustenance of a nation. The hunting. And the killing. Of Jews.

Now ... no ink is needed, no atomic presses. Nor even patiently nurturing a single generation of bleating sheep (save me from my student loan Obie Wan!).

Overnight. Not five years. Just tweet a couple virtual pixels here, tout a few more there. Ooond voila ... it's Jew hunting time again (baby).

Cept this ain't Nazi Germany, nor 1933. It's America. And a whole nother century, a whole nother millenium. Buraq Hussein weren't born in Austria (where they speak Austrian). Though without any contemporaneous atomic proof? Likely, he weren't even born in America. His travel to (Islamist) Pakistan, on an (Islamist) Indonesia passport? Attests to his dual allegiance as well. His father's (uncontested) British citizenship? Also attests to Hussein's Constitutional ineligibility, to even hold the office (of president). Quite clear, his non natural born status be.

As if one actually needed a roadmap, in order to see. Where the the new king of the Jew Killers, one Buraq Hussein Obama. Where that cockroach's heart lies. [Give Jesse Jackson credit, he in fact told us. Things would be very different, with Israel. With Hussein in the Oval Office (ever so proud Jesse was)].

Sh*t, some in the IslamoCommieJunta no longer have any compunction at all (none what so ever). About showing their stripes (Panetta: "unintended consequences"). Soon enough, all of the filth will be bogged down. In defense of their felony, political corruption (see ya Chu, see ya Holder). And Hillary's Iran presser, the other day? Yet again more sick, deranged, nauseating Kabuki Theater [use it like a reverse/opposite yardstick/meter (think Custer, when he meets up with Dustin Hoffman's character, in the motion picture Little Big Man)].

As the eunuchs in Congress look for that which they don't have. As the right wets themselves, afraid. Unable to wait. For even the first caucus/primary. Jumping from one bloom, then leapity leaping ... to another. In search of some special, magic essence.

There is no sweet savior [though Bachmann could indeed kick all their pantywaisted *sses (YES, she could)]. There is just evil. And it exists without reason, without rhyme. The loud clang, the odious brusque clamor: greedy bankers. Over and over again. And yes, there is also the sound .... of broken glass.



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Yeah ... sure, a number of Jews could see, could hear … back in ’33, and fled (those with the resources anyway). But others ... saw too late. Or were unable to flee. And were stuck ... trapped.

Like Anne Frank.

In the attic.

I sit quietly.

I sit patiently.

Waiting.



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The waiting is the hardest part
Every day you see one more Islamist card
You take it on faith, you take it to the heart
The waiting is the hardest part




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I ain't on my knees b*tches. I ain' afraid of you. Bring it on.



Addendum, 4:00 pm




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This sh*t however ... this sh*t scares me. Really, really scares me. It's just so disturbing. Infected, diseased minds (remember when HIV first hit?). I don't know exactly what's gunna transpire. What the future holds. I don't. But one can only look at the vid, with fear, dread and sickened revulsion. Like catching a ride on the vomit comet.


The gratitude of every Islamist in our continent, in our Empire, and indeed throughout the world, goes out to the MSNBC Islamonazi's. Who, undaunted by morals or reason, unwearied in their constant challenge and fashion/beltless danger. Are turning the tide of World War III, by their viperic hissing and by their devotion ... to Moe, Ham, and Ed. Never in the growth of the caliphate, was so much owed by so many syphilitic goat f*ckers, to so few American traitors.

Change my name ... move to Coeur d'Alene

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I couldn't put it off any longer, no. Turning away, ignoring? After posting the link (in below/previous post), near two weeks ago. Finally, I mustered the courage (to watch).

Me, now at a crossroads ... fully aware that I am in fact unable to sustain my current path, unable to continue. If I'm going to survive the flames of hell. Now that they are lit, are growing ... rising ever more. Poised to consume all measure of calm. All measure of reason.

As the world is forced to deal with global death, and the massive global destruction that the caliphate now brings. And will bring ... for many a year (as sick deviant Buraq Hussein, rapidly fans the flames here at home, in America). I know not when evil will be dispatched, nor how may years ... the rivers of blood will flow?

Yes, I could in fact make Aliyah ... and move to Israel [for all the freakin good it would do (never say never elmo)]. Or (at long last) bob me proboscis, change my name ... and move to Coeur d'Alene (oh joy). But superficially, Arizona's looking like the play (no daylight savings time!). And yes ... you better freakin believe ... concealed carry.

(Now) making do with the (Cali legal) hardware I (currently) fly, when out and about [and would have been more than sufficient, to fend off the bug sh*t, seen in the vid (it ain't the meat, it's the motion)].

More than happy to do the time, in the face of sulfuric evil (yeppers ... talk is cheap). Though certainly, I am not looking for trouble. But there is NO F*CKING WAY that woman's face. Gets punched. To the ground. In my presence. Sorry (but do feel free to try ... go right on ahead ... mudderhubbard).

I'm quite tempted to take a break, and walk away from this virtual insanity, that now comes a calling [every second, of every day (this is the first time I've powered up the computer, in ten entire days)]. And pay a bit more attention to the atomic. And what I need do. To survive. Because obviously, the L*rd's packed his bags, has already gone ... on vacation. Though I'm thinking maybe sometime next year, he'll take a timeout from his vacation? And pop into the cozy bar ... overlooking the beach, for a peek. At next year's Presidential debate (on the tele). Say between Herman Cain, and Khalid Sheik Obama (though I have not given up on Congresswoman Bachmann, not a whit). Whence Mr. Cain slaps that fookin stanknasty maggot ... back to the pile of excrement. From out which it slithered and crawled.


Enjoy your break L*rd.



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It's already a little too much for me.




Addendum, Friday, 5:00 a.m.




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Addendum, Friday, 8:00 a.m.


Bachmann speech interrupted by 'Occupy Wall Street' protesters

(30 second commercial precedes the 1:49 vid).


How many times I said .... things are only going to get worse? How many times have I said ... this will not end well? Well guess what mofo's ... things are going to get worse. And this will not end well. Looking at the vid, it's more leaves of tea, to be read. A looking glass into the future. My advice?

Get on a war time footing ... NOW. Jettison the dead weight. All of it. Get your affairs in order. Hell's a comin. You can run. You can (try and) hide. You can even pretend (it ain't at our doorstep). Won't change a f*cking thing. Evil just is. And it most certainly is here. What you do? I know not. I do know things will get ugly. In ways hideous ... yet to be revealed. In manner and form that only pure evil can muster. And yes, I would be lying. If I said I wasn't afraid.

Kabuki Theater in a Crowded Fire

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Life ain't all equine polo, and lugzhurious upholstered cabanas (with requisite bottles of Taittinger). In Montecito (Summerland/Carp), with the Royals (and Hollyweirdos) noo. Nor lickety quick pit stops (photo ops) at Roscoe's (with a fleet of fifty, armored, Secret Service vehicles). To grab up a bucket a'chicken ... to go (at least Chucklehead didn't use the drive thru!). Enroute to $38,500 a plate galas/dinners/soirees/parties. At taxpayer expense.

It's more like Chinese water torture (drip, drip, drip, drip). These attacks ... these brutal attacks on truth. Ceaseless, and without end. And like I told ya a bazillion times already [years now (f*ck yes ... years)]. IT IS ONLY GOING TO GET WORSE (and that, that is the only thing I am confident of).



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[Last fifteen seconds of clip, Dum Dum's handler/young woman/far right (watch her eyes, she's nearly drowning in the KoolAid): "Excuse me, we gotta go, I'm sorry ... we gotta go" (translation: we're late, really really late ... for Joe's nap [we need some Valium ... STAT!!!])].


Only problem ... me, I weren't actually prepared.
For the true horror.
The reality.
Seen with my own eyes.
It defies belief.
This morbid, sick, deranged Kabuki Theater.
In a crowded fire.

And I didn't think RT/Russia Television could get any worse, with their nonstop (and then some) coverage, of all things kumbaya/Zuccotti Park (spakle ponies for everyone!). Until perchance I espied (every one's favorite) Rachel Maddow, one morn last week, as live guest/talking head. Each day the fourth estate and the IslamoCommieJunta write/produce/direct a new scene, a new act. More foul, more odius, more cringeworthy, more frightening, and more bone chilling than before.



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Up = down (kill the rich). Down = up [take their money, it's ours! (this riot sh*t's hard work)]. Left = right (Occupy Wall Street's no diff than the Tea Party). Islamists = Krishna's. Arab Spring = peace in our time. Insurgents/rebels/militants/pro-democracy activists = Mother Teresa (and not proud members of the Baby Raping MoonG*d Death Cult).



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It never stops. MSM's feverish panicked push ... the Islamification of America (last Tuesday's L.A. Daily News, gave a birthday shout out to Ahmadinejad!). Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right. Lurps behind. And stuck in the middle ... with IslamoCommie traitors (in front). The Reich Ministry and their 24/7 disinfo, propaganda, lies, misdirection, obfuscation ... are killing my country. Stone cold. Sans compunction. Sans reason. Sans regret. On a mission they are. Mindless. Express. To hell.

Now beaten down, I've pretty much reached my limit, my tolerance. Straining mightily, having to force myself ... to put fingers to keyboard, words to screen. Enervated, struggling ... ever so ... to sort through the enormous backlog of links. And though I most certainly implore others, to batten down the hatches and ride out the storm. I am no longer confident of my own ability, to endure, to persevere. While Goebbels arises, lives, breathes, and walks among us.

And now? Our country's bedrock foundations are a crumble. Under the steady, ceaseless, pounding assault. Right before all our very eyes. Lawlessness now becoming the accepted norm [in spite of the Reich Ministry (transparently) painting Occupy Wall St. as the libturd rapture]:


1) MANCHESTER - A city woman is accused of pimping a 16-year-old girl she met in Victory Park during the Occupy NH demonstrations.


2) CLEVELAND, Ohio (CBS Cleveland) – An “Occupy Cleveland” protester tells police she was raped in her tent over the weekend.


3) Police Investigating Possible Sexual Assault Of Teen At Occupy Dallas.


4) A man is arrested at Occupy Toronto after allegedly smelling a woman's feet and trying to get other protesters to drink urine.


5) SEATTLE -- A man accused of exposing himself to children at least five times across Seattle, was arrested early Tuesday morning. Detectives learned he had been at Westlake Park, taking part in the Occupy Seattle protests.


6) Thieves preying on fellow protesters.


7) Occupy Wall Street Goons Spray Black Cop With Liquid Then Jump Him (Video).


8) OccupyDenver Thugs Knock Motorcycle Cop To Ground.


9) A hotel's staff voiced concerns about having to recently escort hotel employees to and from bus stops late at night due to inappropriate behavior, such as public masturbation, from street protesters.


10) ... barged into a woman’s tent and sexually assaulted her at around 6 a.m., said protesters, who chased him from the park.



And not just at park's Zuccotti ...


11) AN 84-YEAR-OLD ex-university official savagely attacked by four young punks during a walk in Wissahickon Valley Park earlier this week theorizes that the beating he endured was a cruel game of "get the old geezer."


12) Police investigate 2nd cemetery assault in south Jersey.


13) Video Shows Brutal Attack At Sacramento Strip Mall:

SACRAMENTO (CBS13) — A video shot in south Sacramento has gone viral and, in a word, it’s brutal. It shows a mentally disabled woman being mocked, spit on, then punched in the face at a Sacramento strip mall on Mack Road (ed: I haven't been able to bring myself to watch).


While the cowards merely make do with words:


14) Orlando Jones: 'If American Liberals Want Respect ... Kill Sarah Palin’


15) Kent St. Professor: ‘Death to Israel’.


Sadly, the upcoming election's now been reduced, to nothing but a TV popularity contest [with running Twitter commentary (f*ck me). As well a search, for stains, in Cain's drawers]. We most certainly aren't in Kansas anymore. No Sir, no Maam. And this isn't a drill (and I WILL keep telling ya mofo's). The Constitution is under direct fascist attack. This is all too real. The nation whole, in jeopardy most precarious. As toweringly deranged MSM busy themselves, building the ovens anew (but that it only were ... Kabuki Theater). They then light the fire [with one hand (while ushering in a crowd of Joos, with the other)].




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There's something solid forming in the air,
And the wall of death is lowered in Times Square.
No-one seems to care,
They carry on as if nothing was there.

The wind is blowing harder now,
Blowing dust into my eyes.
The dust settles on my skin,
Making a crust I cannot move in
And I'm hovering like a fly, waiting for the windshield on the freeway.

It's All Too Much

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So many links. So many sites. So many clips. So much news. Bout events troubling. Events disturbing [seeing the true face of the Islamists. Orgasmically beating Khadafi, to a limp bloody pulp (lots of khalifa goats went to sleep lonely, last night)]. It's all too much.

What can one do?

Turn off your f*cking TV's. Yes. Put away your iPads. Uh huh. And give your freakin Twidgits, a rest. Please. Even tune out Beck, and Rush? You betcha. T h i n k f o r y o u r s e l v e s. Limit your exposure to the endless nothingness. Yes, do read, do look, do concern yourself with.

But measure your dose.

Balance. Keep your balance. While everyone around, loses theirs. It is a black and white world (oh nooooo elmo .... you foogin, racist, teabagger!). Keep it that way. Right. Wrong. No middle ground. No areas of gray. No compromise. The deluge of bits, the tidal wave of info. The fifty foot onslaught ... of MSM/Reich Ministry propaganda, will drown you. Stay on shore. Feet firmly planted. Do not get swept away. Swept up in the blurred reality. That too much brings.

Keep it tight.

The GREATEST ENEMY the United States of America, HAS EVER KNOWN. Buraq Hussein Obama, is counting on your confusion. Your disillusion. Your tiredness. Your imbalance. T.E.A. or nothing. Be it Bachmann (and West), be it Cain (and West). Stand tall. Stand firm. Do not budge. Do not bend. Do not waver. Do not back down. Do not turn sideways. Do not flinch. These aren't words people.

This is reality.

TWO MONTHS. Two months mofo's, two. That's it. That's all. America has just two months to live (bet you think I'm joking). The caliphate's waiting ... in the wings ... to jump up and down. On her grave. Hang tough. Stay sharp. W a t c h y o u r s i x (again, I'm not joking). Stop any unneeded, uneccessary expenditures. Budget only for bottles (water), bullion (not soup), beans (I prefer black), and boolits (not pointed). And maybe, just maybe ... we will make it.

I know, it isn't easy. I know, really I do. Sickly I feel each day. Nauseous. As I peruse the insanity. Sometimes frozen with horror. Each of us must give something. Each of us must do. Each of us ... must act. Each and every one of us. Whatever muscle you can bring to bear. For our dearly beloved ... sickly, suffering, dying America. You bring it motherf*ckers.

That isn't asking for too much.