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.