If we don’t rebel, if we’re not physically in an active rebellion, then it’s spiritual death.” ― Chris Hedges

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Bloody yiddish crimes in Christian Europe: Beautiful Ukrainian girl expresses terrible truth! AMAZING VID!

Kseniya Simonova winner of Ukraine's Got Talent (wtf?) tells a story in sand of the bloody-thirsty oppression of The Christian Ukraine by the filthy yiddish satanic communist khazarian hordes of greedy thieving scum...

Who would have thought that a yiddish show exploiting poor goyim would reveal such an incredible vision of artistic and creative talent?! Who would have thought that the filthy yids would have allowed this amazing performance to "go to Air"? Let alone WIN!

Merry Christmas to all...


Sunday, December 04, 2011

Greedy yiddish khazars with their fat snouts in the amerikan taxpayers trough! Add the trillions they steal to the figures in this vid!

Ask me again why I want the illegal, immoral and apartheid occupation of Palestine by khazarian satanists to be FORCEFULLY ended NOW!


Sunday, November 20, 2011

Jewish Ritual Murder in England Before 1290 and modern yiddish blood rituals: Substantial text and a vid.

Jews offering a child to molech!
The first known case occurred in 1144; after that, cases cropped up from time to time until the Jews were expelled from the realm by Edward I. The most famous of these incidents was that of Little St. Hugh of Lincoln in 1255. I record these cases in chronological order; the case of St. Hugh, particularly, was juridically decided, and the Close and Patent Rolls of the Realm record definitely cases at London, Winchester and Oxford. There seems no reason to doubt that many cases of ritual murder have been unsuspected and even undiscovered. 

Why the ancient carving in stone if it is not true?
1144, Norwich. A twelve year-old boy was crucified and his side pierced at the Jewish Passover. His body was found in a sack hidden in a tree. A converted Jew, called Theobald of Cambridge, confessed that the Jews took blood every year from a Christian child because they thought that only by so doing could they ever obtain their freedom and return to Palestine; and that it was their custom to draw lots to decide whence the blood was to be supplied; Theobald said that last year the lot fell to Narbonne, but in this year to Norwich. The boy was locally beatified and has ever since been known as St. William. The Sheriff, probably bribed, refused to bring the Jews to trial.

In J. C. Cox's Norfolk Churches, vol. II, p. 47, as also in the Victoria County History of Norfolk, 1906, vol.. II, is an illustration of an old painted rood-screen depicting the ritual murder of St. William; the screen itself is in Loddon Church, Norfolk, unless the power of Jewish money has had it removed. No-one denies this case as a historical event, but the Jews of course say it was not a ritual murder. The Jew, C. Roth, in his The Ritual Murder Libel and the Jew (1935) says: "Modern enquirers, after careful examination of the facts, have concluded that the child probably lost consciousness in consequence of a cataleptic fit, and was buried prematurely by his relatives." How these modern enquirers arrived at a conclusion like that after all these years, Mr. Roth does not say; nor is it a compliment to the Church to suggest that its ministers would allow the boy's death to be celebrated as the martyrdom of a saint without having satisfied themselves that wounds on the body confirmed the crucifixion and piercing of the side. And why the relatives should bury the boy in a sack and then dig it up and hang it in a tree would puzzle even a Jew to explain.

John Foxe's Acts and Monuments of the Church records this ritual murder, as did the Ballandists and other historians. The Prior, William Turbe, who afterwards became Bishop of Norwich, was the leading light in insisting that the crime was one of Jewish ritual murder; in the Dictionary of National Biography (edited by a Jew!) it is made clear that his career, quite apart from this ritual murder case, is that of a man of great strength of character and moral courage.

1160, Gloucester. The body of a child named Harold was found in the river with the usual wounds of crucifixion. Sometimes wrongly dated 1168. (Recorded in Monumenta Germania Historica, vol. VI (Erfurt Annals); Polychronicon, R. Higdon; Chronicles, R. Grafton, p. 46.)

1181, Bury St. Edmunds. A child called Robert was sacrificed at Passover. The child was buried in the church and its presence there was supposed to cause miracles. (Authority: Rohrbacher, from the Chronicle of Gervase of Canterbury.) 

Ancient wood-cut, why? It's not real though huh?
1192, Winchester. A boy crucified. Mentioned in the Jewish Encyclopaedia as being a false charge. Details lacking.

1232, Winchester. Boy crucified. Details lacking. (Mentioned in Hyamson's History of the Jews in England; also in Annals of Winchester; and conclusively in the Close Roll 16, Henry III, m.8, 26.6.1232.) 

1235, Norwich. In this case, Jews stole a child and hid him with a view to crucifying him. Haydn's Dictionary of Dates of date 1847, says of this case, "They [the Jews] circumcise and attempt to crucify a child at Norwich; the offenders are condemned in a fine of 20,000 marks." (Further authority Huillard Breolles, Grande Chronique, III, 86; also Close Roll, 19 Henry III, m.23.) 

1244, London. A child's body found unburied in the cemetery of St. Benedict, with ritual cuts. Buried with great pomp in St. Paul's. (Authority: Social England, vol. I, p. 407, edited by H. D. Traill.) 

1255, Lincoln. A boy called Hugh was kidnapped by the Jews and crucified and tortured in hatred of Jesus Christ. The boy's mother found the body in a well on the premises of a Jew called Jopin or Copinus. This Jew, promised by the judge his life if he confessed, did so, and 91 Jews were arrested; eventually 18 were hanged for the crime. King Henry III himself personally ordered the juridical investigation of the case five weeks after the discovery of the body, and refused to allow mercy to be shown to the Jew Copinus, who was executed. 

Where is little Madeleine McCann?
Hugh was locally beatified, and his tomb may still be seen in Lincoln Cathedral, but the Jewish Money Power has evidently been at work, for between 1910 and 1930 a notice was fixed above the shrine as follows: "The body of Hugh was given burial in the Cathedral and treated as that of a martyr. When the Minster was repaved, the skeleton of a small child was found beneath the present tombstone. There are many incidents in the story which tend to throw doubt upon it, and the existence of similar stories in England and elsewhere points to their origin in the fanatical hatred of the Jews of the Middle Ages and the common superstition, now wholly discredited, that ritual murder was a factor of Jewish Paschal Rites. Attempts were made as early as the 13th century by the Church to protect the Jews against the hatred of the populace and against this particular accusation." 

At a visit to Lincoln of the Jewish Historical Society, in 1934, the Mayor, Mr. G. Deer, said to them: "That he [St. Hugh] was done to death by Jews for ritual purposes cannot be other than a libel based upon the prejudices and ignorance of an unenlightened age." The Chancellor on the same occasion said: "It was quite obviously one of the very many cases of slander spread about the Jews from time to time. No doubt, the child died or fell down the well." 

These people, Jews and Gentiles, bring no evidence whatever for their statement; it couldn't have happened, they say. Why not? 

Was Henry III, weak in character as we know him to have been, ever charged with being an immoral man? Did the judges not examine the body, which was only four weeks dead? Is Haydn's Dictionary of Dates (1847 edition) medieval and superstitious when it said of this case "They [the Jews] crucify a child at Lincoln, for which eighteen are hanged"? There are no 'ifs' and 'buts' here! Or does Copinus's confession not tally with that of Theobald, quoted above in the first Norwich case? Copinus said, "For the death of this child, nearly all the Jews in England had come together and every town had sent deputies to assist in the sacrifice."

No-one questions the historical facts in this case; but Jews and Judaized Gentiles alike unite in denying the fact of ritual murder. 

Strack, in his The Jew and Human Sacrifice, written in defence of the Jews against the Blood Accusation, omits all mention of this famous case, which is the subject of the Prioress's Tale in Chaucer's Canterbury Tales and is referred to in Marlowe's Jew of Malta. Hyamson's History of the Jews in England devotes the whole of Chapter IX to "Little St. Hugh of Lincoln," showing the importance of the ritual murder issue in the Jewish mind today. (The following Close Rolls of the Realm refer to the case of St. Hugh: Henry III, 39, m.2, 7.10.1255; 39, m.2, 14.10.1255; 40, m.20, 24.11.1255; 40, m.13, 13.3.1256; 42, m.6, 19.6.1258. And the Patent Rolls, Henry III, 40, m.20, 26.11.1255; 40, m.19, 9.12.1255; 40, 27.3.1256; and 40, m.5, 20.8.1256.) 

1257, London. A child sacrificed. (Authority: Cluverius, Epitome Historiae p. 541.) Details lacking. 

1276, London. Boy crucified. (Authority: The Close Roll of the Realm, 4, Edward I, m.14, 3.3.1276.) 

1279, Northampton. A child crucified. Haydn's Dictionary of Dates, 1847, says of this case: "They [the Jews] crucify a child at Northampton for which fifty are drawn at horses' tails and hanged." (Further authorities: Reiley, Memorials of London, p. 15; H. Desportes, Le Mystére du Sang.) 

1290, Oxford. The Patent Roll 18 Edward I, m.21, 21st June 1290, contains an order for the gaol delivery of a Jew, Isaac de Pulet, detained for the murder of a Christian boy at Oxford.

Only one month after this, King Edward issued his decree expelling the Jews from the Kingdom. There is, then, every reason to believe that it was the Oxford murder which proved the last straw in toleration.

A similar ritual case was one of the main stimulants to the King and Queen of Spain to expel professing Jews from that country in 1492 (Leese: Jewish Ritual Murder, p. 20). 

The Jews, in attempting to escape responsibility for these deaths by ritual murder, do not hesitate to impugn the probity of two of the Kings of England, against whose moral character no-one else has dared to cast a slur. Here are some examples. Firstly the Jew Hyamson (in History of the Jews in England, 1928 edition, p. 21) wrote: "It has also been pointed out that the Blood Accusation was as a rule made at a time at which the Royal Treasury needed replenishing." This foul accusation against men of upright character was repeated in the Jewish Chronicle Supplement, April 1936, p. 8 (speaking of the Lincoln case in the reign of Henry III): "Henceforth and especially under the zealously Christian Edward I, the Crown and its officers became almost a worse peril to the Jews than mobs intent on loot and led on by fanatic priests and knightly spendthrifts who had borrowed Jewish money. When 18th century writers of history began to examine the old records in a new sceptical temper some may be found venturing on such unkind surmises as that the alleged crucifixions of Christian children only seemed to happen when kings were short of money." 

To deny that the cases of St. William of Norwich and St. Hugh of Lincoln were Jewish ritual murders is to accuse certain English Kings, certain English Clergy, and certain English administrators, known to be men of good morals, of murdering and torturing Jews to get their money, after accusing them of horrible crimes. In the case of St. Hugh, the sentence was juridical; in the case of St. William, the mob took the matter into their own hands because the Sheriff would take no action himself. 

Whom do you believe – the Jews or the English? 

"It is difficult to refuse all credit to stories so circumstantial and so frequent." So says Social England concerning ritual murders in England (vol. I, p. 407, 1893, edited by H. D. Traill). 
A significant fact is that Haydn's Dictionary of Dates, at least up to 1847, quoted the ritual murders in Norman and Plantagenet England as undisputed facts. In later editions in the sixties, all mention of them is extirpated! We may take it that the Jewish Money Power began to dictate to the Press in England somewhere in the fifties of the last century.
Author:  Arnold S. Leese
Here's one of the filthy chosen priests trying to bullshit his way around the disgusting blood ritual of mutilation and sexual assault upon a child, babbling some babylonian voodoo:

"The Hebrews killed the little boy Simon, in order to obey a rabbinical religious law; their motive being to serve a most wicked piety and devotion by obtaining Christian blood for the celebration of Passover." - From the Official Court Record- (Pre-Usurped) Vatican Archives



Saturday, November 12, 2011

Who are Gog (Ya'juj) and Magog (Ma'juj) a very interesting presentation by Sheikh Imran Hosein

The facts are easy, it is the acceptance that is difficult - cleanse your mind of thoughts and contemplate the accuracy of the ancient scriptures, it will all become very clear - the evil tribe of usurious child-molesters are the synagogue of satan - it's Biblical people, BIBLICAL!


Sunday, November 06, 2011

Holocaust Auschwitz BULLSHIT! Yids admit they are pathological liars! Watch the vid:

Hitler is Daddy-Daycare at the Death camps!
Well, I guess this is all the world needs to know - there were Theatres, Orchestras, Canteens to spend their money/coupons at and Soccer teams. WHAT THE FUCK?!

While these fuckers were waiting to be gassed and incinerated, they played soccer?!


It's over: The HOLHOAX scam is BUSTED once and for always IT NEVER HAPPENED!

"Let's play soccer while we wait to be gassed! Yipeee!"
Righty ho then, time to start dismantling israhell,  all you filthy lying yids, get your filthy yiddish shit together and start marching toward the port at Haifa, you're all going back to Poland and Russia! Those that refuse to go will be dragged into the street in headlocks and thrown into Shipping-containers!

It's a shame that we of the christian heritage are so slow to move into 'slaughter mode', if we were more prepared by our culture to murder lie and steal, like yids: THERE WOULD NOT BE THE HELL ON EARTH WE ARE EXPERIENCING NOW!

NO YIDS...No famines, wars or dumb fucking sheeple!


Saturday, October 29, 2011

Farrakhan Ghaddafi and Libya, this says everything, I am far too angry to shout in their faces again, FUCKING SHEEPLE!

That which ensued in Libya, was to be expected.  Of course I prayed and hoped for the best, I hoped beyond hope that the announcements of G's evil murder were a scam, alas, it matters little, true or not. The King is Dead, Long Live the King! He like many Libyans have been persecuted for the prosperity of the filthy tribe...

I have been so depressed of late, I have been indolent, supine if you will, these last few days. However, truth be known - it is the utter fucking stupidity of the sheeple that has exhausted me...and now, I can only bring myself to write this, an open letter to the sheeple:

When the time comes, I will protect, feed, house and clothe your traumatized children, however, I WILL abandon you, their parents, to the whim and will of the "rebels", (for their will be mercenaries paid for by israhell that will murder you too, UK, USA, Australia, etc.) Here, you have it with this: I will not defend you nor will I mourn you, when the time is right, I will tell your children the truth about your greed, stupidity and cowardice in the face of the overwhelming evidence available to anyone that CARES to find it - GOOGLE 911 truth, GOOGLE Bali Truth, GOOGLE London 7/7 Bombings, GOOGLE HOLOHOAX!

The sheeple don't and they won't.

To the Bloggersphere: What I will suggest is that we out here at "Occupy Blog Street", unite for a campaign to create a meme of our own - we all know that the yids use their shill media to manifest an egregious Will against their existential enemies piece-meal; the 'human' race!

So, let us agree to present a serial attack against the real enemy, we the "truthers", after all, know who, why, and how, the filthy tribe are creating so much horrible destruction and chaos in this material world.

Why not then, attack this pustular weeping sore at it's core - apartheid israhell?!

Why don't we all Post articles attacking the Wall, the settlements, the world-wide sex-slave trade orchestrated from tel aviv?!

Imagine all the readers thinking the same egregious thoughts about the filthy tribe, all at once - the powerful Will, created by this psychic energy would certainly fuck them up to some degree, yes?

Who's in?

veritas (daydream believer)


Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Black protester in Wall St. accused of antisemitism, for sign saying "Hitler's Bankers - Wall St" - video says it all:

The video begins with a fat yid accusing a black man of antisemitism because the words "Hitler's Bankers - Wall St -" and "Nazi Bankers - Wall St -" appear on his placard. Of course the fat yid has an eastern European accent. Why this fat fuck is not in israhell, an abomination created specifically for "chosen" yiddish-khazars, is beyond explanation, particularly when one considers how many Palestinians have died, been mutilated or persecuted to create that satanic hell-hole.

In response to the accusation of antisemitism, the protester calls out for the crowd to "Google, Wall St. jews" and "Freedom of Speech", the protester soon becomes the subject of ridicule and ad hominem attacks, the yids in the crowd are clearly seen trying to foment hatred toward the black protester, who stands his ground; due to a small number of supporters in the crowd the black protester is allowed to continue to hold his placard in the air, while Police try to retain the peace.

Yet another example of the filthy tribe trying to smother the truth with victim role-playing - well fuck you, yiddish shithogs; your push will soon come to our shove and it'll be sayonara child-molesting satanists! 


Friday, October 14, 2011

The Australian “GREENS” and Global Governance! The NWO down-under says; fuck the environment we need MORE worthless derivatives!

Dumbing down our children and creating zombie droids that focus entirely on drugs, alcohol, sex and violence, when not staring hypnotically at a video game is the policy of the learned elders of Satanism, assisting to achieve this goal is the remit of the Australian “Greens”:

The leader of the Australian “Greens” ‘Commo-Bob’ Brown is a self proclaimed homosexual; he is living with another sodomite he “married’ in a pathetically sordid sodomite’s ceremony many years ago.

Digression: If you support gay lesbian marriage, you better research social engineering a LOT more. The yids are behind the destruction of western society, always have been and will continue to work at turning our sons into depraved sexual obsessive’s that think that one man forcing his penis into another man’s anus, is a ‘valid sexual alternative’: BULLSHIT!

They have also been behind the propaganda that encourages our daughters to “experiment” with lesbianism – “I kissed a girl and I like'd it!” Of course they use very attractive young women to sell this bullshit, as the dirty, smelly bull-dikes that ACTUALLY make up the MAJORITY of dykes, are so fucking pig-ugly that even an alcohol addled adolescent mind would find kissing one of those fucking shit-hogs atrocious – no win for the yids there!

So, back to the Australian “Greens”, whose Executive, by the way, is made up of a majority of lesbians and arse-bandits, one of them was a Card holding Stalinist! I have absolutely no respect for 'fagelas';  'fagela’ being yiddish for Gay! Yep, the terms Fag and Faggot, came from the yids! The irony sings!

So, now Australians are burdened with a fucking bullshit Carbon Dioxide Tax, a tax on the invisible, odourless, tasteless, component of the Earth’s atmosphere that our vegetables and fruits absorb as part of their nutrition as they are growing! Yep, what we eat - eats CO2.

I am totally over the fucking traitors that pretend to manage this material world; more so, I am over the stupid fucking sheeple that enable these fucking arseholes!

I pray that if there is a God, he/she immediately creates a force of assassins that will execute a filthy child-molesting yid, every time a filthy child-molesting yid hurts, molests or murders a goy, anywhere in the world!

Fuck yiddish khazars (you might know them as “jews”, they are not “jews, they are the synagogue of satan, these freaks were never a historical part of the Holy Land EVER!) and fuck israhell, the land belongs to the Palestinians and one day when we rid the earth of these disgusting parasites, Palestine and the rest of the world will be free!

Free Palestine!


Monday, October 10, 2011

This is why people of courage and conviction detest israhell!





I am waiting for the day when an International force goes house to house in every rat-nest illegal settlement and drags the filthy thieving child-molesting (it's in the talmud) yids out of those illegal dwellings and throws them all in cattle-trucks, then takes them to a shipyard at the Port Haifa and shoves their filthy arses onto cargo vessels and sends them back to Poland and Russia!

Let's see how your yiddisher momma deals with being dragged around in a head-lock - coward = yiddish-khazar!



Sunday, October 02, 2011

"Free Palestine", video by Lowkey - play it loud! Free Palestine!


Send the dirty yiddish khazars back to Poland and Russia and all the other European countries they fucked up and sucked dry!

The holocaust is a fucking LIE!


Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Israel facts: The unholy obscenities about yiddish crimes against humanity! Emotive vid.

israhell is a disgusting apartheid shit-hole that pretends to be a country; regardless of the trillions of dollars it STEALS from amerikan taxpayers and other western economies around the world, that its gangster bosses CONTROL from london, england: Unemployment and education for the genuine shemitic and the non-genuine yiddisher untermenschen are a disgrace in israhell! The sooner the peasant goyim of the west get off their collective arses and destroy this satanic fucking monstrosity, the sooner the world can begin to live in economic and social harmony! Death to talmudic yids and their pseudo-judaic renta-crowd. FREE PALESTINE!

Free Palestine!


Saturday, September 24, 2011

Libyan perspective...This is a beautiful, somber and sober explanation of the crisis facing the world, from 108morris108.

"I am Ashamed to Live in a NATO country!" 

NATO deceit, NATO Crime In Libya.

From YT Channel 108morris108

Where video information has been my source of information, I have been following the Libyan crisis almost exclusively through 108morris108's YT Channel Postings - they are the most comprehensive, concise and trustworthy narratives I have so far found, there are other providers whose work is as valuable, however, there are none so consistent, reliable and passionate.

Free Palestine, Iraq, Afghanistan and now Libya!


Monday, September 19, 2011

Dealing with the lives involved with a death in a Novel way, for Chuckyman who's back to the Front.

Extract from the 2nd part of the first Chapter of my Novel, which is a work in progress, like fossil fuels:
A story of love and war at the genesis of a Millennium.

Sawasdee Thailand

© The Author
Don Moung airport, Bangkok. 4.45 ayem. The airport was deserted and flight information echoed up and down the empty halls. A garish yellow-green fluorescent light reflected off the pale sheen of the linoleum floor. Cleaners lingered near windows, chatting while leaning on huge V-shaped brooms.

It was still dark outside - the windows reflected the interior. David was aware of his reflection striding rapidly; he travelled light and hated waiting in line. Arriving at customs ahead of the rest of his flight, David’s addled mind was disorientated; he let his small backpack flop to the floor. Pushing his aluminium camera cases together with his foot then laying the in-flight magazine on top he sat down and smoked a cigarette as the remnants of the previous Arrival were being processed. David was hung-over and keen to stretch out on a bed.

Moments later the other passengers off his flight emerged enmasse from the walkway with a low rumble as David passed impatiently through Customs and down to the baggage rotundas.

David smiled and guffawed as he made his way through the sleepy milieu; first-time travellers never ceased to amuse him. Above the bickering and schamozzle David could here the incessant scraping of tiny wheels: the ones on the bottom of suit-cases that with the first use end up bent over, twisted and useless, just scuffing along - a hindrance to dragging 80lbs of unnecessarily, packed-in luggage. The way he'd seen some people lugging their shit across the world; bits of string and adhesive tape holding everything together and those ridiculous little identification ribbons the travel agents advise them to tie to their generic design suitcase sets. Red, blue, green and pink ribbons as far as the eye can see, Ha! There must be a squillion tons of lost clothing and personal items strewn across the tarmacs of the world by rough-enough's-good-enough baggage handlers.

After what seemed an eternity of cursing and chain-smoking his huge vinyl suitcase appeared, lolling obesely. He dragged it off and wrestled it onto his trolley - the duty-free contents settled tinkling and clinking as he laboured towards the exit. Passing nonchalantly under the big green NOTHING TO DECLARE arch - David shook his head and continued out onto the concourse, his fat suitcase bulging with what could easily qualify as commercial quantities of Johnny Walker Black Label, Australian red wines, Blue cheese and cigarettes. Contraband for Contra deals - David was a petty smuggler of sorts. On a practical level even the cheapest crappiest gift often made a negotiation schmooze through more easily than hard cash.

E.g. An illiterate village chieftain sitting cross-legged under a thatch roof in a rain cloud at three thousand feet, might not remember whether the rent being paid by the multinational corporation for the right to destroy the jungle's canopy of his tribal homeland, will increase by market rates or indexing. However, it's a for-gone' that he'll remember the ceremonial booze served and shared by the 'foreign devils' that surrounded him in a kow-towing gaggle, during the negotiations!

A deep blue caste enveloped the front of the Terminal building, the fluorescent glow from the entrance faded out into it.

Morning was smeared across the horizon - a lick of pink and orange.

A powerful waft of oven-door heat drove the pungency of Orchids, rotting trash and exhaust fumes into his nostrils, moving his hair and clothes like a bully pushing through a crowd. The putrid air was heavy with moisture - a belated end to the wet-season. Already sweating profusely as he peered into the dark grey-blue of the false dawn, David tugged at the collar of his Polo shirt and sighed as the heat pressed-in, his legs were damp inside his micro-fibre slacks.

"Yoo wan' tassi, take yoo 'otel sir?" A podgy, scruffy little man approached in a curved sweep through the sinister half-light along the edge of the fluorescence.

David had waded through the Touts in the Terminal, dodging them and their extortionate offers of taxis and sexual services to find just such a driver. On a previous trip, one particularly bilious looking and persistent creep had annoyed David into response...

"No, I don't want to 'Fakeeng' your sister, I don't care how tight her 'poosee' is, so FUCK OFF!" This closing statement turned heads.

Outside the Terminal David knew he could haggle a decent fare. He liked the small-time guys that drove the beaten-up older taxis; they were usually dishevelled creatures that smelled of motor-oil and stale booze.

Like the honest poor the world over, they grinned at the irony of it all through masks of anguished determination - a commonwealth of disappointment grasping at their souls and laughter born of empathy bonding their hearts.

By now the driver had advanced upon and was grappling with David's baggage. Attempting to carry it all at once, and tender for David's business at the same time.

"Where yoo go sir? No worry, not too much money, cheap, no problem but maybe sumsing for me, OK?"

The little guy tried to smile cheerfully - his eyes were bloodshot and his teeth were stained red from chewing Betel nut, and although all he could manage was an idiotic grin and a nervous tick, he was giving off the right vibes. David liked him.

"Come come, I tek yoo baks, no worry I hass goo' tassi, aircon, aircon!"

Straining at the bag that David wouldn't release; in a bizarre tug-of-war the driver was now rocking from foot to foot glancing nervously behind David. Continuing to resist the Driver's urging David asked him how much.

“Pom pai Bangplad, Charansanitwong, Soi Lertboon jet-sip-et, ti, Baht?” Requesting a price in Thai, to go to a specific destination, which was not a Hotel, startled the driver.

"Oi, yoo sapeek Thai, OK, Sii Loi, (400 baht) OK we go, soon t'affic no goo'!" The driver urged, as he again tugged at the bag David was holding.

“No, Soung loi –Haa sip Baht, OK.” David stood his ground for 250 Baht.

“Oi, Ok, Ok, we go now!” The driver agreed, better 250 Baht than nothing. If the independent drivers brought a fare to the Airport, they knew they only had a few precarious minutes to pick up a return fare before being given the Bum's-rush out of the Airport precinct by Cops on the take from the Touts.

Peeping around David, the Driver grimaced. One of the Touts David had palmed-off and a couple of Cops were bearing down on them.

The driver; dragging the bulging suitcase and juggling the majority of David's luggage, turned and scuttled out into the three-deep row of Hotel Limousines and a dozen sleek and shiny Meter-taxis. The Tout and the Cops were calling from behind as David followed the driver. David had what he wanted and didn't respond.
When they were safely pulling into traffic David took a look back; The senior cop, standing hands akimbo on the concourse, was boyishly thin, with a pot-belly; in his skin-tight brown uniform, peaked cap, bulky revolver and big black boots - he looked comical, like a Nazi Mickey Mouse. Comical however, these tough little brutes were not.

The temperature inside the taxi was an icy shock. Rarely did the air-conditioning work; none the less the Touts would use the facility to hustle the taxis they controlled. It wasn't until you were jammed in traffic, baking in your own juices and demanding the air-conditioning that you would be casually informed that it had broken down. Complaints went begging - "I was told it had air-conditioning"! Was invariably answered with "Yes, there, there is Aircon' " the device itself being pointed out.

The cultural anomalies inherent to explaining that merely having the device in the car was not sufficient - it has to actually operate - defied a debate of the ethics involved.

For some reason the driver couldn't explain, the new multi-million dollar Fly-Over was not available for use. As the taxi moved into the flow of the busy morning traffic David rested back onto the cold vinyl seat.

Through the driver's side passenger window David could see the sun rising, a spray of chrome-yellow rays fanning the sky and striking in silhouette with bright jagged contrasts the outer-urban-industrial skyline of Bangkok.

Leaving the freeway several minutes later and approaching an intersection shrouded in smog, the taxi slowed to the pace of the city traffic - A cityscape of dull grey skyscrapers pierced the fluffy ginger haze. Bangkok was one huge filthy traffic-jam from 6am 'til 2am every day of the year.

The driver was fiddling with the tape deck. The gaping glove compartment revealed a jumble of cheap cassette tapes - bad rip-off recordings of good artists.

"Ingliss moosik, very goo' ". A goofy betel-nut grin flashed across the Driver's face as the tape deck began to play with a pop and a squeal. The tune was The Goo Goo Dolls' - Iris. One of Sally's favourites. The Driver began humming and moaning out of tune. As the song was beginning to affect David's thoughts the tape deck squealed again and stopped. The Driver cursed and started pressing and re-pressing all the grubby prongs with polished tips protruding from the Tape-deck; the buttons appearing to have fallen from grace long ago.
The Tape deck itself was slung beneath the dashboard in a firm web and clump of telephone cable and electrical tape. When the cassette finally ejected, a tight knot of brown ribbon that was still attached to the inside of the tape deck blossomed from the cassette player. With a gleaming embarrassed face the Driver dropped the damaged cassette tugged out the rest of the tape and inserted another that he found after a quick rummage along the dashboard.

"Sony, Sony re-al one, is bery goo, no problem"! The Driver beamed as he pushed the tape into the ancient knobless Tape deck.

Lara's theme - it couldn't be worse; this was the tune Sally and he had selected for their wedding waltz, David laughed and sighed - this wasn't coincidence - someone somewhere was sticking pins into his wax effigy.

At the intersection, through the dense acrid blue haze belched up by the traffic, David could see a Cop on duty, gracefully pirouetting as he directed the traffic with large reflective gauntlets, helmet and poncho. After the long boozy stoned flight David was still dazed unfocussed and melancholy. Lara's theme ebbed across his thoughts - he gulped at the whiskey from his remaining bottle and passed it to the driver who grinned at the side of David’s head took a long swig and passed it back. David chugged down the last mouthful. A warm buzz flushed through his body, the music hummed and a moment later the scene transmogrified as they rolled through the smog passed the traffic cop.

David saw through the translucent rays of dawn; His Bride, in her wedding-dress, turning in the slow incandescent swirls of a smoke machine...the traffic lurched forward. Sullenly, David rested his head against the window.

The City of Angels loomed ahead...


Monday, September 12, 2011

This Kurt Sonnenfeld video is amazing; I have never seen footage inside the basement of the Towers - shortly after the collapses on 911.

This is amazing Kurt Sonnenfeld vision, I have seen a heap of vids on 911, mostly the crash and free-fall stuff, I have never seen this intimate perspective post-mortem of the wreckage from within the basement and buildings. The destruction is absolute, I can't help but think the Demolition crew are walking around on human remains. Bush is such a wanker, what a fraud...

Surely, we, the people of the world that are not motivated by greed and blood lust; surely we can overcome the terrible tribe of satan and reclaim a world that can be celebrated for its beauty rather than disdained for its inequity and tyranny?!


Friday, September 09, 2011

A Novel approach to anti-zionism: with cap in hand, for Timster....

Extract from the 2nd part of the first Chapter of my Novel, which is a work in progress, like fossil fuels:


A story of love and war at the genesis of a Millennium.

Oblivion or Bust

Departing from Melbourne to Bangkok on the cheapest flight he could find David hunched down into his seat. The noise of the other passengers created an annoying din; obstreperous children were running amok in the aisles and the toilets; Old women draped in black shawls were holding loud conversations across the cabin while young women whined, opening and closing and opening and slamming closed the overhead compartments. Huddles of men - jamming the aisles, coughed and wheezed between cigarettes lit one off another. 'Pinnng' NON IL FUMARE the little illuminated sign above his seat glowed red: So much for the Ban on smoking cigarettes in Aussie airspace. The crew suddenly appeared; went rapidly through the life-jacket performance and vanished behind the galley curtains after reiterating the 'no smoking' policy through a fug of smoke.

Oblivious time elapsed.

Fumbling with the complimentary earphones and mooching through his pockets for his own cigarettes…why not? He came across the divorce papers his wife had given him - $500.00 worth of do-it-yourself grief. For a moment David pondered the simplicity of his doom and then slumped down further into the narrow confines of the seat.

The rudimentary ergonomics of the complimentary earphones pinched at his ears. Searching in frustration through the channels of music he was about to snatch the earphones off his head when he came across the first few bars of Tomaso Albinoni's Adagio in G minor. That's more like it he thought. Whilst David adjusted his earphones the Captain made a brief announcement, which David failed to comprehend. Shortly after, the aisle swelled on David's side of the cabin with rude activity as the cabin lights dimmed and a gibbering throng fussed around the little portals leaning shamelessly over friends and strangers alike. The cabin hummed and shook as the Aeroplane banked to starboard - Oh, I see, the old 'check-out-the-view' routine, he thought.

Anonymous in the dark cabin David struck a match and became enveloped in the orange glow, the flare from the ignition failed rapidly. He watched the flame until it began to burn his fingers and with a small shrill gasp and a brisk shake of his wrist he extinguished the match, flicking it as it expired, into the murky darkness between his feet.

Exhaling he sank back into his seat, closed his eyes and unscrewed the lid of one of the flat little bottles of whisky he'd bought in the departure lounge Duty Free shop.

Escaping from the mayhem of the Economy Class from Hell, the bottle emptied quickly. The bitter heat of the liquor made him dry-retch and a long hard draw on his cigarette stifled the urge. His empty stomach passed the alcohol straight to his brain, which mingled with the hallucinogens of the 'Joint' he'd smoked in the departure lounge toilets.

Chemically relaxed, once again, David slowly gave in to the sombre flow of the adagio...War had become the sole subject of his reportage over the past ten years.

The physical and emotional toll had begun to weigh heavily on his nerves and the separation from Sally had broken his grip on those demons that he kept locked deep in his psyche. Strains of the Adagio mingled with his thoughts as he closed his eyes, gradually slipping farther and farther away from the present, his mind succumbed to the past - dis-corporated by fatigue, alcohol and marijuana.

Drifting in an ethereal light, images of the all the horror he had witnessed began a macabre parade, wheeling and turning, illuminating the dark sad loneliness of his mind: A young boy dressed only in baggy camouflage pants that hung in loose bloodied folds from his narrow limbs writhed in agony squealing for his mother - his tiny body blasted to pieces in combat. An old woman weeping over a malarial baby; dying for the want of a few cents worth of medication: A buffalo grunting and snorting blood; dis-embowelled, shambling and stumbling on three limbs - the fourth shattered by a landmine.

Albinoni was hitting hard. David's shoulders sagged; his strength was being absorbed by the struggle with the cramped angular seat. His self-inflicted burdens had become too much.

David gritted his teeth and pressed his tongue hard up against the roof of his mouth. Tears welled in the corners of his eyes and squeezing the lids tightly caused the tears to skip delicately down his burning cheeks. Opening his eyes he flopped forward - his elbows on his knees. Extracting a departure lounge serviette from the pocket of his jacket, which he had rolled-up under his seat, he wiped his eyes and discreetly blew his nose. Holding his head in his hands he began to criticize his apathetic state...

"Scuzza, scuzza, MI SCUZZA SIGNORE!"

It was the stewardess he'd beckoned earlier. She’d brought the beer and the wine that he'd asked for. The drinks were placed onto the little table that was unfolded in front of him.

"Grazia bella". Tired and self-conscious he glanced up for a second and flashed a dimpled smile, then looked distractedly at the drinks while lighting another cigarette.

"Prego ". She replied flatly, eyeing contemptuously the cigarette. As she was turning to move away she noticed David's flushed appearance and perceiving the pain of departure from loved ones, she hesitated.

A thin-lipped matriarchal smile appeared on her face as she took from the pocket of her apron two tiny packets of peanuts; placing them next to the drinks she leaned across him to press the seat recliner button. David altered his posture to allow the seat to become upright. Still groggy from his terrible daydream, he marvelled at the supple fullness of her olive-skinned neck; a delicate perfume of perspiration and Eau de Toilette pervaded the air around her; David swooned.

Straightening to her full height the Stewardess turned toward the crew station pausing momentarily she pressed herself against his seat to allow another stewardess to squeeze past. Stylish and exotic in her tailored uniform the sound of her pantyhose rasping against the satin lining of her skirt crashed over his senses as he gulped from the fragile plastic cup. A wave of erotic intimacy flushed his cheeks. Her proximity intimidated him. He imagined accusing eyes scorning his obsessive behaviour - embarrassed and fearful of losing his faculties altogether David sank farther down into his seat; forlorn at the prospect of combat in his present state of mind and as always before an assignment, he was consumed with feelings of hopelessness and dread.

David alternated between drinking and smoking and attempts at sleep, which were never more than brief, restless haunted stupors.

For most of the flight he sat crumpled in a catatonic malaise.


Saturday, September 03, 2011

libya war NATO rabble murdering black immigrant workers - NATO genocide AGAIN! Vid.

Read this...
Through the looking glass. We have obtained total Orwellian Mediatopia: "Doublespeak" is language that deliberately disguises, distorts, or reverses the meaning of words. A simple rule of thumb would be to assume that everything that is said or shown in the MSM is the exact opposite to the truth and entirely staged to illustrate the lies.



Wednesday, August 31, 2011

911 10th anniversary services celebrating U.S support for Al Qaeda in Libya - Yay U-S-A! Dumbest fucks on Earth!

Mother & Daughter, raped and killed by "rabbles"
If you actually lost someone in the Towers on 911, you have my deepest sympathy: However, many of the names on the manufactured passenger lists, alleged to be in the Planes that were alleged to have hit the Towers and the Pentagon or disappear completely into "liquified" dirt in Shanksville, were a scam.
Yep, actual Planes did hit the Towers, however, most of the alleged passengers were not passengers at all, that's why NO-ONE EVER, came to meet them at the Airports they were supposed to be destined for - you didn't know that did you!? NO-ONE EVER, came to collect their baggage or personal items either - didn't know that either did you!?
Most were paid shills performing for the israhell/ U.S. Government scum that pulled off the most effective terrorist mass-murder in 21st century history; these shills didn't die, they just changed phantom planes for real planes and disappeared into a sort of "witness relocation program", or they never even traveled at all!

For Genie - two Links to "NO-ONE EVER,"...

For ats link scroll down to: "reply posted on 7-1-2011 @ 08:34 PM by Human_Alien"


Some became the ground-based shills that you saw talking with such authority into MSM cameras in and around the target sites; remember the big-mouths yakking it up to the cameras at the WTC as though they had some sort of "knowledge" while even the genuine first response crews were confused as to what had actually happened!?

Think about it people, put down that GIANT SLUSHY and think about it!

The same psychopaths that slaughtered the 40 million Christians in Russia and started WW1 and WW2, well, pretty much every war that has obtained since the yiddish khazars of the bauer/rothschild banking cabal took over Europe in 1815 - did 911!

To tell you the truth; there has not been a conflict the yiddish khazars (jewish bankers) haven't created for profit in Europe in 200 years!

Now their greedy blood-lust is focused on the U.S.A: