SAID THE CHOIRBOY TO THE BISHOP ~

SAID THE CHOIRBOY TO THE BISHOP ~

(An autobiography of a CIA child prostitute in the 60’s and 70’ ~

“And Abram took his son, his only son Isaac, bound him up with cords, then laid him upon the wood for the sacrifice” ~

(That’s in the bible in the book of Genesis there somewhere ~ No-shit!)

“Bound him up with cords, then laid him upon the wood for the sacrifice?”

WTF?

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 (Obviously rooting your sister in ancient WTF in greater Mesopotamia in the Middle East as the bible records the patriarch doing meant Abram had to leave and go somewhere else ~ Today, according to popular modern myth, you might get away with making your sister get pregnant in Tennessee or Kentucky if the local sheriff is in the same Masonic lodge as you are ~ You might even still get away with marrying her in the great Mormon state of Utah if you’re in good with the Mormon bishop and mayor ~ Yet, even in Uganda under Idi Amin in deepest darkest Africa, tying your child or anyone else’s child up with cords and putting them on a fcuking barbecue as dinner is pretty fcuking weird isn’t it)

Meanwhile, Abram’s common law wife (Slave) Hagar and Abram’s other (Other) other son by her, name of Ishmael escaped, meaning it was one of his other sons of a slave woman who got the ritual barbecue before becoming a sacrificial meal ~

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There’s a basic truth about Jews and the Judeo-Xtian religion everyone now believes in in a totally blinkered illusion, or doesn’t ~ It’s sitting right there in the book of Genesis and might well have directly led to there being no Habeas Corpus for the body of Moses suffering the same fate ~ Moses had been quite the anarchistic troublemaker putting that story in there about Abram cooking up his kid to eat it in what amounts to ritual cannibalism ~ It’s been somewhat hard trying to work out where to put the beginning in this autobiography of mine as it contains so very many ‘FACTS’ which go against accepted norms ~ As to what (Who) really started the massive warp in my reality where I’m seeing things just a bit differently from the average proletariat (sic) merely expanding on the true identities of some of the fascist Zionists who pushed there way into my life may make an autobiography interesting reading, once those who wish to understand the whole story read the whole thing and connect all of the dots, so here it is ~

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INTRO ~
Some very weird things were regularly happening to me outside of the family home in the rugged west New South Wales mining town of Broken Hill by the time I’d turned three years old in 1960 ~ Inside the family home my tough ex working girl (Prostitute) step mom Eleonore and very tough ex WW2 Sargent step dad Clem both managed to keep the fascist Zionist wolves at bay, away from their kids at home, yet not so much elsewhere as it soon turned out ~

My step-mom was pretty important to me ~ Once, when she’d gone off to work without the usual wake-up bye-bye kiss my world was out of sync so I’d snuck out of the house, away from whoever was minding me, got on my tricycle, then rode down the street looking for her ~ Soon getting tired of looking I’d noticed a police phone on a pole, so I’d climbed onto the seat of my trike and started dialing random 3 digit numbers which was what I’d seen mom do, as in you dial 3 times and then you talk ~ “Hello” someone would answer ~ “Have you seen my mommy?” I’d ask ~ “What’s your mommy’s name?” some kind lady asked and I’d responded with “You know ~ ‘MY’ mommy” as if the whole world both could and should know her ~ Some lady, maybe the same one, thought it was just kids playing games yet thought it wise to call the police themselves ~

I’d kept dialing to varying responses, some caring, others baffled, even a few downright rude gruff male responses, one of which stated that this was a police phone and asked me what I thought I was doing, as well as asking me what my name was ~ His questions were not helping me find mom so, of course, I just hung up on him and kept dialing ~ Then “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” behind me signaled I was busted ~ It was the fuzz ~ (Heh-Heh) ~ Thanks to Broken Hill being a smallish country mining town it was soon decided I was Clem Wilsmore’s boy and they knew where his wife worked ~ I was taken to the appliance store she cleaned part time, given stern tho half hearted warnings about the fate 3 y\o boys got from the law for messing with police property, then left to mom’s care ~ She was a bit embarrassed about the fuss and may have even lost her job later that week so I got told off a lot that day ~ However, prime objective located, asset reacquired, little warrior stands down ~

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Life was normal, loud, predicable and safe with mom and dad around, pretty funny or else very (Very) verbally combative inside my vaguely conservative totally non-conservative (sic) step family unit, with a step dad who’d done his WW2 bit in Palestine Syria Tobruk El Alamein and Jerusalem, then re-enlisted to see service on the Kokoda Track and served as a JP for a while after he got home, meaning in that small town world he was the establishment, or part of it, even while his wife worked in the oldest illegal profession in history ~

Most of the things happening outside of that safe place called ‘HOME’ were often immoral, fascist, Orwellian, kinky, lewd and downright wrong evil and illegal on so many levels every time US Govt employees were involved which was more often than Butch and the Bishop let on even to this day, while inside the family it was the only place I’d not had to be ready to fight, and even there my time in the cot was like army boot camp unless mom or dad was there ~

To display what was at times a beautifully boring wonderfully normal family upbringing as well as a life of abject sexual abuse, degradation, + literal terror and brainwashing, I’ll need to swap between worlds almost like CS Lewis did in his fictional political parody ‘ALICE IN WONDERLAND’, relating things that rarely meet in any sane plane of normalcy and never in any lawful society ~

The explanations and human angles to this clusterfuck my life became from the age of two belong at the end of this book ~ For starters, I’ll just start (sic) this as the lead up to the first time I’d run into US Govt employed perverts working for CIA who ran a literal child brothel plus pedophile snuff movie ring for the sake of pure political blackmail, as well as the chance to get hold of (Literally) fresh child flesh for the sicker side of world Illuminati Zionist Molech worship ~

There was serial psycho-sexual abuse from the age of two, full anal rape from the age of 4, and I was prostituted from the age of 5 and experienced 23 murders in front of me by the time I was 13 ~ Twenty of those murdered were children and 14 of those were literally tortured to death (In front of me) with 9 of those kids tortured to death being mere babies ~ This is no lie, it’s merely fact ~

The cast of villains or heroes, depending on the day most days, are as follows in no particular order of importance ~ There was Mom, Dad, my birth mom, my biological (Egg) mom Maria, Felix, Butch, the Bishop, Otto, the Rabbi, the General, Osama “Bin (Son of) Vanstone” and, of course, last as well as least, there’s Captain Adelaide (Me) who’s the one so accurately writing this, as well as a stunningly knowledgeable religious historian and old SS man I’ve chosen to call “Santa’s Little Helper” because he was so fcuking helpful, and Dr Jo-Jo Mangles, who’s identity and whereabouts remains a mystery to this very day ~
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1/ “Mom” IE: Eleonore Sieglinde Hass ~ (Hess) ~ My Step Mom ~
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2/ “Dad” IE: Robert Clement Wilsmore ~ My often patient step dad ~
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3/ “My birth mom?” ~ Unfortunately I still don’t know her name yet ~

+ “Marge” ~ (Maria) ~ Early IVF biological Mom ~ Adolf Hitler’s biological niece is the nicest way to describe her patrimony ~ Except for the day of my birth, she didn’t really turn up in my life until my adolescence, and then stayed very much in the shadows ~ She was small, sprightly, and getting pretty old ~

Never got to know either one of those 2 women, for better or worse ~
Yet Zionists still try to claim they’ve done me so many damn favors ~
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4/ “Felix” as he was known in CIA ~ Literally Prescott Bush’s possibly German born son by another mother other than the acknowledged ex president’s mother, either called with some degree of ribbing “FELIX THE CAT” on account of his sexual preferences by those in CIA with a sense of humor, or else called simply ‘George Herbert Walker Bush’ which was the name he was elected to the Texas state legislature under, the name later taken over by his half brother ~

He loved his retarded niece (?) Robin and was greatly distressed at her death which he was convinced was some form of so called mercy killing (Murder) which he never forgave ~ Great desire to play baseball yet according to him, no physical courage, claiming that was his half brother doing the macho war pilot Pacific thing ~ Felix was also known to some in CIA as ‘Batman’ (Really) for his insistence that things like ’ET’ really existed as in the movie ’MIB’ stating some of them looked like big bats (Truly) as well as the obvious ’Batman and Robin’ bit, while also stuck with the satirical nickname of ‘DEBBIE’ mostly coming later with him getting up to all sorts of deeply gay sexual entrapment stuff covering his half brother the present ex president known as GHW Bush for the sake of his alibis over JFK’s death, as well as also derailing more than a few bisexual Texans who were convinced CIA had JFK whacked ~

In some ways it was like it was in the X-Rated movie “Debbie does Dallas” yet it was mostly the (JFK) Kennedy aftermath that got the Debbie tag, with him being filmed in flagrant male-on-male delicto and that film being used to create flak for his half brother who was trying to maintain his own personal non gay profile, Butch thus being slow-roasted amongst his few real friends ~ Felix and the one most of you think of as GHW Bush were a great double act when their Illuminati fascist bosses got the better of them, which was nearly always ~

Sound convoluted? ~ Then you can imagine what it was like for me at the age of 5 and 6 when both became a mildly confusing style of black-op “Whackamole” with each one involved in my prostitution, while each usually pretended to be the other one in what both often presumed would always keep me confused ~

Rather than politics or the spy trade, they should’ve been doing a Hollywood soft porn movie on the safety and security of the American people, as in some sort of comedy about patriotism like Bob Hope and Bing Crosby with Dorothy (The Bishop) Lamour in “The Road to 911“ or maybe a Police Academy style movie based on the CIA university down in Langley Virginia as it was fighting for American anal virginity against the Nazis, or else something serious and poignant about uppity Niggers and ungrateful American Indian insurgents who got ideas above their station in life by stealing all of the gold once held at Fort Knox, or even a campy Laurel and Hardy type comedy about Zionist Jews and Communists taking over the free world, or just a doped up Cheech and Chong thing about all sorts of immoral Hispanic Muslim people who hated the US cause of inherent freedoms some 18th century Masonic fool among the secretly Zionist founding fathers left within the American constitution until 2001 ~

At the very least they should have been doing an old soft shoe song and dance on Broadway about always acting as patriots ~ Matter of fact, maybe they could have had a hit and called their show ’The Bush boys and their big Patriot Act’ if that doesn’t sound too crude and coarse ~ It doesn’t does it? ~ After all, congress got away with it, so why not the president and his half brother doing it too? ~
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4/ “Butch” who was literally Felix’s half brother ~ He now resides at the Bush family compound in Kenneport Connecticut or wherever it is and was one of the most confusing men I’ve met, tho with an amazing encyclopedic knowledge of every dishonest political interaction post WW2 Zionist fascism used to keep the world on a string like a Coca Cola Yo-Yo ~ I’d been ordered by “Otto” to just pretend I’d thought Butch really was Felix ~ It got very stressful ~ Back in the 60‘s Butch was often acting the hard man\he-man to overcompensate for the titters he got from real CIA hard men, mostly cause of him impersonating his 100% gay 1\2 brother Felix (Don’t know Butch’s [OR] Felix’s real birth name) with the type of believability which could’ve earned him an Oscar in another life, yet only seemed to make fellow CIA dudes crack up a lot on most days ~

Evidently Felix was born in Germany and brought to America young to grow up in Prescott’s dubious care, while Butch was born in America and spent around 12 years growing up in Germany with the detritus of his father Prescott’s Third Reich partners in crime, or at least that’s the story they both sold me, however, with both those two having the same regard for truth that a spider does for the fly it catches within it’s silky web, don’t be too surprised if the reality behind the truth was the exact opposite, with Felix born in America as a citizen and the man most think of as ‘GHW’ being born in Germany, which, under American law, means that his entire 88 to 92 presidency was legally null and void ~

(Shades of President Obobo and a photoshoped Hawaiian birth extract) ~

They looked enough like non identical twins to get away with impersonating each other which was often the case when one was doing the dirty kills act
on various Americans and others (Extreme prejudice) for CIA while the other made a damn good alibi for all their Masonic brethren to go along with, who would all, with reasonable tho not excessive conscience (Snicker) dutifully swear on a stack of bibles that “Their Man” (Men) never left the building (sic) tho to be fair, Felix always claimed it was Butch that did most of the hits ~

Everyone in CIA plus the greater congressional political scene knew of the harsh injustices dealt out by fascist American Zionism to the world via the 2 Bush boys ~ Butch, or Bush #2 was also known as ‘Cowboy’ during his time in Vietnam or as the effective Sth East Asia Bureau chief behind the scenes, then later among some people, known as “Molly” (Tee-Hee) which was a nickname I’d personally given him around 1972, calling him ‘Molly’ and the Bishop ‘Scolder’ because of their basic black-op natures and psychologies ~

That was round the time in 1972 when ‘Butch’ took over Felix’s life full time in America on the political trail in pursuit of the presidency, when he’d gone the extra mile to not just act gay, but to live the lifestyle 24\7 so that the common knowledge of the reality of Felix’s sexuality couldn’t derail a presidential quest with questions over exactly who the new ‘GHW’ was, or more importantly for America, where he was born ~ Felix was the Bush elected to the Texas state legislature and that couldn’t be questioned ~ After the amount of ass rape I’d already undergone in CIA’s ‘FAMILY CULT’ child brothel by that time I’d had to bite my tongue hard not to laugh when he’d sought a little understanding as well as emotional support and consolation at having to play gay for real (sic) to make it in American politics to the highest office of the land in character ~
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5/ Then there’s ‘The Bishop’ as some people called him, who according to him was the illegitimate son of big banker-fixer and dirty deals man John J McCloy, himself an illegitimate Rockefeller descendant ~ I’d heard the Bishop was given his quaint nickname after he’d killed a bishop in the dirty black ops thing over the murder of 11 y\o Catholic schoolgirl Monika Cross in 1964 after pedophilia he’d been involved in with her got a real Catholic bishop offside with them ~

The CIA Bishop was a real lady killer patriot and handsome he-man in his own eyes and was also claimed to have been an army ranger once though that might take some real research to prove after Senator Bobby Kennedy was shot, yet not fatally, by an ex army ranger pistol sharpshooter in an LA Hotel kitchen and literally survived only to then ‘Bite the bullet’ (sic) in extreme prejudice in an act of serious black op bastardry in the ambulance on the way to the hospital ~

Thankfully, the Bishop remained unharmed when one of those 4 jets the evil terrorists hijacked on 911 was deliberately crashed into his DOD audit office in the Pentagon ~ It hit so hard and so fast the plane itself disintegrated so badly it couldn’t be seen ~ According to some eyewitnesses who had photos to prove it, a wing had fallen off the jet in a carpark 100‘s of yards away from the impact site yet the plane was traveling so fast it just flew on ~ It’s simply a miracle of the Lord Fraud Almighty of the church the Bishop was consecrated into that he himself wasn’t fatally injured when the bullshit splattered everywhere after ~
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6/ Next one was known as ‘Otto’ to me early in 1962, although “Il Duce” was one of his earlier nicknames in Italy, + “Donkey Dcik” too if you were on equal terms and didn’t mind taking your own life in your own hands ~ Any joke with ‘BALLS’ in it meant a sure and perhaps immanent certain death where parts of your body ceased being connected to it’s other parts ~ His grandfather was an old Neapolitan Jew known as ‘AVITABILE’ (Evita’s grandfather) who was governor of the Peshawar area for the Sikh Maharajah in 1840-1 during what became Britain’s first great game of rape of that entire area, while Otto himself became an avid collector of Ethiopian gold relics ~ Lots and lots of them ~
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7/ Then comes “The Rabbi” as he was sometimes known to fellow WW2 Nazi SS as they prepared to borrow Europe’s gold by force, steal South America’s gold by diplomacy, and make Africa an offer they couldn’t refuse, all while the English financed Axis ally Japan was busy looting all of China’s gold ~ Rabbi was supposedly caught by the Israelis in Argentina or Brazil somewhere and then hung in Israel back in 1962 ~ That was only a Rabbi-double though ~

Rabbi was gifted in his knowledge of occult and genealogy ~ Called ‘Eichie’ by those who knew him well enough ~ Born a biological Jew in a Templar colony in pre WW1 Palestine, he become a fluent Jewish speaker and also wanted me to learn it too for whatever reason ~ Otto strongly went against that idea so I’d left Rabbi disappointed about it as Otto had more day to day input on who died a rotten useless death next in front of me, or by that time Otto’s double that the Bishop was running had it ~ (Black-op remember) ~ The Rabbi was a Mason like all the other males above and below except me ~ Myself, I’d declined the offer in 1974 of joining the brotherhood on (The) Otto’s advice too as well ~

(As for those who may wish to condemn my balanced recall of the identities and natures and unfortunately criminal acts of these fascist secretly Zionist Masonic Jews who’ve brought so much grief to the world pursuing Zion’s secret agenda, I’m planning on doing stand-up comedy at my wake ~ Anyone got any really good jokes about how stupid I am I’ve never heard yet? ~ If so, plz submit them in advance to ‘Gofcukyournotherfool@Gmail.com’ and if they’re any good, I’ll be sure to include them in the warm up act ~ That’ll help disprove the rumor I’m a humorless bastard with no fcuking idea if my ass points north or south) ~

So anyway, the Rabbi had a great intellect, good sense of humor for a German Jew fascist and was true occultist, a WW2 Nazi SS General, a good teacher as well as a somewhat failed human, however a far greater human than 99% of his detractors would acknowledge ~ Kicked around in various roles, even had one (3) of his offspring born into the British royal family via Princess Diana which you can easily prove by referring to the two photos of a young Eichmann on page 112 of Simon Weisenthal’s book “The Murderers Among Us” and then comparing those with 2 photos of Prince William at age 28 ~ If you’re still not convinced, compare photos of Prince Charles with William and two photos of Prince Charles and Mountbatten at 28, then compare those photos with photos of Prince Phillip at age 28 and then try to work out who’s related to who, cause Mountbatten was Charles’s biological father (Incestuous fcuking hillbillies) and Eichmann was William’s biological father ~ As for the reference to a ‘3‘ you’d better learn what a split blastocyst twin or triplet is and how it’s done, with each separate twin or triplet capable of being implanted in separate wombs ~

Why don’t these fascist Zionists just let me walk away? ~ It’s a mystery ~
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8/ Then there was “The General” (Cunt) known as Peter Day, a real nasty piece of work and Adolph Eichmann’s lover for a time in the 60‘s to 70‘s before he went to the BBC which he’d since completely wrecked ~ A Knight of Malta and hardcore rapist pedophile plus ritual murderer of children, he was often called upon to butcher and cook the human meat (Really) including kids and even the babies gleaned from CIA’s (Many) ritual Zionist murders over the years, being ever in demand for the late night shenanigans at the Timbertop school ~

(Sen Ron Paul’s illegitimate biological cousin or half brother ~ Who cares)
(Enough of a lookalike for each to cover the other one’s tracks = False alibi)
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9/ Oh-yeah ~ There’s me too ~ “Robby” most days ~ There was a time back as this all started when some fools were in the habit of calling me ‘ROBIN’ as if I’d been Felix’s sidekick in a warped type of daring duo crime fighters in the spy verses spy world ~ You could have called me “Electro-man” after Felix had used electricity to mildly torture me back in 1962 or 3 for whatever idea he was told to pursue, which I’m pretty sure was simply to stop talking back to those whom the Masonic Zionist Jews in CIA were prostituting me to ~

Normally my nickname now is “Mr Daniel” now tho I’ve also been known as “Captain Adelaide” (Snicker) in the past once, as well as Robert Kym Wilsmore (On the {Fake} birth certificate) and have also often been known to answer to ‘Hey you’ and ‘Hey shithead’ as well as ‘SIR’ if they’re half serious ~

(Always puts me right off if anyone fcuking calls me Sir for some reason) ~
(What an odd group of assorted asinine mildly illuminated troublemakers) ~
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10/ “Osama Bin-(Son of)-Vanstone” ~ That was the man on US tele from 97 to 04 whom they laughingly called “Osama Bin-Laden“ even tho the Saudi born original got extreme prejudice in the mid 80’s ~ ‘Peter William Vanstone’ as his birth certificate called him, was one of my childhood friends for 15 years and in 1984 was forced to fake his own death via an early morning heart attack after being caught in a pedophile snuff movie sting CIA created just for him, then fell into the big hole which international Zionism creates between the types of crap they sell the public, compared with anything true which they keep hidden ~
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11/ “Santa’s little helper” ~ One of the many nameless elves inducted into the SS during the early German Reich years after Baron Münchhausen annexed the North Pole for the fatherland and put Santa in a display case at the Eagle’s Lair to keep Hitler in good spirits ~ Rumored to have placed a Tunguska nuke in a Portuguese smuggling vessel into London two weeks before his distant cousin DF Rudolph Hess crash landed a plane in Scotland for no particular reason ~

(I’m thinking of writing a comedy called ‘Really O’Reilly?’ ~ Yeah ~ Really) ~
(The number of people who wouldn’t have a fcuking clue is almost amazing) ~
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12/ “Doctor Jo-Jo Mangles” ~ Distantly related to ‘Alby Mangles’ the natural history explorer and also related to ex Third Reich medical scientist and stool surgeon Doctor Joseph Mengele, ‘Doctor Jo-Jo’ escaped from the local stray dogs pound in the capital city of Venezuela after WW2 and managed to enter Switzerland pretending to be the pet dachshund of an aristocratic German ~

MANGLE’S TWO FOR ONE DEAL ~

(If it looks like a Ming Vase, and if it smells like a Ming Vase, then it must be a genuine Ming vase, unless of course it’s a cheap Taiwanese knock-off of a Rembrandt or Leonardo Da Vinci copy that was commissioned by Chinese Emperor Ming) ~

For the record, to my sure and certain knowledge Dr Jo-Jo Mangle’s performed the first successful human cloning ‘BY’ 1974 ~ I’m not saying 74 was the first time he’d been successful in cloning a human, merely that by 1974 he’d been successful ~ Either Butch or Otto informed me all of my old resistance would eventually be pointless once the clone grew old enough to impersonate me for them and the world Zionism thing ~ I’d already seen Zion’s use of naturally occurring doubles like with Felix and Butch as well as the original John Kerry the marine and this fake cnut pretending to be him now (Same one as did the 9th and last baby-torture murder in front of me) to understand the basic culture of total deception that ruled in this world of omnipotent omnipresent omniscient angry invisible Jewish cosmic magicians, yet there was more to the situation ~

Around about 1977 the Bishop told me I’d been cloned a second time, saying there’d now be no chance in hell of me escaping the theft of my entire effort at freeing my life (Reputation) forever, cause sooner or later a “Catch 22“ gotcha moment would come from the hallowed halls of Zion just like it has for all of the other CIA and fascist dudes, and there was nothing I could do about it ~

If and when it comes, Zion, I’ve just spent 50 yrs wrecking it for you ~
Felix told me ‘ALL’ of their plans for my pointless life back in 1963 ~

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To end this section with a joke may have meant all previous bits are no fcuking joke, which they’re not, however even if they are said with such poorly masked cynicism that some people seem to think the temporarily dead ex Monty Python star and part time archangel Graham Chapman had to seek permission from an invisible omnipotent omniscient angry Jewish cosmic magician to beat the devil to within an inch of his life with a rod of iron (sic) as well as stick a stiff rubber hose up his nose til he’d explained what the hell I’d really meant, the reality is they’re difficult subjects ~ I’ve thus tried to approach them using ‘SOME’ of my poorer attempts at humor, however the out and out jokes are in Chapter 11 ~

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IT’S CHAPTER 401-k ~
WHO’S YOUR DADDY? ~

The number of men which Masonic Zionist Jews in CIA tried to claimed were my biological father (Via Dr Mangle’s early IVF skills) was mildly humorous and often kind of annoying in the extreme, if nothing else ~ The woman who was the egg donor was claimed to be Hitler’s illegitimate biological niece or his illegitimate biological daughter, depending on which story you hear ~ So in no particular order they’re listed as follows ~ (Were they trying to confuse me?) ~

First up there was General Adolph Eichmann, who was, no matter what the final story proves to be, the best uncle I ever had although his stories about what had happened to my birth mother the day of my birth were grizzly in the extreme with the usual Zionist-Jew evil afoot ~ Then there was Otto Skorceny, a man who’d castrated Mussolini on Hitler’s orders after that so called escape of his from the château in the Italian Alps after he temporarily rebelled from the master plan the fuhrer orchestrated on Zion’s behalf ~ Then there was General Paul Hausser along with the ballet dancer Sir Robert Helpman, his (Illegitimate) half brother dancer Fred Astaire (Really) followed by a few nameless nobodies like Adolf Hitler and deceased Monty Python star and crowd control expert (sic) Graham Chapman plus some other German Jew Nazis I’m completely unable to remember right now, then finally blaming Captain Erich Topp, a WW2 U-Boat commander who survived until 1993 ~ Now here’s the problem ~ Skorceny and Topp are the most likely culprits when it comes to the fighty-fighty part of my nature, while uncle Eichmann was a likely culprit when it comes to brains, and, lets face it, some days I’m almost possessed by Graham Chapman’s ghost, tho Skorceny Eichmann Hitler Helpman and believe it or not old Fred Astaire had all claimed at one time or another in ‘IN PERSON’ that I’d been a product of ‘THEIR’ particular ball sac via Dr Mangles ~ Zion ~ What a total headfcuk ~

Yes dear ~ Hitler was supposed to be dead in 45 and Eichmann in 62 however both used doubles as did Mussolini and Hess, to escape all accountability and not lead to International Zionism having to answer for their crimes in WW2 and ever since if you have ‘ANY’ idea what’s gone down since the 60‘s ~ Not only did Eichmann Helpman Skorceny Astaire and Hitler claim in person I’d been their biological offspring, both Eichmann and Hitler had supposedly been dead when they did ~ Again, the reality is their deaths were pulled off with doubles and the anti Semitic thing was a big fat Zionist Jew lie meant to keep the world guessing over why the secretly Zionist ancient Masonic wisdom had killed damn near 100 million people in WW2 and it’s aftermath using these secretly Jewish descent Masonic men when they still try to claim they own everything and they run everything and they also know everything and they’ve got the master plan, yet didn’t do nothing worthy of blame in the bigger world politic picture ~

Currently, the blame for me still seems to reside with either Erich Topp or Otto Skorceny or Adolph Eichmann or Adolf Hitler, all four of whom may indeed be very-very dead by now, even taking into account the extremely long lifespans that can be gleaned from living in deep sea bases away from the reach of high energy particles from old supernova which bombard our planet 24\7 and led to cutting the biblical lifespans from 1000 years back to 100 years, along with the proven propensity of Masonic Zionists to fake their fcuking deaths ~

It really does boil down to those four, however here’s the rub ~ Although not the sharpest tool in the toolbox, my step dad ‘CLEM’ was my dad, while the best any and all of the others can claim is to have either been a friend or a fake friend and that’s the current state of play ~ Which one was responsible for my DNA and the bad (Righteously truthful) attitude I was born with and Robert Clement Wilsmore (Step dad) and Eleonore Sieglinde Hass (Step mom) raised until they moved on? ~ Well, who really gives a flying fcuk most days? ~

Anyone who lies to me post rigor-mortis chooses very-very poorly ~
Anyone who lied to me in this life has already chosen very poorly ~
Anyone who kept loyal and stayed true gets out of the fire if I do ~

JEWISH LOVE IN ACTION ~

The first time my step mom gave me contaminated milk at the age of two years old after the CIA had deliberately chemically laced the skim milk powder to get to me in hospital, I’d thought it was just a horrible mistake ~ I got sooo sick it was pitiful ~ The 2nd time, I’d thought she didn’t care and\or was clumsy and these were the specific responses that ran through my highly intelligent little heart, tho the third time, I’d started to (Genuinely) think she really hated me ~

I’d ended up in the Broken Hill hospital in the children’s ward with what they claimed was hepatitis three times, eventually supposedly leading to me getting cirrhosis of the liver, which was all crap ~ It was merely chemically induced inflammation of the liver designed to create a long hospital stay so those CIA scum could better weave their brainwashing MK Ultra crap at night to prepare me for what’s been a lifetime of fall guy scapegoat-style abuse as one thing or another in their never ending world Zionist deception ~ Unfortunately for me, with a German night nurse\sister called ‘Lois Menzel’ in charge of the ward I’d landed in I’d got zero protection, even in a hospital ~ In addition to being the midwife for the birth of my mom’s real birth child, and my godmother, she was also the one who pulled the swap on my mom and switched me for the child mom really gave birth to ~ How fcuking evil does Zionist fascism get? ~

Several times until my step-mom’s disappearance from the stage in a very faked auto accident in the 1970‘s, she’d occasionally look at me with her whimsical tenderness and say something obtuse like “I wonder what happened to the little boy I gave birth to” and while that could easily be taken two ways, as in me no longer being the little naive sweetheart she’d raised from 1957 onwards, she was always careful to let me know it ‘COULD’ be taken two ways ~ She also knew I’d been told by others that I was definitely ‘NOT’ her birth son ~

My Gran (Step-dad’s mom) said to my step dad in my hearing “He’s not your’s you know” as she gave him a withering look ~ I’d only been about 3 years old at that time and Gran’s fresh custard tarts were waaay more important to me than whatever they were talking about, however Gran’s vehemence bothered me a little, tho not as much as her insisting I ate the whole of an apple (Not the core) rather than only the middle bit which was what I’d normally be wont to do ~

When Gran got snotty about who’s son I was dad would just hang his head like a beaten puppy to this formidable 5 foot nothing woman and say something like “I know ~ Let it pass for now” cause he was busy doing something bigger than perhaps Granny gave him the proper credit for ~ Gran said to him about me, as well as to me, “I’ll love him (You) yet not like he’s (You’re) your’s” (Mine) ~

Good ~ I wasn’t his ~ (Hers) ~ He was merely minding me ~
(Again, what happened to mom’s real natural born birth kid?) ~
Think of ritual Molech worship + some evil Zionist fascist pigs ~

SUBMIT, OR DIE? ~

One day when I’d dared imply both Butch and the character nicknamed Otto were ‘Twisted and\or evil’ (Stupid) good-old Butch (Snicker) assured me by the time I’d grown to be their age I’d be just like them, presumably just as resigned to cooperate with the inevitable stupidity of one + one = whatever you’re told it was as ‘THEY’ were forced to be by ‘THEIR’ masters ~ Often feeling free to speak my mind cause the freedom of my spirit (Intellect) was thought to be their future asset of sorts, as well as probably, exposing me to deeper psychological probing of my inner heart mind and soul (Most likely all 4) I’d said to Butch in no uncertain terms that if that were so, then I “Hoped I’d die before I got old” ~

There were times like that I’d just say exactly what I’d felt about things ~
Those who now wish me to obey without question are in a twilight zone ~

It’s not really an insult to those two men to say what I’d said as such, yet it’s clearly hardly a compliment either ~ It’s merely meant to be taken in the context of understanding the big cyclical process of a largely cracked self sustaining self replicating system of feudal subjugation and Orwellian fascist oppression going back 1000+ years that’s doomed to destroy the decade ahead as it seeks to hide the true realities of it’s five decades previous which it can’t honestly justify, in the process creating a cycle of emotionally wounded and intellectually stunted subservient submissive clones working for international Zionism who had all grown up in the same mistake they were propagating ~ Both Butch and Otto had assured me this was the way things were and the way they always would be too, insisting I’d never be able to resist it and must therefore one day submit to it ~

When I’d simply stated “That can never be allowed to occur” or words to that effect, each had smiled at what they thought was my naivety while completely missing the true reason and meaning for that ~ Although each had agreed to help me seek my own freedoms where I’d be able to (They often failed) in my humble opinion they were never too cluey as to why this was so important to me in the bigger picture ~ I’d say the Rabbi came closest to grasping the reality of what he’d helped to create or form, yet he soon got a little distracted in the bigger process of me hiding and back-masking everything I was up to ~

Again, in context, while trying to float the idea of me being a ‘Good kid’ to try to get out of some of the long term Satanic idiocy Felix had told me Zion had planned for me in the decades ahead, the reality was I’d already been very badly stung (Pissed off) with what had happened to my step mom in 61, and as these were all hard core killers, I was most likely trying to sneak right up next to their pocket battleships (Snicker) in the ethereal occultist sense (Spiritually) like a lone wolf raider and put a ‘Fish’ with a delayed fuse into their magazine ~

Sure ~ That’s a kooky thing to say ~ I’m 100% in agreement with you ~

I was only eye level with their groins remember, so it looks like I’d been trying to apply all of the arts of deception in a kind of get even in battle sense, while trying to be the sly fox and appear as little Mr “I’m a good-guy” like they were doing with me, and probably trying to be the sweet kid my step mom wanted me to be at the same time too ~ There sure was some conflicting currents ~

Although I’d once started crying that “Mom says I’m good” when the Rabbi told me I was ‘BAD’ in the sense of the inbuilt capability for dark arts I was meant to have been born with, which was probably true as long as it’s not used to imply I’m ever picking on the meek, again I’d been trying to keep mom safe, stay alive, and not get tortured anymore, on top of get even with the fcukers, so if there was anything to the bad bit, which there was, then advertising it to the international Zionist network would’ve only brought even more grief as they would then move heaven and hell (sic) to try to always suppress or control it ~

Along the lines of trying to warn them off without proving I was destined to be a problem if they insisted on always trying to control me the way they did to each other, I’d tried to assure them that on my own I’d already been ‘Born bad’ and while being capable of what the Rabbi had later said, or already said by that time, I’d also had an obligation to myself and to humanity not to allow what can only be called ‘STUPID’ to ever rule any baseline badness resident within my spirit at birth ~ To me, handing over control of my dangerous heart to men I’d often secretly think of as stupid would entail being led to have a greater chance of waking up dead one day and having lived a completely useless fcuking life with only the decent people ever paying the price for what evil people did ~

Back then, the idea of “Getting even” before I’d died was winning to me, yet how many of these thoughts were post-hypnotic, or natural-born bad from the product of a devious spirit or essence I’d bought into this life? ~ I’ve been seeking to just walk away from them for eight full years now without getting anywhere because of the apparent ‘Control mania’ of an international Zionism that won’t respond to my two offers (Justice or euthanasia) to simply walk away without any further backchat in either direction ~ Surely there’s no way they’ve ever been subtly affected by anything occultist outside of ‘THEIR’ control to ever lead them into this control mania on me in the first place was there? ~

Laugh all you wish, yet these were heavy subjects for a 6 y\o to discuss with seasoned CIA killers, old hand Italian fascists, + the odd Palestinian x German Rabbi (Snicker) yet maybe they knew and were helping me to hide me being bad, or didn’t know it was really true and thought they’d successfully conned me or perhaps their own realities (Egos) meant in the big picture both Butch and Otto didn’t wish to acknowledge how damn good the Rabbi was at being bad, nor in that vein acknowledge he and others around him may have managed to conjure up something seven times badder than they’d ever hoped for ~

Bear in mind both Butch and Otto as well as the Rabbi stated a wish to control the end result, without any knowledge that they’d effectively forfeited that right in the very act of conjuring up something greater (Larger wiser stronger elder and extremely more fierce which is to quote the correct translation of a word the Christ used and was translated as greater yet which can mean badder) than they were themselves, with the Rabbi at the same time imploring me never to allow myself to be controlled by anyone ~ When he then added “Except me” as in he wanted no one else apart from him to control what I was, am, and will be, I’m thinking he was making with the funnies, or the omnipotent omnipresent angry omniscient invisible Jew god (YHWH) YaaHee WaaHee’s other secret names were really “Catch 22“ as well as “Lucifer Baal Wendy and Wanda ” which in balance isn’t quite as bizarre as it sounds ~ Ah fascist German humor = Like the sound of sandpaper briskly rubbed on a newborn baby’s bum, the ‘Catch 22‘ of an entire solar system seems to be in orbit around the fascist Zionism within it ~

Sound like double Dutch or ancient Masonic gobbledygook?
Yeah well ~ All the adults around me often were back then ~
(Except for my step mom and later my step dad too as well) ~
Persevere with me here while I’m expanding the point a little ~

You’d wish it was all gobbledygook and I’m merely a dreamer and an idiot like many have said, yet that’s not the case ~ Most will never know how well the Rabbi had achieved his goal when he and others had sought their own freedoms as they performed all those Satanic rituals over my birth mom’s belly as I’d been forming in the womb, nor have many understood just how ‘STUPID’ the Satanic rituals were on the day of my birth that took my birth mom’s life, nor perhaps how well the Rabbi and others had succeeded in invoking the darkest baddest most freedom loving spirits possible in this modern mostly materialistic world we’re all in ~ The point here is simple ~ Bad plus stupid = ‘EVIL’ and evil is something I’m refusing to be for the goal of gaining my own eventual salvation (Invited into the rest of the galaxy post supernova) in the hope of then being useful and practical to any of those judged to have truly loved me ~

Therefore I’m unable to submit to stupid ~ Beware there ~ I’m not about to disappear up my own anal fundamental in a half baked love affair with my own intelligence badness ‘OR’ ability, I’m merely bearing in mind that the Christ himself considered himself a ‘BAD’ and a ‘HARD’ man, and I’m bloody well determined to avoid either being so stupid being bad that I’m lost in the fire and thus fail to rescue any of those who may have truly selflessly loved me or given their lives for me (There were a few) as well as determined to hopefully not end up so freaking evil and hypocritical I’m tossed out of the universe as a nuisance and a hypocrite who’d led others astray, even if I’d succeeded in temporarily rescuing myself and then my own simply for the sake of my own irrational (Stupid) ego and-or seeking any kind of power lust over others ~

Work all that out if you’re smart enough ~ If not, you’re either unlearned, or you’re one of those ‘STUPID’ people who must never be allowed to influence me for the sake of whatever the fcuk it was that got you so butt-hurt you felt a need for some sort of power over me as an answer to your own bruised egos ~

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CHAPTER TWO ~ US KIDS ARE FROM VENUS ~
ALL ADULTS ARE FROM MARS OR URANUS ~

Think of an imaginary line of disembodied spirits which look more like worms than anything else once the blinkers are off, rather than the reincarnated visage of your great auntie Mathilda or your great uncle Mathias, all well described in some as yet unwritten ancient myth (sic) describing them all heading off into the physical world to find the womb with the right DNA and right maturity nature nurture and life circumstances of the host human to give them expression for the goals said spirits may be seeking ~ No matter what type of live’s they may have previously lived in the human form, meaning these spirits (Essences) may have once lived at a time of very great turmoil or lived during a time of great peace, perhaps as Genghis Khan or even as St Francis of Assisi, they’re writing a new book which has an ending often either forged thru the adversity caused by their own idiocy, or the idiocy of others ~ They may have once possessed the soul of a great lover (Sex addict) called Casanova, or even one known as “St Tightarse (Titus) the Sublime” in their previous life ~ However, as they come out of the womb they chose to incarnate into, they’re all called “Little Mister Innocence” if they’re boys, or, “Miss Pure Sweetness and Joy” if they’re girls ~

If they’re trannies or gender-neutral or gay or merely highly confused politically active metrosexual perverts, then they get to be known as “Mr President Sir” or perhaps “Madam Prime Minister” or even get called “Your royal highness” if they’re of either or indeterminate sex and on the way have to pass through that part of paradise which dead Python Graham Chapman currently haunts ~

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Meanwhile, back to reality, just for those reading this who have such extremely high IQ levels they have trouble working out which bits are 100% true and bits that range between 0.02% and 99.98% funny, the funny bits are the bits that are funny and the true bits are the ones that are true, while the bits that are both funny and not true usually go into politics or end up working for the BBC ~

Kids are 100% innocent at birth, yet according to the Christ the look within a babe’s eyes or the simple thoughts in their minds or inexpressible (For them) feelings in their hearts can make the Mormon Tabernacle Choir sound like a bunch of angry monkeys on Meth searching for a banana in an orchestra pit ~

They may or may not have the ability within either the basic inner instincts they brought from previous lives or from that which resides in the DNA they inhabit or the circumstance of nurture they’re born into to be able to tip the balance of political circumstance towards what their goals were before birth, if indeed they had any (Some do, some don’t) however there are definitely others capable of turning their lives into whatever direction they choose to, though this won’t necessarily mean their highest ideals are reached or their lowest baddest meanest or most malevolent malicious Machiavellian Satanic purpose is opposed either, if either or both are what they brought into this life ~

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Whether I was the mild mannered non existent “St Ignatius the Idiotic” in one of my previous lives, or was better known as “St Snappo De-Boof Whacko” (sic) in the late 40‘s in American professional wrestling, the day I’d first arrived in this idiotic Zionist run world I’d not yet committed ‘ANY’ crime against ‘ANY’ state which in any way justified the American CIA either intruding on my life as a baby nor intruding at any time ever since ~ The influences that shaped my life after birth other than CIA and Zionist fascism mostly ranged from the mildly good up to extremely bloody excellent as follows, even on a bad day ~

A snapshot from roughly 1969 or thereabouts ~ Better than the movies ~

There was a somewhat heavy “Knock Knock Knock” on the front door of our quaint family home ~ As it was a Saturday and no one was expected or really invited I was a little nosy as to who it was ~ Dad said something real quiet, just beyond earshot to a big copper (Detective) who, truth be told, seemed full of an air of self possessed importance and over confidence plus a ‘CHAD’ (sic) of fear and self loathing too if you were good at human psychology and knew where to look, then clearly said “Come into the kitchen ~ We can talk there” ~

Mom was there ~ Safety-check ~ No fist-fights in front of mom ~ The copper got right into his questions so dad casually said “Wait a bit please ~ I’m just pouring a beer” and then offered the cop one, with the guy rather rudely saying something like “I’m here to ask you questions” and then almost defiantly to no one in the room (It wasn’t meeee) “I don’t see why I’ve gotta do this here, you should be down at the station ~ I’m not here to be friends ~ They told me this is what I’ve gotta do and I’m gonna” or words to that affect as he lost his train of thought and a short silence passed ~ I missed something if dad gave him one of his infamous ‘Oh-Oh’ looks he gave pushy people occasionally ~

Dad shrugged at his rather ignorant refusal of the offer of a friendly beer and slowly poured one for himself and mom ~ At this point mom said something to me like “Robby ~ You go away for a while now and let the adults talk” to which I’d kind of moaned and replied rather indignantly and easily loud enough for the whole house to hear, along with a determined look so she knew she’d get a long winded and pointless argument from me, “NO ~ I want to listen to this” as dad sort of ignored me and the cop just gave me a filthy look as if I were merely a cheeky little know nothing rat-dropping, saying something with another look and a few words to mom like “You shouldn’t let your kid talk to you like that”~

I think dad may have reacted to the copper’s intrusion on family business by saying something like “You’re here to talk to me ~ Not my wife ~ Now get on with it” and glared at him for a minuscule moment, let it all pass, then invited him to speak, taking a submissive posture as he leaned back on the side of the kitchen and waited ~ The cop started asking questions about some missing men which he claimed he ‘KNEW’ my dad knew something about, and so did I as a matter of fact ~ At that moment, dad, noticing my interest in the subject, shot me a look which would have given an iceberg a limp dcik and thus let me know to shut the fcuk up and stay the fcuk out of what don’t concern me and to just watch it all ~ This was actually to do with my step dad taking an old service revolver to my high school after hours and sticking it up the nose of one of the pedophile teachers there (Wrong one ~ Should’ve got the deputy head) as a bit of a subtle warning, while the bit with (4?) missing (Pedo) men went down a shortish while before that time, with most of the bodies never being found ~

The cop said “You think you’re tough? ~ Just cause you got a gun?” as dad gave him a quick look of subtle contempt and asked him if he thought he (Dad) was “An idiot?” ~ (He was trying to get dad to admit he owned a gun) ~ Dad then said “Have you got ‘YOUR’ gun on you” and the cop stopped in mid stride for a bit, then lowered his eyes and quietly said “No” as Clem muttered under his breath almost out of mom’s earshot “Well then don’t talk shit” to which mom shot him a look and dad realized he wasn’t supposed to swear in front of the company, no matter who it was ~ Mom was funny like that ~ Then she said to him quietly “You know what you’re supposed to say ~ Don’t start trouble” and dad just took on the hang-dog look as I’d seen him do with his little 5ft nothing mom, then leaned right back and slouched ~ ‘BUGGER’ ~ I’d thought I was gonna get to see a really good argument among big guys ~ Never mind tho, cause what I’d picked up on instead was far more adult and intellectual ~

From that moment on, every time the cop asked dad any questions at all, dad quietly replied with a gentle “No comment” which only seemed to make the cop get more and more frustrated each time ~ It was almost like the guy would be asking “Blah, blah-blah, blah-blah-blah?” and dad would say “No comment” and the cop would raise his voice a smidgen each time then make the questions about the missing men longer and more complicated ~ Then it was “Blah blah, blah” as a kind of statement, followed by “Blah-blah, blah-blah?” and again, glancing at mom scowling at him while appearing to be smiling with her sweet natured rather false public (Working girl) face, he’d say “No comment” and the cop would go right back into the rest of his pitch, which never varied from the same old “Blah, blah-blah, blah-blah-blah, blah, blah?“ to which Clem gave the simple “No comment” answer and each time the cop would get a little louder ~

Finally, the cop made a veiled threat of sorts, at which point dad straightened up his lanky 63 y\o old war veteran frame, giving mom a brief moment of real fear which surprised me at the time, then his eyes went dark for a flash as he looked right into the big 30‘ish detective’s eyes, taking just a measured half nothing non step towards him and mildly raised his voice for the first time ~

“I heard you ~ You made your point ~ You can go now” at which time the cop kind of looked like a little lost boy, made one last (Pathetic) attempt to appear in control as he saw me smirking at him and smiling at dad at the same time before raising his voice in pure frustration and threatening dad with “Big trouble” if he ever heard anything good or bad at all about him ever again ~ Dad maybe said something quiet to himself and, can’t really be sure if he was being sarcastic or respectful cause he was looking at mom as he said it, said something simple and clear like “Yes officer” and the big detective saw himself out as he probably made a mental note to avoid 4 Robin Terrace Hope Valley forevermore ~

Mom was looking so relieved and pleased and smiling and happy and angry all at the same time (Women) as the cop left that I’d asked her why and, rather unusually for her, she just offhandedly said “Oh shut-up” out of the blue with no context or eye contact as she’d normally do ~ Later that day or the next she apologized for telling me to shut up ~ I’d guess there was a sense that a dark cloud with WW3 in it just passed over our house again and not only was there no war in it, there was no storm either, or at least not that day anyway ~

Dad’s advice on coppers from the funny perspective, and the pitiful ~

Later on in the mid 70‘s I’d had an interesting interaction with a big (Big) cop myself which led me to seek dad’s advice ~ I’m pretty sure it was after the murder of Evelyn Jane with a bullet to the back of the head and I’d not been traveling real well after that ~ Bob Jane, her poor father, always stubbornly maintained the corpse in the coffin that supposedly died in a bad car crash was ‘NOT’ his beloved ‘EVIE’ and he was right ~ However, that’s a bit beside the point for this story, tho the reality was she died right in front of me with Butch standing a foot away to my right ~ I’d taken her death hard (Loved her) and hit the booze bad, really bad, ballooning to a very fat 17 stone with 4 inches of gut overhanging my belt ~ My drinking became that serious I’d eventually kept 18 long necks on the back seat of the car Saturday night and had drunk them all (Warm) by midday on a Sunday, then drove 50 miles into the country to the Sunday Trading hotel to get more ~ The drinking lasted up until a fight went down a year or two after that when some fool hit me a few times and I’d lost the plot completely for a few minutes ~ After I’d gotten back from the lock up and he’d got back from the hospital and I’d seen what I’d done to his face (Yuk) I’d sworn off the booze and didn’t touch a single drop for near four years ~

Anyway, I’d gone for a ride up the pub on my Norton Commando 750 and took the baffles out to see if it’d go any faster ~ (Yes ~ That’s pretty silly and thank you for noticing ~ Bill Gates is on the phone waiting to hire you right now to run Microsoft’s new ‘Logical Productivity’ division) ~ Anyway, I’d accepted a drag race away from the lights at the hotel and got about 1\2 a mile away before the cop turned up, siren blaring ~ I’d turned left onto a temporarily dirt road not remembering that fact, thinking I’d easily outrun him on the Norton and instead spun out on the wet dirt road ~ Thing was, I’d been that drunk that I’d not only spun around a full 1 1\2 times, I’d been so damn drunk I hadn’t even fallen off the bike doing it ~ I was feeling pretty happy about not falling off ~

The cop pulled his old 265 Valiant right up to my front wheel so’s I’d be unable to roar off again ~ So drunk I’d had more trouble getting off the bike than I’d had riding it the previous 1\2 mile, I’d been in a happy-drunk mood and was no bother to anyone sane ~ Unfortunately, the big cop found my attitude to be cock-full instead of careless and hit me in the stomach to get my attention ~

Bad move ~

Before his hand had left my (Fatso) tummy I’d hit ‘HIM’ right back in the gut precisely as hard as he’d hit me, no harder, no softer ~ Watching his reaction I’d seen him start to arc up and go into fight mode which was not what I’d wanted so, within milliseconds, I’d then stepped right forward to yell at him up close face to face loud and aggressive, saying “DON’T YOU HIT MEEEEEEEE” and the poor guy immediately looked like a scared orphan ~ Seeing he’d never been treated that way before, it’s reasonably accurate to say I’d just mothered the guy through the next two minutes until his wits returned and he’d stopped freaking out, then he booked me DUI and took me down the local-yocal station ~

That poor big-mug copper’s look when I hit him back and yelled at him was a classic, tho the next couple of minutes didn’t feel good at all as I’d always liked to see myself as a good bloke, which although indeed was stretching a point was still what I’d tried to become to keep my step dad happier ~ I’d started to feel like I’d been a cnut yelling at him ~ He completely lost the plot for 2 mins ~

When I’d got mom to bail me out late that night I’m pretty sure I’d not told her the copper hit me and I’d hit him back, thus sparing her the worry and just did dad’s repentant sad puppy thing until she’d had her say ~ (Couple hours) ~

Next day, a little put out that the cop had hit me when I’d not been in the least bit aggressive or looking to resist arrest, I’d asked my (Step) dad Clem a simple question ~ “Daaaad ~ How do you treat coppers?” ~ His sweetheart side kicked in (He loved me a bit) and he looked me up and down, noticing I’d gotten pretty fat yet was still very athletic and prone to raise any aggression to it’s next level of stupidity if my feelings were hurt or I’d felt in any way made to feel small, then smiled and said quietly “Treat them like children, boy” ~

As usual with Clem, and mom too, it was the complete Reader’s Digest answer that left you to think it through yourself ~ Knowing how dad treated me myself as a kid (Kindly) I’d then understood ~ The memory of his exchange with the big detective was in the back of my mind as I’d mused on his response, then I’d concluded you stay in control, don’t take shit, and don’t hurt their feelings just like he’d done ~ That attitude worked 99% of the time ever since ~

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CHAPTER THREE ~ LOST LIVES ~
(SUFFER THE LITTLE CHILDREN) ~

The Christ said something about tying a large millstone around the neck of any who caused one of his “Little Ones” (Sweet innocents) who were known to him to stumble ~ He went on to talk about casting them into the sea, obviously that will lead to them drowning ~ He said this to a probably initially illiterate bunch of rough uneducated tough Jewish fishermen types who may have been rightly expected to take those words literally, words which are easily capable of being interpreted to be encouraging them to commit an act of violence and\or murder on any such pedophiles who had hurt any little ones special to them ~

It could also be interpreted as him saying that throwing them into the sea and drowning them would be a far kinder treatment than what would happen if he ran into them on their own out in the desert on the road to Samaria rather than what he’d do unto his ‘Neighbor’ whom he spoke of in another parable ~

There are some who think that sex with children of ‘ANY’ age is abominable and others who think the phrase “If it ain’t got hair, don’t go there” applies to the subject ~ Myself, I’d propose (Truly believe from the heart) that merciful forms of capital punishment should apply to anyone who sexually penetrates a child under the age of ten for the sake of either occult or perversion, rather than merely sending them to another archdiocese or promoting them to be head of the IMF or Chief Justice of the US Supreme Court or Lord of the English Exchequer or even merely mayor of New York or Olde London Towne ~

As for sex with anyone over the age of ten yet under the age the law of the land stipulates, full naming shaming and\or prison time applies ~ However, when it comes to what are considered the norms of merciful forms of execution for the sexual penetration of children ten or under, firing squads for victims near the age of ten seems pretty fair to me ~ For any victims closer to the age of three or four yrs old (It happens) I’m thinking hanging them all butt naked on a 100 ft gallows in the public square of the capital city of the state the offense occurs in by tying a 6 ft piece of 500 lb breaking strain Kevlar\nylon cord tied in a noose around their balls, then hitting the trapdoor underneath them so they drop and hang until their balls drop off and they fall to their deaths sounds just ~

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The first time I’d been anally raped was at age four ~ Within a few months it was happening 1 to 3 times a month on average, with me soon being passed around to others in their CIA run pedophile circle ~ Early on, I’d heard ‘ALL’ these encounters were filmed for the purpose of blackmailing participants into cooperating with the ‘New World Order’ as the post WW2 fascism best called international Zionism was later to become known near the end of Butch’s run as head of the largest British owned corporation in America, the US Government ~

The first time another child was raped next to me and I wasn’t, was in 1963 when 2 little 6 y\o’s (Same age as me) were both (Ass) raped right next to me by a man I’m loath to name outright yet can give you a hint ~ He was obviously high on drugs which the glazed look in his eyes clearly gave away ~ He was really rough on both, on both the girl whom he raped first and then, from the look of them and the way the two were so tightly bonded, her twin brother ~

In the house at that time with those running this little child brothel were Butch, as well as Otto, along with two future high ranking Aussie coppers ~ One was future South Australian Chief Superintendent Paul Schram who’d been busy entertaining (sic) the two in a separate room while wearing a bright royal blue clown suit (Really) along with future AFP Assistant Commissioner Colin Winchester who seemed to just be watching ~ The drugged Yank country and western singer raping the kids must have been really wound up because he was being downright brutal as he went about it, rough and very sexually violent ~

Matter of fact, the little boy was crying all of the way through, yet the girl, fire in her eyes, was quietly comforting him during his abuse, telling him in a quiet voice “Don’t worry, it’ll all be over soon“ ~ It was too ~ 20 minutes from that moment in another room both were given a quick death blow with a large knife by Otto, in front of me with Butch watching, then one was decapitated and the other literally fully eviscerated ~ As an extra touch of terror both were washed, clothed, then thrown next to me by Winchester with the comment “That’s ‘HIS’ fault right?” as he gestured towards me while looking at Butch ~

The country and western singer must have got some time off for good behavior from his “Folsom Prison Blues” then fell into a (Pedophile) “Ring of Fire” and, from what I’d been able to gather, was heavily influenced by MK Ultra drugs at the time with the glazed eyes and vacant look as well as the dude who brought him into the room giving him verbal instructions, while the anger in his eyes and his vicious manner gave him the look of someone who’d really been given the full MK Ultra treatment leading up to it ~ I saw him after he’d seen what had happened to both kids (Their bodies) and he was totally shell shocked ~

A sense of loss from never knowing the little girl still haunts me too ~

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There was a young 11 y\o Catholic girl called Monika, probably Monika Cross tho I’m not 100% certain of her last name ~ Butch arranged for mom to befriend her family at the same time the Bishop was screwing her, telling me to try to get to know her real well and to treat her with affection or even love her, which was not too hard to do because she was gorgeous ~ I’d even managed to steal a kiss from her on her cheek while sitting next to her on the sofa (At age 7) and she played a game of outrage and uproar, telling her mom and her mom yelling at me not to be so rude and presumptuous ~ Then, after a minute, she smiled at me sideways and I’d understood my little boy kiss wasn’t entirely rejected ~

Next time I’d seen her I was in a room with Butch ~ She walked into the room beaming as she usually did and literally lit the room up ~ When she saw me she smiled even more and the room seemed to almost glow and pulse ~ Next there was a bang and she was on the floor, with Butch standing there smirking at me kind of arrogantly with his little .22 silver auto in his hand ~ Stunned, I’d moved over to where she was and looked into her eyes ~ I’d understood enough to know I’d never see them smile again ~ A small tear almost slipped out of my right eye, yet with a lot of willpower I’d forced it to freeze ~ Butch said to me something like “It’s OK, you can cry” and I’d immediately thought he was the biggest fool on the planet ~ Even at age 7 the almost-tear wasn’t over Monika’s wasted life or pointless death, it was cause I never had a gun myself ~

I’d literally gone feral with a 220 IQ that week for 15 years straight ~
Some people laugh at the 220 thing, tho it’s people with half that level ~

Later I’d found out that the Bishop had been filmed by Butch and\or Felix as he was rooting young Monika, all for a payback over some stuff the Bishop helped set up involving Felix and Butch + a little African American dead boy down in Linden Alabama, and after Felix and Butch were blackmailed over that then the Bishop himself was blackmailed over Monika ~ It didn’t stop there, cause along with the prostitution of myself, terror-torture murders of babies began, with at least 9 beautiful strong anonymous black babies dying in front of me ~

Butch forced the Bishop to do the first 5 of them (In front of me) by threatening to show film of him screwing Monika to the Bishop’s mother, along with giving the implication that seeing she’d gone missing the Bishop was to be seen as now somehow likely involved in her death ~ The Bishop cooperated, then although he claimed he was an intellect’s intellect (sic) didn’t seem to have enough Grey matter to understand that the chances of him being filmed doing the torture of babies in front of me with Butch standing there running the show was roughly 666 snake eyes out of 666 roles of the dice ~ The man was definitely 2 brain cells short of a healthy intelligent cadaver, yet he often thought otherwise ~

Four other babies were tortured to death in front of me by two other men who were also forced to cooperate, with Butch standing there running the show, the last one whom a ‘John Kerry’ lookalike did screamed for a full 15 minutes as he slowly peeled the left hand side of it’s face back, and then after very little time in between came the Beaumont murders ~ All three were abducted by a part time CIA employee x English cinematographer “Maslyn Williams” from the Glenelg beach and held in a house for two months, raped tortured prostituted and abused, then finally the die day ~ After Butch reamed the ass of young 8 y\o Anna Beaumont, Otto then tore the vagina of 11 y\o Jane right open because he really did literally have much in common with a healthy male donkey, with her screams to this day being waaay too much for me to even try to process yet ~

Little James was face down on a gurney in a drugged stupor oblivious to what his sisters were going through ~ Jane was clearly hemorrhaging heavily and while Butch pleaded they get medical care (Mr Good Guy), Otto, who was Butch’s superior in the Zionist fascism tho not directly in CIA stated that it was pointless as she’d bleed out in 15 minutes ~ He (Otto) then walked up to Butch and said in a gravelly voice “Give me your gun” and Butch said something like “No Otto, they’re only children” ~ Otto again said to him up close “Give me your gun” in a mildly menacing tone ~ Butch said plaintively “No Otto” and then Otto said something like “You are worried about your little friend ~ Do not worry” and then Butch handed his little .22 silver auto over to Otto who calmly proceeded to shoot each Beaumont child in the back of the head beginning with Anna, then Jane, then finally little James, which seemed to crack Butch right up for some not immediately obvious reason ~ Later the Bishop had gone out of his way to make sure I’d been aware that Butch had been screwing little James ~

Flushed and angry, Butch said to Otto “They were only kids Otto ~ If I had my gun right now I’d shoot you dead” ~ Otto walked right up to him, slammed his gun into his chest in an offhanded manner and then said “Here is your gun” as if to imply that Butch lacked the balls and the boogie to pursue that end, if not the brains to get away with it after too as well ~ Anyway after that exchange Butch then kind of looked around the room at all the other guys smirking at him, men who were all armed to the hilt with big .45 caliber auto’s etcetera, then angrily turned to some sidekick and said angrily “Get rid of those bodies ~ Make sure they’re never found ~ And get my bullets back” ~ Not too long after, less than an hour, Otto was holding me over a barrel of acid inside of which was what looked like 1\2 a side of lamb, telling me to do what I’m told or he’d ‘Kill me with his dcik’ and I’d end up “Like those children” ~ Makes you wonder about the sanity of all Jews ~ They’ll never find those Beaumont bodies, ever ~

Later, after Butch promised to me that the murders were over, someone forced Butch himself to slowly cut up 5 older aboriginal kids in slow torture deaths in front of me, screaming til they went into shock & bled out ~ You can assume all revolved around him being filmed with little James by Maslyn Williams who was the one who abducted them and held them captive for 2 months, or even with Anna Beaumont that day tho that’s less likely as Musso would never have so much as allowed cameras near him even taking a dump ~ Earlier on a few yrs before when I’d asked Butch why he didn’t carry a bigger gun like other guys he’d somewhat defensively stated it was cause he didn’t need a bigger gun, he was smart enough to get by with a small one ~ Anyone who believed that one would also be interested in growing mushrooms on the moon commercially~

In the context of being that smart it needs be noted that while Butch must have known Maslyn Williams was a professional cinematographer and therefore the likelihood of him being filmed with little James was high, it needs also be noted he may have been trying to entrap Musso and perhaps Rumsfeld thru walking straight into the minefield such a position in a black op is, then getting them to follow him in and lose to the larger picture ~ However to have then left little old me without any justice all these 47 years on from witnessing all the Beaumont deaths is also, eventually, gonna be an eternal loss for them as well as him, in effect meaning ‘DAMN’ each and every one of them Zionist suck-cockers ~

(Um ~ Seriously ~ Damn them down the galaxy’s black hole event horizon)

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PLAUSIBLE (Demonic) PROBABILITY ~

As to why Zionist fascists were so into tortured human flesh? ~ According to them it was because the meat contained high doses of endorphins and literally gave them a high when eating flesh containing high levels of endorphins, or at least that’s what they said ~ “Santa’s Little Helper” later disputed that, saying he’d eaten flesh tortured and flesh not tortured and he’d found no difference ~

All of the other fascist Illuminati Jews regularly laughed at “Santa” behind his back and chose to ignore most of his saner perspectives because, just like his lookalike cousin (Snicker) Deputy Third Reich Fuhrer Rudolph Hess, “Santa’s Little Helper” had Syphilis and they always assumed the slightly insane gleam in his eyes meant he was stupid ~ As to why they were black? ~ Well that was because they were a politically dis-empowered race ~ Their moms couldn’t get anyone to listen to them about ‘THE REAL’ story of the stolen generation ~

So RIP Timbertop ~ The shame of all the Australian and British Masons? ~

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Suffer the little children ~ Always suffer little children ~ Make them scream ~

However much the idea of suffering is painted as being of a positive benefit to those who gain character through it, that’s normally implied by someone other than the one who actually did the suffering ~ My early toddler life was indeed pretty crap because of suffering the moment I was outside the family home, albeit pretty rough and ready (Normal) within ~ Much (Much) worse was to come in the form of CIA murders and Zionist sexual-death murders alongside ritual Illuminati torture murders of babies and kids in front of me outside of the family home in those years, plus more than a few older victims even after the shortish 7 year period described above ~ Yet within what to me was nearly always what the church may have once called ‘Sanctuary’ in the old days, the safety ability and true right to have hold and express any dissenting opinions whatsoever was sacrosanct ~ Sure you’d get an argument or 2 or ten or more, only very strictly verbals 99.99% of the time, and they all conducted within an almost chivalric set of rules regarding the rights of the winner and loser ~

Regarding the rights of those who ‘LOST’ in the hardball hardcore black op bastardy Zionist fascism was using CIA to run on me outside of the safe step family environment, there were two rules ~ The first rule was there were no fcuking rules whatsoever no matter what the fascist Zionists told you there was, especially if you were a kid, and the second rule was, if you’re me, once you finally have no heartbeat Zion has to leave you alone eventually ~ That’s still the case by the way, as in, once you’re dead, Zion has to leave you alone unless you fate yourself to cross over to paradise as a fool and give their ‘GOD’ (sic) all of your energy by lowering your spirit to it, or fate yourself to land in Hades and get stuck as a victim to anyone else there as a predator seeking victims ~

Regarding earthly mortal remains insofar as far as what went down with those victims I’d witnessed by 1970 including the 14 kids tortured to death in front of me by the time I’d turned 13 in 1970, as well as the bodies of the other 6 who had also died in front of me tho not from outright ritual torture, none of those got much consideration ~ Some very weird stories filtered down to me from Butch and the Bishop and Otto and others about what really happened to their innocent butchered cadavers after they were finally dead and it ties directly into stories of what “The General” was eventually performing at Timbertop too on behalf of the high born Masonic and fascist Zionist elite of the world ~

Those stories revolve around something very few people understand about the hidden workings of real world Zionism ~ If you’re thinkers, grab a bibles and look for the following scripture in Genesis ~ “And Abram took his son, his only son Isaac, bound him with cords, then laid him on the wood for the sacrifice” ~

Then, look up the ‘OT’ bit where it says “Solomon built altars to Molech in Hinnem Valley for the sacrifice of children” ~ Those altars had bronze hands that were heated with a fire under them until they were as hot as a frying pan, then babies and children were placed into the hands bound with cords, where they would obviously scream until shock took over and then they’d all slowly cook in their own juices until the sacrificial meal was ready ~

Look up the part where the evil Saul of Tarsus advises the early church that with regard to eating any “Food offered to idols” as the phrase goes in scripture and as the situation is described above with both Abram and Solomon, with Saul saying each believer in ‘THE LORD’ (sic) should “Follow their conscience” as he tries to imply that it’s ‘OK’ to eat that shit if you think it’s OK to eat it ~

A few disingenuous souls of Judeo-Xtian belief may try to fob you off with all sorts of explanations if you’re gullible, yet then you get to the missing children which the Aramaen Jew Herod had the Romans kill for him, and you also have no habeas corpus for the bodies of Moses, Elijah, the bottom half of Isaiah, plus the missing cadaver of Christ ~ You have the first martyr Stephen in the second book of Acts bravely witnessing that the Jews were “Molech worshipers” and then he was stoned to death and his body disappeared too ~

Perhaps some of you will get the point, tho most sadly won’t ~ “Liar thief and murderer from the beginning” the Christ called his people’s god, and once you take in the story of Egypt’s firstborn all dying (Invisible cosmic magician?) at the hand of their ‘GAWD’ (sic) who then advised the poor Israelite slaves to borrow the gold silver and jewelery of their supposed oppressive slave masters (Yeah right ~ Masters always lend their gold silver and Jewels to slaves) then you’ll begin to realise nothing is what the secretly Zionist Masonic controlled Judeo Xtian religious doctrine has told you ~ The reality is when the Christ stated they were of their father the devil and he was a ‘Liar thief and murderer’ from the beginning, he was actually really referring to the entire 12,000 year history of Semites from whom Jews descended and control to this today ~

You will, of course, remember, the Christ also was a Jew, not an Xtian ~

With what I’ve already learnt about fascism myself in these previous 55 odd years, and Jerusalem AD was just (Very) like Nazi Germany in the 1940‘s only more so, people underestimate how much of a hard man the Jew called Christ really was to have ever dared to question the status quo of even the rulers of the religion of state which, as the high priests and elders showed from their biblical dialogue over whether Christ’s popularity would result in the Roman military crushing their state (Rome was under Jew control at the time) he was thus always staring death right in the eyes the moment he started to dissent ~

(All the Julian Emperors descended from Solomon’s 1200 offspring)

I’d have crossed the road 1\2 a mile away and walked thru a rabble platoon of very drunk Roman soldiers to avoid walking past that hard bastard on the street of Jerusalem back in those bad old fascist days cause I know I’d have felt him coming in the bad-ass sense a mile away ~ In balance, there’s some chance I’d have also silently snuck up behind him to listen to him while he preached to the idiots (The sheep) tho I’m also kind of certain from what I’ve learnt thus far about ‘REAL’ spirituality and occult that any time he got to a point that either exonerated or condemned me, he’d have turned around and drilled me right between the eyes with that hard man stare I’m positive he’d have had ~

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Much of my present (Unchangeable) attitude to the Christ and what he really is was and will be, was pretty well built into my inner nature by my dear step mom by the time I’d turned seven, telling me he wasn’t what religion says he was and often not even what they say he said he was ~ The one I’ve mysteriously chosen to nickname “Santa’s Little Helper” (Snigger) filled in larger gaps of knowledge which any true thinking man would have about omnipotent omnipresent angry invisible cosmic magicians (sic) supposedly being what the Christ referred to as his ‘Heavenly Father’ by the time I’d turned around 22 yrs ~ The true story is something few have heard even in part ~ Most don’t even want to know ~

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One day around 1964 I’d returned home after Sunday School where one of the younger pedophiles turned up asking about me as some silly little helpful girl pointed me out ~ I’d then declared to mom in my little hard-boy way with my hands on my hips (Snicker) to let her know the decision was final and couldn’t be altered even by royal decree “I’m not going to Sunday School no more mom” and she just turned to look straight at me (I’d read her mind and knew she knew it was pointless to argue once I’d got my mind made up) and said “Okay boy, that’s your decision” ~ Thus began a very critical 15 year anti Christian period in my life ~ Before “Santa’s Little Helper” was to wake me from my dreamlike intellectual and spiritual slumber (Nightmare) in a kind of crossover point early 77 then onto 1979 where’d I’d gone (Deliberately) waaay too ‘WALLY’ in the opposite religious direction, I’d become so damned foul in my anti Christian stance that I’d once caused an old school chum to quit a job he’d driven 600 kilometers overnight to start in that morning (Really) when he’d merely made an understandable mistake of asking ‘ME’ “Where’s the nearest church?” ~

My honestly stunned response of “WHY?” as in nobody had died that day and nobody was getting married, so what the hell would he want a church for drew a defiant reply “IT’S SUNDAY ~ I-WANT TO GO TO CHURCH” ~ I’d then immediately called the rest of the construction site over, saying “Hey boys ~ Come here ~ We got a Christian” as I’d literally spat the last word out ~

Guess there was no way of him knowing many of my early and mid childhood rapists were literally priests of both pedophile Catholic pedophile Protestant and pedophile other persuasions as in the odd Rabbi or two and I sure did turn my often acidic humor on him with all guns blazing, showing no quarter or mercy to him at all ~ What I was saying was indeed pretty fcuking funny and the guys from the work site were in stitches ~ He was literally crying after 20 mins as all the other guys, laughing at my (Pretty sharp) wit for the previous 15 minutes all started to look sad, saying “Come on Robby ~ Let him go ~ He’s had enough” only I was only just beginning to warm up so I said “Nah ~ He’s a Christian ~ He deserves it” ~ Within another 10 mins he’d handed in his notice and was off on the 600 kilometers back to Adelaide and I’d felt pretty damn good about my morning’s effort ~ Those early pedophile priests Xtians and Rabbi’s sure have a ‘LOT’ to answer for when they cross my path in Hades or anywhere else ~

They will too ~ Sooner or later their fake paradise will fall and fall hard ~

Til then, their god sits in Hades selling paradise as a Ponzi scheme cycle where you give him everything you’ve got and he gives you back a few % he’s busy stealing from new converts and the newly deceased who’d died before anyone bothered to tell them the hidden bits ~ All you’ll ever find in paradise is one of those fake Hollywood film set street-front facades ~ You’ll believe it’s a street cause in the movie that’s what it looks like and in the movie everyone acts like it’s a real street ~ Yet the truth is it’s built on delusions of the dead sustained by stolen energy of the deluded living ~ Eventually the number of live humans will drop below a certain point after the genocide Zion is plans (Already planned) and then it’ll be unable to sustain it’s cycle itself anymore and there’ll be a mass walkout into the greater Hades state of consciousness where all shibboleths are all questioned and truth isn’t easily suppressed ~ The standard biblical Xtianity ‘LOVES’ that phrase they use known as “Great falling away” only don’t ever let yourselves be fooled anymore, fools ~ (Snigger) ~ It’ll only be a walk off by people who finally realise they were all conned by light-giver Lucifer ~

Later on, post the supernova which will fulfill 2Pet Ch3, what’s in Hades with all of it’s purgatory and perdition as well as what’s left of paradise with all of it’s pompous angelic fake street-front saints and Ponzi schemes will all turn into a roaring nuclear magnetic furnace, a a lake of fire as the Christ put it ~

At that point, you’d sure want to believe the real Christ’s offer was true cause there’ll be squat else you could do ~ Within his parables he claims he’ll watch, so I’m hoping in my small way that on that day (Those days) those like him for real who are 1000 light yrs away yet still aware of our plight won’t leave us to an otherwise certain unavoidable fate of eventual destruction or rather eventual annihilation ~ There’s more than some likelihood if a true rescue happens it’s going to come for those in Hades (More truthful place) first rather than for those in a fake paradise anyway ~ That’s what I’ve placed my very aware faith in ~

Not really a situation you’d want to fcuk around and be false in, is it ~

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CHAPTER FOUR ~ GET-EM YOUNG ~

Starting in the Broken Hill hospital in 1959, the ongoing digital penetration and drugging with real world MK Ultra style drug-based hypnotic eschatology along with emotional conditioning and intrusive physical stimulation to distract the mind, plus the use of Amphetamines for a fake angelic high to create a feeling (Deliberate deception) of there occasionally being angels in the ward at night began, angels which were really only lowlife CIA employees skilled in various hypnotic drugs and in repetitive hypnotic commands and suggestions ~

TEAM TWO OR THREE HYPNOSIS ~

One of the techniques they used right from the beginning was where they’d sow a question under the effect of the drugs on one night, then give you an answer to the question under the drugs on the next night, then skip a day and on the third night whether under the drugs or not, they’d lead you into a big-prick logic trap with a trick question based on the previous nights ~ That was often how they’d try to involve me in elements of CIA run terrorist activity in the 70‘s 80‘s 90‘s and 00‘s etc ~ That’s all very fine and you may say ‘BOO-HOO’ and so on, yet I’d only been a 2 to early 3 y\o child at the time it started ~ These are the first Jews I’d ever met using those repetitive drug based hypnotic suggestions along with what was at first mere digital sexual assault ~ That was (Is) pretty damn illegal even in today’s post 911 modern world, yet it’s what employees of the self professed greatest nation on the planet (America) were doing ~

The Zionists in CIA were literally trying to create a false eschatology in my young mind with drug based hypnosis and fake hypnotically induced angels who were only CIA turds pretending while I’d been drugged, with the long term goal of controlling my mind for dirty politics in what has since proved to be a world wide highly organized never ending shill, as well as perhaps hoping to use me to turn people against the Christ as well as Xtianity ~ I’ve little concern for the latter as the old Judeo-Xtian Zionist (Invisible) ‘Cosmic magician’ god cult crap is as virulent a cancer on humanity’s ass under Masonic control as the so called opposite of Pagan Tribal Satanism now is, especially as that’s also run by the same evil Machiavellian mostly Masonic Zionist Jew devils, however I’d learned long ago from “Santa’s Little Helper” that as for the (Murdered) Christ himself, he was indeed the real deal as a top level full on caring constructive hard core true anarchist ~ I’d hate to think I’d been successfully used to cause harm to the purposes of such a giant of an intellect as well as such a giant of a human heart and spirit, as in a truly decent loyal tough smart honorable man ~

There were lots of times I’d known what they were doing (Trying to do) since 1960 yet, there was one small moment in 1961 when I’d had a big epiphany of some sort ~ I’d been standing on my own in a field ~ All of a sudden this really powerful, dangerous, somewhat benign (To me) presence surrounded me with a mellow kind of light around me for hundreds of feet high ~ A voice said to me (I was four) “You’re in a ‘LOT’ of danger ~ You have to let me help you” ~

I’d replied offhand “No I don’t” as it was in my mind from birth that for some reason I don’t ‘HAVE’ to do anything I don’t want to ~ That’s a view which was also reinforced by mom, dad, Felix and the Rabbi too ~ A bit put out, this real angel or whatever it was, perhaps a live human doing some crazy-ass high level kabala occult, or a deceased oldie from the days of hardcore saints and prophets of yore, or even a bonafide real world archangel cosmic spirit that was once one of those 36 ft tall Adamic Luciferin race, or even a mellow devil (sic) said to me “This is really serious ~ You’re in a ‘LOT’ of danger ~ You have to let me help you” to which I’d replied “No ~ I don’t ‘HAVE’ to do anything” ~

Finally, whatever it was tweaked that I was only expressing self determination and then said something like (Literally) “Ask me anything you want ~ I’ll prove I’m real” ~ Thinking quick, remembering that bit from Sunday school where king David lays the fleece out twice and challenges the angel to make it rain everywhere but on the fleece, and the next night make the fleece wet and the ground around it dry, I’d wanted to ‘SEE IT FIRST HAND’ with my very own eyes cause my suspicious little mind was thinking of people tricking king David with some watering cans (Really) or merely swapping fleeces on him ~

Being a little prick at heart, I’d said to this angelic-type of whatever it really was presence “OK ~ Make it rain down one side of the street” and whatever it was said “Yes” ~ Then I said “Make it not rain at all down the other side of the street with the sun shining up to the center of the white line too on the side where it’s raining” ~ “Yes” said the angel thing (Really) sounding a bit bemused ~ Then I said “The rain has to be right down the middle of the white line of the road” as in dry on one half of the white line, then a wall of rain right up to the middle of the other half where the sun shone ~ “Yes” said the spirit ~

“And it’s gotta be really big raindrops” I said ~ “Yes” said the shiny presence as a hint of mirth crept into it’s countenance, and then (Being the little prick) I’d said “And the drops aren’t allowed to splatter onto the dry side!” ~ I’d thought I’d set this spirit an impossible task, though, I was nearly proved wrong ~

“That’s ‘REALLY’ hard” said this being ~ “You said ask you anything” and it just said “I’ll try” ~ A week or so after that, near the Unley Town Hall, mom and two of us kids were going to do the vegi shopping when I’d noticed a huge low black cloud right over the town hall ~ It was dry on our side of the road and almost literally raining a wall of water down to the middle on the other side of Unley road from where mom had parked our crappy old Morris Oxford car ~

As we got to the center of the road I stared in near amazement at the white line, because the rain was (Literally) only falling on one side of the white line where we stood, which was the side we’d come from, with the sun shining from the west right up to the middle of the white line where it was pouring with rain ~

(Straight lines in nature are very rare ~ This was one hell of a rare day) ~

Remembering I’d asked for ‘HUGE’ drops of rain and no splatter onto the dry side I’d stopped near the center and stared at the drops of rain ~ They were ‘LARGE’ with a capital ‘L’ and when I’d looked, only the merest hint of any splatter onto the dry side which dried a second or so after it touched it showed, which was a pretty good trick once you realise that a white line was only about five inches wide and a quick peek in both directions allowed me to see this freak inverted weather pattern went as far as I could see in the conditions ~

It was a very-very hot day and the road was very hot from the sun shining on it all day so that explains in part the inversion and quick-dry minor splatter, yet that was near three weeks prior when I’d been having a little (Imaginary?) chat about the need for avoiding danger and about things I knew were very rare in the weather, all with what could be called an apparently empty yet shining space of thin air with accurate predictions who stood a few hundred feet high ~

Anyway, while watching the line almost in a trance I was thinking to myself “That’s pretty close” when mom jerked my hand cause I’d been pulling back on the rainy side merely to stare at the white line as she said to me “C’Mon ~ We’ll get run over” ~ Once over the other side of the road under the shop awnings, my ears popped really bad (Low pressure from a massive inversion) and I remember saying to the angel within my heart with a bit of childlike fear “Stop it ~ You’re scaring me” just before the entire pattern broke up and the rain came onto the dry side of the road we’d crossed to and then the sun and rain both spread to be all of a mish mash within half a minute over both sides of the road ~

(Must have been a really neat set of multi-layer millimeter perfect inversions a few hundred feet up in the clouds and, judging from the position of the early afternoon sun, some nifty double inversions in high cloud a few thousand feet up and 10+ kilometers to the west, to block the sun on the eastern side of the road right down the white line for the few minutes that it lasted ~

To say that ‘ANGEL’ caught my undivided attention is an understatement ~
Whoever (Whatever) it was, I guess a big childlike ‘Thank you’ is in order ~

From that day on and right up until now, anyone trying to bluff me out with occult or fake me out on spiritual matters effectively pushes a mountain of smelly runny shit up a steep hill using a holey fire hose with no water in it ~

Whoever or whatever it was, it was pretty damn accurate ~ A few weeks after that around a mile and a half from where this thing with the rain occurred, our car was deliberately rammed by an old Chev with lead in the chassis and a souped up motor ~ We were airborne for 20-30 feet according to the copper ~

I’d seen the car travel slowly a couple hundred feet away when mom had started to carefully cross Unley road from a side street, then when she was halfway across the road (A few seconds) I’d looked and this evil bastard was hunched over the wheel with an evil look in his eyes and was aiming right for us ~

Dad (Clem) must have told mom about how acceleration injuries of an adult hitting a kid through a side impact were often fatal, or she’d worked that out for herself somehow ~ At the last moment before impact she grabbed my head hard and slammed my head and whole body forward into the dash (Ouch) but at least it got me out of the way when the side impact accelerated the car into her from sideway on ~ I’d heard the ‘THUMP’ and a groan as she hit the passenger door behind me and must have got hit again when the car hit another car off the side street on a ricochet, cause I’d then been knocked unconscious myself ~

When I came to, mom was half conscious and moaning with the ambulance and the coppers both already there, certainly the coppers were ~ I ran up to the man who hit us and started beating on his legs with my little 4 y\o fists, saying “You hurt my mommy ~ You hurt my mommy” to which the fcuk just growled at me with enough ferocity to make me start crying ~ The cop who was there said two things understandable and one thing weird ~ First, he arced up big on that piece of human feces who rammed us, saying “You leave that little boy alone” and then “Wait till we get you back to the station” ~ That took the cock right out of his cockiness and he looked (Rightly) very-very scared indeed ~

Then the copper said the strange (Weird) bit which caused me to understand, and then react to the car having lead in the chassis and a three liter rover motor in place of the old 800 cc side valve engine Tin Lizzy Chev’s originally came with from the factory ~ Working out what it all meant, lining it up with the look of pure evil intent I’d seen on his face from 30-40 feet away prior to impact the pieces fell into place ~ The cop said ‘WHAT ARE WE GONNA TELL HIS DAD ~ WE SAID WE’D LOOK AFTER HIM ~ WE LET HIM DOWN” ~

I could see that the dad thing carried a bit of weight in that small backwoods town called Adelaide, known colloquially to some Australians as the city of churches ~ (Or WW2 fascist ratlines and their serial pedophile pets) ~ Anyway it was definitely a deliberate ramming meant to kill me and\or hurt mom or perhaps at least put me outside of the family home, which it did ~

That ‘Angel’ that warned me of the immanent danger 3+ weeks beforehand was a mystery ~ I’d never forgiven it or trusted it for not making the entire incident not happen ~ It might have been an angel ~ It might have been a devil too once you can balance it all out ~ Seriously ~ That so-called ‘ANGEL’ might have been Lucifer’s buddy ~ After all, like they often say, not everything that glitters is gold, is it? ~ Or as the Christ once said “ If the light that is in you be darkness, how very dark it shall be” ~ An angel or a devil? ~ What the hell was it? ~

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Chapter Five ~ The black-ops Boy ~
(You’re in a lot of trouble now, kid) ~

Unfortunately, I was fostered out while mom was either still in the hospital or when she was recuperating after she got out of hospital and that’s when the full blown ass rapes started along with the straight up outright murders which got to 23 by the time I’d turned a mere 13 years of age ~ During those few months of being fostered, mostly late at night, I’d be drugged and taken to some place and literally raped ~ During that first week of being fostered with an evil bitch in the Adelaide suburb of Mitcham there was also the shooting deaths of what to me were two nobodies whose lives were taken merely to try to impress me ~

The first time, “Butch” just stood there and kind of strutted and smirked while standing in one place after he shot the guy, as if to say something like “Well, what do you think of that?” ~ Truth be told, even tho only four at the time I’d just started laughing because, to me, it seemed as if Butch was trying to act tough and I’d only been four ~ I’d spent my first 3 1\2 years growing up with my step dad who was a ‘REAL’ ex army tough and who was no fool and no fake, although unfortunately friction between him and my step mom led to mom leaving Broken Hill with five of us kids to head to Adelaide in the first place ~

Within the week of that first shooting death which the US Taxpayer funded for the safety and security of the America Yada-Yada (sic) supposedly because I’d said “I don’t care” (In comparison to my mom getting hurt) when he’d asked me what I’d thought about the dude he’d killed the first time, another middle age nobody (To me) was shot dead by Butch in front of me, yet this one was much much more violent ~ Remember I’d only been four and should not really have normally (sic) been under such pressures and I knew that ~ The second one was forced to kneel in front of Butch, and before he did the guy was moaning in a high pitched whiny voice “You’re going to kill me ~ I know you’re going to kill me” to which Butch had replied “I’m ‘NOT’ going to kill you damn it ~ Kneel down” and when he did, he just shot him in the throat and the guy dropped ~

I’d just looked at him (Butch) deadpan, not feeling the need to explain that with my mom in hospital it mattered zero to me if he’d executed 20 fcuking nobodies in front of me all at the same time ~ The guy was laying on the floor making a pretty fcuked up rasping noise as he was breathing and bleeding through the hole in his throat ~ Then, after around 2 to 3 minutes of him making that rasping noise I’d said to Butch “Stop him making that noise” and Butch said something simple like “Sure” and then leaned over and shot him in the head ~

Then, walking over to me, Butch said “He’s dead now kid and it’s ‘YOUR’ fault” with a large emphasis on the word ‘YOUR’ in his sentence ~ At that time right there I’d realized I was in deep shit with some pretty big stupid acting like it was lord and master of my life, yet still the anger I’d felt over my mom being hurt trumped over everything ~ When Butch then made a mistake of threatening more hurt to my mom, well at that point right there it may have been better for him and America and perhaps even the world if he’d shot me dead on the spot ~

My (step) mom got badly hurt in the accident, and although her opinion was the spinal fusion was completely unnecessary, got badly hurt again in the hospital with said unnecessary spinal fusion as well as what I’d later learnt was an old style up the nose scramble of the Grey matter full frontal lobotomy ~ That really smells to high heaven after they gave a far more high tech one to me just prior to their 911 fiasco, considering my childhood friend Peter Vanstone became the fake 97-04 Osama Bin Laden, and all for the dirty twisted logic of international fascist Zionism that claims to rule the world peacefully with ancient wisdom? ~

To say these fascist CIA Zionist fools playing their little drug based post hypnotic games with little boys with a 220 IQ had no understanding of exactly what they’d fcuked with has since often been proved many times over in world politic, yet still these subhuman groin-gods continued to try to dominate me ~

It’ll end poorly if they keep putting me down, maybe for me on earth ~
Maybe for them with banishment from the entire freaking universe ~
For the record, that’s a 100% true story with mo embellishments ~
It is after all an autobiography anyway. and not a work of fiction ~

THE PLUM JAM SANDWICH CAPER ~

One mildly funny (From the kid-psychology view) yet extremely pathetic event from the perspective of the absurd occurred in late 1961 when I’d been a mere 4 1\2 y\o as a beautiful young blond 18 y\o girl crossed my path ~ She had instant fear the moment she saw me cause she’d heard someone was dying that night and with her hard man Greek pimp there knew it wouldn’t be her, or so she wrongly thought ~ Later that night, both of us were strapped face down to beds for a few hours side by side as she did her best to lighten my sometimes morose and waaay too deep thoughts with her light banter ~ Then, without warning, Otto came into the room and as he prepared to mount her from behind told her that he hoped she was “Ready for a man with a big dcik” ~ At first she said gamely that she’d already had men with some pretty big dcik’s (Her pimp) tho when Otto pulled her panties down she said “Not in front of the boy” ~

His reply was curt and sullen, saying “I-do what I-will” ~ Then, as he dropped his pants and positioned himself, she said to him “That’s the wrong hole” and he said “I-know what I’m doing” as he proceeded to ram his penis the size of two (Literal) beer cans and then some right up her backside ~ She started to scream and then, maybe conscious of not wanting to frighten or scare me did her best to just endure ~ He was finished pretty quickly and afterwards she was almost whimpering yet was severely biting her lips to stifle it as she suppressed it for my sake, not wanting to cause a little boy any fear or heavy distress ~

Finally Otto came back in with the largest gun I’d ever seen and the girl said to him “Please ~ Don’t hurt the boy” as Otto merely replied with disinterest to her with a “What do you care?” ~ Her last words were, I’m vaguely sure, a whisper prayer for me, then Otto pulled her head back ~ ‘BANG’ as he blew the left side of her head off ~ It was loud ~ I’d responded (To her) by saying something droll and yet genuine like “Boy ~ You scared meeeee” tho she didn’t answer me at all after that ~ I’d honestly thought she’d gotten bored with me and gone to sleep or was just ignoring me ~ I got pretty angry about her doing that ~

Later, when Felix or Butch came into the room (One or the other) I’d said out of the blue “I want a plum jam sandwich George” and whichever one it was lost the plot completely, saying to me “What the ‘HELL’ makes you think we got any plum jam here kid?” ~ My reply “That man put plum jam on that lady’s head and I want a plum jam sandwich”, which caused him to completely lose the plot and start rambling ranting and raving for quite a while ~

He started saying to others “The kid wants a plum jam sandwich ~ I can’t take this anymore” as he wandered around kind of distressed up until somebody kind of put the hard word on him to calm down or else ~ Again, later on when I was still there with the lady I’d not felt in any way threatened, yet was pretty pissed the lady wouldn’t talk to me anymore after being so friendly ~ It wasn’t till a few days later I’d realized she’d died next to me ~ I’d felt pretty low for getting angry at a dead woman (Who couldn’t get angry back) and it was one more reason why I’d started to hate Zionists Jews Masons fascists and, CIA too ~

After the Greek pimp saw her, I’d been sad how broken he looked ~ The next time I’d seen him was in Sydney around 1988 and he was looking fcuking fit for an old guy, then the Zionist fascists beat him up with baseball bats ~ The last time I’d seen him was in 2005 in the Melbourne suburb of Fitzroy ~ By then he was reduced to a wino and taking a piss off the sidewalk, which was a subtle reminder of who he was because he had the second largest penis I’d ever seen, hanging a full 6 inches when flaccid ~ It ‘WAS’ indeed the same man (Pimp) from 1962 who’d lost that beautiful treasure of a sweet young beautiful caring girl he should have married rather than prostituted ~ His dcik was indeed still the aforementioned 6 inches when flaccid (He was famous) yet he was a broken man in body by then ~ He’d been crippled from the beating they gave him 20 years previous, however the gleam (Fire) in his eyes remained ~ It reminded me not to ever give up on my own sojourn ~ They finally got him not long after by running him down with a fcuking car ~ John the Greek ‘WAS’ a tough man ~

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The idea that everyone was trying to help me has been done to death since those early days ~ One of my first tactical responses beginning at around the age of 5 years old was to get whoever it was to try to split themselves and their motives by getting them to admit culpability for their evil acts, then get them to talk about the good side of their natures ~ It was pretty hard going for a 5 y\o boy to even try to create a dichotomy within a corrupt adult career criminal working for CIA however it was, at least, something ~ It started to pay too, cause bit by bit they’d start to get dreamy and whimsical about the good things their moms had tried to build into them, only to then crash back to earth with the reality of the next crime against humanity they’d commit ~ I’d stayed with it and tried to persevere and Felix was my first convert after he’d tortured me with electricity one day and I’d laid the tears on really thick ~ (Half faking) ~ He was still in the process of grieving the loss (Murder) of his niece Robin, so he was half open to the idea of trying to make amends for failing her by helping me ~

When he didn’t know we were being listened to by microphones, I did ~
Sure was sad being so fcuking Machiavellian at such a tender young age ~
Gaining (Stealing) assets has been one of my pastimes from that day on ~

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CHAPTER 666 ~ YOU LITTLE BUGGER ~

At age three dad taught me to ask ‘WHY’ for everything ~ I’m pretty sure my sister “Elly” also impressed upon me it was smart to ask ‘WHY’ for every little thing that popped up cause that’s the way you learn more than what you may already know ~ One day when I’d been four and mom and I were walking together in town in Adelaide, I’d asked her (Genuinely) about something and, like the good mom she was feeding her child’s intellectual wonder, she gave me a very full and complete yet rather wordy answer to my simple question ~

Being a cheeky little prick and known to repay pun for pun and having often been on the butt end of one of hers, even by age four, I’d asked her ‘WHY?’ when she gave her answer ~ She was distracted by business she was attending to that day and immediately she rambled off again with another deep and very detailed explanation which I wasn’t really listening to ~ Then, after I’d waited a half minute or so, looking up to her as thoughtful and deep as I could, again I’d said to her “But why?” and off she went again ~ This went on for a good twenty minutes until the last time I’d asked ‘WHY?’ too casually she tweaked ~

She looked down at me slightly annoyed she’d fell for it and, just a little tiffed said “Ooh you little bugger” and I’d felt so pleased with myself for me finally being able to catch mom out in one of her rambles ~ Then, a few minutes after, she looked down at me with a big smile as we walked and I could tell she was pretty damn pleased I was such a cheeky little boy and a quick learner ~

Later, she’d told me to never again lie to her with my eyes ~ In reality that was like getting a Scout’s merit badge for big deception ~ If mom could be fooled by me with a simple look, then I’d begun to get good at it and I’d have at least a fighting chance with Zion too ~ When it comes to the incredible sets of lies the Zionists were throwing at me, being able to control ‘HOW’ people misread you is a pretty handy skill if people are going to lie to you anyway, cause then you have some (Minor) ways to create a form of control in the exchange ~

Anyway, I sure was a quick learner ~ Somehow, a spiritualist thing I’d been in the process of developing in the real world since the age of four while Zionist fascists in CIA were trying to create their drug-based alternative post-hypnotic fake version since I’d been 2 1\2 or thereabouts was something I’d been able to easily wrap my mind around ~ As such, once Butch’s half-brother Felix began to introduce the concept of “Accelerated learning” into my mind in ways where I’d be using both lateral thinking as well as empirical thinking, then, even tho me and Felix had a big argument over it being impossible, both at the same time (Really) I’d hooked that up with my spirit guides and began to develop what could be called a ‘Group Mind’ of sorts, one where my spiritual side would be working on one concept situation or subject which I’d share with my spiritual guides or guardians, while my natural linear mind in my own heart and brain box (sic) would be working on it’s lateral opposite, or visa versa if it was one of those totally irrational Zionist or CIA head fcuks no sane heart could grasp ~

Try 2 jets into three skyscrapers or 19 missing Oklahoma baby-cadavers ~
Maybe I was always the original “Mr Fuzzy Logic” in my own small way ~

Sounds crap doesn’t it? ~ Well, it’s not ~ It was very dangerous stuff even for the initiated in the highest levels of the Masonic lodge whenever you start opening your mind to deceased spirits, yet it was no worse than the real life physical dangers Zion had me facing such as consuming chemicals that inflame the liver or others that sterilize you by briefly raising your temperature to 107 or 109 or whatever it was (There was some kidney damage) or jumping off house roofs or hanging onto live electrical wires or getting run over by cars doing 55 MPH or being forced to pour boiling water down my leg otherwise my mom would be hurt again like Butch threatened, all of which happened in the space of 4 yrs ~

Once I understood how to turn it to my advantage, as well as the ideas behind what is called lateral thinking, I was able to reach out to the knowledge of any of my real world spirit guides (Ones who never lied to me, manipulated me, or ever got it wrong) who were available for expanding on whatever anyone in this world like Felix Otto the Rabbi the Bishop or Butch taught me or raised as a road block or an impediment to my Quixotic quest for natural justice ~

Next step was to secure me some sort of workable human asset base ~
It’s almost sad that a little boy of five should be thinking such things ~

It started in one sense after Felix, a CIA employee like his half brother Butch, began to feel guilty for mildly torturing me with electric shocks at the age of around four ~ My reaction to this was two fold and carried out from gut instinct to turn stuff to my advantage ~ The first thing I’d attempted was to try to get him to start to feel as guilty as possible so that he would want to expunge his feelings of guilt by fighting ‘FOR’ me instead of mindlessly going with what were his bosses’ basic precepts ~ In effect I’d began to get him to go against what they’d say was their stated goal for me ~ This needed to be done for me secretly without any of his bosses knowing or there’d be more losses than gains until I’d turned that against them too ~ If they found out, it also meant having a pretty good excuse lined up for Felix too ~ It occurred to me that with ‘ALL’ of these people everything was upside down and inside out and left to right as well as light being dark, dark being light, good being bad and bad being good ~

I’m still pretty sure they should have shot me dead on the spot if they knew how far I’d go to be free or to get even if I couldn’t get free in this life, cause the very idea of passing over into any post-life consciousness as a slave to the stupid that rules in this world was, to my childlike perspective, a small taste of what I’d thought any kind of ‘REAL HELL’ would be ~ I may not be able to change the system for the better here in any real sense, however something deep within me was very certain that I’d not need to worry about needing to get even after I was dead and not being able to, just so long as I’d always (Far as humanly possible) always cross my eyes and dot my tees and keep my P’s and Q’s all in good working order, free of all forms of hypocrisy and self deception ~

Anyway later, whether through ill will or serendipity or fate Butch found out that I’d not really cared too much about being mildly tortured with electricity, however he was trying to tell me that it could have killed me ~ The idea that things like that weren’t as bad as my mom being hurt didn’t seem to dawn on him and those like him in CIA, so they’d always try to re-educate me on the errors of my perspective if it didn’t match the one they all wanted me to have, which up until both Felix and Butch were turned was the one they’d been told to give to me, yet while they didn’t know it all they always seemed to believe that I should accept they all did ~ Anyway, to cut a long story short yet use lots of words to do it, Butch got me to grab onto the 240 volt power out in the shed and I did, yet that was only after their bosses had Felix torture me first ~

First time I’d done it, I’d put the wire into the socket above the door and then used it to fry ants walking across the iron shed door frame and deliberately let my hand slip down to the bare wire like I’d been told to while I’d been under the influence of the MK Ultra drugs they used ~ I’d hung onto it for about ten or so seconds watching my hand jerk side to side with the AC DC thing, then got a little scared ~ I’d been holding it in my right hand and then not till after I’d got scared and thought about dying I’d ripped the wire right out of my right hand with my left hand ~ Funny thing was, at the back of the shed, mom had 450 volt 3 phase power and if I’d got confused, seeing I was only 5 yrs old and not up to Albert Einstein’s level yet, I’d have perhaps more than easily gone to do a first hand meet and greet with Solomon, Buddha, Mohamed, Jack the Ripper, Joan of Arc, Claudius Maximus, Attila, Moses, and all of the other dead god-guys ~

From then on until Butch told me to stop about 5 years later under the influence of the same drugs he used to get me to do all the stupid things in the first place after he too finally got turned to try to half protect me for real, I’d been doing all sorts of crazy shit that could easily get me dead ~ Jumping off of the house roof onto the front lawn (About 14 ft) used to cause the most pain out of all of them, with me getting truly terrible shin splints that would have me literally crying all night and being in a dazed distraction all day at school, until the Bishop finally taught me how to do the “Para Roll” and I’d got it right, learning to think of my legs as little shock absorbers rather than be hunks of flesh that could eventually ripple with the strength of solid steel (sic) if only I’d try hard enough ~

In a way, I guess I was one of the first child stunt men in the world ~

From Monika’s death in 1964 onwards, all of the way through until 2006 when the immanent death of the last girl I’ll probably ever love was looming (2009) I’d done exactly what these Masonic Zionist-Jew bastards told me to do, as well as said everything they’d told me to say too, both for the partial (But false) hope of lessening the death toll amongst those I’d loved, as well as for some practical tactical and politically strategic reasons ~ In a spiritual way I’ve always thought along the lines of once every one of us is dead, he who gets the last say and who gets the most friends out of the fire and invited into the rest of the galaxy to kick on for ten million years of 10,000 x 1000 year lifetimes or more is the winner ~

Remember, I was pretty seriously radicalized in life very damned early ~

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CHAPER 7 ~ BEWARE OF THE DOG? ~
(BEWARE THE BABY MORE LIKE IT) ~

In the context of background, my birth was unusual for the day as it involved not just a Caesar, it began with some high tech (For the day) Mangle medical magic leading to my conception in 1956 by the woman who gave her life giving life to me ~ The reality is my real birth rather than what the hospital records can show which were those of my step mom’s natural birth child, was itself unique for the time and proved big money cold war fascist Zionist science, in this case run by Doctor Joseph Mengele, was at least 30 years ahead of what the rest of the world knew about ~ According to ‘The Rabbi’ many dark Satanic occultist incantations and rituals were performed over my growing embryo, using my birth mom’s belly as their altar ~ The day of my birth was also very dark and extremely violent, not so much in the manner it occurred which again was a surgical Caesarian, it was in what happened to my birth mom after ~

She was ritually tortured for a while and then murdered outright ~

(Afterwards, literally cooked-up Molech-style and then eaten)

The Rabbi told me most of the story one day when I was seven ~

My first unprompted non-hypnotic regression memory was me being pinched slapped and otherwise bothered by my older step brother Dean (James) before I’d turned 6 months ~ Dean, who was 6 1\2 years older than me (We called him Dean although I’m not sure why because he hated it) would regularly come into the room and give me a really hard time ~ I’d soon learned to bite and kick in a mostly useless form of defense while he would just laugh and keep doing it ~

Then one day my 14 y\o step brother Peter who already had some form of job came in when I’d been crying for a while and he couldn’t get to sleep because of it, then he just kind of smothered me with a pillow for a while until I’d been pretty terrified and very breathless ~ Just then my step mom Eleonore came in and caught him ~ Her anger was fierce as she warned him to “Wait till his father gets home” as she kicked him out and then picked me up to cuddle me and calm me down some ~ It took quite a good deal of time ~ Later, Peter had to leave home for his own safety from dad as well as, evidently, according to dad and mom, my (WW2 Fascist) biological parents and uncles etc who were serious shit and there was no telling what might happen if it happened again ~

(Peter left the state, yet was always hateful to me for the rest of my life) ~

These experiences left me a little defensive as you would guess, with a natural gut reaction to bite ‘ANYONE’ who put their hands in my cot who wasn’t mom which included my step dad Clem, who never hurt me, only laughed and left his hand there for me to gummy on ~ Once the milk teeth came through tho and I’d learnt to arch my back and twist my head in a ripping cutting motion he stopped letting me practice ~ Then, one day when mom and my (Step) sister also called Elonore put her hand in my cot I bit her as hard as I could with that arch of my back and twist of my head ~ She cried out in some pain and said “Mom ~ He bit me” and mom said straight off “Well bite him back” ~ She did too ~

Years later at the age of 11 when my step sister ‘Elly’ recalled this time to me I’d thought about it and all the other memories of Dean pinching me and my other step brother Peter smothering me all came back ~ I remember thinking how totally unfair life was, both as a bub and an 11 y\o boy, yet in the bigger scheme of things, never mind ~ Tsk-Tsk ~ (sic) ~ It got worse ~

I’d asked my mom about the business in the cot when Elly brought it up in 1968 after I’d been thinking it through for awhile and getting nowhere for context to place the memory ~ At first mom said “No that didn’t happen” and then she looked shocked and said “You can’t remember that! You were only 7 months old” ~ As soon as she’d said that, something deep tweaked and hurt ~ By the end of that day everything Dean and Peter had done (Feelings) those 10+ yrs before all came flooding back as my understanding of myself grew a little ~

Much later on in life I got the well deserved chance to figuratively knock both of my older big step brothers on their ass, once when Dean hit me in the mouth without really explaining himself well around 1975 as he tried to convince me not to have an ex prostitute as a girlfriend (Later short term wife) and Peter in 1986 as he was trying to play the Machiavellian hard man ex convict big brother socialist activist with me, giving me two left hooks to the jaw and one right to the neck to intimidate me ~ He thought it’d bring me down a notch or two ~

Truth be told, I sure did give both of them a good whack ~ I hit Dean with two hay makers after he hit me, swinging a long looping right hand arc while I’d had him in a vice like grip around the throat with my left hand, both times swinging so fcuking hard my knuckles literally (Literally) scraped the ground on the way through as I’d held him tightly so I’d know where to be able to place the hit (Next to my hand) while with Peter I’d already had him pinned ~ He made the mistake of mocking me as he was already pinned on his back ~ A well timed well executed quick head butt from the hips soon left part of the bone of his nose protruding through the skin ~ Thank the almighty god of fcuk I’d pulled 90% of the impact at the last moment out for fear of crippling or killing ~

It felt oh so fcuking good to do it after all those years too, tho with Peter, not as hard as I’d easily been capable of, being well trained by then ~ Funny thing with that incident with Dean, my step dad Clem came up straight after and ordered me to let him go (He was nearly unconscious, tho still on his feet) after I’d only hit him a few times ~ I’d said to dad “HE HIT ME FIRST” and perhaps dad had forgot that he’d taught me that when somebody bigger than you hits you you’re allowed to hit them back as hard as you feel like ~ Clem wasn’t having none of that tho ~ I think he was remembering the day I’d really lost my temper with him yelling at me and punched and kicked a door out of it’s frame ~ Even so, tho he’d have easily defeated me (Well trained commando type) the true reality was he probably didn’t really want to hurt me, so he used words plus the tone of his voice to make sure any violence between Dean and me ceased, as well as to reassure Dean that he was both cared for and was well loved ~

Dean was basically a nice guy ~ He was the big sook of the family ~
Just bear in mind the veins on his biceps were about 1\4 inch thick ~

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When I was on the CIA-sourced steroids back in the 70‘s and not only weighed 115+ kilo and had 19 inch biceps and a weight lifter’s body posture that was so muscle bound and stiff I’d have to literally step sideways to get thru the average door frame (Yup ~ CIA ~ I used to willingly accept steroid injections from Butch knowing full well the syringe also contained a shot of their MK-Uktra drug and I’d shortly be undergoing further rape and post-hypnotic conditioning, yet it’s not like I was about to lose my anal virginity, that was long gone ~ Besides, this was a 12 round fight and I’d been busy ‘ROPING MY DOPE’ for about 12-15 yrs already so it was not like I’d lose my innocence) I’d come home one day after training 4 hours with no breaks except 2 minutes for Gatorade ~ I’d never have considered I was training unless there were beads of 1\4 inch sweat all over my body and I’d be mildly limping and sore for an hour after ~

Anyway, I’d walked into the kitchen when Clem (Dad) looked at me with one of his mellow “Oh-Oh” looks, saying to me “Do you think you’re pretty fit do you boy?” and after being able to pump weights ‘HARD’ for four hours at a time, tho I’d not known where he was going with it, I’d replied ‘YEAH’ in a mildly defiant manner ~ He sauntered over to the sliding door between the lounge and dining room, grabbed the half inch thick pelmet around the door with his fingertips, gave me a knowing look, then straightened his upper body from his fingertips to his hips and without curling his gut at all, placed his toes on the wall above his fingertips three times, each time bringing his feet down to 4 or 5 inches from the ground ~ The third time, while his feet were still off the ground a few inches, he casually said “Oh ~ Better not show off” then dropped the remaining few inches pretty casually and just very mildly said in a cocky tone ‘DO THAT’ with his masked dismissive manner ~ He was 72 ~

Ever one for the challenge back then, I’d also grabbed the pelmet with my finger tips like he had (I had ‘VERY’ strong hands) and tried, without curling my stomach like he’d insisted I don’t, tried my hardest with my muscle bound upper body and weight lifter meatloaf thighs to get my toes to touch above my fingers like he’d done ~ The best I was able to do was to get my toes just above the horizontal ~ No one could’ve tried harder ~ I tried so damn hard I ended up lactating my quads so badly I was (Literally) limping for two days after while recovering ~ Standing there watching the old feller smirk at me after in a good natured gentle way, it dawned on me that, given provocation, he could have easily wiped the floor with me still, even though I’d outweighed him by 45 odd kilo and was around 50 years younger ~ Boy did I learn ‘MY’ lesson that day, and it’s one I’ve never forgot ~ Don’t underestimate old guys, and never underestimate the difference technique knowledge and training makes ~

Every day for the next year I’d be out in the shed (Same one I used to happily electrocute myself in as a kid on CIA orders, really) trying to do just once what that annoyingly tough old WW2 war vet did three times ~ It took me a year to do one and the moment I did I’d rushed inside to tell dad I’d finally done one and, to my minor humiliation, he acted like it was of less interest than whether I’d done one crap or two while sitting on the toilet the previous day ~

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CHAPTER 8 ~
Xtianity sucks ~
The Christ rocks ~
Who’d have guessed? ~

Answers about whatever the fcuk heaven and hell really were or if they even existed in the real world soon became immaterial to me, as were any questions regarding just how good I wasn’t or how bad I really was, because I’d started to take responsibility for my own soul once I’d fully committed my life to actually trying to obey the real Christ at 22 in 1979 and started trying to understand his precepts thru his thoughts in the gospels and tried following his precepts as best I’d been able, cause it was smart to ~ In balance, just bear in mind that to me Xtianity is still a total crock of shit, yet to me the Christ was (Is) an awesome human with what amounted to emotional and spiritual healing for the mildly damaged man the life I’d seen had created, as well as a template to add to what my mom and dad as well as others to a lessor degree could inspire in me ~

To me, he’s now a physical being on a planet maybe over a 1000 light years from here (Literally) with his father also physically existing, both having and using the technology to do star travel, also being 100% certain not to park the 1600 mile wide high and deep pyramid shaped eternal city anywhere near the immanent real world supernova we’re currently all orbiting ~

As such, to me, the idea of what the Xtians call “The return of the Lord Jesus” is, to mint a phrase, perfectly chimerical, because it won’t be till ‘AFTER’ the lake of fire any rescue occurs if one occurs at all, and if it is before, it still won’t be a physical return, merely a harvest of all of the spirits and souls who’d had the faith and the heart to qualify ~ Nobody that plans on keeping a 1600 mile mother ship in one piece parks it anywhere near an immanent supernova ~

I’m thinking the bones of his (Incomplete) post crucifixion post ritual Molech worship cadaver are still slowly returning to the dust from whence they came in the first place somewhere on earth in the mid-east, while much of his flesh was literally processed down the gullets and out of the ass of the high Jewish rulers who murdered him ~ I’d say it’s 100% certain the basis of any true offer of the promise of a rescue is from the technology of whatever rules this galaxy rather than any cosmic magician stuff, combined with truth and morality plus lastly his (Their) humble faithful and genuinely loving and often occasionally tough truly selfless spiritual knowledge that makes him (Them) whatever they are ~

Hopefully, him and his father and the other spiritually adept high tech physical beings (Galactic bosses) with him are indeed capable and willing to pull a soul and\or spirit out of a post supernova solar system wide ‘LAKE OF FIRE’ only by reaching into that fire across the void of deep space with their spirits, so if that’s true, then it’s none of the omnipotent omnipresent angry Jewish cosmic magi thing creating the lake of hellfire, nor creating the true new (Physical) heavenly earth after either ~ It’s merely the religious Zionist myths that create all of that kind of garbage ~ As for any real ‘Eternal hell’ then that’s just gotta be being thrown down the event horizon at the center of this universe after any rescue, only to then be rejected, thus spending a few quadrillion years inside of that black hole waiting for a ‘Big Bang’ from the energy it contains to turn it into a new mini-verse ~ (sic) ~ Of course, it may turn out to be a dud, which would mean the mother fcuker’s fated to that end would then spend a totally pointless fully aware eternity waiting for what’s never going to happen ~

To me, I’m seeing the Christ as a faithful sane loyal older brother in a galaxy as well as within a historical struggle of Jewish prophets within the larger Zionist fascism that’s been here since Abram’s ball sack grew hairs, and again it’s my hope that he’s one who’ll hopefully be of the same spirit (Essence) as the father whom he’d talked about, and be fully capable and willing of effecting a rescue from this solar system post supernova ~ Though at the end of the day, and the day ‘WILL’ end, what if it’s not so? ~ Then I’ve made my choice as the only logical honest sane option for me 35 years ago anyway, and I’m sticking to it ~

I’d not ever wanted to disappoint him by being evil instead of just being bad, so maybe he’ll accept my genuine compliment to his mighty (Bad) prophetic heart through my attempts to be obedient to what his thoughts in the gospels reveal of that heart which I’d followed for my own inner healing and strength, while as to what any of the religious people think of my doctrine? ~ You just wrap those precious opinions of yours up really tight, lubricate them with anointed oil if you’re a bit dry, and stick-em wherever you think they might reasonably fit ~

An omnipotent omnipresent omniscient angry invisible cosmic magician? ~
Like the Barnum and Bailey guy once said, there’s one born every minute ~

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CHAPTER 9 TIME ~
REALITY-CHECK ~

Mom once told me in 1963 that “ONLY LIARS NEED TO LIE, BOY” and yes, while that may sound just a little simplistic, my sweet step-mom had such a nice way of being very morally and\or spiritually balanced with as few words as were possible at any given time that if you didn’t know her well you wouldn’t know she’d just lobbed an intellectual hand grenade into your trench, or rather the place you thought you were hiding ~ Some of what my ‘Uncle’ fascists + their douche bag Zionist cohorts taught me was also true too, yet not as much ~

In the context of liars being the only ones needing to lie most times, currently, the present world Masonic-Zionist international geopolitic which brought you the American 2 jets into 3 skyscrapers charade (Wank sentence) is now seen almost every single day busying itself by trying to confuse us with mass media (Dis) information-overload about Muslim excesses and Russian evil, as well as implying Malaysian airlines are a bad insurance risk while selling the world what often amounts to a set of sexually deviant binary occult choices any time their crap political fairy tales start to taste like stale turds on badly burnt toast ~

To put it another way, as a direct consequence to the collective consciousness of America and the whole world via the errors (Sins) of collective judgment we all made over the past 5+ decades since a magic bullet went through JFK’s neck, after he exposed it thru his foolishness in opposing what was a blatantly illegal US Fed WW2 looted gold loan just because he was told to do so by his Zionist masters, with said magic bullet then going through the seat of the limo to break Gov Connelly’s‘s back as he sat in the front just before snapping his wrist after presumably exiting his gut and bouncing back off of the car door panel with enough terminal velocity to blow the top of the president’s head clean off yet still fall onto a gurney in pristine condition after he was pronounced a wee bit dead because of no heartbeat, we’ve been conditioned to run around looking for the cheapest most unbelievably crappy plausibly justifiable idiotic lie possible with which we can knit together the disparate pieces of our insane Orwellian media idiocy that we subtly accept and obediently refer to as reality ~

(Yup ~ Another wank sentence ~ Tell me about it ~ Then again, who cares)

Thus the mistakes (Errors) of ‘NOW’ are built onto the previous sins (Errors) and mistakes of the previous 5+ decades to such a degree that’s it’s dooming the decade ahead before we even get there ~ This cycle of the decade ahead being destroyed by lies over denied truth in the previous 5 decades was first described to me by the Italian Jew “Otto” in the 70‘s ~ The effect on the greater mass of people, when combined with the new sexuality and the new media along with the new finance and the new (sic) global political realities (Snicker) as well as new drugs such as MDMA mixed with Viagra and Amphetamine etc mean as a species we’ve been slowly raising the level of our existential-animus over our intellectual morality in a bid to baffle ourselves and our world with enough total bullshit to bury the lies of our extremely warped past in the mists of accepted reality (Confusion) we allow ourselves to be convinced of as we move forward (sic) yet the reality is it destroys all hope of future human-based truth at all ~

If this current demonstrably dishonest debacle which in part grew from the lies deliberately planted in the past by those running the Masons continues much longer, then the powers that be could almost be capable of selling the farcical return of the incomplete corpse of Mr Jesus H freaking Christ through a big holographic display in the sky from US Military lasers during the same week that ‘ET’ finally makes open contact with us after hiding out underground for 400,000 years while he (The 3 frogs) were pretending to be an omnipotent omnipresent angry invisible Jewish cosmic magician who is wrath with his people’s errors, both because they did and also didn’t do exactly what he’d been secretly telling his people to do since the beginning ~ Gobbledygook? ~

You fcuking wish ~ What’s truly behind much of the Jewish god myth means need people to be well armed with armor piercing cyanide rounds if they wish to avoid becoming a meal for an ‘ET’ who’s been earthbound with space travel yet no true star travel for 400,000+ years while pretending to be the aforementioned omnipotent omnipresent angry invisible cosmic magician deity, yet even so, as true as that sadly is, I’ve not myself written off the idea that the Christ indeed was representative of some sort of physically existing high tech moral order in the galaxy which uses this planet as a kind of ‘DEATH ROW’ prison farm ~

Meanwhile, we’re being set-up as a species for the biggest act of mass stupidity since we existed, presuming what brought Atlantis down was geology and not mass stupidity or war ~ When the human species collectively tells the truth we’re collectively smart, and when eugenically created evolved apes all lie on cue cause we follow a master plan known only to an invisible angry omnipotent Jewish cosmic magi who supposedly prophesies the end of all Goyim on the planet plus 3\5 of all 500+ million people descended in whole or in part from the Norman Zionist ancestors of British Israel England, then those seemingly duplicitous conniving boneheaded media mullet-mouths who now inherit the inbuilt feudally dominant amoral political and intellectual mistakes of Butch’s political masters and the Bishop’s Zionist bankers and Otto’s Illuminati friends and even the Rabbi’s fuhrer (sic) once the whole hidden story comes out if the great day of judgment ever truly occurs, will have succeeded in dooming our entire species as subjugated slaughter-cattle for whatever purpose is really at work in this twisty lying and eventually doomed Prison Planet (sic) world ~

Gee Mr Daniel, are you being sarcastic? ~ Tell us what you really think ~

When it comes to the reality of what’s behind the current Judeo-Xtian sham, those who convinced themselves they can only profit from doing a deal with a god who is really a big devil and\or with a devil who pretends to be a big god, are within their rights to dig up Christ’s incomplete cadaver wherever they left it after his ritual murder, then clone it and kill it again just to make sure he’s really dead and can’t be elsewhere planning some eternal payback of sorts, yet only if they let me either get justice and walk away, or euthanise and float away ~

Fact is, my mom and dad were on song when ‘THEY’ were being sarcastic and they nearly always did it so well that even I’d hesitate to tackle them verbally if they were cranky or not feeling too well ~ I’d say both were pretty damn classy in the way they’d use a simple argument to slip in a logical point which often had no other vehicle for expression, yet still needed to be said anyway ~

So what’s this got to do with an autobiography? ~ Well? ~ “Give me the first 7 years of a child and I’ll own him for life” said some bright ass once, or words to that effect, and in addition to my beautiful parents, an interesting set of Zionist fcuk-ups as listed at the start of this had me for 20 of my first 22 years and you can take my word for it, things went pear shaped for at least 16 of those years because I was pushed way too far, way too young, and with Zionists now it’s almost like Marquis De Sade is offering me a free back massage at half price every time they use any one of their pawns and puppets to screw me over ~

I’m not claiming everything was their fault ~ However, it certainly wasn’t all my fault either ~ All I’m seeing is error (Sin) piled up on top of sin (Error) over and over in the circle of lies that now sustains the world system, all going on long before I was on Mangle’s early IVF silver spoon list ~ It’s almost at breaking point already, and I’d like to remind everyone on the planet we’re ‘ALL’ mortal and we ‘ALL’ die one day, no matter what choices we make ~

That said, if I myself were to act like some of those in politics media and in the occult or political Zionist Masonry who seek my subjugation, or who sought my subjugation in times past as indeed many of those I’ve mentioned above did on their own particular behalf or their master’s endeavor, I’d advise them all that in my opinion I’d eventually end up literally damned down the event horizon as well as dead if I was to do the things many of them do, yet the dead bit comes either way whatever my choices are, whereas the damning bit is selective ~

As we all face the same fate of death anyway, and according to what I’ve learnt will ‘ALL’ see the “LAKE OF FIRE” Christ prophesied to occur after our star soon enough goes supernova to cause it, exactly WTF can I gain by joining them or submitting? ~ There’s no way anyone escapes going through that solar inferno which St Peter seems to prophesy in 2Pet Ch3, which will quickly turn both the fake Judeo-Xtian and Islam paradise and the real Hades built around the life energies of the living into a massive soul destroying nuclear furnace, tho I’m still pretty sure the Christ offers a real rescue of the spirit and soul for most decent people of ‘ANY’ faith after, if they’re found before they perish in that terrible nuclear solar-system wide fire, as well as some of the hypocrites too ~

So, it seems to me that by them continuing to insist I must submit to their droll lying stupidity in the same way as they themselves submit to their master’s droll lying stupidity, if that led to me actually do the things they all do for the reasons they do, I’d still end up just as done diddly done dead as I’ll do if I don’t submit, plus I’d also risk ending up damned too as well which to my mind only occurs if you get a rescue from the post supernova solar fire yet get rejected as a leach and a hypocrite and thrown out of the universe down the event horizon ~

As such, thanks for the heads up on the absurd fcuking world we’re in, Zion ~
BTW, that’s both extremely cynical sarcasm and also a genuine compliment ~
Allowing me to see Zion ‘Warts and all’ early on has given me time to learn ~
I’m hoping the (Murdered) prophets were as smart and\or honest as myself ~
If that proves to be the case, then there’s a genuine reason to have true faith ~
Now if I could only just sneak away without further idiocy or mass fascism ~
Then the world can place it’s bets, and roll it’s dice, and just leave me alone ~

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CHAPTER TEN ~ THE END ~
(THE END OF THE BEGINNING) ~

While not much older by months than that early time with Peter smothering me, my step dad came home one night a bit tipsy and looked lovingly into my cot, saying something like “Boy ~ You’re going to have a good life” before walking off, only to return and pull my nappy to one side and rather roughly penetrate my butt for an inch or so with one of his fingers, then as he walked away saying something like “I wonder why they wanted me to do that?” ~ It felt like his little finger, like there was no spit or lubricant ~ It bloody hurt ~ Right at that time, a presence I’ve since learnt is 99.98% certain to be my (Deceased) birth mom said “No-No-No” with a fair degree of distress ~ My next memory is not the usual kid’s stuff like eating dirt, or having your brothers and sisters tell you that you could dig through to China if you made a deep enough hole, or that the bottom of the cloudy (Muddy) water in the bath was a bottomless pit (That got me) or that Santa Claus was a fake ~ True, a fake like the Judeo Xtian god too ~

Everything prior to 2 was inconsequential silly stuff compared to the next big (sic) memory which involves my step dad being really angry, which as a war veteran happened more often than most of us wished, only this time he wasn’t angry at any of us ~ He was angry at the fascists (Zionist Jews) who’d arranged the theft of my step mom’s child and my substitution, and was also angry that my life, after all, was ‘NOT’ going to be as good as he’d been promised ~
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(What happened to her birth kid? Think ritual Molech worship cannibalism) ~

Clem was ‘REALLY’ really (Really) angry, yet not at us ~ He then said something along the lines of “I’ll show them” as well as “They won’t get away with this” and from that moment on began using every piece of occultist skill his ‘GWM’ (Oddfellow Mason) dad had taught him, plus every single thing to do with the occult he’d learned for himself in his 2 tours of WW2 plus in the Rechabite lodge he’d joined while he was a JP, then began teaching me how to read any differences between what someone’s head and the heart were saying, as well as later to ‘REMOTE VIEW’ from anyone who’s path I’d crossed ~

It was no accident ~ He was very methodical in the way he did it ~

It’s plausible both the Rabbi plus Butch and maybe even the Bishop and Felix helped a bit with the remote viewing technique, however my initial ability to view both heart and mind with occult insight was all down to my step dad Clem deciding to ‘Slip me a little 2-shot ethereal derringer’ (Snicker) while I’d still been toddling, as I’ll laconically describe it ~ It was his way of giving his little ‘BIG-BOY’ (Nicknamed after the atom-bomb) a fighting chance in a world of fascist dildos and frauds which we’re all temporarily stuck in on earth ~

What Clem taught me about looking at the heart and head at the same time and using both left and right hemispheres plus your own heart and spirit all at the same time, would be hard for a wizened old 33rd degree Mason to pull off, yet the first time I’d tried it successfully I’d only been a two year old boy ~

Later, once I’d gone feral I’d decided to only practice (Specialize in) forms of occult which could still be pulled off dead without relying on the ‘Life force’ energies which seem so wrapped up in the Luciferin Judeo-Xtian thing, while once I’d decided to try to pattern my life around the thoughts and precepts within the teachings of the Christ, I’d decided to the best of my ability to make the outside (Personality) the same as the inside (Heart) even if every single fool on the planet misunderstood my motives ~ On top of that, I’ve been doing my best to be ‘RICH’ in what the Christ implied was rich, as well as be capable of taking a truthful position with anyone or anything within whatever the so called afterlife may disclose ~ Then, only ever share that with ‘TRUE’ friends ~

Don’t despise the day of small beginnings Huh? ~ No indeed do not ~

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CHAPTER 11 ~ CONFUSING LAB RATS BY USING PLASTIC CHEESE ~
RANDOM THOUGHTS ON THE VENAL SINS OF CARELESS HUMOR ~
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Two 6 year olds from the on-site kindergarten at the CIA headquarters down in Langley Virginia, a boy looking very punk and a girl looking more Goth than Goth can look walk into the gift shop in the foyer of the building and casually make themselves at home ~ The boy pulls out a $100.00 bill and starts tooting blow off a mirrored glass counter while the other, the girl, opens her backpack and pulls out a big .44 Magnum ~ With a mountain of attitude she says to the lady behind the counter “GIVE ME ALL YOUR DILDOS, BITCH” ~

Assuming she’s kidding and is only acting out some erotic fantasy she’s seen her CIA pimps get into after work hours, the lady turns to the little boy and says something like “Is there anything I can get you, Sir?” ~ The little boy just turns to her with a look of pure James Dean disdain and says, “Yeah ~ Columbia” ~
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That’s up for the worst joke of the decade award for the fourth decade running ~
Wow ~ Molly and Scolder must be so fcuking proud of me by now, you think?

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INTERNATIONAL BANKING ~

There’s this mad CIA mechanic standing on the side of a steep mountain pass in Switzerland waiting for rogue Swiss-Italian banker ‘Umberto Farigginarichey’ to both come and go round the bend ~ Umberto had been innocently accused of swindling some of the Chinese gold Marcos had found which the Japanese had looted from Asia and hid before America had then stolen it from Marcos ~

He’s frantically waving a sign at the car going past, and as well as waving the sign which states in big bold patriotic flashing red white and blue bright neon letters “STOP NOW ~ THE BRIDGE IS OUT” the mechanic also yells at the top of his lungs thru a loudspeaker as the car drives past him at a high rate of speed, “UMBERTO ~ THE BRIDGE IS OUT ~ THE BRIDGE IS OUT” ~

The banker dude in the car then yells back “I can’t stop ~ I’ve got no brakes” at which point the CIA mechanic yells back to him through the loudspeaker rigged into his bridge maintenance truck “YEAH, WE KNOW SUCKER ~ WE FIXED THE BRAKES FOR YOU TOO” ~ You gotta laugh or cry in this world ~

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THE LORD FRAUD ALMIGHTY ~
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A Masonic Catholic Jewish man who’d been a truly terrible human being while alive in the flesh with many heinous and mortal faults along with a lifetime of venal sins including murder rape theft lying pedophilia and cannibalism to his credit dies and goes to Hades to wait in the darkness til he’s called by the lord fraud almighty of paradise to enter into his rest ~ After the right amount of time passes a shining angel that looks exactly like deceased ex Masonic drag queen ‘Danny LaRue’ as well as another angel who bears a striking resemblance to secretly gay deceased Masonic comedian ‘Benny Hill’ arrive in Hades with books containing his every thought word and deed to interview him ~

Somewhat perplexed, yet not quite daring to ever question the ancient wisdom of the lord fraud almighty, the man humbly submits to an exhaustive inquiry into his life, his death, his good deeds and his bad deeds, as well as a revue of every careless curse word he’d ever said from an extremely early age, while each and every answer was weighed on a set of scales against the weight of a feather plucked from the wings of an angel that had died while still a baby ~

Finally, after much officious fact checking and with an overly severe and almost morbid sense of seriousness and righteous religious sanctity it’s decided he can enter eternal paradise, yet only after they double check their decision with the head archangel and chief admissions clerk, deceased Knight of Malta Masonic BBC director ‘Peter Day’ ~ Upon hearing it‘s all fully official and that he can finally enter eternal paradise, the man absent-mindedly says something like ‘FCUK’ and then says waaay too honestly to the cross dressing angel and the gay comedian x divine inquisitor, “I was just starting to like it out here” ~

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ATLANTIS ISN’T LOST, IT’S CONFUSED ~
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Once upon a time in the mists of ancient prehistory, an incontinent aging eagle with a large bald patch (sic) + severe myopia as well as a fading memory from it’s old age was gaily (Snicker) flying high over Atlantis looking for a place to take an airborne eagle-crap ~ Seeing an open field of what it thought was only uninhabited brown Bushland (Tee-Hee) the eagle emptied it’s bowels then flew onwards and upwards to visit the gods in the Atlantean version of Valhalla ~

Unbeknown to the eagle, what had appeared to be a large area of bare brown earth was in fact an ancient Atlantean bear hibernating ~ When the bear finally awoke from it’s hibernation to see bird-crap all over it’s fur, it called all of the other lessor animals to tell him who dared do this ~ First, an ancient Atlantean lion, then an ancient Atlantean leopard, followed by some ancient Atlantean goats sheeps (sic) and various other mythical wildlife and even a few ancient Atlantean ex CIA employees who all looked like highly intelligent dogs and pigs who walked upright (Snicker) and spoke with human voices all offered their opinion on who may have dared to be so god-damned rude to the bear ~

No one could fully agree on who the guilty party really was ~ Finally, a funny ‘Little Birdy’ (sic) in the form of an ancient Atlantean Australian Willy Wagtail appeared before the bear and told him he’d seen the eagle do it, and that was the start of a war that eventually totally destroyed Atlantis ~ PS: If you’re waiting for the punchline to this droll biblical wit, I’m pretty sure you’ve missed it ~

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SHIT HAPPENS ~ ESPECIALLY AFTER BUTT-SEX ~
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An up and coming tribal gay media-presenter with hopes of establishing a career in ‘Faux-journalism’ like the ABC’s Quentin Dempster or Kerry O’Brien, and a well connected yet secretly gay tribal police commander with a gay politician boyfriend who was in charge of the “Team Australia” movement, along with a privately gay banker and a publicly gay lawyer, plus a gay activist priest as well as a gay academic in the company of a well known ex Radio 3AW shock jock pedophile along with a very strange slightly violent bisexual high priestess of the ‘Tribbing Sisters of Congress’ cult were all sitting round a fire waiting for a child sacrifice to finish roasting ~ While they waited, they were discussing what they could do with some trouble maker they mostly referred to as “That Cnut” or else spoke of as ‘HIM’ as if merely calling him by his first name would give them all a new strain of herpes, in addition to the one they all already shared ~

While the child continued to roast over the slow fire, they thought of all sorts of mean evil and wicked things to do to him if he ever fell into their power as they laughed among themselves and regaled their brilliance in screwing over any fool woman or man who’d dared act like his true friend ~ Then, someone considered a mere slave among their group passed around some MDMA x Viagra pills and they all settled down to a good game of ‘ONE-SEX’ which involved everyone screwing everyone else in the ass at least once ~ While they were all busying themselves in this worthy (To them) highly occultist pursuit, the child on the fire was left unattended and was badly burnt ~ Never one to miss the chance for a witty quip, the bisexual high priestess gave everyone great mirth by merely saying “Oh well ~ Shit happens”, and they all went out for a Pizza instead ~

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CAN CARTOON STORIES REALLY TEACH US SOMETHING? ~
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Late one night when the Hanna Barbera writers and cartoonists had all already gone home and Top Cat (Snicker) and Officer Dibbles were miraculously both bought to life by the ‘Magic Bullet’ fairy (Is the joke over already?) along with the help of the Grand Mufti of Jerusalem, a man who later oversaw all Masonic resistance to the 2 jets into 3 skyscrapers Disneyland Muslim terror caper, Top Cat and Dibbles embarked on their most amazing cartoon adventure ever ~

Soon as they realized they were (Temporarily) walking talking thinking flesh and blood characters, the two both decided that as they hadn’t been to Masonic Lodge or to church for a good long while (Ever) a bit of real spiritual spit and polish for their jaded old cartoon character souls would be in order ~

Deciding to flip a coin for the choice of which one they’d attend that night they used a coin Top Cat slyly proffered out of his ‘SPECIAL’ cool cat coin pocket, the one which had two heads on it ~ Then he asked Officer Dibbles to toss the coin and he’d call it ~ With Top Cat not really wanting to go to church on their first day off being mere cartoon characters ever, he called a ‘HEADS’ for them going to the Masonic Lodge and a ‘TAILS’ for going to church ~

Heads it was (Of course) and so Top Cat and Officer Dibbles went off to the official Hanna Barbera Masonic Lodge, which, coincidentally, was held in the same imaginary building where Fred Flinstone’s Buffalo Lodge meetings were also held on alternate Tuesdays each month ~ While at the lodge that night they both received some shocking news from “Brother Mufti” as he was known ~

Brother Mufti was, in reality, a secret CIA operative or agent who’s real name was Myron Swartz, once a Hasidic Jew from New York ~ Not only was Myron not really Muslim, Brother Swartz, or Brother Mufti as he preferred to be called at lodge, wasn’t even a practicing Jew anymore either ~ Anyway, thru his work with the Agency Brother Mufti became aware of a plot by Disneyland to use a large high tech rubber pencil eraser to erase the Twin Towers in New York ~

As the plot planned to use Saudi Muslims as fall guys and Brother Mufti was the first one to write a detailed report on the matter for the White House, he was also brought in on the deal by president Bush and Don Rumsfeld early on, being truly relentless in efforts to fight it for the safety and security of the American people even tho his plan was mainly based around assuming the evil guys over at Disneyland who were producing and directing the whole show would never suspect two average cartoon characters of opposing their secret (Secret) secret evil terrorist plot ~ He launched a massive undertaking to expose it all by using Top Cat and Officer Dibbles to bring WTC 7 down using explosives on the same day the giant rubber pencil eraser was due to take the Towers down ~

That part of the plan worked a treat as it turned out, with Top Cat and Officer Dibbles both obeying their orders with precision, however all the other guys running things over at Disneyland were just too good for them on the day and although Top Cat and Officer Dibbles gave it everything they had, the reality was the US Constitution took an arrow to the balls ~ Sadly, although Brother Mufti swears to this day he was only aiming at the Constitution’s knees with a warning shot designed to protect it’s history of dignity and legality, no one else in the cartoon industry ‘OR’ the Agency has ever worked with him again ~

I swear this is all true ~ I’ll swear it on my faith in Hanna Barbera ~
Do you think Dr Judy Wood will forensically investigate my story? ~

(Top Cat and Officer Dibbles were both recently promoted to their glory) ~
(Gossip in the old Hanna Barbera canteen is the Mufti assassinated them) ~
(In an American inter-agency purge Disneyland also lost Mickey Mouse) ~

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NO BULL? ~ REALLY O’REILLY? ~ C’MON O’REILLY ~ REALLY? ~
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Once upon a time in ancient Atlantis, a sporty old bull was trying to impress his young half sister whom he was horny on by jumping over a barbed wire fence and back again and so forth ~ (They had barbed wire in Atlantis) ~ This he did over and over while thinking about the sweet young heifer just a little too much cause his dcik began to grow and grow and grow ~ About the seventh time he jumped the fence his foreskin snagged on the barbs in the barbed wire and he tore his foreskin right off ~ Seeing the look of horror on the snout of the young heifer when she saw blood pouring off the end of his wounded bullhood (sic) he tried to bluff his way thru, claiming “I meant to do that” then added it was all “My way of making covenant with the ‘Lord Mu-Mu Cowboy’ almighty” ~

She didn’t believe ‘THAT’ bullshit (Snicker) for one minute, though seeing as even though he’d really hurt himself bad he was clearly the biggest bull around for miles, and seeing as she herself was a bit horny anyway, she decided to wait a bit to see if he’d heal up ~ He was a fine healthy old bull and around a week later he was indeed nearly all healed up so their bull\heifer relationship was then carefully consummated, well away from the sight of barbed wire fences ~

To this very day bulls of that breed refuse to mate within sight of barbed wire fences, while young heifers of that breed are still drawn to bulls stupid enough to jump over barbed wire fences while they’ve got an erection ~ Funnily enough their first calf was a bull named ‘ISAAC’ which means “Laughter” on account of the little bull laughed his tits off when he’d heard his daddy circumcised himself while jumping over a barbed wire fence with an erection ~

That ain’t all either ~ Thousands of years later a young bull descended from that very same old bull was sent to the abattoir to be butchered and turned into West Texas barbecue steaks ~ However soon after he’d been killed and butchered, word went round the herd that his carcase was missing so naturally they all assumed he’d jumped the big barbed wire fence in the sky ~ Although he’d never be seen in the flesh again, he surely lived on in their memories ~

I swear this is all true ~ It’s written down in the book of bull’s holy writ ~

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Now are you ‘REALLY’ sure you can’t pick which chapters are true, which are the previous ten, and which ones are mere humor? ~ (This one) ~ That doesn’t mean there’s no truth in this one, or that the others aren’t occasionally funny, yet seriously Zion, how long are you going to let ‘LOONEY TUNE’ media managers try to dissect discombobulate and disseminate untruths about what I’ve written about by simply claiming it’s all merely a sad sick joke? ~

This chapter had all the intended jokes in it, you pompous mental midgets ~

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POSTSCRIPT AND\OR EPILOGUE ~

Remember one man’s zero is another man’s four ~
(A twist on an old Paul Simon song from the 70‘s) ~
(In lying-Zion, one man’s 0 is another man’s four) ~

The hypocrisy of America’s treasonous Masonic-Zionist Jews in claiming that my joke about the punk and the Goth 6 y\o’s in Chapter 11 and the one about the CIA mechanic mean this is all a joke is 2 jets in three skyscrapers short of a functional US Constitution as well as a magic-bullet short of showing respect to whoever you claim a president is supposed to be ~ Anymore of this boring non stop lying thieving murdering and sick international Zionist shtick, especially with American politics and media now making up and also repeating old news stories every fcuking day, just isn’t healthy ~ It’s always the Muslims did this and Russians did that, or it’s the Negro or whatever ~ The reality is it’s lying thieving murdering fascist Masonic Zionist Jew pigs like it always was ~

America is fast becoming the most fascist lying psycho set of turdy fruitcakes on the entire freaking planet ~ Remember, that was the secretly Zionist Masonic Jew CIA American most of you don’t know as ‘BUTCH’ whom I’d seen ass rape poor little 8 y\o “ANNA BEAUMONT” in 1967 a couple months after the Beaumont kids were abducted by Maslyn Williams, before she was coldly shot dead with his (Butch’s) silver .22 auto along with her brother and sister ~

Yes, I’d even said the Italian Zionist Jew who’d torn Jane Beaumont open so bad she was hemorrhaging to death from the vagina was indeed literally Italy’s Mussolini who’d faked his death at the hands of the partisans using the same double that often covered for him while he sometimes traveled to China for 3 months at a time in the 30‘s where he gave Mao Tse Tung his marching orders on behalf of the same financiers as financed Italy’s fascism ~ (Guess who) ~

I’d also remind you about idiots claiming Aussie PM Harold Holt defected to Red China in a Russian submarine after the Beaumont abduction by English Mason Maslyn Williams and after Australian PM Harold Holt refused to let the AFP stop investigating CIA’s involvement ~ So then ask yourselves, who’s the fcuking comedians in this autobiography? ~ Shame on you, Zion, shame ~

You’re just liars thieves and murderers like your god is, and always was ~
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ROBBY DANIEL ~ (C) (R)
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“To post, or ‘NOT’ to post, ‘THAT’ is the question” ~
(Ham, in the Monty Python production of Hamlet) ~
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(That’s in the bible in the book of Genesis there somewhere ~ No-shit!)

“Bound him up with cords, then laid him upon the wood for the sacrifice?”

WTF?
(Obviously rooting your sister in ancient WTF in greater Mesopotamia in the Middle East as the bible records the patriarch doing meant Abram had to leave and go somewhere else ~ Today, according to popular modern myth, you might get away with making your sister get pregnant in Tennessee or Kentucky if the local sheriff is in the same Masonic lodge as you are ~ You might even still get away with marrying her in the great Mormon state of Utah if you’re in good with the Mormon bishop and mayor ~ Yet, even in Uganda under Idi Amin in deepest darkest Africa, tying your child or anyone else’s child up with cords and putting them on a fcuking barbecue as dinner is pretty fcuking weird isn’t it)

Meanwhile, Abram’s common law wife (Slave) Hagar and Abram’s other (Other) other son by her, name of Ishmael escaped, meaning it was one of his other sons of a slave woman who got the ritual barbecue before becoming a sacrificial meal ~

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There’s a basic truth about Jews and the Judeo-Xtian religion everyone now believes in in a totally blinkered illusion, or doesn’t ~ It’s sitting right there in the book of Genesis and might well have directly led to there being no Habeas Corpus for the body of Moses suffering the same fate ~ Moses had been quite the anarchistic troublemaker putting that story in there about Abram cooking up his kid to eat it in what amounts to ritual cannibalism ~ It’s been somewhat hard trying to work out where to put the beginning in this autobiography of mine as it contains so very many ‘FACTS’ which go against accepted norms ~ As to what (Who) really started the massive warp in my reality where I’m seeing things just a bit differently from the average proletariat (sic) merely expanding on the true identities of some of the fascist Zionists who pushed there way into my life may make an autobiography interesting reading, once those who wish to understand the whole story read the whole thing and connect all of the dots, so here it is ~

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INTRO ~
Some very weird things were regularly happening to me outside of the family home in the rugged west New South Wales mining town of Broken Hill by the time I’d turned three years old in 1960 ~ Inside the family home my tough ex working girl (Prostitute) step mom Eleonore and very tough ex WW2 Sargent step dad Clem both managed to keep the fascist Zionist wolves at bay, away from their kids at home, yet not so much elsewhere as it soon turned out ~

My step-mom was pretty important to me ~ Once, when she’d gone off to work without the usual wake-up bye-bye kiss my world was out of sync so I’d snuck out of the house, away from whoever was minding me, got on my tricycle, then rode down the street looking for her ~ Soon getting tired of looking I’d noticed a police phone on a pole, so I’d climbed onto the seat of my trike and started dialing random 3 digit numbers which was what I’d seen mom do, as in you dial 3 times and then you talk ~ “Hello” someone would answer ~ “Have you seen my mommy?” I’d ask ~ “What’s your mommy’s name?” some kind lady asked and I’d responded with “You know ~ ‘MY’ mommy” as if the whole world both could and should know her ~ Some lady, maybe the same one, thought it was just kids playing games yet thought it wise to call the police themselves ~

I’d kept dialing to varying responses, some caring, others baffled, even a few downright rude gruff male responses, one of which stated that this was a police phone and asked me what I thought I was doing, as well as asking me what my name was ~ His questions were not helping me find mom so, of course, I just hung up on him and kept dialing ~ Then “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” behind me signaled I was busted ~ It was the fuzz ~ (Heh-Heh) ~ Thanks to Broken Hill being a smallish country mining town it was soon decided I was Clem Wilsmore’s boy and they knew where his wife worked ~ I was taken to the appliance store she cleaned part time, given stern tho half hearted warnings about the fate 3 y\o boys got from the law for messing with police property, then left to mom’s care ~ She was a bit embarrassed about the fuss and may have even lost her job later that week so I got told off a lot that day ~ However, prime objective located, asset reacquired, little warrior stands down ~

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Life was normal, loud, predicable and safe with mom and dad around, pretty funny or else very (Very) verbally combative inside my vaguely conservative totally non-conservative (sic) step family unit, with a step dad who’d done his WW2 bit in Palestine Syria Tobruk El Alamein and Jerusalem, then re-enlisted to see service on the Kokoda Track and served as a JP for a while after he got home, meaning in that small town world he was the establishment, or part of it, even while his wife worked in the oldest illegal profession in history ~

Most of the things happening outside of that safe place called ‘HOME’ were often immoral, fascist, Orwellian, kinky, lewd and downright wrong evil and illegal on so many levels every time US Govt employees were involved which was more often than Butch and the Bishop let on even to this day, while inside the family it was the only place I’d not had to be ready to fight, and even there my time in the cot was like army boot camp unless mom or dad was there ~

To display what was at times a beautifully boring wonderfully normal family upbringing as well as a life of abject sexual abuse, degradation, + literal terror and brainwashing, I’ll need to swap between worlds almost like CS Lewis did in his fictional political parody ‘ALICE IN WONDERLAND’, relating things that rarely meet in any sane plane of normalcy and never in any lawful society ~

The explanations and human angles to this clusterfuck my life became from the age of two belong at the end of this book ~ For starters, I’ll just start (sic) this as the lead up to the first time I’d run into US Govt employed perverts working for CIA who ran a literal child brothel plus pedophile snuff movie ring for the sake of pure political blackmail, as well as the chance to get hold of (Literally) fresh child flesh for the sicker side of world Illuminati Zionist Molech worship ~

There was serial psycho-sexual abuse from the age of two, full anal rape from the age of 4, and I was prostituted from the age of 5 and experienced 23 murders in front of me by the time I was 13 ~ Twenty of those murdered were children and 14 of those were literally tortured to death (In front of me) with 9 of those kids tortured to death being mere babies ~ This is no lie, it’s merely fact ~

The cast of villains or heroes, depending on the day most days, are as follows in no particular order of importance ~ There was Mom, Dad, my birth mom, my biological (Egg) mom Maria, Felix, Butch, the Bishop, Otto, the Rabbi, the General, Osama “Bin (Son of) Vanstone” and, of course, last as well as least, there’s Captain Adelaide (Me) who’s the one so accurately writing this, as well as a stunningly knowledgeable religious historian and old SS man I’ve chosen to call “Santa’s Little Helper” because he was so fcuking helpful, and Dr Jo-Jo Mangles, who’s identity and whereabouts remains a mystery to this very day ~
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1/ “Mom” IE: Eleonore Sieglinde Hass ~ (Hess) ~ My Step Mom ~
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2/ “Dad” IE: Robert Clement Wilsmore ~ My often patient step dad ~
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3/ “My birth mom?” ~ Unfortunately I still don’t know her name yet ~

+ “Marge” ~ (Maria) ~ Early IVF biological Mom ~ Adolf Hitler’s biological niece is the nicest way to describe her patrimony ~ Except for the day of my birth, she didn’t really turn up in my life until my adolescence, and then stayed very much in the shadows ~ She was small, sprightly, and getting pretty old ~

Never got to know either one of those 2 women, for better or worse ~
Yet Zionists still try to claim they’ve done me so many damn favors ~
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4/ “Felix” as he was known in CIA ~ Literally Prescott Bush’s possibly German born son by another mother other than the acknowledged ex president’s mother, either called with some degree of ribbing “FELIX THE CAT” on account of his sexual preferences by those in CIA with a sense of humor, or else called simply ‘George Herbert Walker Bush’ which was the name he was elected to the Texas state legislature under, the name later taken over by his half brother ~

He loved his retarded niece (?) Robin and was greatly distressed at her death which he was convinced was some form of so called mercy killing (Murder) which he never forgave ~ Great desire to play baseball yet according to him, no physical courage, claiming that was his half brother doing the macho war pilot Pacific thing ~ Felix was also known to some in CIA as ‘Batman’ (Really) for his insistence that things like ’ET’ really existed as in the movie ’MIB’ stating some of them looked like big bats (Truly) as well as the obvious ’Batman and Robin’ bit, while also stuck with the satirical nickname of ‘DEBBIE’ mostly coming later with him getting up to all sorts of deeply gay sexual entrapment stuff covering his half brother the present ex president known as GHW Bush for the sake of his alibis over JFK’s death, as well as also derailing more than a few bisexual Texans who were convinced CIA had JFK whacked ~

In some ways it was like it was in the X-Rated movie “Debbie does Dallas” yet it was mostly the (JFK) Kennedy aftermath that got the Debbie tag, with him being filmed in flagrant male-on-male delicto and that film being used to create flak for his half brother who was trying to maintain his own personal non gay profile, Butch thus being slow-roasted amongst his few real friends ~ Felix and the one most of you think of as GHW Bush were a great double act when their Illuminati fascist bosses got the better of them, which was nearly always ~

Sound convoluted? ~ Then you can imagine what it was like for me at the age of 5 and 6 when both became a mildly confusing style of black-op “Whackamole” with each one involved in my prostitution, while each usually pretended to be the other one in what both often presumed would always keep me confused ~

Rather than politics or the spy trade, they should’ve been doing a Hollywood soft porn movie on the safety and security of the American people, as in some sort of comedy about patriotism like Bob Hope and Bing Crosby with Dorothy (The Bishop) Lamour in “The Road to 911“ or maybe a Police Academy style movie based on the CIA university down in Langley Virginia as it was fighting for American anal virginity against the Nazis, or else something serious and poignant about uppity Niggers and ungrateful American Indian insurgents who got ideas above their station in life by stealing all of the gold once held at Fort Knox, or even a campy Laurel and Hardy type comedy about Zionist Jews and Communists taking over the free world, or just a doped up Cheech and Chong thing about all sorts of immoral Hispanic Muslim people who hated the US cause of inherent freedoms some 18th century Masonic fool among the secretly Zionist founding fathers left within the American constitution until 2001 ~

At the very least they should have been doing an old soft shoe song and dance on Broadway about always acting as patriots ~ Matter of fact, maybe they could have had a hit and called their show ’The Bush boys and their big Patriot Act’ if that doesn’t sound too crude and coarse ~ It doesn’t does it? ~ After all, congress got away with it, so why not the president and his half brother doing it too? ~
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4/ “Butch” who was literally Felix’s half brother ~ He now resides at the Bush family compound in Kenneport Connecticut or wherever it is and was one of the most confusing men I’ve met, tho with an amazing encyclopedic knowledge of every dishonest political interaction post WW2 Zionist fascism used to keep the world on a string like a Coca Cola Yo-Yo ~ I’d been ordered by “Otto” to just pretend I’d thought Butch really was Felix ~ It got very stressful ~ Back in the 60‘s Butch was often acting the hard man\he-man to overcompensate for the titters he got from real CIA hard men, mostly cause of him impersonating his 100% gay 1\2 brother Felix (Don’t know Butch’s [OR] Felix’s real birth name) with the type of believability which could’ve earned him an Oscar in another life, yet only seemed to make fellow CIA dudes crack up a lot on most days ~

Evidently Felix was born in Germany and brought to America young to grow up in Prescott’s dubious care, while Butch was born in America and spent around 12 years growing up in Germany with the detritus of his father Prescott’s Third Reich partners in crime, or at least that’s the story they both sold me, however, with both those two having the same regard for truth that a spider does for the fly it catches within it’s silky web, don’t be too surprised if the reality behind the truth was the exact opposite, with Felix born in America as a citizen and the man most think of as ‘GHW’ being born in Germany, which, under American law, means that his entire 88 to 92 presidency was legally null and void ~

(Shades of President Obobo and a photoshoped Hawaiian birth extract) ~

They looked enough like non identical twins to get away with impersonating each other which was often the case when one was doing the dirty kills act
on various Americans and others (Extreme prejudice) for CIA while the other made a damn good alibi for all their Masonic brethren to go along with, who would all, with reasonable tho not excessive conscience (Snicker) dutifully swear on a stack of bibles that “Their Man” (Men) never left the building (sic) tho to be fair, Felix always claimed it was Butch that did most of the hits ~

Everyone in CIA plus the greater congressional political scene knew of the harsh injustices dealt out by fascist American Zionism to the world via the 2 Bush boys ~ Butch, or Bush #2 was also known as ‘Cowboy’ during his time in Vietnam or as the effective Sth East Asia Bureau chief behind the scenes, then later among some people, known as “Molly” (Tee-Hee) which was a nickname I’d personally given him around 1972, calling him ‘Molly’ and the Bishop ‘Scolder’ because of their basic black-op natures and psychologies ~

That was round the time in 1972 when ‘Butch’ took over Felix’s life full time in America on the political trail in pursuit of the presidency, when he’d gone the extra mile to not just act gay, but to live the lifestyle 24\7 so that the common knowledge of the reality of Felix’s sexuality couldn’t derail a presidential quest with questions over exactly who the new ‘GHW’ was, or more importantly for America, where he was born ~ Felix was the Bush elected to the Texas state legislature and that couldn’t be questioned ~ After the amount of ass rape I’d already undergone in CIA’s ‘FAMILY CULT’ child brothel by that time I’d had to bite my tongue hard not to laugh when he’d sought a little understanding as well as emotional support and consolation at having to play gay for real (sic) to make it in American politics to the highest office of the land in character ~
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5/ Then there’s ‘The Bishop’ as some people called him, who according to him was the illegitimate son of big banker-fixer and dirty deals man John J McCloy, himself an illegitimate Rockefeller descendant ~ I’d heard the Bishop was given his quaint nickname after he’d killed a bishop in the dirty black ops thing over the murder of 11 y\o Catholic schoolgirl Monika Cross in 1964 after pedophilia he’d been involved in with her got a real Catholic bishop offside with them ~

The CIA Bishop was a real lady killer patriot and handsome he-man in his own eyes and was also claimed to have been an army ranger once though that might take some real research to prove after Senator Bobby Kennedy was shot, yet not fatally, by an ex army ranger pistol sharpshooter in an LA Hotel kitchen and literally survived only to then ‘Bite the bullet’ (sic) in extreme prejudice in an act of serious black op bastardry in the ambulance on the way to the hospital ~

Thankfully, the Bishop remained unharmed when one of those 4 jets the evil terrorists hijacked on 911 was deliberately crashed into his DOD audit office in the Pentagon ~ It hit so hard and so fast the plane itself disintegrated so badly it couldn’t be seen ~ According to some eyewitnesses who had photos to prove it, a wing had fallen off the jet in a carpark 100‘s of yards away from the impact site yet the plane was traveling so fast it just flew on ~ It’s simply a miracle of the Lord Fraud Almighty of the church the Bishop was consecrated into that he himself wasn’t fatally injured when the bullshit splattered everywhere after ~
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6/ Next one was known as ‘Otto’ to me early in 1962, although “Il Duce” was one of his earlier nicknames in Italy, + “Donkey Dcik” too if you were on equal terms and didn’t mind taking your own life in your own hands ~ Any joke with ‘BALLS’ in it meant a sure and perhaps immanent certain death where parts of your body ceased being connected to it’s other parts ~ His grandfather was an old Neapolitan Jew known as ‘AVITABILE’ (Evita’s grandfather) who was governor of the Peshawar area for the Sikh Maharajah in 1840-1 during what became Britain’s first great game of rape of that entire area, while Otto himself became an avid collector of Ethiopian gold relics ~ Lots and lots of them ~
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7/ Then comes “The Rabbi” as he was sometimes known to fellow WW2 Nazi SS as they prepared to borrow Europe’s gold by force, steal South America’s gold by diplomacy, and make Africa an offer they couldn’t refuse, all while the English financed Axis ally Japan was busy looting all of China’s gold ~ Rabbi was supposedly caught by the Israelis in Argentina or Brazil somewhere and then hung in Israel back in 1962 ~ That was only a Rabbi-double though ~

Rabbi was gifted in his knowledge of occult and genealogy ~ Called ‘Eichie’ by those who knew him well enough ~ Born a biological Jew in a Templar colony in pre WW1 Palestine, he become a fluent Jewish speaker and also wanted me to learn it too for whatever reason ~ Otto strongly went against that idea so I’d left Rabbi disappointed about it as Otto had more day to day input on who died a rotten useless death next in front of me, or by that time Otto’s double that the Bishop was running had it ~ (Black-op remember) ~ The Rabbi was a Mason like all the other males above and below except me ~ Myself, I’d declined the offer in 1974 of joining the brotherhood on (The) Otto’s advice too as well ~

(As for those who may wish to condemn my balanced recall of the identities and natures and unfortunately criminal acts of these fascist secretly Zionist Masonic Jews who’ve brought so much grief to the world pursuing Zion’s secret agenda, I’m planning on doing stand-up comedy at my wake ~ Anyone got any really good jokes about how stupid I am I’ve never heard yet? ~ If so, plz submit them in advance to ‘Gofcukyournotherfool@Gmail.com’ and if they’re any good, I’ll be sure to include them in the warm up act ~ That’ll help disprove the rumor I’m a humorless bastard with no fcuking idea if my ass points north or south) ~

So anyway, the Rabbi had a great intellect, good sense of humor for a German Jew fascist and was true occultist, a WW2 Nazi SS General, a good teacher as well as a somewhat failed human, however a far greater human than 99% of his detractors would acknowledge ~ Kicked around in various roles, even had one (3) of his offspring born into the British royal family via Princess Diana which you can easily prove by referring to the two photos of a young Eichmann on page 112 of Simon Weisenthal’s book “The Murderers Among Us” and then comparing those with 2 photos of Prince William at age 28 ~ If you’re still not convinced, compare photos of Prince Charles with William and two photos of Prince Charles and Mountbatten at 28, then compare those photos with photos of Prince Phillip at age 28 and then try to work out who’s related to who, cause Mountbatten was Charles’s biological father (Incestuous fcuking hillbillies) and Eichmann was William’s biological father ~ As for the reference to a ‘3‘ you’d better learn what a split blastocyst twin or triplet is and how it’s done, with each separate twin or triplet capable of being implanted in separate wombs ~

Why don’t these fascist Zionists just let me walk away? ~ It’s a mystery ~
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8/ Then there was “The General” (Cunt) known as Peter Day, a real nasty piece of work and Adolph Eichmann’s lover for a time in the 60‘s to 70‘s before he went to the BBC which he’d since completely wrecked ~ A Knight of Malta and hardcore rapist pedophile plus ritual murderer of children, he was often called upon to butcher and cook the human meat (Really) including kids and even the babies gleaned from CIA’s (Many) ritual Zionist murders over the years, being ever in demand for the late night shenanigans at the Timbertop school ~

(Sen Ron Paul’s illegitimate biological cousin or half brother ~ Who cares)
(Enough of a lookalike for each to cover the other one’s tracks = False alibi)
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9/ Oh-yeah ~ There’s me too ~ “Robby” most days ~ There was a time back as this all started when some fools were in the habit of calling me ‘ROBIN’ as if I’d been Felix’s sidekick in a warped type of daring duo crime fighters in the spy verses spy world ~ You could have called me “Electro-man” after Felix had used electricity to mildly torture me back in 1962 or 3 for whatever idea he was told to pursue, which I’m pretty sure was simply to stop talking back to those whom the Masonic Zionist Jews in CIA were prostituting me to ~

Normally my nickname now is “Mr Daniel” now tho I’ve also been known as “Captain Adelaide” (Snicker) in the past once, as well as Robert Kym Wilsmore (On the {Fake} birth certificate) and have also often been known to answer to ‘Hey you’ and ‘Hey shithead’ as well as ‘SIR’ if they’re half serious ~

(Always puts me right off if anyone fcuking calls me Sir for some reason) ~
(What an odd group of assorted asinine mildly illuminated troublemakers) ~
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10/ “Osama Bin-(Son of)-Vanstone” ~ That was the man on US tele from 97 to 04 whom they laughingly called “Osama Bin-Laden“ even tho the Saudi born original got extreme prejudice in the mid 80’s ~ ‘Peter William Vanstone’ as his birth certificate called him, was one of my childhood friends for 15 years and in 1984 was forced to fake his own death via an early morning heart attack after being caught in a pedophile snuff movie sting CIA created just for him, then fell into the big hole which international Zionism creates between the types of crap they sell the public, compared with anything true which they keep hidden ~
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11/ “Santa’s little helper” ~ One of the many nameless elves inducted into the SS during the early German Reich years after Baron Münchhausen annexed the North Pole for the fatherland and put Santa in a display case at the Eagle’s Lair to keep Hitler in good spirits ~ Rumored to have placed a Tunguska nuke in a Portuguese smuggling vessel into London two weeks before his distant cousin DF Rudolph Hess crash landed a plane in Scotland for no particular reason ~

(I’m thinking of writing a comedy called ‘Really O’Reilly?’ ~ Yeah ~ Really) ~
(The number of people who wouldn’t have a fcuking clue is almost amazing) ~
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12/ “Doctor Jo-Jo Mangles” ~ Distantly related to ‘Alby Mangles’ the natural history explorer and also related to ex Third Reich medical scientist and stool surgeon Doctor Joseph Mengele, ‘Doctor Jo-Jo’ escaped from the local stray dogs pound in the capital city of Venezuela after WW2 and managed to enter Switzerland pretending to be the pet dachshund of an aristocratic German ~

MANGLE’S TWO FOR ONE DEAL ~

(If it looks like a Ming Vase, and if it smells like a Ming Vase, then it must be a genuine Ming vase, unless of course it’s a cheap Taiwanese knock-off of a Rembrandt or Leonardo Da Vinci copy that was commissioned by Chinese Emperor Ming) ~

For the record, to my sure and certain knowledge Dr Jo-Jo Mangle’s performed the first successful human cloning ‘BY’ 1974 ~ I’m not saying 74 was the first time he’d been successful in cloning a human, merely that by 1974 he’d been successful ~ Either Butch or Otto informed me all of my old resistance would eventually be pointless once the clone grew old enough to impersonate me for them and the world Zionism thing ~ I’d already seen Zion’s use of naturally occurring doubles like with Felix and Butch as well as the original John Kerry the marine and this fake cnut pretending to be him now (Same one as did the 9th and last baby-torture murder in front of me) to understand the basic culture of total deception that ruled in this world of omnipotent omnipresent omniscient angry invisible Jewish cosmic magicians, yet there was more to the situation ~

Around about 1977 the Bishop told me I’d been cloned a second time, saying there’d now be no chance in hell of me escaping the theft of my entire effort at freeing my life (Reputation) forever, cause sooner or later a “Catch 22“ gotcha moment would come from the hallowed halls of Zion just like it has for all of the other CIA and fascist dudes, and there was nothing I could do about it ~

If and when it comes, Zion, I’ve just spent 50 yrs wrecking it for you ~
Felix told me ‘ALL’ of their plans for my pointless life back in 1963 ~

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To end this section with a joke may have meant all previous bits are no fcuking joke, which they’re not, however even if they are said with such poorly masked cynicism that some people seem to think the temporarily dead ex Monty Python star and part time archangel Graham Chapman had to seek permission from an invisible omnipotent omniscient angry Jewish cosmic magician to beat the devil to within an inch of his life with a rod of iron (sic) as well as stick a stiff rubber hose up his nose til he’d explained what the hell I’d really meant, the reality is they’re difficult subjects ~ I’ve thus tried to approach them using ‘SOME’ of my poorer attempts at humor, however the out and out jokes are in Chapter 11 ~

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IT’S CHAPTER 401-k ~
WHO’S YOUR DADDY? ~

The number of men which Masonic Zionist Jews in CIA tried to claimed were my biological father (Via Dr Mangle’s early IVF skills) was mildly humorous and often kind of annoying in the extreme, if nothing else ~ The woman who was the egg donor was claimed to be Hitler’s illegitimate biological niece or his illegitimate biological daughter, depending on which story you hear ~ So in no particular order they’re listed as follows ~ (Were they trying to confuse me?) ~

First up there was General Adolph Eichmann, who was, no matter what the final story proves to be, the best uncle I ever had although his stories about what had happened to my birth mother the day of my birth were grizzly in the extreme with the usual Zionist-Jew evil afoot ~ Then there was Otto Skorceny, a man who’d castrated Mussolini on Hitler’s orders after that so called escape of his from the château in the Italian Alps after he temporarily rebelled from the master plan the fuhrer orchestrated on Zion’s behalf ~ Then there was General Paul Hausser along with the ballet dancer Sir Robert Helpman, his (Illegitimate) half brother dancer Fred Astaire (Really) followed by a few nameless nobodies like Adolf Hitler and deceased Monty Python star and crowd control expert (sic) Graham Chapman plus some other German Jew Nazis I’m completely unable to remember right now, then finally blaming Captain Erich Topp, a WW2 U-Boat commander who survived until 1993 ~ Now here’s the problem ~ Skorceny and Topp are the most likely culprits when it comes to the fighty-fighty part of my nature, while uncle Eichmann was a likely culprit when it comes to brains, and, lets face it, some days I’m almost possessed by Graham Chapman’s ghost, tho Skorceny Eichmann Hitler Helpman and believe it or not old Fred Astaire had all claimed at one time or another in ‘IN PERSON’ that I’d been a product of ‘THEIR’ particular ball sac via Dr Mangles ~ Zion ~ What a total headfcuk ~

Yes dear ~ Hitler was supposed to be dead in 45 and Eichmann in 62 however both used doubles as did Mussolini and Hess, to escape all accountability and not lead to International Zionism having to answer for their crimes in WW2 and ever since if you have ‘ANY’ idea what’s gone down since the 60‘s ~ Not only did Eichmann Helpman Skorceny Astaire and Hitler claim in person I’d been their biological offspring, both Eichmann and Hitler had supposedly been dead when they did ~ Again, the reality is their deaths were pulled off with doubles and the anti Semitic thing was a big fat Zionist Jew lie meant to keep the world guessing over why the secretly Zionist ancient Masonic wisdom had killed damn near 100 million people in WW2 and it’s aftermath using these secretly Jewish descent Masonic men when they still try to claim they own everything and they run everything and they also know everything and they’ve got the master plan, yet didn’t do nothing worthy of blame in the bigger world politic picture ~

Currently, the blame for me still seems to reside with either Erich Topp or Otto Skorceny or Adolph Eichmann or Adolf Hitler, all four of whom may indeed be very-very dead by now, even taking into account the extremely long lifespans that can be gleaned from living in deep sea bases away from the reach of high energy particles from old supernova which bombard our planet 24\7 and led to cutting the biblical lifespans from 1000 years back to 100 years, along with the proven propensity of Masonic Zionists to fake their fcuking deaths ~

It really does boil down to those four, however here’s the rub ~ Although not the sharpest tool in the toolbox, my step dad ‘CLEM’ was my dad, while the best any and all of the others can claim is to have either been a friend or a fake friend and that’s the current state of play ~ Which one was responsible for my DNA and the bad (Righteously truthful) attitude I was born with and Robert Clement Wilsmore (Step dad) and Eleonore Sieglinde Hass (Step mom) raised until they moved on? ~ Well, who really gives a flying fcuk most days? ~

Anyone who lies to me post rigor-mortis chooses very-very poorly ~
Anyone who lied to me in this life has already chosen very poorly ~
Anyone who kept loyal and stayed true gets out of the fire if I do ~

JEWISH LOVE IN ACTION ~

The first time my step mom gave me contaminated milk at the age of two years old after the CIA had deliberately chemically laced the skim milk powder to get to me in hospital, I’d thought it was just a horrible mistake ~ I got sooo sick it was pitiful ~ The 2nd time, I’d thought she didn’t care and\or was clumsy and these were the specific responses that ran through my highly intelligent little heart, tho the third time, I’d started to (Genuinely) think she really hated me ~

I’d ended up in the Broken Hill hospital in the children’s ward with what they claimed was hepatitis three times, eventually supposedly leading to me getting cirrhosis of the liver, which was all crap ~ It was merely chemically induced inflammation of the liver designed to create a long hospital stay so those CIA scum could better weave their brainwashing MK Ultra crap at night to prepare me for what’s been a lifetime of fall guy scapegoat-style abuse as one thing or another in their never ending world Zionist deception ~ Unfortunately for me, with a German night nurse\sister called ‘Lois Menzel’ in charge of the ward I’d landed in I’d got zero protection, even in a hospital ~ In addition to being the midwife for the birth of my mom’s real birth child, and my godmother, she was also the one who pulled the swap on my mom and switched me for the child mom really gave birth to ~ How fcuking evil does Zionist fascism get? ~

Several times until my step-mom’s disappearance from the stage in a very faked auto accident in the 1970‘s, she’d occasionally look at me with her whimsical tenderness and say something obtuse like “I wonder what happened to the little boy I gave birth to” and while that could easily be taken two ways, as in me no longer being the little naive sweetheart she’d raised from 1957 onwards, she was always careful to let me know it ‘COULD’ be taken two ways ~ She also knew I’d been told by others that I was definitely ‘NOT’ her birth son ~

My Gran (Step-dad’s mom) said to my step dad in my hearing “He’s not your’s you know” as she gave him a withering look ~ I’d only been about 3 years old at that time and Gran’s fresh custard tarts were waaay more important to me than whatever they were talking about, however Gran’s vehemence bothered me a little, tho not as much as her insisting I ate the whole of an apple (Not the core) rather than only the middle bit which was what I’d normally be wont to do ~

When Gran got snotty about who’s son I was dad would just hang his head like a beaten puppy to this formidable 5 foot nothing woman and say something like “I know ~ Let it pass for now” cause he was busy doing something bigger than perhaps Granny gave him the proper credit for ~ Gran said to him about me, as well as to me, “I’ll love him (You) yet not like he’s (You’re) your’s” (Mine) ~

Good ~ I wasn’t his ~ (Hers) ~ He was merely minding me ~
(Again, what happened to mom’s real natural born birth kid?) ~
Think of ritual Molech worship + some evil Zionist fascist pigs ~

SUBMIT, OR DIE? ~

One day when I’d dared imply both Butch and the character nicknamed Otto were ‘Twisted and\or evil’ (Stupid) good-old Butch (Snicker) assured me by the time I’d grown to be their age I’d be just like them, presumably just as resigned to cooperate with the inevitable stupidity of one + one = whatever you’re told it was as ‘THEY’ were forced to be by ‘THEIR’ masters ~ Often feeling free to speak my mind cause the freedom of my spirit (Intellect) was thought to be their future asset of sorts, as well as probably, exposing me to deeper psychological probing of my inner heart mind and soul (Most likely all 4) I’d said to Butch in no uncertain terms that if that were so, then I “Hoped I’d die before I got old” ~

There were times like that I’d just say exactly what I’d felt about things ~
Those who now wish me to obey without question are in a twilight zone ~

It’s not really an insult to those two men to say what I’d said as such, yet it’s clearly hardly a compliment either ~ It’s merely meant to be taken in the context of understanding the big cyclical process of a largely cracked self sustaining self replicating system of feudal subjugation and Orwellian fascist oppression going back 1000+ years that’s doomed to destroy the decade ahead as it seeks to hide the true realities of it’s five decades previous which it can’t honestly justify, in the process creating a cycle of emotionally wounded and intellectually stunted subservient submissive clones working for international Zionism who had all grown up in the same mistake they were propagating ~ Both Butch and Otto had assured me this was the way things were and the way they always would be too, insisting I’d never be able to resist it and must therefore one day submit to it ~

When I’d simply stated “That can never be allowed to occur” or words to that effect, each had smiled at what they thought was my naivety while completely missing the true reason and meaning for that ~ Although each had agreed to help me seek my own freedoms where I’d be able to (They often failed) in my humble opinion they were never too cluey as to why this was so important to me in the bigger picture ~ I’d say the Rabbi came closest to grasping the reality of what he’d helped to create or form, yet he soon got a little distracted in the bigger process of me hiding and back-masking everything I was up to ~

Again, in context, while trying to float the idea of me being a ‘Good kid’ to try to get out of some of the long term Satanic idiocy Felix had told me Zion had planned for me in the decades ahead, the reality was I’d already been very badly stung (Pissed off) with what had happened to my step mom in 61, and as these were all hard core killers, I was most likely trying to sneak right up next to their pocket battleships (Snicker) in the ethereal occultist sense (Spiritually) like a lone wolf raider and put a ‘Fish’ with a delayed fuse into their magazine ~

Sure ~ That’s a kooky thing to say ~ I’m 100% in agreement with you ~

I was only eye level with their groins remember, so it looks like I’d been trying to apply all of the arts of deception in a kind of get even in battle sense, while trying to be the sly fox and appear as little Mr “I’m a good-guy” like they were doing with me, and probably trying to be the sweet kid my step mom wanted me to be at the same time too ~ There sure was some conflicting currents ~

Although I’d once started crying that “Mom says I’m good” when the Rabbi told me I was ‘BAD’ in the sense of the inbuilt capability for dark arts I was meant to have been born with, which was probably true as long as it’s not used to imply I’m ever picking on the meek, again I’d been trying to keep mom safe, stay alive, and not get tortured anymore, on top of get even with the fcukers, so if there was anything to the bad bit, which there was, then advertising it to the international Zionist network would’ve only brought even more grief as they would then move heaven and hell (sic) to try to always suppress or control it ~

Along the lines of trying to warn them off without proving I was destined to be a problem if they insisted on always trying to control me the way they did to each other, I’d tried to assure them that on my own I’d already been ‘Born bad’ and while being capable of what the Rabbi had later said, or already said by that time, I’d also had an obligation to myself and to humanity not to allow what can only be called ‘STUPID’ to ever rule any baseline badness resident within my spirit at birth ~ To me, handing over control of my dangerous heart to men I’d often secretly think of as stupid would entail being led to have a greater chance of waking up dead one day and having lived a completely useless fcuking life with only the decent people ever paying the price for what evil people did ~

Back then, the idea of “Getting even” before I’d died was winning to me, yet how many of these thoughts were post-hypnotic, or natural-born bad from the product of a devious spirit or essence I’d bought into this life? ~ I’ve been seeking to just walk away from them for eight full years now without getting anywhere because of the apparent ‘Control mania’ of an international Zionism that won’t respond to my two offers (Justice or euthanasia) to simply walk away without any further backchat in either direction ~ Surely there’s no way they’ve ever been subtly affected by anything occultist outside of ‘THEIR’ control to ever lead them into this control mania on me in the first place was there? ~

Laugh all you wish, yet these were heavy subjects for a 6 y\o to discuss with seasoned CIA killers, old hand Italian fascists, + the odd Palestinian x German Rabbi (Snicker) yet maybe they knew and were helping me to hide me being bad, or didn’t know it was really true and thought they’d successfully conned me or perhaps their own realities (Egos) meant in the big picture both Butch and Otto didn’t wish to acknowledge how damn good the Rabbi was at being bad, nor in that vein acknowledge he and others around him may have managed to conjure up something seven times badder than they’d ever hoped for ~

Bear in mind both Butch and Otto as well as the Rabbi stated a wish to control the end result, without any knowledge that they’d effectively forfeited that right in the very act of conjuring up something greater (Larger wiser stronger elder and extremely more fierce which is to quote the correct translation of a word the Christ used and was translated as greater yet which can mean badder) than they were themselves, with the Rabbi at the same time imploring me never to allow myself to be controlled by anyone ~ When he then added “Except me” as in he wanted no one else apart from him to control what I was, am, and will be, I’m thinking he was making with the funnies, or the omnipotent omnipresent angry omniscient invisible Jew god (YHWH) YaaHee WaaHee’s other secret names were really “Catch 22“ as well as “Lucifer Baal Wendy and Wanda ” which in balance isn’t quite as bizarre as it sounds ~ Ah fascist German humor = Like the sound of sandpaper briskly rubbed on a newborn baby’s bum, the ‘Catch 22‘ of an entire solar system seems to be in orbit around the fascist Zionism within it ~

Sound like double Dutch or ancient Masonic gobbledygook?
Yeah well ~ All the adults around me often were back then ~
(Except for my step mom and later my step dad too as well) ~
Persevere with me here while I’m expanding the point a little ~

You’d wish it was all gobbledygook and I’m merely a dreamer and an idiot like many have said, yet that’s not the case ~ Most will never know how well the Rabbi had achieved his goal when he and others had sought their own freedoms as they performed all those Satanic rituals over my birth mom’s belly as I’d been forming in the womb, nor have many understood just how ‘STUPID’ the Satanic rituals were on the day of my birth that took my birth mom’s life, nor perhaps how well the Rabbi and others had succeeded in invoking the darkest baddest most freedom loving spirits possible in this modern mostly materialistic world we’re all in ~ The point here is simple ~ Bad plus stupid = ‘EVIL’ and evil is something I’m refusing to be for the goal of gaining my own eventual salvation (Invited into the rest of the galaxy post supernova) in the hope of then being useful and practical to any of those judged to have truly loved me ~

Therefore I’m unable to submit to stupid ~ Beware there ~ I’m not about to disappear up my own anal fundamental in a half baked love affair with my own intelligence badness ‘OR’ ability, I’m merely bearing in mind that the Christ himself considered himself a ‘BAD’ and a ‘HARD’ man, and I’m bloody well determined to avoid either being so stupid being bad that I’m lost in the fire and thus fail to rescue any of those who may have truly selflessly loved me or given their lives for me (There were a few) as well as determined to hopefully not end up so freaking evil and hypocritical I’m tossed out of the universe as a nuisance and a hypocrite who’d led others astray, even if I’d succeeded in temporarily rescuing myself and then my own simply for the sake of my own irrational (Stupid) ego and-or seeking any kind of power lust over others ~

Work all that out if you’re smart enough ~ If not, you’re either unlearned, or you’re one of those ‘STUPID’ people who must never be allowed to influence me for the sake of whatever the fcuk it was that got you so butt-hurt you felt a need for some sort of power over me as an answer to your own bruised egos ~

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CHAPTER TWO ~ US KIDS ARE FROM VENUS ~
ALL ADULTS ARE FROM MARS OR URANUS ~

Think of an imaginary line of disembodied spirits which look more like worms than anything else once the blinkers are off, rather than the reincarnated visage of your great auntie Mathilda or your great uncle Mathias, all well described in some as yet unwritten ancient myth (sic) describing them all heading off into the physical world to find the womb with the right DNA and right maturity nature nurture and life circumstances of the host human to give them expression for the goals said spirits may be seeking ~ No matter what type of live’s they may have previously lived in the human form, meaning these spirits (Essences) may have once lived at a time of very great turmoil or lived during a time of great peace, perhaps as Genghis Khan or even as St Francis of Assisi, they’re writing a new book which has an ending often either forged thru the adversity caused by their own idiocy, or the idiocy of others ~ They may have once possessed the soul of a great lover (Sex addict) called Casanova, or even one known as “St Tightarse (Titus) the Sublime” in their previous life ~ However, as they come out of the womb they chose to incarnate into, they’re all called “Little Mister Innocence” if they’re boys, or, “Miss Pure Sweetness and Joy” if they’re girls ~

If they’re trannies or gender-neutral or gay or merely highly confused politically active metrosexual perverts, then they get to be known as “Mr President Sir” or perhaps “Madam Prime Minister” or even get called “Your royal highness” if they’re of either or indeterminate sex and on the way have to pass through that part of paradise which dead Python Graham Chapman currently haunts ~

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Meanwhile, back to reality, just for those reading this who have such extremely high IQ levels they have trouble working out which bits are 100% true and bits that range between 0.02% and 99.98% funny, the funny bits are the bits that are funny and the true bits are the ones that are true, while the bits that are both funny and not true usually go into politics or end up working for the BBC ~

Kids are 100% innocent at birth, yet according to the Christ the look within a babe’s eyes or the simple thoughts in their minds or inexpressible (For them) feelings in their hearts can make the Mormon Tabernacle Choir sound like a bunch of angry monkeys on Meth searching for a banana in an orchestra pit ~

They may or may not have the ability within either the basic inner instincts they brought from previous lives or from that which resides in the DNA they inhabit or the circumstance of nurture they’re born into to be able to tip the balance of political circumstance towards what their goals were before birth, if indeed they had any (Some do, some don’t) however there are definitely others capable of turning their lives into whatever direction they choose to, though this won’t necessarily mean their highest ideals are reached or their lowest baddest meanest or most malevolent malicious Machiavellian Satanic purpose is opposed either, if either or both are what they brought into this life ~

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Whether I was the mild mannered non existent “St Ignatius the Idiotic” in one of my previous lives, or was better known as “St Snappo De-Boof Whacko” (sic) in the late 40‘s in American professional wrestling, the day I’d first arrived in this idiotic Zionist run world I’d not yet committed ‘ANY’ crime against ‘ANY’ state which in any way justified the American CIA either intruding on my life as a baby nor intruding at any time ever since ~ The influences that shaped my life after birth other than CIA and Zionist fascism mostly ranged from the mildly good up to extremely bloody excellent as follows, even on a bad day ~

A snapshot from roughly 1969 or thereabouts ~ Better than the movies ~

There was a somewhat heavy “Knock Knock Knock” on the front door of our quaint family home ~ As it was a Saturday and no one was expected or really invited I was a little nosy as to who it was ~ Dad said something real quiet, just beyond earshot to a big copper (Detective) who, truth be told, seemed full of an air of self possessed importance and over confidence plus a ‘CHAD’ (sic) of fear and self loathing too if you were good at human psychology and knew where to look, then clearly said “Come into the kitchen ~ We can talk there” ~

Mom was there ~ Safety-check ~ No fist-fights in front of mom ~ The copper got right into his questions so dad casually said “Wait a bit please ~ I’m just pouring a beer” and then offered the cop one, with the guy rather rudely saying something like “I’m here to ask you questions” and then almost defiantly to no one in the room (It wasn’t meeee) “I don’t see why I’ve gotta do this here, you should be down at the station ~ I’m not here to be friends ~ They told me this is what I’ve gotta do and I’m gonna” or words to that affect as he lost his train of thought and a short silence passed ~ I missed something if dad gave him one of his infamous ‘Oh-Oh’ looks he gave pushy people occasionally ~

Dad shrugged at his rather ignorant refusal of the offer of a friendly beer and slowly poured one for himself and mom ~ At this point mom said something to me like “Robby ~ You go away for a while now and let the adults talk” to which I’d kind of moaned and replied rather indignantly and easily loud enough for the whole house to hear, along with a determined look so she knew she’d get a long winded and pointless argument from me, “NO ~ I want to listen to this” as dad sort of ignored me and the cop just gave me a filthy look as if I were merely a cheeky little know nothing rat-dropping, saying something with another look and a few words to mom like “You shouldn’t let your kid talk to you like that”~

I think dad may have reacted to the copper’s intrusion on family business by saying something like “You’re here to talk to me ~ Not my wife ~ Now get on with it” and glared at him for a minuscule moment, let it all pass, then invited him to speak, taking a submissive posture as he leaned back on the side of the kitchen and waited ~ The cop started asking questions about some missing men which he claimed he ‘KNEW’ my dad knew something about, and so did I as a matter of fact ~ At that moment, dad, noticing my interest in the subject, shot me a look which would have given an iceberg a limp dcik and thus let me know to shut the fcuk up and stay the fcuk out of what don’t concern me and to just watch it all ~ This was actually to do with my step dad taking an old service revolver to my high school after hours and sticking it up the nose of one of the pedophile teachers there (Wrong one ~ Should’ve got the deputy head) as a bit of a subtle warning, while the bit with (4?) missing (Pedo) men went down a shortish while before that time, with most of the bodies never being found ~

The cop said “You think you’re tough? ~ Just cause you got a gun?” as dad gave him a quick look of subtle contempt and asked him if he thought he (Dad) was “An idiot?” ~ (He was trying to get dad to admit he owned a gun) ~ Dad then said “Have you got ‘YOUR’ gun on you” and the cop stopped in mid stride for a bit, then lowered his eyes and quietly said “No” as Clem muttered under his breath almost out of mom’s earshot “Well then don’t talk shit” to which mom shot him a look and dad realized he wasn’t supposed to swear in front of the company, no matter who it was ~ Mom was funny like that ~ Then she said to him quietly “You know what you’re supposed to say ~ Don’t start trouble” and dad just took on the hang-dog look as I’d seen him do with his little 5ft nothing mom, then leaned right back and slouched ~ ‘BUGGER’ ~ I’d thought I was gonna get to see a really good argument among big guys ~ Never mind tho, cause what I’d picked up on instead was far more adult and intellectual ~

From that moment on, every time the cop asked dad any questions at all, dad quietly replied with a gentle “No comment” which only seemed to make the cop get more and more frustrated each time ~ It was almost like the guy would be asking “Blah, blah-blah, blah-blah-blah?” and dad would say “No comment” and the cop would raise his voice a smidgen each time then make the questions about the missing men longer and more complicated ~ Then it was “Blah blah, blah” as a kind of statement, followed by “Blah-blah, blah-blah?” and again, glancing at mom scowling at him while appearing to be smiling with her sweet natured rather false public (Working girl) face, he’d say “No comment” and the cop would go right back into the rest of his pitch, which never varied from the same old “Blah, blah-blah, blah-blah-blah, blah, blah?“ to which Clem gave the simple “No comment” answer and each time the cop would get a little louder ~

Finally, the cop made a veiled threat of sorts, at which point dad straightened up his lanky 63 y\o old war veteran frame, giving mom a brief moment of real fear which surprised me at the time, then his eyes went dark for a flash as he looked right into the big 30‘ish detective’s eyes, taking just a measured half nothing non step towards him and mildly raised his voice for the first time ~

“I heard you ~ You made your point ~ You can go now” at which time the cop kind of looked like a little lost boy, made one last (Pathetic) attempt to appear in control as he saw me smirking at him and smiling at dad at the same time before raising his voice in pure frustration and threatening dad with “Big trouble” if he ever heard anything good or bad at all about him ever again ~ Dad maybe said something quiet to himself and, can’t really be sure if he was being sarcastic or respectful cause he was looking at mom as he said it, said something simple and clear like “Yes officer” and the big detective saw himself out as he probably made a mental note to avoid 4 Robin Terrace Hope Valley forevermore ~

Mom was looking so relieved and pleased and smiling and happy and angry all at the same time (Women) as the cop left that I’d asked her why and, rather unusually for her, she just offhandedly said “Oh shut-up” out of the blue with no context or eye contact as she’d normally do ~ Later that day or the next she apologized for telling me to shut up ~ I’d guess there was a sense that a dark cloud with WW3 in it just passed over our house again and not only was there no war in it, there was no storm either, or at least not that day anyway ~

Dad’s advice on coppers from the funny perspective, and the pitiful ~

Later on in the mid 70‘s I’d had an interesting interaction with a big (Big) cop myself which led me to seek dad’s advice ~ I’m pretty sure it was after the murder of Evelyn Jane with a bullet to the back of the head and I’d not been traveling real well after that ~ Bob Jane, her poor father, always stubbornly maintained the corpse in the coffin that supposedly died in a bad car crash was ‘NOT’ his beloved ‘EVIE’ and he was right ~ However, that’s a bit beside the point for this story, tho the reality was she died right in front of me with Butch standing a foot away to my right ~ I’d taken her death hard (Loved her) and hit the booze bad, really bad, ballooning to a very fat 17 stone with 4 inches of gut overhanging my belt ~ My drinking became that serious I’d eventually kept 18 long necks on the back seat of the car Saturday night and had drunk them all (Warm) by midday on a Sunday, then drove 50 miles into the country to the Sunday Trading hotel to get more ~ The drinking lasted up until a fight went down a year or two after that when some fool hit me a few times and I’d lost the plot completely for a few minutes ~ After I’d gotten back from the lock up and he’d got back from the hospital and I’d seen what I’d done to his face (Yuk) I’d sworn off the booze and didn’t touch a single drop for near four years ~

Anyway, I’d gone for a ride up the pub on my Norton Commando 750 and took the baffles out to see if it’d go any faster ~ (Yes ~ That’s pretty silly and thank you for noticing ~ Bill Gates is on the phone waiting to hire you right now to run Microsoft’s new ‘Logical Productivity’ division) ~ Anyway, I’d accepted a drag race away from the lights at the hotel and got about 1\2 a mile away before the cop turned up, siren blaring ~ I’d turned left onto a temporarily dirt road not remembering that fact, thinking I’d easily outrun him on the Norton and instead spun out on the wet dirt road ~ Thing was, I’d been that drunk that I’d not only spun around a full 1 1\2 times, I’d been so damn drunk I hadn’t even fallen off the bike doing it ~ I was feeling pretty happy about not falling off ~

The cop pulled his old 265 Valiant right up to my front wheel so’s I’d be unable to roar off again ~ So drunk I’d had more trouble getting off the bike than I’d had riding it the previous 1\2 mile, I’d been in a happy-drunk mood and was no bother to anyone sane ~ Unfortunately, the big cop found my attitude to be cock-full instead of careless and hit me in the stomach to get my attention ~

Bad move ~

Before his hand had left my (Fatso) tummy I’d hit ‘HIM’ right back in the gut precisely as hard as he’d hit me, no harder, no softer ~ Watching his reaction I’d seen him start to arc up and go into fight mode which was not what I’d wanted so, within milliseconds, I’d then stepped right forward to yell at him up close face to face loud and aggressive, saying “DON’T YOU HIT MEEEEEEEE” and the poor guy immediately looked like a scared orphan ~ Seeing he’d never been treated that way before, it’s reasonably accurate to say I’d just mothered the guy through the next two minutes until his wits returned and he’d stopped freaking out, then he booked me DUI and took me down the local-yocal station ~

That poor big-mug copper’s look when I hit him back and yelled at him was a classic, tho the next couple of minutes didn’t feel good at all as I’d always liked to see myself as a good bloke, which although indeed was stretching a point was still what I’d tried to become to keep my step dad happier ~ I’d started to feel like I’d been a cnut yelling at him ~ He completely lost the plot for 2 mins ~

When I’d got mom to bail me out late that night I’m pretty sure I’d not told her the copper hit me and I’d hit him back, thus sparing her the worry and just did dad’s repentant sad puppy thing until she’d had her say ~ (Couple hours) ~

Next day, a little put out that the cop had hit me when I’d not been in the least bit aggressive or looking to resist arrest, I’d asked my (Step) dad Clem a simple question ~ “Daaaad ~ How do you treat coppers?” ~ His sweetheart side kicked in (He loved me a bit) and he looked me up and down, noticing I’d gotten pretty fat yet was still very athletic and prone to raise any aggression to it’s next level of stupidity if my feelings were hurt or I’d felt in any way made to feel small, then smiled and said quietly “Treat them like children, boy” ~

As usual with Clem, and mom too, it was the complete Reader’s Digest answer that left you to think it through yourself ~ Knowing how dad treated me myself as a kid (Kindly) I’d then understood ~ The memory of his exchange with the big detective was in the back of my mind as I’d mused on his response, then I’d concluded you stay in control, don’t take shit, and don’t hurt their feelings just like he’d done ~ That attitude worked 99% of the time ever since ~

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CHAPTER THREE ~ LOST LIVES ~
(SUFFER THE LITTLE CHILDREN) ~

The Christ said something about tying a large millstone around the neck of any who caused one of his “Little Ones” (Sweet innocents) who were known to him to stumble ~ He went on to talk about casting them into the sea, obviously that will lead to them drowning ~ He said this to a probably initially illiterate bunch of rough uneducated tough Jewish fishermen types who may have been rightly expected to take those words literally, words which are easily capable of being interpreted to be encouraging them to commit an act of violence and\or murder on any such pedophiles who had hurt any little ones special to them ~

It could also be interpreted as him saying that throwing them into the sea and drowning them would be a far kinder treatment than what would happen if he ran into them on their own out in the desert on the road to Samaria rather than what he’d do unto his ‘Neighbor’ whom he spoke of in another parable ~

There are some who think that sex with children of ‘ANY’ age is abominable and others who think the phrase “If it ain’t got hair, don’t go there” applies to the subject ~ Myself, I’d propose (Truly believe from the heart) that merciful forms of capital punishment should apply to anyone who sexually penetrates a child under the age of ten for the sake of either occult or perversion, rather than merely sending them to another archdiocese or promoting them to be head of the IMF or Chief Justice of the US Supreme Court or Lord of the English Exchequer or even merely mayor of New York or Olde London Towne ~

As for sex with anyone over the age of ten yet under the age the law of the land stipulates, full naming shaming and\or prison time applies ~ However, when it comes to what are considered the norms of merciful forms of execution for the sexual penetration of children ten or under, firing squads for victims near the age of ten seems pretty fair to me ~ For any victims closer to the age of three or four yrs old (It happens) I’m thinking hanging them all butt naked on a 100 ft gallows in the public square of the capital city of the state the offense occurs in by tying a 6 ft piece of 500 lb breaking strain Kevlar\nylon cord tied in a noose around their balls, then hitting the trapdoor underneath them so they drop and hang until their balls drop off and they fall to their deaths sounds just ~

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The first time I’d been anally raped was at age four ~ Within a few months it was happening 1 to 3 times a month on average, with me soon being passed around to others in their CIA run pedophile circle ~ Early on, I’d heard ‘ALL’ these encounters were filmed for the purpose of blackmailing participants into cooperating with the ‘New World Order’ as the post WW2 fascism best called international Zionism was later to become known near the end of Butch’s run as head of the largest British owned corporation in America, the US Government ~

The first time another child was raped next to me and I wasn’t, was in 1963 when 2 little 6 y\o’s (Same age as me) were both (Ass) raped right next to me by a man I’m loath to name outright yet can give you a hint ~ He was obviously high on drugs which the glazed look in his eyes clearly gave away ~ He was really rough on both, on both the girl whom he raped first and then, from the look of them and the way the two were so tightly bonded, her twin brother ~

In the house at that time with those running this little child brothel were Butch, as well as Otto, along with two future high ranking Aussie coppers ~ One was future South Australian Chief Superintendent Paul Schram who’d been busy entertaining (sic) the two in a separate room while wearing a bright royal blue clown suit (Really) along with future AFP Assistant Commissioner Colin Winchester who seemed to just be watching ~ The drugged Yank country and western singer raping the kids must have been really wound up because he was being downright brutal as he went about it, rough and very sexually violent ~

Matter of fact, the little boy was crying all of the way through, yet the girl, fire in her eyes, was quietly comforting him during his abuse, telling him in a quiet voice “Don’t worry, it’ll all be over soon“ ~ It was too ~ 20 minutes from that moment in another room both were given a quick death blow with a large knife by Otto, in front of me with Butch watching, then one was decapitated and the other literally fully eviscerated ~ As an extra touch of terror both were washed, clothed, then thrown next to me by Winchester with the comment “That’s ‘HIS’ fault right?” as he gestured towards me while looking at Butch ~

The country and western singer must have got some time off for good behavior from his “Folsom Prison Blues” then fell into a (Pedophile) “Ring of Fire” and, from what I’d been able to gather, was heavily influenced by MK Ultra drugs at the time with the glazed eyes and vacant look as well as the dude who brought him into the room giving him verbal instructions, while the anger in his eyes and his vicious manner gave him the look of someone who’d really been given the full MK Ultra treatment leading up to it ~ I saw him after he’d seen what had happened to both kids (Their bodies) and he was totally shell shocked ~

A sense of loss from never knowing the little girl still haunts me too ~

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There was a young 11 y\o Catholic girl called Monika, probably Monika Cross tho I’m not 100% certain of her last name ~ Butch arranged for mom to befriend her family at the same time the Bishop was screwing her, telling me to try to get to know her real well and to treat her with affection or even love her, which was not too hard to do because she was gorgeous ~ I’d even managed to steal a kiss from her on her cheek while sitting next to her on the sofa (At age 7) and she played a game of outrage and uproar, telling her mom and her mom yelling at me not to be so rude and presumptuous ~ Then, after a minute, she smiled at me sideways and I’d understood my little boy kiss wasn’t entirely rejected ~

Next time I’d seen her I was in a room with Butch ~ She walked into the room beaming as she usually did and literally lit the room up ~ When she saw me she smiled even more and the room seemed to almost glow and pulse ~ Next there was a bang and she was on the floor, with Butch standing there smirking at me kind of arrogantly with his little .22 silver auto in his hand ~ Stunned, I’d moved over to where she was and looked into her eyes ~ I’d understood enough to know I’d never see them smile again ~ A small tear almost slipped out of my right eye, yet with a lot of willpower I’d forced it to freeze ~ Butch said to me something like “It’s OK, you can cry” and I’d immediately thought he was the biggest fool on the planet ~ Even at age 7 the almost-tear wasn’t over Monika’s wasted life or pointless death, it was cause I never had a gun myself ~

I’d literally gone feral with a 220 IQ that week for 15 years straight ~
Some people laugh at the 220 thing, tho it’s people with half that level ~

Later I’d found out that the Bishop had been filmed by Butch and\or Felix as he was rooting young Monika, all for a payback over some stuff the Bishop helped set up involving Felix and Butch + a little African American dead boy down in Linden Alabama, and after Felix and Butch were blackmailed over that then the Bishop himself was blackmailed over Monika ~ It didn’t stop there, cause along with the prostitution of myself, terror-torture murders of babies began, with at least 9 beautiful strong anonymous black babies dying in front of me ~

Butch forced the Bishop to do the first 5 of them (In front of me) by threatening to show film of him screwing Monika to the Bishop’s mother, along with giving the implication that seeing she’d gone missing the Bishop was to be seen as now somehow likely involved in her death ~ The Bishop cooperated, then although he claimed he was an intellect’s intellect (sic) didn’t seem to have enough Grey matter to understand that the chances of him being filmed doing the torture of babies in front of me with Butch standing there running the show was roughly 666 snake eyes out of 666 roles of the dice ~ The man was definitely 2 brain cells short of a healthy intelligent cadaver, yet he often thought otherwise ~

Four other babies were tortured to death in front of me by two other men who were also forced to cooperate, with Butch standing there running the show, the last one whom a ‘John Kerry’ lookalike did screamed for a full 15 minutes as he slowly peeled the left hand side of it’s face back, and then after very little time in between came the Beaumont murders ~ All three were abducted by a part time CIA employee x English cinematographer “Maslyn Williams” from the Glenelg beach and held in a house for two months, raped tortured prostituted and abused, then finally the die day ~ After Butch reamed the ass of young 8 y\o Anna Beaumont, Otto then tore the vagina of 11 y\o Jane right open because he really did literally have much in common with a healthy male donkey, with her screams to this day being waaay too much for me to even try to process yet ~

Little James was face down on a gurney in a drugged stupor oblivious to what his sisters were going through ~ Jane was clearly hemorrhaging heavily and while Butch pleaded they get medical care (Mr Good Guy), Otto, who was Butch’s superior in the Zionist fascism tho not directly in CIA stated that it was pointless as she’d bleed out in 15 minutes ~ He (Otto) then walked up to Butch and said in a gravelly voice “Give me your gun” and Butch said something like “No Otto, they’re only children” ~ Otto again said to him up close “Give me your gun” in a mildly menacing tone ~ Butch said plaintively “No Otto” and then Otto said something like “You are worried about your little friend ~ Do not worry” and then Butch handed his little .22 silver auto over to Otto who calmly proceeded to shoot each Beaumont child in the back of the head beginning with Anna, then Jane, then finally little James, which seemed to crack Butch right up for some not immediately obvious reason ~ Later the Bishop had gone out of his way to make sure I’d been aware that Butch had been screwing little James ~

Flushed and angry, Butch said to Otto “They were only kids Otto ~ If I had my gun right now I’d shoot you dead” ~ Otto walked right up to him, slammed his gun into his chest in an offhanded manner and then said “Here is your gun” as if to imply that Butch lacked the balls and the boogie to pursue that end, if not the brains to get away with it after too as well ~ Anyway after that exchange Butch then kind of looked around the room at all the other guys smirking at him, men who were all armed to the hilt with big .45 caliber auto’s etcetera, then angrily turned to some sidekick and said angrily “Get rid of those bodies ~ Make sure they’re never found ~ And get my bullets back” ~ Not too long after, less than an hour, Otto was holding me over a barrel of acid inside of which was what looked like 1\2 a side of lamb, telling me to do what I’m told or he’d ‘Kill me with his dcik’ and I’d end up “Like those children” ~ Makes you wonder about the sanity of all Jews ~ They’ll never find those Beaumont bodies, ever ~

Later, after Butch promised to me that the murders were over, someone forced Butch himself to slowly cut up 5 older aboriginal kids in slow torture deaths in front of me, screaming til they went into shock & bled out ~ You can assume all revolved around him being filmed with little James by Maslyn Williams who was the one who abducted them and held them captive for 2 months, or even with Anna Beaumont that day tho that’s less likely as Musso would never have so much as allowed cameras near him even taking a dump ~ Earlier on a few yrs before when I’d asked Butch why he didn’t carry a bigger gun like other guys he’d somewhat defensively stated it was cause he didn’t need a bigger gun, he was smart enough to get by with a small one ~ Anyone who believed that one would also be interested in growing mushrooms on the moon commercially~

In the context of being that smart it needs be noted that while Butch must have known Maslyn Williams was a professional cinematographer and therefore the likelihood of him being filmed with little James was high, it needs also be noted he may have been trying to entrap Musso and perhaps Rumsfeld thru walking straight into the minefield such a position in a black op is, then getting them to follow him in and lose to the larger picture ~ However to have then left little old me without any justice all these 47 years on from witnessing all the Beaumont deaths is also, eventually, gonna be an eternal loss for them as well as him, in effect meaning ‘DAMN’ each and every one of them Zionist suck-cockers ~

(Um ~ Seriously ~ Damn them down the galaxy’s black hole event horizon)

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PLAUSIBLE (Demonic) PROBABILITY ~

As to why Zionist fascists were so into tortured human flesh? ~ According to them it was because the meat contained high doses of endorphins and literally gave them a high when eating flesh containing high levels of endorphins, or at least that’s what they said ~ “Santa’s Little Helper” later disputed that, saying he’d eaten flesh tortured and flesh not tortured and he’d found no difference ~

All of the other fascist Illuminati Jews regularly laughed at “Santa” behind his back and chose to ignore most of his saner perspectives because, just like his lookalike cousin (Snicker) Deputy Third Reich Fuhrer Rudolph Hess, “Santa’s Little Helper” had Syphilis and they always assumed the slightly insane gleam in his eyes meant he was stupid ~ As to why they were black? ~ Well that was because they were a politically dis-empowered race ~ Their moms couldn’t get anyone to listen to them about ‘THE REAL’ story of the stolen generation ~

So RIP Timbertop ~ The shame of all the Australian and British Masons? ~

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Suffer the little children ~ Always suffer little children ~ Make them scream ~

However much the idea of suffering is painted as being of a positive benefit to those who gain character through it, that’s normally implied by someone other than the one who actually did the suffering ~ My early toddler life was indeed pretty crap because of suffering the moment I was outside the family home, albeit pretty rough and ready (Normal) within ~ Much (Much) worse was to come in the form of CIA murders and Zionist sexual-death murders alongside ritual Illuminati torture murders of babies and kids in front of me outside of the family home in those years, plus more than a few older victims even after the shortish 7 year period described above ~ Yet within what to me was nearly always what the church may have once called ‘Sanctuary’ in the old days, the safety ability and true right to have hold and express any dissenting opinions whatsoever was sacrosanct ~ Sure you’d get an argument or 2 or ten or more, only very strictly verbals 99.99% of the time, and they all conducted within an almost chivalric set of rules regarding the rights of the winner and loser ~

Regarding the rights of those who ‘LOST’ in the hardball hardcore black op bastardy Zionist fascism was using CIA to run on me outside of the safe step family environment, there were two rules ~ The first rule was there were no fcuking rules whatsoever no matter what the fascist Zionists told you there was, especially if you were a kid, and the second rule was, if you’re me, once you finally have no heartbeat Zion has to leave you alone eventually ~ That’s still the case by the way, as in, once you’re dead, Zion has to leave you alone unless you fate yourself to cross over to paradise as a fool and give their ‘GOD’ (sic) all of your energy by lowering your spirit to it, or fate yourself to land in Hades and get stuck as a victim to anyone else there as a predator seeking victims ~

Regarding earthly mortal remains insofar as far as what went down with those victims I’d witnessed by 1970 including the 14 kids tortured to death in front of me by the time I’d turned 13 in 1970, as well as the bodies of the other 6 who had also died in front of me tho not from outright ritual torture, none of those got much consideration ~ Some very weird stories filtered down to me from Butch and the Bishop and Otto and others about what really happened to their innocent butchered cadavers after they were finally dead and it ties directly into stories of what “The General” was eventually performing at Timbertop too on behalf of the high born Masonic and fascist Zionist elite of the world ~

Those stories revolve around something very few people understand about the hidden workings of real world Zionism ~ If you’re thinkers, grab a bibles and look for the following scripture in Genesis ~ “And Abram took his son, his only son Isaac, bound him with cords, then laid him on the wood for the sacrifice” ~

Then, look up the ‘OT’ bit where it says “Solomon built altars to Molech in Hinnem Valley for the sacrifice of children” ~ Those altars had bronze hands that were heated with a fire under them until they were as hot as a frying pan, then babies and children were placed into the hands bound with cords, where they would obviously scream until shock took over and then they’d all slowly cook in their own juices until the sacrificial meal was ready ~

Look up the part where the evil Saul of Tarsus advises the early church that with regard to eating any “Food offered to idols” as the phrase goes in scripture and as the situation is described above with both Abram and Solomon, with Saul saying each believer in ‘THE LORD’ (sic) should “Follow their conscience” as he tries to imply that it’s ‘OK’ to eat that shit if you think it’s OK to eat it ~

A few disingenuous souls of Judeo-Xtian belief may try to fob you off with all sorts of explanations if you’re gullible, yet then you get to the missing children which the Aramaen Jew Herod had the Romans kill for him, and you also have no habeas corpus for the bodies of Moses, Elijah, the bottom half of Isaiah, plus the missing cadaver of Christ ~ You have the first martyr Stephen in the second book of Acts bravely witnessing that the Jews were “Molech worshipers” and then he was stoned to death and his body disappeared too ~

Perhaps some of you will get the point, tho most sadly won’t ~ “Liar thief and murderer from the beginning” the Christ called his people’s god, and once you take in the story of Egypt’s firstborn all dying (Invisible cosmic magician?) at the hand of their ‘GAWD’ (sic) who then advised the poor Israelite slaves to borrow the gold silver and jewelery of their supposed oppressive slave masters (Yeah right ~ Masters always lend their gold silver and Jewels to slaves) then you’ll begin to realise nothing is what the secretly Zionist Masonic controlled Judeo Xtian religious doctrine has told you ~ The reality is when the Christ stated they were of their father the devil and he was a ‘Liar thief and murderer’ from the beginning, he was actually really referring to the entire 12,000 year history of Semites from whom Jews descended and control to this today ~

You will, of course, remember, the Christ also was a Jew, not an Xtian ~

With what I’ve already learnt about fascism myself in these previous 55 odd years, and Jerusalem AD was just (Very) like Nazi Germany in the 1940‘s only more so, people underestimate how much of a hard man the Jew called Christ really was to have ever dared to question the status quo of even the rulers of the religion of state which, as the high priests and elders showed from their biblical dialogue over whether Christ’s popularity would result in the Roman military crushing their state (Rome was under Jew control at the time) he was thus always staring death right in the eyes the moment he started to dissent ~

(All the Julian Emperors descended from Solomon’s 1200 offspring)

I’d have crossed the road 1\2 a mile away and walked thru a rabble platoon of very drunk Roman soldiers to avoid walking past that hard bastard on the street of Jerusalem back in those bad old fascist days cause I know I’d have felt him coming in the bad-ass sense a mile away ~ In balance, there’s some chance I’d have also silently snuck up behind him to listen to him while he preached to the idiots (The sheep) tho I’m also kind of certain from what I’ve learnt thus far about ‘REAL’ spirituality and occult that any time he got to a point that either exonerated or condemned me, he’d have turned around and drilled me right between the eyes with that hard man stare I’m positive he’d have had ~

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Much of my present (Unchangeable) attitude to the Christ and what he really is was and will be, was pretty well built into my inner nature by my dear step mom by the time I’d turned seven, telling me he wasn’t what religion says he was and often not even what they say he said he was ~ The one I’ve mysteriously chosen to nickname “Santa’s Little Helper” (Snigger) filled in larger gaps of knowledge which any true thinking man would have about omnipotent omnipresent angry invisible cosmic magicians (sic) supposedly being what the Christ referred to as his ‘Heavenly Father’ by the time I’d turned around 22 yrs ~ The true story is something few have heard even in part ~ Most don’t even want to know ~

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One day around 1964 I’d returned home after Sunday School where one of the younger pedophiles turned up asking about me as some silly little helpful girl pointed me out ~ I’d then declared to mom in my little hard-boy way with my hands on my hips (Snicker) to let her know the decision was final and couldn’t be altered even by royal decree “I’m not going to Sunday School no more mom” and she just turned to look straight at me (I’d read her mind and knew she knew it was pointless to argue once I’d got my mind made up) and said “Okay boy, that’s your decision” ~ Thus began a very critical 15 year anti Christian period in my life ~ Before “Santa’s Little Helper” was to wake me from my dreamlike intellectual and spiritual slumber (Nightmare) in a kind of crossover point early 77 then onto 1979 where’d I’d gone (Deliberately) waaay too ‘WALLY’ in the opposite religious direction, I’d become so damned foul in my anti Christian stance that I’d once caused an old school chum to quit a job he’d driven 600 kilometers overnight to start in that morning (Really) when he’d merely made an understandable mistake of asking ‘ME’ “Where’s the nearest church?” ~

My honestly stunned response of “WHY?” as in nobody had died that day and nobody was getting married, so what the hell would he want a church for drew a defiant reply “IT’S SUNDAY ~ I-WANT TO GO TO CHURCH” ~ I’d then immediately called the rest of the construction site over, saying “Hey boys ~ Come here ~ We got a Christian” as I’d literally spat the last word out ~

Guess there was no way of him knowing many of my early and mid childhood rapists were literally priests of both pedophile Catholic pedophile Protestant and pedophile other persuasions as in the odd Rabbi or two and I sure did turn my often acidic humor on him with all guns blazing, showing no quarter or mercy to him at all ~ What I was saying was indeed pretty fcuking funny and the guys from the work site were in stitches ~ He was literally crying after 20 mins as all the other guys, laughing at my (Pretty sharp) wit for the previous 15 minutes all started to look sad, saying “Come on Robby ~ Let him go ~ He’s had enough” only I was only just beginning to warm up so I said “Nah ~ He’s a Christian ~ He deserves it” ~ Within another 10 mins he’d handed in his notice and was off on the 600 kilometers back to Adelaide and I’d felt pretty damn good about my morning’s effort ~ Those early pedophile priests Xtians and Rabbi’s sure have a ‘LOT’ to answer for when they cross my path in Hades or anywhere else ~

They will too ~ Sooner or later their fake paradise will fall and fall hard ~

Til then, their god sits in Hades selling paradise as a Ponzi scheme cycle where you give him everything you’ve got and he gives you back a few % he’s busy stealing from new converts and the newly deceased who’d died before anyone bothered to tell them the hidden bits ~ All you’ll ever find in paradise is one of those fake Hollywood film set street-front facades ~ You’ll believe it’s a street cause in the movie that’s what it looks like and in the movie everyone acts like it’s a real street ~ Yet the truth is it’s built on delusions of the dead sustained by stolen energy of the deluded living ~ Eventually the number of live humans will drop below a certain point after the genocide Zion is plans (Already planned) and then it’ll be unable to sustain it’s cycle itself anymore and there’ll be a mass walkout into the greater Hades state of consciousness where all shibboleths are all questioned and truth isn’t easily suppressed ~ The standard biblical Xtianity ‘LOVES’ that phrase they use known as “Great falling away” only don’t ever let yourselves be fooled anymore, fools ~ (Snigger) ~ It’ll only be a walk off by people who finally realise they were all conned by light-giver Lucifer ~

Later on, post the supernova which will fulfill 2Pet Ch3, what’s in Hades with all of it’s purgatory and perdition as well as what’s left of paradise with all of it’s pompous angelic fake street-front saints and Ponzi schemes will all turn into a roaring nuclear magnetic furnace, a a lake of fire as the Christ put it ~

At that point, you’d sure want to believe the real Christ’s offer was true cause there’ll be squat else you could do ~ Within his parables he claims he’ll watch, so I’m hoping in my small way that on that day (Those days) those like him for real who are 1000 light yrs away yet still aware of our plight won’t leave us to an otherwise certain unavoidable fate of eventual destruction or rather eventual annihilation ~ There’s more than some likelihood if a true rescue happens it’s going to come for those in Hades (More truthful place) first rather than for those in a fake paradise anyway ~ That’s what I’ve placed my very aware faith in ~

Not really a situation you’d want to fcuk around and be false in, is it ~

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CHAPTER FOUR ~ GET-EM YOUNG ~

Starting in the Broken Hill hospital in 1959, the ongoing digital penetration and drugging with real world MK Ultra style drug-based hypnotic eschatology along with emotional conditioning and intrusive physical stimulation to distract the mind, plus the use of Amphetamines for a fake angelic high to create a feeling (Deliberate deception) of there occasionally being angels in the ward at night began, angels which were really only lowlife CIA employees skilled in various hypnotic drugs and in repetitive hypnotic commands and suggestions ~

TEAM TWO OR THREE HYPNOSIS ~

One of the techniques they used right from the beginning was where they’d sow a question under the effect of the drugs on one night, then give you an answer to the question under the drugs on the next night, then skip a day and on the third night whether under the drugs or not, they’d lead you into a big-prick logic trap with a trick question based on the previous nights ~ That was often how they’d try to involve me in elements of CIA run terrorist activity in the 70‘s 80‘s 90‘s and 00‘s etc ~ That’s all very fine and you may say ‘BOO-HOO’ and so on, yet I’d only been a 2 to early 3 y\o child at the time it started ~ These are the first Jews I’d ever met using those repetitive drug based hypnotic suggestions along with what was at first mere digital sexual assault ~ That was (Is) pretty damn illegal even in today’s post 911 modern world, yet it’s what employees of the self professed greatest nation on the planet (America) were doing ~

The Zionists in CIA were literally trying to create a false eschatology in my young mind with drug based hypnosis and fake hypnotically induced angels who were only CIA turds pretending while I’d been drugged, with the long term goal of controlling my mind for dirty politics in what has since proved to be a world wide highly organized never ending shill, as well as perhaps hoping to use me to turn people against the Christ as well as Xtianity ~ I’ve little concern for the latter as the old Judeo-Xtian Zionist (Invisible) ‘Cosmic magician’ god cult crap is as virulent a cancer on humanity’s ass under Masonic control as the so called opposite of Pagan Tribal Satanism now is, especially as that’s also run by the same evil Machiavellian mostly Masonic Zionist Jew devils, however I’d learned long ago from “Santa’s Little Helper” that as for the (Murdered) Christ himself, he was indeed the real deal as a top level full on caring constructive hard core true anarchist ~ I’d hate to think I’d been successfully used to cause harm to the purposes of such a giant of an intellect as well as such a giant of a human heart and spirit, as in a truly decent loyal tough smart honorable man ~

There were lots of times I’d known what they were doing (Trying to do) since 1960 yet, there was one small moment in 1961 when I’d had a big epiphany of some sort ~ I’d been standing on my own in a field ~ All of a sudden this really powerful, dangerous, somewhat benign (To me) presence surrounded me with a mellow kind of light around me for hundreds of feet high ~ A voice said to me (I was four) “You’re in a ‘LOT’ of danger ~ You have to let me help you” ~

I’d replied offhand “No I don’t” as it was in my mind from birth that for some reason I don’t ‘HAVE’ to do anything I don’t want to ~ That’s a view which was also reinforced by mom, dad, Felix and the Rabbi too ~ A bit put out, this real angel or whatever it was, perhaps a live human doing some crazy-ass high level kabala occult, or a deceased oldie from the days of hardcore saints and prophets of yore, or even a bonafide real world archangel cosmic spirit that was once one of those 36 ft tall Adamic Luciferin race, or even a mellow devil (sic) said to me “This is really serious ~ You’re in a ‘LOT’ of danger ~ You have to let me help you” to which I’d replied “No ~ I don’t ‘HAVE’ to do anything” ~

Finally, whatever it was tweaked that I was only expressing self determination and then said something like (Literally) “Ask me anything you want ~ I’ll prove I’m real” ~ Thinking quick, remembering that bit from Sunday school where king David lays the fleece out twice and challenges the angel to make it rain everywhere but on the fleece, and the next night make the fleece wet and the ground around it dry, I’d wanted to ‘SEE IT FIRST HAND’ with my very own eyes cause my suspicious little mind was thinking of people tricking king David with some watering cans (Really) or merely swapping fleeces on him ~

Being a little prick at heart, I’d said to this angelic-type of whatever it really was presence “OK ~ Make it rain down one side of the street” and whatever it was said “Yes” ~ Then I said “Make it not rain at all down the other side of the street with the sun shining up to the center of the white line too on the side where it’s raining” ~ “Yes” said the angel thing (Really) sounding a bit bemused ~ Then I said “The rain has to be right down the middle of the white line of the road” as in dry on one half of the white line, then a wall of rain right up to the middle of the other half where the sun shone ~ “Yes” said the spirit ~

“And it’s gotta be really big raindrops” I said ~ “Yes” said the shiny presence as a hint of mirth crept into it’s countenance, and then (Being the little prick) I’d said “And the drops aren’t allowed to splatter onto the dry side!” ~ I’d thought I’d set this spirit an impossible task, though, I was nearly proved wrong ~

“That’s ‘REALLY’ hard” said this being ~ “You said ask you anything” and it just said “I’ll try” ~ A week or so after that, near the Unley Town Hall, mom and two of us kids were going to do the vegi shopping when I’d noticed a huge low black cloud right over the town hall ~ It was dry on our side of the road and almost literally raining a wall of water down to the middle on the other side of Unley road from where mom had parked our crappy old Morris Oxford car ~

As we got to the center of the road I stared in near amazement at the white line, because the rain was (Literally) only falling on one side of the white line where we stood, which was the side we’d come from, with the sun shining from the west right up to the middle of the white line where it was pouring with rain ~

(Straight lines in nature are very rare ~ This was one hell of a rare day) ~

Remembering I’d asked for ‘HUGE’ drops of rain and no splatter onto the dry side I’d stopped near the center and stared at the drops of rain ~ They were ‘LARGE’ with a capital ‘L’ and when I’d looked, only the merest hint of any splatter onto the dry side which dried a second or so after it touched it showed, which was a pretty good trick once you realise that a white line was only about five inches wide and a quick peek in both directions allowed me to see this freak inverted weather pattern went as far as I could see in the conditions ~

It was a very-very hot day and the road was very hot from the sun shining on it all day so that explains in part the inversion and quick-dry minor splatter, yet that was near three weeks prior when I’d been having a little (Imaginary?) chat about the need for avoiding danger and about things I knew were very rare in the weather, all with what could be called an apparently empty yet shining space of thin air with accurate predictions who stood a few hundred feet high ~

Anyway, while watching the line almost in a trance I was thinking to myself “That’s pretty close” when mom jerked my hand cause I’d been pulling back on the rainy side merely to stare at the white line as she said to me “C’Mon ~ We’ll get run over” ~ Once over the other side of the road under the shop awnings, my ears popped really bad (Low pressure from a massive inversion) and I remember saying to the angel within my heart with a bit of childlike fear “Stop it ~ You’re scaring me” just before the entire pattern broke up and the rain came onto the dry side of the road we’d crossed to and then the sun and rain both spread to be all of a mish mash within half a minute over both sides of the road ~

(Must have been a really neat set of multi-layer millimeter perfect inversions a few hundred feet up in the clouds and, judging from the position of the early afternoon sun, some nifty double inversions in high cloud a few thousand feet up and 10+ kilometers to the west, to block the sun on the eastern side of the road right down the white line for the few minutes that it lasted ~

To say that ‘ANGEL’ caught my undivided attention is an understatement ~
Whoever (Whatever) it was, I guess a big childlike ‘Thank you’ is in order ~

From that day on and right up until now, anyone trying to bluff me out with occult or fake me out on spiritual matters effectively pushes a mountain of smelly runny shit up a steep hill using a holey fire hose with no water in it ~

Whoever or whatever it was, it was pretty damn accurate ~ A few weeks after that around a mile and a half from where this thing with the rain occurred, our car was deliberately rammed by an old Chev with lead in the chassis and a souped up motor ~ We were airborne for 20-30 feet according to the copper ~

I’d seen the car travel slowly a couple hundred feet away when mom had started to carefully cross Unley road from a side street, then when she was halfway across the road (A few seconds) I’d looked and this evil bastard was hunched over the wheel with an evil look in his eyes and was aiming right for us ~

Dad (Clem) must have told mom about how acceleration injuries of an adult hitting a kid through a side impact were often fatal, or she’d worked that out for herself somehow ~ At the last moment before impact she grabbed my head hard and slammed my head and whole body forward into the dash (Ouch) but at least it got me out of the way when the side impact accelerated the car into her from sideway on ~ I’d heard the ‘THUMP’ and a groan as she hit the passenger door behind me and must have got hit again when the car hit another car off the side street on a ricochet, cause I’d then been knocked unconscious myself ~

When I came to, mom was half conscious and moaning with the ambulance and the coppers both already there, certainly the coppers were ~ I ran up to the man who hit us and started beating on his legs with my little 4 y\o fists, saying “You hurt my mommy ~ You hurt my mommy” to which the fcuk just growled at me with enough ferocity to make me start crying ~ The cop who was there said two things understandable and one thing weird ~ First, he arced up big on that piece of human feces who rammed us, saying “You leave that little boy alone” and then “Wait till we get you back to the station” ~ That took the cock right out of his cockiness and he looked (Rightly) very-very scared indeed ~

Then the copper said the strange (Weird) bit which caused me to understand, and then react to the car having lead in the chassis and a three liter rover motor in place of the old 800 cc side valve engine Tin Lizzy Chev’s originally came with from the factory ~ Working out what it all meant, lining it up with the look of pure evil intent I’d seen on his face from 30-40 feet away prior to impact the pieces fell into place ~ The cop said ‘WHAT ARE WE GONNA TELL HIS DAD ~ WE SAID WE’D LOOK AFTER HIM ~ WE LET HIM DOWN” ~

I could see that the dad thing carried a bit of weight in that small backwoods town called Adelaide, known colloquially to some Australians as the city of churches ~ (Or WW2 fascist ratlines and their serial pedophile pets) ~ Anyway it was definitely a deliberate ramming meant to kill me and\or hurt mom or perhaps at least put me outside of the family home, which it did ~

That ‘Angel’ that warned me of the immanent danger 3+ weeks beforehand was a mystery ~ I’d never forgiven it or trusted it for not making the entire incident not happen ~ It might have been an angel ~ It might have been a devil too once you can balance it all out ~ Seriously ~ That so-called ‘ANGEL’ might have been Lucifer’s buddy ~ After all, like they often say, not everything that glitters is gold, is it? ~ Or as the Christ once said “ If the light that is in you be darkness, how very dark it shall be” ~ An angel or a devil? ~ What the hell was it? ~

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Chapter Five ~ The black-ops Boy ~
(You’re in a lot of trouble now, kid) ~

Unfortunately, I was fostered out while mom was either still in the hospital or when she was recuperating after she got out of hospital and that’s when the full blown ass rapes started along with the straight up outright murders which got to 23 by the time I’d turned a mere 13 years of age ~ During those few months of being fostered, mostly late at night, I’d be drugged and taken to some place and literally raped ~ During that first week of being fostered with an evil bitch in the Adelaide suburb of Mitcham there was also the shooting deaths of what to me were two nobodies whose lives were taken merely to try to impress me ~

The first time, “Butch” just stood there and kind of strutted and smirked while standing in one place after he shot the guy, as if to say something like “Well, what do you think of that?” ~ Truth be told, even tho only four at the time I’d just started laughing because, to me, it seemed as if Butch was trying to act tough and I’d only been four ~ I’d spent my first 3 1\2 years growing up with my step dad who was a ‘REAL’ ex army tough and who was no fool and no fake, although unfortunately friction between him and my step mom led to mom leaving Broken Hill with five of us kids to head to Adelaide in the first place ~

Within the week of that first shooting death which the US Taxpayer funded for the safety and security of the America Yada-Yada (sic) supposedly because I’d said “I don’t care” (In comparison to my mom getting hurt) when he’d asked me what I’d thought about the dude he’d killed the first time, another middle age nobody (To me) was shot dead by Butch in front of me, yet this one was much much more violent ~ Remember I’d only been four and should not really have normally (sic) been under such pressures and I knew that ~ The second one was forced to kneel in front of Butch, and before he did the guy was moaning in a high pitched whiny voice “You’re going to kill me ~ I know you’re going to kill me” to which Butch had replied “I’m ‘NOT’ going to kill you damn it ~ Kneel down” and when he did, he just shot him in the throat and the guy dropped ~

I’d just looked at him (Butch) deadpan, not feeling the need to explain that with my mom in hospital it mattered zero to me if he’d executed 20 fcuking nobodies in front of me all at the same time ~ The guy was laying on the floor making a pretty fcuked up rasping noise as he was breathing and bleeding through the hole in his throat ~ Then, after around 2 to 3 minutes of him making that rasping noise I’d said to Butch “Stop him making that noise” and Butch said something simple like “Sure” and then leaned over and shot him in the head ~

Then, walking over to me, Butch said “He’s dead now kid and it’s ‘YOUR’ fault” with a large emphasis on the word ‘YOUR’ in his sentence ~ At that time right there I’d realized I was in deep shit with some pretty big stupid acting like it was lord and master of my life, yet still the anger I’d felt over my mom being hurt trumped over everything ~ When Butch then made a mistake of threatening more hurt to my mom, well at that point right there it may have been better for him and America and perhaps even the world if he’d shot me dead on the spot ~

My (step) mom got badly hurt in the accident, and although her opinion was the spinal fusion was completely unnecessary, got badly hurt again in the hospital with said unnecessary spinal fusion as well as what I’d later learnt was an old style up the nose scramble of the Grey matter full frontal lobotomy ~ That really smells to high heaven after they gave a far more high tech one to me just prior to their 911 fiasco, considering my childhood friend Peter Vanstone became the fake 97-04 Osama Bin Laden, and all for the dirty twisted logic of international fascist Zionism that claims to rule the world peacefully with ancient wisdom? ~

To say these fascist CIA Zionist fools playing their little drug based post hypnotic games with little boys with a 220 IQ had no understanding of exactly what they’d fcuked with has since often been proved many times over in world politic, yet still these subhuman groin-gods continued to try to dominate me ~

It’ll end poorly if they keep putting me down, maybe for me on earth ~
Maybe for them with banishment from the entire freaking universe ~
For the record, that’s a 100% true story with mo embellishments ~
It is after all an autobiography anyway. and not a work of fiction ~

THE PLUM JAM SANDWICH CAPER ~

One mildly funny (From the kid-psychology view) yet extremely pathetic event from the perspective of the absurd occurred in late 1961 when I’d been a mere 4 1\2 y\o as a beautiful young blond 18 y\o girl crossed my path ~ She had instant fear the moment she saw me cause she’d heard someone was dying that night and with her hard man Greek pimp there knew it wouldn’t be her, or so she wrongly thought ~ Later that night, both of us were strapped face down to beds for a few hours side by side as she did her best to lighten my sometimes morose and waaay too deep thoughts with her light banter ~ Then, without warning, Otto came into the room and as he prepared to mount her from behind told her that he hoped she was “Ready for a man with a big dcik” ~ At first she said gamely that she’d already had men with some pretty big dcik’s (Her pimp) tho when Otto pulled her panties down she said “Not in front of the boy” ~

His reply was curt and sullen, saying “I-do what I-will” ~ Then, as he dropped his pants and positioned himself, she said to him “That’s the wrong hole” and he said “I-know what I’m doing” as he proceeded to ram his penis the size of two (Literal) beer cans and then some right up her backside ~ She started to scream and then, maybe conscious of not wanting to frighten or scare me did her best to just endure ~ He was finished pretty quickly and afterwards she was almost whimpering yet was severely biting her lips to stifle it as she suppressed it for my sake, not wanting to cause a little boy any fear or heavy distress ~

Finally Otto came back in with the largest gun I’d ever seen and the girl said to him “Please ~ Don’t hurt the boy” as Otto merely replied with disinterest to her with a “What do you care?” ~ Her last words were, I’m vaguely sure, a whisper prayer for me, then Otto pulled her head back ~ ‘BANG’ as he blew the left side of her head off ~ It was loud ~ I’d responded (To her) by saying something droll and yet genuine like “Boy ~ You scared meeeee” tho she didn’t answer me at all after that ~ I’d honestly thought she’d gotten bored with me and gone to sleep or was just ignoring me ~ I got pretty angry about her doing that ~

Later, when Felix or Butch came into the room (One or the other) I’d said out of the blue “I want a plum jam sandwich George” and whichever one it was lost the plot completely, saying to me “What the ‘HELL’ makes you think we got any plum jam here kid?” ~ My reply “That man put plum jam on that lady’s head and I want a plum jam sandwich”, which caused him to completely lose the plot and start rambling ranting and raving for quite a while ~

He started saying to others “The kid wants a plum jam sandwich ~ I can’t take this anymore” as he wandered around kind of distressed up until somebody kind of put the hard word on him to calm down or else ~ Again, later on when I was still there with the lady I’d not felt in any way threatened, yet was pretty pissed the lady wouldn’t talk to me anymore after being so friendly ~ It wasn’t till a few days later I’d realized she’d died next to me ~ I’d felt pretty low for getting angry at a dead woman (Who couldn’t get angry back) and it was one more reason why I’d started to hate Zionists Jews Masons fascists and, CIA too ~

After the Greek pimp saw her, I’d been sad how broken he looked ~ The next time I’d seen him was in Sydney around 1988 and he was looking fcuking fit for an old guy, then the Zionist fascists beat him up with baseball bats ~ The last time I’d seen him was in 2005 in the Melbourne suburb of Fitzroy ~ By then he was reduced to a wino and taking a piss off the sidewalk, which was a subtle reminder of who he was because he had the second largest penis I’d ever seen, hanging a full 6 inches when flaccid ~ It ‘WAS’ indeed the same man (Pimp) from 1962 who’d lost that beautiful treasure of a sweet young beautiful caring girl he should have married rather than prostituted ~ His dcik was indeed still the aforementioned 6 inches when flaccid (He was famous) yet he was a broken man in body by then ~ He’d been crippled from the beating they gave him 20 years previous, however the gleam (Fire) in his eyes remained ~ It reminded me not to ever give up on my own sojourn ~ They finally got him not long after by running him down with a fcuking car ~ John the Greek ‘WAS’ a tough man ~

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The idea that everyone was trying to help me has been done to death since those early days ~ One of my first tactical responses beginning at around the age of 5 years old was to get whoever it was to try to split themselves and their motives by getting them to admit culpability for their evil acts, then get them to talk about the good side of their natures ~ It was pretty hard going for a 5 y\o boy to even try to create a dichotomy within a corrupt adult career criminal working for CIA however it was, at least, something ~ It started to pay too, cause bit by bit they’d start to get dreamy and whimsical about the good things their moms had tried to build into them, only to then crash back to earth with the reality of the next crime against humanity they’d commit ~ I’d stayed with it and tried to persevere and Felix was my first convert after he’d tortured me with electricity one day and I’d laid the tears on really thick ~ (Half faking) ~ He was still in the process of grieving the loss (Murder) of his niece Robin, so he was half open to the idea of trying to make amends for failing her by helping me ~

When he didn’t know we were being listened to by microphones, I did ~
Sure was sad being so fcuking Machiavellian at such a tender young age ~
Gaining (Stealing) assets has been one of my pastimes from that day on ~

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CHAPTER 666 ~ YOU LITTLE BUGGER ~

At age three dad taught me to ask ‘WHY’ for everything ~ I’m pretty sure my sister “Elly” also impressed upon me it was smart to ask ‘WHY’ for every little thing that popped up cause that’s the way you learn more than what you may already know ~ One day when I’d been four and mom and I were walking together in town in Adelaide, I’d asked her (Genuinely) about something and, like the good mom she was feeding her child’s intellectual wonder, she gave me a very full and complete yet rather wordy answer to my simple question ~

Being a cheeky little prick and known to repay pun for pun and having often been on the butt end of one of hers, even by age four, I’d asked her ‘WHY?’ when she gave her answer ~ She was distracted by business she was attending to that day and immediately she rambled off again with another deep and very detailed explanation which I wasn’t really listening to ~ Then, after I’d waited a half minute or so, looking up to her as thoughtful and deep as I could, again I’d said to her “But why?” and off she went again ~ This went on for a good twenty minutes until the last time I’d asked ‘WHY?’ too casually she tweaked ~

She looked down at me slightly annoyed she’d fell for it and, just a little tiffed said “Ooh you little bugger” and I’d felt so pleased with myself for me finally being able to catch mom out in one of her rambles ~ Then, a few minutes after, she looked down at me with a big smile as we walked and I could tell she was pretty damn pleased I was such a cheeky little boy and a quick learner ~

Later, she’d told me to never again lie to her with my eyes ~ In reality that was like getting a Scout’s merit badge for big deception ~ If mom could be fooled by me with a simple look, then I’d begun to get good at it and I’d have at least a fighting chance with Zion too ~ When it comes to the incredible sets of lies the Zionists were throwing at me, being able to control ‘HOW’ people misread you is a pretty handy skill if people are going to lie to you anyway, cause then you have some (Minor) ways to create a form of control in the exchange ~

Anyway, I sure was a quick learner ~ Somehow, a spiritualist thing I’d been in the process of developing in the real world since the age of four while Zionist fascists in CIA were trying to create their drug-based alternative post-hypnotic fake version since I’d been 2 1\2 or thereabouts was something I’d been able to easily wrap my mind around ~ As such, once Butch’s half-brother Felix began to introduce the concept of “Accelerated learning” into my mind in ways where I’d be using both lateral thinking as well as empirical thinking, then, even tho me and Felix had a big argument over it being impossible, both at the same time (Really) I’d hooked that up with my spirit guides and began to develop what could be called a ‘Group Mind’ of sorts, one where my spiritual side would be working on one concept situation or subject which I’d share with my spiritual guides or guardians, while my natural linear mind in my own heart and brain box (sic) would be working on it’s lateral opposite, or visa versa if it was one of those totally irrational Zionist or CIA head fcuks no sane heart could grasp ~

Try 2 jets into three skyscrapers or 19 missing Oklahoma baby-cadavers ~
Maybe I was always the original “Mr Fuzzy Logic” in my own small way ~

Sounds crap doesn’t it? ~ Well, it’s not ~ It was very dangerous stuff even for the initiated in the highest levels of the Masonic lodge whenever you start opening your mind to deceased spirits, yet it was no worse than the real life physical dangers Zion had me facing such as consuming chemicals that inflame the liver or others that sterilize you by briefly raising your temperature to 107 or 109 or whatever it was (There was some kidney damage) or jumping off house roofs or hanging onto live electrical wires or getting run over by cars doing 55 MPH or being forced to pour boiling water down my leg otherwise my mom would be hurt again like Butch threatened, all of which happened in the space of 4 yrs ~

Once I understood how to turn it to my advantage, as well as the ideas behind what is called lateral thinking, I was able to reach out to the knowledge of any of my real world spirit guides (Ones who never lied to me, manipulated me, or ever got it wrong) who were available for expanding on whatever anyone in this world like Felix Otto the Rabbi the Bishop or Butch taught me or raised as a road block or an impediment to my Quixotic quest for natural justice ~

Next step was to secure me some sort of workable human asset base ~
It’s almost sad that a little boy of five should be thinking such things ~

It started in one sense after Felix, a CIA employee like his half brother Butch, began to feel guilty for mildly torturing me with electric shocks at the age of around four ~ My reaction to this was two fold and carried out from gut instinct to turn stuff to my advantage ~ The first thing I’d attempted was to try to get him to start to feel as guilty as possible so that he would want to expunge his feelings of guilt by fighting ‘FOR’ me instead of mindlessly going with what were his bosses’ basic precepts ~ In effect I’d began to get him to go against what they’d say was their stated goal for me ~ This needed to be done for me secretly without any of his bosses knowing or there’d be more losses than gains until I’d turned that against them too ~ If they found out, it also meant having a pretty good excuse lined up for Felix too ~ It occurred to me that with ‘ALL’ of these people everything was upside down and inside out and left to right as well as light being dark, dark being light, good being bad and bad being good ~

I’m still pretty sure they should have shot me dead on the spot if they knew how far I’d go to be free or to get even if I couldn’t get free in this life, cause the very idea of passing over into any post-life consciousness as a slave to the stupid that rules in this world was, to my childlike perspective, a small taste of what I’d thought any kind of ‘REAL HELL’ would be ~ I may not be able to change the system for the better here in any real sense, however something deep within me was very certain that I’d not need to worry about needing to get even after I was dead and not being able to, just so long as I’d always (Far as humanly possible) always cross my eyes and dot my tees and keep my P’s and Q’s all in good working order, free of all forms of hypocrisy and self deception ~

Anyway later, whether through ill will or serendipity or fate Butch found out that I’d not really cared too much about being mildly tortured with electricity, however he was trying to tell me that it could have killed me ~ The idea that things like that weren’t as bad as my mom being hurt didn’t seem to dawn on him and those like him in CIA, so they’d always try to re-educate me on the errors of my perspective if it didn’t match the one they all wanted me to have, which up until both Felix and Butch were turned was the one they’d been told to give to me, yet while they didn’t know it all they always seemed to believe that I should accept they all did ~ Anyway, to cut a long story short yet use lots of words to do it, Butch got me to grab onto the 240 volt power out in the shed and I did, yet that was only after their bosses had Felix torture me first ~

First time I’d done it, I’d put the wire into the socket above the door and then used it to fry ants walking across the iron shed door frame and deliberately let my hand slip down to the bare wire like I’d been told to while I’d been under the influence of the MK Ultra drugs they used ~ I’d hung onto it for about ten or so seconds watching my hand jerk side to side with the AC DC thing, then got a little scared ~ I’d been holding it in my right hand and then not till after I’d got scared and thought about dying I’d ripped the wire right out of my right hand with my left hand ~ Funny thing was, at the back of the shed, mom had 450 volt 3 phase power and if I’d got confused, seeing I was only 5 yrs old and not up to Albert Einstein’s level yet, I’d have perhaps more than easily gone to do a first hand meet and greet with Solomon, Buddha, Mohamed, Jack the Ripper, Joan of Arc, Claudius Maximus, Attila, Moses, and all of the other dead god-guys ~

From then on until Butch told me to stop about 5 years later under the influence of the same drugs he used to get me to do all the stupid things in the first place after he too finally got turned to try to half protect me for real, I’d been doing all sorts of crazy shit that could easily get me dead ~ Jumping off of the house roof onto the front lawn (About 14 ft) used to cause the most pain out of all of them, with me getting truly terrible shin splints that would have me literally crying all night and being in a dazed distraction all day at school, until the Bishop finally taught me how to do the “Para Roll” and I’d got it right, learning to think of my legs as little shock absorbers rather than be hunks of flesh that could eventually ripple with the strength of solid steel (sic) if only I’d try hard enough ~

In a way, I guess I was one of the first child stunt men in the world ~

From Monika’s death in 1964 onwards, all of the way through until 2006 when the immanent death of the last girl I’ll probably ever love was looming (2009) I’d done exactly what these Masonic Zionist-Jew bastards told me to do, as well as said everything they’d told me to say too, both for the partial (But false) hope of lessening the death toll amongst those I’d loved, as well as for some practical tactical and politically strategic reasons ~ In a spiritual way I’ve always thought along the lines of once every one of us is dead, he who gets the last say and who gets the most friends out of the fire and invited into the rest of the galaxy to kick on for ten million years of 10,000 x 1000 year lifetimes or more is the winner ~

Remember, I was pretty seriously radicalized in life very damned early ~

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CHAPER 7 ~ BEWARE OF THE DOG? ~
(BEWARE THE BABY MORE LIKE IT) ~

In the context of background, my birth was unusual for the day as it involved not just a Caesar, it began with some high tech (For the day) Mangle medical magic leading to my conception in 1956 by the woman who gave her life giving life to me ~ The reality is my real birth rather than what the hospital records can show which were those of my step mom’s natural birth child, was itself unique for the time and proved big money cold war fascist Zionist science, in this case run by Doctor Joseph Mengele, was at least 30 years ahead of what the rest of the world knew about ~ According to ‘The Rabbi’ many dark Satanic occultist incantations and rituals were performed over my growing embryo, using my birth mom’s belly as their altar ~ The day of my birth was also very dark and extremely violent, not so much in the manner it occurred which again was a surgical Caesarian, it was in what happened to my birth mom after ~

She was ritually tortured for a while and then murdered outright ~

(Afterwards, literally cooked-up Molech-style and then eaten)

The Rabbi told me most of the story one day when I was seven ~

My first unprompted non-hypnotic regression memory was me being pinched slapped and otherwise bothered by my older step brother Dean (James) before I’d turned 6 months ~ Dean, who was 6 1\2 years older than me (We called him Dean although I’m not sure why because he hated it) would regularly come into the room and give me a really hard time ~ I’d soon learned to bite and kick in a mostly useless form of defense while he would just laugh and keep doing it ~

Then one day my 14 y\o step brother Peter who already had some form of job came in when I’d been crying for a while and he couldn’t get to sleep because of it, then he just kind of smothered me with a pillow for a while until I’d been pretty terrified and very breathless ~ Just then my step mom Eleonore came in and caught him ~ Her anger was fierce as she warned him to “Wait till his father gets home” as she kicked him out and then picked me up to cuddle me and calm me down some ~ It took quite a good deal of time ~ Later, Peter had to leave home for his own safety from dad as well as, evidently, according to dad and mom, my (WW2 Fascist) biological parents and uncles etc who were serious shit and there was no telling what might happen if it happened again ~

(Peter left the state, yet was always hateful to me for the rest of my life) ~

These experiences left me a little defensive as you would guess, with a natural gut reaction to bite ‘ANYONE’ who put their hands in my cot who wasn’t mom which included my step dad Clem, who never hurt me, only laughed and left his hand there for me to gummy on ~ Once the milk teeth came through tho and I’d learnt to arch my back and twist my head in a ripping cutting motion he stopped letting me practice ~ Then, one day when mom and my (Step) sister also called Elonore put her hand in my cot I bit her as hard as I could with that arch of my back and twist of my head ~ She cried out in some pain and said “Mom ~ He bit me” and mom said straight off “Well bite him back” ~ She did too ~

Years later at the age of 11 when my step sister ‘Elly’ recalled this time to me I’d thought about it and all the other memories of Dean pinching me and my other step brother Peter smothering me all came back ~ I remember thinking how totally unfair life was, both as a bub and an 11 y\o boy, yet in the bigger scheme of things, never mind ~ Tsk-Tsk ~ (sic) ~ It got worse ~

I’d asked my mom about the business in the cot when Elly brought it up in 1968 after I’d been thinking it through for awhile and getting nowhere for context to place the memory ~ At first mom said “No that didn’t happen” and then she looked shocked and said “You can’t remember that! You were only 7 months old” ~ As soon as she’d said that, something deep tweaked and hurt ~ By the end of that day everything Dean and Peter had done (Feelings) those 10+ yrs before all came flooding back as my understanding of myself grew a little ~

Much later on in life I got the well deserved chance to figuratively knock both of my older big step brothers on their ass, once when Dean hit me in the mouth without really explaining himself well around 1975 as he tried to convince me not to have an ex prostitute as a girlfriend (Later short term wife) and Peter in 1986 as he was trying to play the Machiavellian hard man ex convict big brother socialist activist with me, giving me two left hooks to the jaw and one right to the neck to intimidate me ~ He thought it’d bring me down a notch or two ~

Truth be told, I sure did give both of them a good whack ~ I hit Dean with two hay makers after he hit me, swinging a long looping right hand arc while I’d had him in a vice like grip around the throat with my left hand, both times swinging so fcuking hard my knuckles literally (Literally) scraped the ground on the way through as I’d held him tightly so I’d know where to be able to place the hit (Next to my hand) while with Peter I’d already had him pinned ~ He made the mistake of mocking me as he was already pinned on his back ~ A well timed well executed quick head butt from the hips soon left part of the bone of his nose protruding through the skin ~ Thank the almighty god of fcuk I’d pulled 90% of the impact at the last moment out for fear of crippling or killing ~

It felt oh so fcuking good to do it after all those years too, tho with Peter, not as hard as I’d easily been capable of, being well trained by then ~ Funny thing with that incident with Dean, my step dad Clem came up straight after and ordered me to let him go (He was nearly unconscious, tho still on his feet) after I’d only hit him a few times ~ I’d said to dad “HE HIT ME FIRST” and perhaps dad had forgot that he’d taught me that when somebody bigger than you hits you you’re allowed to hit them back as hard as you feel like ~ Clem wasn’t having none of that tho ~ I think he was remembering the day I’d really lost my temper with him yelling at me and punched and kicked a door out of it’s frame ~ Even so, tho he’d have easily defeated me (Well trained commando type) the true reality was he probably didn’t really want to hurt me, so he used words plus the tone of his voice to make sure any violence between Dean and me ceased, as well as to reassure Dean that he was both cared for and was well loved ~

Dean was basically a nice guy ~ He was the big sook of the family ~
Just bear in mind the veins on his biceps were about 1\4 inch thick ~

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When I was on the CIA-sourced steroids back in the 70‘s and not only weighed 115+ kilo and had 19 inch biceps and a weight lifter’s body posture that was so muscle bound and stiff I’d have to literally step sideways to get thru the average door frame (Yup ~ CIA ~ I used to willingly accept steroid injections from Butch knowing full well the syringe also contained a shot of their MK-Uktra drug and I’d shortly be undergoing further rape and post-hypnotic conditioning, yet it’s not like I was about to lose my anal virginity, that was long gone ~ Besides, this was a 12 round fight and I’d been busy ‘ROPING MY DOPE’ for about 12-15 yrs already so it was not like I’d lose my innocence) I’d come home one day after training 4 hours with no breaks except 2 minutes for Gatorade ~ I’d never have considered I was training unless there were beads of 1\4 inch sweat all over my body and I’d be mildly limping and sore for an hour after ~

Anyway, I’d walked into the kitchen when Clem (Dad) looked at me with one of his mellow “Oh-Oh” looks, saying to me “Do you think you’re pretty fit do you boy?” and after being able to pump weights ‘HARD’ for four hours at a time, tho I’d not known where he was going with it, I’d replied ‘YEAH’ in a mildly defiant manner ~ He sauntered over to the sliding door between the lounge and dining room, grabbed the half inch thick pelmet around the door with his fingertips, gave me a knowing look, then straightened his upper body from his fingertips to his hips and without curling his gut at all, placed his toes on the wall above his fingertips three times, each time bringing his feet down to 4 or 5 inches from the ground ~ The third time, while his feet were still off the ground a few inches, he casually said “Oh ~ Better not show off” then dropped the remaining few inches pretty casually and just very mildly said in a cocky tone ‘DO THAT’ with his masked dismissive manner ~ He was 72 ~

Ever one for the challenge back then, I’d also grabbed the pelmet with my finger tips like he had (I had ‘VERY’ strong hands) and tried, without curling my stomach like he’d insisted I don’t, tried my hardest with my muscle bound upper body and weight lifter meatloaf thighs to get my toes to touch above my fingers like he’d done ~ The best I was able to do was to get my toes just above the horizontal ~ No one could’ve tried harder ~ I tried so damn hard I ended up lactating my quads so badly I was (Literally) limping for two days after while recovering ~ Standing there watching the old feller smirk at me after in a good natured gentle way, it dawned on me that, given provocation, he could have easily wiped the floor with me still, even though I’d outweighed him by 45 odd kilo and was around 50 years younger ~ Boy did I learn ‘MY’ lesson that day, and it’s one I’ve never forgot ~ Don’t underestimate old guys, and never underestimate the difference technique knowledge and training makes ~

Every day for the next year I’d be out in the shed (Same one I used to happily electrocute myself in as a kid on CIA orders, really) trying to do just once what that annoyingly tough old WW2 war vet did three times ~ It took me a year to do one and the moment I did I’d rushed inside to tell dad I’d finally done one and, to my minor humiliation, he acted like it was of less interest than whether I’d done one crap or two while sitting on the toilet the previous day ~

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CHAPTER 8 ~
Xtianity sucks ~
The Christ rocks ~
Who’d have guessed? ~

Answers about whatever the fcuk heaven and hell really were or if they even existed in the real world soon became immaterial to me, as were any questions regarding just how good I wasn’t or how bad I really was, because I’d started to take responsibility for my own soul once I’d fully committed my life to actually trying to obey the real Christ at 22 in 1979 and started trying to understand his precepts thru his thoughts in the gospels and tried following his precepts as best I’d been able, cause it was smart to ~ In balance, just bear in mind that to me Xtianity is still a total crock of shit, yet to me the Christ was (Is) an awesome human with what amounted to emotional and spiritual healing for the mildly damaged man the life I’d seen had created, as well as a template to add to what my mom and dad as well as others to a lessor degree could inspire in me ~

To me, he’s now a physical being on a planet maybe over a 1000 light years from here (Literally) with his father also physically existing, both having and using the technology to do star travel, also being 100% certain not to park the 1600 mile wide high and deep pyramid shaped eternal city anywhere near the immanent real world supernova we’re currently all orbiting ~

As such, to me, the idea of what the Xtians call “The return of the Lord Jesus” is, to mint a phrase, perfectly chimerical, because it won’t be till ‘AFTER’ the lake of fire any rescue occurs if one occurs at all, and if it is before, it still won’t be a physical return, merely a harvest of all of the spirits and souls who’d had the faith and the heart to qualify ~ Nobody that plans on keeping a 1600 mile mother ship in one piece parks it anywhere near an immanent supernova ~

I’m thinking the bones of his (Incomplete) post crucifixion post ritual Molech worship cadaver are still slowly returning to the dust from whence they came in the first place somewhere on earth in the mid-east, while much of his flesh was literally processed down the gullets and out of the ass of the high Jewish rulers who murdered him ~ I’d say it’s 100% certain the basis of any true offer of the promise of a rescue is from the technology of whatever rules this galaxy rather than any cosmic magician stuff, combined with truth and morality plus lastly his (Their) humble faithful and genuinely loving and often occasionally tough truly selfless spiritual knowledge that makes him (Them) whatever they are ~

Hopefully, him and his father and the other spiritually adept high tech physical beings (Galactic bosses) with him are indeed capable and willing to pull a soul and\or spirit out of a post supernova solar system wide ‘LAKE OF FIRE’ only by reaching into that fire across the void of deep space with their spirits, so if that’s true, then it’s none of the omnipotent omnipresent angry Jewish cosmic magi thing creating the lake of hellfire, nor creating the true new (Physical) heavenly earth after either ~ It’s merely the religious Zionist myths that create all of that kind of garbage ~ As for any real ‘Eternal hell’ then that’s just gotta be being thrown down the event horizon at the center of this universe after any rescue, only to then be rejected, thus spending a few quadrillion years inside of that black hole waiting for a ‘Big Bang’ from the energy it contains to turn it into a new mini-verse ~ (sic) ~ Of course, it may turn out to be a dud, which would mean the mother fcuker’s fated to that end would then spend a totally pointless fully aware eternity waiting for what’s never going to happen ~

To me, I’m seeing the Christ as a faithful sane loyal older brother in a galaxy as well as within a historical struggle of Jewish prophets within the larger Zionist fascism that’s been here since Abram’s ball sack grew hairs, and again it’s my hope that he’s one who’ll hopefully be of the same spirit (Essence) as the father whom he’d talked about, and be fully capable and willing of effecting a rescue from this solar system post supernova ~ Though at the end of the day, and the day ‘WILL’ end, what if it’s not so? ~ Then I’ve made my choice as the only logical honest sane option for me 35 years ago anyway, and I’m sticking to it ~

I’d not ever wanted to disappoint him by being evil instead of just being bad, so maybe he’ll accept my genuine compliment to his mighty (Bad) prophetic heart through my attempts to be obedient to what his thoughts in the gospels reveal of that heart which I’d followed for my own inner healing and strength, while as to what any of the religious people think of my doctrine? ~ You just wrap those precious opinions of yours up really tight, lubricate them with anointed oil if you’re a bit dry, and stick-em wherever you think they might reasonably fit ~

An omnipotent omnipresent omniscient angry invisible cosmic magician? ~
Like the Barnum and Bailey guy once said, there’s one born every minute ~

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CHAPTER 9 TIME ~
REALITY-CHECK ~

Mom once told me in 1963 that “ONLY LIARS NEED TO LIE, BOY” and yes, while that may sound just a little simplistic, my sweet step-mom had such a nice way of being very morally and\or spiritually balanced with as few words as were possible at any given time that if you didn’t know her well you wouldn’t know she’d just lobbed an intellectual hand grenade into your trench, or rather the place you thought you were hiding ~ Some of what my ‘Uncle’ fascists + their douche bag Zionist cohorts taught me was also true too, yet not as much ~

In the context of liars being the only ones needing to lie most times, currently, the present world Masonic-Zionist international geopolitic which brought you the American 2 jets into 3 skyscrapers charade (Wank sentence) is now seen almost every single day busying itself by trying to confuse us with mass media (Dis) information-overload about Muslim excesses and Russian evil, as well as implying Malaysian airlines are a bad insurance risk while selling the world what often amounts to a set of sexually deviant binary occult choices any time their crap political fairy tales start to taste like stale turds on badly burnt toast ~

To put it another way, as a direct consequence to the collective consciousness of America and the whole world via the errors (Sins) of collective judgment we all made over the past 5+ decades since a magic bullet went through JFK’s neck, after he exposed it thru his foolishness in opposing what was a blatantly illegal US Fed WW2 looted gold loan just because he was told to do so by his Zionist masters, with said magic bullet then going through the seat of the limo to break Gov Connelly’s‘s back as he sat in the front just before snapping his wrist after presumably exiting his gut and bouncing back off of the car door panel with enough terminal velocity to blow the top of the president’s head clean off yet still fall onto a gurney in pristine condition after he was pronounced a wee bit dead because of no heartbeat, we’ve been conditioned to run around looking for the cheapest most unbelievably crappy plausibly justifiable idiotic lie possible with which we can knit together the disparate pieces of our insane Orwellian media idiocy that we subtly accept and obediently refer to as reality ~

(Yup ~ Another wank sentence ~ Tell me about it ~ Then again, who cares)

Thus the mistakes (Errors) of ‘NOW’ are built onto the previous sins (Errors) and mistakes of the previous 5+ decades to such a degree that’s it’s dooming the decade ahead before we even get there ~ This cycle of the decade ahead being destroyed by lies over denied truth in the previous 5 decades was first described to me by the Italian Jew “Otto” in the 70‘s ~ The effect on the greater mass of people, when combined with the new sexuality and the new media along with the new finance and the new (sic) global political realities (Snicker) as well as new drugs such as MDMA mixed with Viagra and Amphetamine etc mean as a species we’ve been slowly raising the level of our existential-animus over our intellectual morality in a bid to baffle ourselves and our world with enough total bullshit to bury the lies of our extremely warped past in the mists of accepted reality (Confusion) we allow ourselves to be convinced of as we move forward (sic) yet the reality is it destroys all hope of future human-based truth at all ~

If this current demonstrably dishonest debacle which in part grew from the lies deliberately planted in the past by those running the Masons continues much longer, then the powers that be could almost be capable of selling the farcical return of the incomplete corpse of Mr Jesus H freaking Christ through a big holographic display in the sky from US Military lasers during the same week that ‘ET’ finally makes open contact with us after hiding out underground for 400,000 years while he (The 3 frogs) were pretending to be an omnipotent omnipresent angry invisible Jewish cosmic magician who is wrath with his people’s errors, both because they did and also didn’t do exactly what he’d been secretly telling his people to do since the beginning ~ Gobbledygook? ~

You fcuking wish ~ What’s truly behind much of the Jewish god myth means need people to be well armed with armor piercing cyanide rounds if they wish to avoid becoming a meal for an ‘ET’ who’s been earthbound with space travel yet no true star travel for 400,000+ years while pretending to be the aforementioned omnipotent omnipresent angry invisible cosmic magician deity, yet even so, as true as that sadly is, I’ve not myself written off the idea that the Christ indeed was representative of some sort of physically existing high tech moral order in the galaxy which uses this planet as a kind of ‘DEATH ROW’ prison farm ~

Meanwhile, we’re being set-up as a species for the biggest act of mass stupidity since we existed, presuming what brought Atlantis down was geology and not mass stupidity or war ~ When the human species collectively tells the truth we’re collectively smart, and when eugenically created evolved apes all lie on cue cause we follow a master plan known only to an invisible angry omnipotent Jewish cosmic magi who supposedly prophesies the end of all Goyim on the planet plus 3\5 of all 500+ million people descended in whole or in part from the Norman Zionist ancestors of British Israel England, then those seemingly duplicitous conniving boneheaded media mullet-mouths who now inherit the inbuilt feudally dominant amoral political and intellectual mistakes of Butch’s political masters and the Bishop’s Zionist bankers and Otto’s Illuminati friends and even the Rabbi’s fuhrer (sic) once the whole hidden story comes out if the great day of judgment ever truly occurs, will have succeeded in dooming our entire species as subjugated slaughter-cattle for whatever purpose is really at work in this twisty lying and eventually doomed Prison Planet (sic) world ~

Gee Mr Daniel, are you being sarcastic? ~ Tell us what you really think ~

When it comes to the reality of what’s behind the current Judeo-Xtian sham, those who convinced themselves they can only profit from doing a deal with a god who is really a big devil and\or with a devil who pretends to be a big god, are within their rights to dig up Christ’s incomplete cadaver wherever they left it after his ritual murder, then clone it and kill it again just to make sure he’s really dead and can’t be elsewhere planning some eternal payback of sorts, yet only if they let me either get justice and walk away, or euthanise and float away ~

Fact is, my mom and dad were on song when ‘THEY’ were being sarcastic and they nearly always did it so well that even I’d hesitate to tackle them verbally if they were cranky or not feeling too well ~ I’d say both were pretty damn classy in the way they’d use a simple argument to slip in a logical point which often had no other vehicle for expression, yet still needed to be said anyway ~

So what’s this got to do with an autobiography? ~ Well? ~ “Give me the first 7 years of a child and I’ll own him for life” said some bright ass once, or words to that effect, and in addition to my beautiful parents, an interesting set of Zionist fcuk-ups as listed at the start of this had me for 20 of my first 22 years and you can take my word for it, things went pear shaped for at least 16 of those years because I was pushed way too far, way too young, and with Zionists now it’s almost like Marquis De Sade is offering me a free back massage at half price every time they use any one of their pawns and puppets to screw me over ~

I’m not claiming everything was their fault ~ However, it certainly wasn’t all my fault either ~ All I’m seeing is error (Sin) piled up on top of sin (Error) over and over in the circle of lies that now sustains the world system, all going on long before I was on Mangle’s early IVF silver spoon list ~ It’s almost at breaking point already, and I’d like to remind everyone on the planet we’re ‘ALL’ mortal and we ‘ALL’ die one day, no matter what choices we make ~

That said, if I myself were to act like some of those in politics media and in the occult or political Zionist Masonry who seek my subjugation, or who sought my subjugation in times past as indeed many of those I’ve mentioned above did on their own particular behalf or their master’s endeavor, I’d advise them all that in my opinion I’d eventually end up literally damned down the event horizon as well as dead if I was to do the things many of them do, yet the dead bit comes either way whatever my choices are, whereas the damning bit is selective ~

As we all face the same fate of death anyway, and according to what I’ve learnt will ‘ALL’ see the “LAKE OF FIRE” Christ prophesied to occur after our star soon enough goes supernova to cause it, exactly WTF can I gain by joining them or submitting? ~ There’s no way anyone escapes going through that solar inferno which St Peter seems to prophesy in 2Pet Ch3, which will quickly turn both the fake Judeo-Xtian and Islam paradise and the real Hades built around the life energies of the living into a massive soul destroying nuclear furnace, tho I’m still pretty sure the Christ offers a real rescue of the spirit and soul for most decent people of ‘ANY’ faith after, if they’re found before they perish in that terrible nuclear solar-system wide fire, as well as some of the hypocrites too ~

So, it seems to me that by them continuing to insist I must submit to their droll lying stupidity in the same way as they themselves submit to their master’s droll lying stupidity, if that led to me actually do the things they all do for the reasons they do, I’d still end up just as done diddly done dead as I’ll do if I don’t submit, plus I’d also risk ending up damned too as well which to my mind only occurs if you get a rescue from the post supernova solar fire yet get rejected as a leach and a hypocrite and thrown out of the universe down the event horizon ~

As such, thanks for the heads up on the absurd fcuking world we’re in, Zion ~
BTW, that’s both extremely cynical sarcasm and also a genuine compliment ~
Allowing me to see Zion ‘Warts and all’ early on has given me time to learn ~
I’m hoping the (Murdered) prophets were as smart and\or honest as myself ~
If that proves to be the case, then there’s a genuine reason to have true faith ~
Now if I could only just sneak away without further idiocy or mass fascism ~
Then the world can place it’s bets, and roll it’s dice, and just leave me alone ~

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CHAPTER TEN ~ THE END ~
(THE END OF THE BEGINNING) ~

While not much older by months than that early time with Peter smothering me, my step dad came home one night a bit tipsy and looked lovingly into my cot, saying something like “Boy ~ You’re going to have a good life” before walking off, only to return and pull my nappy to one side and rather roughly penetrate my butt for an inch or so with one of his fingers, then as he walked away saying something like “I wonder why they wanted me to do that?” ~ It felt like his little finger, like there was no spit or lubricant ~ It bloody hurt ~ Right at that time, a presence I’ve since learnt is 99.98% certain to be my (Deceased) birth mom said “No-No-No” with a fair degree of distress ~ My next memory is not the usual kid’s stuff like eating dirt, or having your brothers and sisters tell you that you could dig through to China if you made a deep enough hole, or that the bottom of the cloudy (Muddy) water in the bath was a bottomless pit (That got me) or that Santa Claus was a fake ~ True, a fake like the Judeo Xtian god too ~

Everything prior to 2 was inconsequential silly stuff compared to the next big (sic) memory which involves my step dad being really angry, which as a war veteran happened more often than most of us wished, only this time he wasn’t angry at any of us ~ He was angry at the fascists (Zionist Jews) who’d arranged the theft of my step mom’s child and my substitution, and was also angry that my life, after all, was ‘NOT’ going to be as good as he’d been promised ~
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Clem was ‘REALLY’ really (Really) angry, yet not at us ~ He then said something along the lines of “I’ll show them” as well as “They won’t get away with this” and from that moment on began using every piece of occultist skill his ‘GWM’ (Oddfellow Mason) dad had taught him, plus every single thing to do with the occult he’d learned for himself in his 2 tours of WW2 plus in the Rechabite lodge he’d joined while he was a JP, then began teaching me how to read any differences between what someone’s head and the heart were saying, as well as later to ‘REMOTE VIEW’ from anyone who’s path I’d crossed ~

It was no accident ~ He was very methodical in the way he did it ~

It’s plausible both the Rabbi plus Butch and maybe even the Bishop and Felix helped a bit with the remote viewing technique, however my initial ability to view both heart and mind with occult insight was all down to my step dad Clem deciding to ‘Slip me a little 2-shot ethereal derringer’ (Snicker) while I’d still been toddling, as I’ll laconically describe it ~ It was his way of giving his little ‘BIG-BOY’ (Nicknamed after the atom-bomb) a fighting chance in a world of fascist dildos and frauds which we’re all temporarily stuck in on earth ~

What Clem taught me about looking at the heart and head at the same time and using both left and right hemispheres plus your own heart and spirit all at the same time, would be hard for a wizened old 33rd degree Mason to pull off, yet the first time I’d tried it successfully I’d only been a two year old boy ~

Later, once I’d gone feral I’d decided to only practice (Specialize in) forms of occult which could still be pulled off dead without relying on the ‘Life force’ energies which seem so wrapped up in the Luciferin Judeo-Xtian thing, while once I’d decided to try to pattern my life around the thoughts and precepts within the teachings of the Christ, I’d decided to the best of my ability to make the outside (Personality) the same as the inside (Heart) even if every single fool on the planet misunderstood my motives ~ On top of that, I’ve been doing my best to be ‘RICH’ in what the Christ implied was rich, as well as be capable of taking a truthful position with anyone or anything within whatever the so called afterlife may disclose ~ Then, only ever share that with ‘TRUE’ friends ~

Don’t despise the day of small beginnings Huh? ~ No indeed do not ~

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CHAPTER 11 ~ CONFUSING LAB RATS BY USING PLASTIC CHEESE ~

RANDOM THOUGHTS ON THE VENAL SINS OF CARELESS HUMOR ~

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Two 6 year olds from the on-site kindergarten at the CIA headquarters down in Langley Virginia, a boy looking very punk and a girl looking more Goth than Goth can look walk into the gift shop in the foyer of the building and casually make themselves at home ~ The boy pulls out a $100.00 bill and starts tooting blow off a mirrored glass counter while the other, the girl, opens her backpack and pulls out a big .44 Magnum ~ With a mountain of attitude she says to the lady behind the counter “GIVE ME ALL YOUR DILDOS, BITCH” ~

Assuming she’s kidding and is only acting out some erotic fantasy she’s seen her CIA pimps get into after work hours, the lady turns to the little boy and says something like “Is there anything I can get you, Sir?” ~ The little boy just turns to her with a look of pure James Dean disdain and says, “Yeah ~ Columbia” ~

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That’s up for the worst joke of the decade award for the fourth decade running ~

Wow ~ Molly and Scolder must be so fcuking proud of me by now, you think?

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INTERNATIONAL BANKING ~

There’s this mad CIA mechanic standing on the side of a steep mountain pass in Switzerland waiting for rogue Swiss-Italian banker ‘Umberto Farigginarichey’ to both come and go round the bend ~ Umberto had been innocently accused of swindling some of the Chinese gold Marcos had found which the Japanese had looted from Asia and hid before America had then stolen it from Marcos ~

He’s frantically waving a sign at the car going past, and as well as waving the sign which states in big bold patriotic flashing red white and blue bright neon letters “STOP NOW ~ THE BRIDGE IS OUT” the mechanic also yells at the top of his lungs thru a loudspeaker as the car drives past him at a high rate of speed, “UMBERTO ~ THE BRIDGE IS OUT ~ THE BRIDGE IS OUT” ~

The banker dude in the car then yells back “I can’t stop ~ I’ve got no brakes” at which point the CIA mechanic yells back to him through the loudspeaker rigged into his bridge maintenance truck “YEAH, WE KNOW SUCKER ~ WE FIXED THE BRAKES FOR YOU TOO” ~ You gotta laugh or cry in this world ~

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THE THREE BLIND MICE STALE CHEESE-BONDS GANG ~

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Once upon a time in an imaginary 401k cheese investment plan on Wall St, two partially-blind mice half-brothers who were both raised at the Langley Institute for the International Study of sexuality in gay and bisexual field mice funnily enough both going by the name of George, plus a highly intelligent lab rat with a brain the size of the gayer meeker mouse’s ball sac who went by the name of Donald, all got together to eventually become part of what became an internationally sublime Masonic jet set rat-finance cheese futures theft and fraud investment scheme known in the best rat holes on Wall St and in Washington as the elite Connecticut based “Stale-cheese ‘BIG-RAT’ Bond-Jockey” club ~

Meetings were always either held in a secret hole in the wall in the basement of the local Mason’s lodge, or a deserted cheese warehouse down on the waterfront owned by the mob ~ Among themselves they were laughingly known with more than a bit of sad wry humor as the “Three Blind Mice Gang” ~ Because of their connections they never once appeared on Interpol’s most wanted rat list, nor on any list of the most wanted escaped mice at the Langley Institute either ~

One day the Three Blind Mice gang decided to pull a big cheese heist on Fort Knox, intending to grab all of the cheese there they could find in one fell swoop and corner the world cheese market ~ Then they heard on the grapevine that in fact Fort Knox was empty and no longer held any cheese, only useless amounts of old looted WW2 gold bullion which had little or no value to rats and mice ~

Adapting to the apparent change in circumstance as quickly as they could they soon modified their initial plan to come up with a better one ~ Instead of trying to steal all of the cheese that wasn’t in Fort Knox, they got in good with another rat by the name of “Bernie” who’d also grown up in the same cocaine infested Wall St hole in the wall rat slum as Don, and together they hatched a brilliant plan to sell cheese futures on the US Rat Bond Market as a get rich quick and grab early retirement plan for senior blind mice ~ The plan was brilliant, cause once they got a few big rats to put a modest amount of cheese in to make it all look legit, they’d spread the word among all of the blind mice that there were some really big profits to be made in the stale cheese bond future’s market ~

That got millions of small blind mice investors to invest their cheese stash in the scheme while they paid their big rat buddies off with stale cheese which the new blind mice all rushed to invest ~ Soon all of the initial Wall St big rat investors got their stale cheese back with interest as more and more small mice brought their stale cheese into this amazing new retirement scheme for blind mice ~

However, all good things must come to an end, and such it was with the very successful ‘Three Blind Mice’ gang and their elegant plan ~ Once their big pal Bernie got busted eating some of the cheese from the profits the gig was up and the whole momentum came to a dead stop ~ Little did they know tho that had they stuck to their initial plan they’d have been the richest rats in history, cause at that time Fort Knox really did contain 1000’s upon 1000’s of tons of old stale cheese in the vaults, all up carved to look like gold ingots and also painted gold to look like gold ~ If only they’d stuck with their initial plan they’d have made a fcuking killing and literally cornered the stale cheese market forever ~

Obviously this is the silliest joke in this chapter ~ Now if you’ll all please bring along ‘YOUR’ silliest jokes, along with at least a kg of high quality stale Edam Gouda or Swiss cheese as an initial down payment on your investment? ~

Whaaat? ~ What’s wrong now? ~ Gee ~ What a tough audience you are ~

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CAN CARTOON STORIES REALLY TEACH US SOMETHING? ~

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Late one night when the Hanna Barbera writers and cartoonists had all already gone home and Top Cat (Snicker) and Officer Dibbles were miraculously both bought to life by the ‘Magic Bullet’ fairy (Is the joke over already?) along with the help of the Grand Mufti of Jerusalem, a man who later oversaw all Masonic resistance to the 2 jets into 3 skyscrapers Disneyland Muslim terror caper, Top Cat and Dibbles embarked on their most amazing cartoon adventure ever ~

Soon as they realized they were (Temporarily) walking talking thinking flesh and blood characters, the two both decided that as they hadn’t been to Masonic Lodge or to church for a good long while (Ever) a bit of real spiritual spit and polish for their jaded old cartoon character souls would be in order ~

Deciding to flip a coin for the choice of which one they’d attend that night they used a coin Top Cat slyly proffered out of his ‘SPECIAL’ cool cat coin pocket, the one which had two heads on it ~ Then he asked Officer Dibbles to toss the coin and he’d call it ~ With Top Cat not really wanting to go to church on their first day off being mere cartoon characters ever, he called a ‘HEADS’ for them going to the Masonic Lodge and a ‘TAILS’ for going to church ~

Heads it was (Of course) and so Top Cat and Officer Dibbles went off to the official Hanna Barbera Masonic Lodge, which, coincidentally, was held in the same imaginary building where Fred Flinstone’s Buffalo Lodge meetings were also held on alternate Tuesdays each month ~ While at the lodge that night they both received some shocking news from “Brother Mufti” as he was known ~

Brother Mufti was, in reality, a secret CIA operative or agent who’s real name was Myron Swartz, once a Hasidic Jew from New York ~ Not only was Myron not really Muslim, Brother Swartz, or Brother Mufti as he preferred to be called at lodge, wasn’t even a practicing Jew anymore either ~ Anyway, thru his work with the Agency Brother Mufti became aware of a plot by Disneyland to use a large high tech rubber pencil eraser to erase the Twin Towers in New York ~

As the plot planned to use Saudi Muslims as fall guys and Brother Mufti was the first one to write a detailed report on the matter for the White House, he was also brought in on the deal by president Bush and Don Rumsfeld early on, being truly relentless in efforts to fight it for the safety and security of the American people even tho his plan was mainly based around assuming the evil guys over at Disneyland who were producing and directing the whole show would never suspect two average cartoon characters of opposing their secret (Secret) secret evil terrorist plot ~ He launched a massive undertaking to expose it all by using Top Cat and Officer Dibbles to bring WTC 7 down using explosives on the same day the giant rubber pencil eraser was due to take the Towers down ~

That part of the plan worked a treat as it turned out, with Top Cat and Officer Dibbles both obeying their orders with precision, however all the other guys running things over at Disneyland were just too good for them on the day and although Top Cat and Officer Dibbles gave it everything they had, the reality was the US Constitution took an arrow to the balls ~ Sadly, although Brother Mufti swears to this day he was only aiming at the Constitution’s knees with a warning shot designed to protect it’s history of dignity, no one else in the US cartoon industry ‘OR’ in the Agency has ever worked with him again ~

I swear this is all true ~ I’ll swear it on my faith in Hanna Barbera ~

Do you think Dr Judy Wood will forensically investigate my story? ~

 

(Top Cat and Officer Dibbles were both recently promoted to their glory) ~

(Gossip in the old Hanna Barbera canteen is the Mufti assassinated them) ~

(In an American inter-agency purge, Disneyland also lost Mickey Mouse) ~

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An extremely friendly and affable tho admittedly not very bright or intelligent redneck hillbilly-Jew journalist from the deep American south decided to travel to the Middle East in person to find out for himself firsthand what all the fuss over Muslims was about ~ His first day there he attended a public rally held by the infamous Al Shebang brigade, a relative newcomer that sprang from various remnants of the old Al Shebab group and was rumored to be far more radical than it’s older well known parent ~ Once at the rally he thought he heard all of the wild eyed Muslims there all shouting “ELLO AKBAR ~ ELLO AKBAR” towards a very mean looking heavyset Arab dude standing right next to him ~

Completely misunderstanding what they were really saying and why, as well as correctly assuming he was their leader yet not yet thinking too clearly due to jet lag, he turned to the man, grabbed his hand in a strong grip, then drawled in a good natured thick Southern American accent, “Weeeell ~ ‘Ello’ Akbar” ~

As it turned out, the man next to him was, by the merest chance of fate indeed, named Akbar ~ He immediately took grave offense at the man’s response to him and said in a dark menacing tone, “ARE YOU MOCKING ME, OR ARE YOU MOCKING MY GOD?” ~ To cut a long story short, most of his remains were buried later that week in a sad funeral in Kentucky once they’d been collected, crated, and flown back stateside to his grieving family and friends ~ He sure did have a lot of good friends there to see him off on the last journey too ~

Pity none were there that day in the Middle East when he lost his life ~

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NO BULL? ~ REALLY O’REILLY? ~ C’MON O’REILLY ~ REALLY? ~

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Once upon a time in ancient Atlantis, a sporty old bull was trying to impress his young half sister whom he was horny on by jumping over a barbed wire fence and back again and so forth ~ (They had barbed wire in Atlantis) ~ This he did over and over while thinking about the sweet young heifer just a little too much cause his dcik began to grow and grow and grow ~ About the seventh time he jumped the fence his foreskin snagged on the barbs in the barbed wire and he tore his foreskin right off ~ Seeing the look of horror on the snout of the young heifer when she saw blood pouring off the end of his wounded bullhood (sic) he tried to bluff his way thru, claiming “I meant to do that” then added it was all “My way of making covenant with the ‘Lord Mu-Mu Cowboy’ almighty” ~

She didn’t believe ‘THAT’ bullshit (Snicker) for one minute, though seeing as even though he’d really hurt himself bad he was clearly the biggest bull around for miles, and seeing as she herself was a bit horny anyway, she decided to wait a bit to see if he’d heal up ~ He was a fine healthy old bull and around a week later he was indeed nearly all healed up so their bull\heifer relationship was then carefully consummated, well away from the sight of barbed wire fences ~

To this very day bulls of that breed refuse to mate within sight of barbed wire fences, while young heifers of that breed are still drawn to bulls stupid enough to jump over barbed wire fences while they’ve got an erection ~ Funnily enough their first calf was a bull named ‘ISAAC’ which means “Laughter” on account of the little bull laughed his tits off when he’d heard his daddy circumcised himself while jumping over a barbed wire fence with an erection ~

That ain’t all either ~ Thousands of years later a young bull descended from that very same old bull was sent to the abattoir to be butchered and turned into West Texas barbecue steaks ~ However soon after he’d been killed and butchered, word went round the herd that his carcase was missing, so naturally they all assumed he’d jumped the big barbed wire fence in the sky ~ Although he’d never be seen in the flesh again, he surely lived on in their memories ~

I swear this is all true ~ It’s written down in the book of bull’s holy writ ~

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GENTLEMEN OF THE (World) JEWRY ~

HAVE YOU REACHED A VERDICT? ~

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In an ancient Roman suburb sometime post 33AD, a grand jury of world Jewry (sic) sat to hear a very complicated charge of ‘Conspiracy to murder’ leveled against themselves, by themselves, regarding the unlawful premeditated deaths of some miscreant trouble making Jews named Moses Elijah Isaiah and John the Baptist, as well as inquire into alleged murders of others known to the modern world as Christ + St Stephen and St James, along with any and all of the many followers of these known trouble makers ~ The Roman prosecutor and defense attorney was quite coincidentally a Jew himself who was called Saul of Tarsus, and he was tireless in his attempts to get to the bottom of the truth and convict the guilty, yet even more determined to get them found not guilty immediately after as long as they belonged to his particular way of following a religion ~

(He was the effective founder of an entirely new religion called Xtianity)

The first witness for the prosecution claimed foul play was definitely involved as the bodies of Moses as well as the bodies of prophets Elijah and Christ had completely disappeared off the face of the earth ~ Furthermore, he stated there was some ambiguity as to whether the lower torso of Isaiah was really Isaiah’s lower torso after he’d been sawn in half, as well as confusion over whether the incomplete body of John the Baptist below the neck supposedly handed back to his disciples was even that of the prophet John, stating to the court that the poor man’s head had still not been found yet even tho the entire palace of Herod the not-so great had been exhaustively searched from top to bottom ~

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Being a man schooled in ancient wisdom and not one to let baseless allegations ruin a successful trial ‘OR’ a successful defense, young Saul of Tarsus deeply probed his witness to elaborate on all possible causes of the disappearance of the mortal coils of the ancient Jewish prophet’s Moses and Elijah, as well as that of a vagabond Jew prophetical preacher called ‘Yeshua the Christ’ by some~

To that end, the young Saul postulated to the witness that “Is it not possible that an omnipotent omnipresent omniscient angry invisible Jewish cosmic magician took the bodies of those men into heaven?” ~ The witness looked at Saul cross eyed and commented he must have been sly-grogging on the sacramental wine again as he’d often been known to secretly do ~ Saul petitioned the proconsul to have him declared a hostile witness and order him executed immediately ~

It was done on the spot (Efficient those Roman Jews) and the witness was then excused and taken to the kitchen to await further execution ~ Next witness was a witness for the defense ~ He was the young man forced to run away naked the night Christ was arrested for claiming to be a Jewish god ~ Saul gained many a pleasurable hour watching that fit young man run naked around the prison yard ever since he’d finally been caught and, matter of fact, had grown quite fond of him in a simple brotherly way ~ Just the day before matter of fact he’d spent half the day watching as the poor young man ran round and round the yard naked while being chased by a pack of large and very hungry Roman lions ~

“Now what do ‘YOU’ claim happened to the Christ’s cadaver as well as those of the prophets Moses and Elijah young man?” he asked as the boy very quietly clenched the edge of the witness stand ~ Thinking his faith was on the line yet way too scared to go back into the prison yard with the hungry lions, the young man dutifully replied that “Obviously, an omnipotent omnipresent omniscient angry Jewish cosmic magician has resurrected their deceased bodies” ~ Saul immediately smiled at the court in his role as world Jewry defense attorney ~

Next on the stand was St Peter ~ This one was going to be difficult because he was quite intense, often stating that eventually there was some kind of higher court to which all men must one day submit, even if they were Roman Jews like Saul was and one of the world elite like he also was ~ Saul asked Peter to give ‘HIS’ version of what became of his friend the Christ’s mortal coil, as well as give his opinion on those of Moses and Elijah too ~ St Peter looked thoughtful for a moment, then straitened himself up to his full 6‘ 6“ height before telling Saul “Go and get well and truly eternally-fcuked you fake” ~ Saul’s crocodile tears as Peter was crucified upside down later that afternoon were quite a topical talking point at all of the best parties in Roman society for the next 100 years ~

(At least that’s what I’d heard ~ Have you heard otherwise, have you?)

So ~ Gentlemen of the (World) Jewry, have you reached a verdict yet? ~

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ALL HAIL THE LORD FRAUD ALMIGHTY ~

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A Masonic Catholic Jewish man who’d been a truly terrible human being while alive in the flesh with many heinous and mortal faults along with a lifetime of venal sins including murder rape theft lying pedophilia and cannibalism to his credit dies and goes to Hades to wait in the darkness til he’s called by the lord fraud almighty of paradise to enter into his rest ~ After the right amount of time passes a shining angel that looks exactly like deceased ex Masonic drag queen ‘Danny LaRue’ as well as another angel who bears a striking resemblance to secretly gay deceased Masonic comedian ‘Benny Hill’ arrive in Hades with books containing his every thought word and deed to interview him ~

Somewhat perplexed, yet not quite daring to ever question the ancient wisdom of the lord fraud almighty, the man humbly submits to an exhaustive inquiry into his life, his death, his good deeds and his bad deeds, as well as a revue of every careless curse word he’d ever said from an extremely early age, while each and every answer was weighed on a set of scales against the weight of a feather plucked from the wings of an angel that had died while still a baby ~

Finally, after much officious fact checking and with an overly severe and almost morbid sense of seriousness and righteous religious sanctity it’s decided he can enter eternal paradise, yet only after they double check their decision with the head archangel and chief admissions clerk, deceased Knight of Malta Masonic BBC director ‘Peter Day’ ~ Upon hearing it‘s all fully official and that he can finally enter eternal paradise, the man absent-mindedly says something like ‘FCUK’ and then says waaay too honestly to the cross dressing angel and the gay comedian x divine inquisitor, “I was just starting to like it out here” ~

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THE LONG AND WINDING (Extremely-warped) ROAD ~

Once upon a time in a wonderful mythical non existent land far far away over the sea, a crew of BBC journalists consisting of a fascist pig with a pet chicken and a pet monkey, an upper class rat presenter, a rabbit who’s job it was to fetch afternoon tea, a mongoose who was a scriptwriter, a snake who did all accounts received and pending, a Staffordshire Bull Terrier who was once chief constable of a small English town on the Isle of Man and now provided security on all the big royal assignments and was head of the BBC sports department if nothing else important was happening, as well as a pussycat who was one of those fairy tale pussies working at BBC wearing knee high blue velvet ten league boots all went on an official British taxpayer funded trip to town to visit the queen ~

Well, in all good truth they were really going there to film a prince’s eventual coronation as the fairy king of New Camelot, yet the real core of the story they were all to report on under pain of horrible death and instant excommunication from the Anglican church, the one they would present to the public as if it was the true story, the one that truly mattered, was they were going to meet a queen married to the monarch of that fair land, who was also a queen herself ~

Sound confusing? ~ Fret not poor serf ~ Forsooth ~ It’s only a fairy tale ~

These BBC animals all lived in very interesting times indeed and had all worked at the BBC in one role or another for 35+ years now ever since the 1970‘s, often protecting each other’s professional bums when practicing their specialist occult rituals involving group sex with baby lambs and baby gerbils (Hamsters) which they then ritually roasted alive and then all ate together after ~

Some called these regular ritual get-together’s of the BBC employees weekend barbecues, yet those in the inner circle of the BBC knew better ~ Anyway, the gig to cover a coronation of a real life king of the fairies while telling the public an entirely different story completely was a really sweet plum for them in what was otherwise a sad sordid dreary life, as progressive stringent budget cuts had now put a dent in what was once the world’s premier news service of the day ~

It was also why only animals were ever hired in the first place, and also why on their stopovers at cheap motels on the way there, there was no budget allowance for animal food, tho for those BBC employees who could walk upright, cocaine was never in any short supply ~ The first ‘KNIGHT’ on the road after becoming extremely stressed out from so much walking on two legs, the fascist pig was feeling pretty hungry and feeling pretty horny too, so he decided to seriously choke his chicken once the lights went out and the others were asleep, tho this time he really went too far, eventually literally choking his chicken to death ~

Having been brought up hard in the war years and always been taught not to waste good food, and after all when all was said and done only being a stupid greedy fascist pig anyway, it ate it’s pet chicken before hiding the remains next to the mongoose and the snake who both shared a bed sound asleep in a tight spoon position ~ During the next night’s stopover the pig did a wee bit too much coke again and still couldn’t get to sleep ~ He was feeling pretty horny too and still felt a bit hungry, so he quietly screwed his pet monkey while it was asleep until it too expired (sic) then he ate that, once more leaving the remains next to the mongoose and the snake exactly the same as he’d done the previous night ~

On the third night’s rest stop, everyone except the pig couldn’t sleep as they all became a little scared and overly suspicious ~ They all watched the mongoose and the snake to see if they were going to eat anybody else like they’d assumed they did the previous two ‘DARK KNIGHTS’ ~ Sadly, it soon turned out that everyone except the pig eventually fell into a deep dreamless sleep anyway ~

As usual, soon as soon as the fascist pig got high and horny as well as hungry he screwed the sleeping Staffy Bull Terrier ex chief constable and sports producer to death, calming him as he’d woken in fright half way thru by saying “Woof-Woof? ~ Now then, now then, now then ~ What’s this?” then adding it was all just a platonic and deeply caring Masonic lodge ritual as well as a bit of quick casual sex for some companionship and warmth on their long journey ~

The pig then ate the poor chief constable’s best bits and put the remains next to the mongoose and the snake so they’d be blamed again ~ Oh he was such a pig that little piggy ~ Next day, the pussycat, the rabbit, the rat the mongoose and the snake were all feeling so nervous they were making almost hourly collect phone calls back to the BBC news room at Bush House just to report in ~

At their rest stop that night, the pig felt rather sleepy because the pussycat had stolen his coke and snorted it all to stay awake ~ Because he consumed so much cocaine and wasn’t used to it, the pussycat himself also got horny so he screwed the sleeping rat till ‘IT’ died and, even tho pus was Vegan, ate the rat, and then cunningly placed the remains next to the mongoose and the snake himself ~

Next morning, the remainder of that once intrepid crew of eight BBC journalists merely consisted of a pig, a mongoose, a snake, a rabbit and a fairy tale cat with knee high blue velvet boots ~ As they got up to travel the last leg of the journey they discovered the rat had been eaten and the remains were once more laying next to the mongoose and the snake, however, obviously, the pig thought he smelt a rat in their group ~ It was hard for the pig to keep an Espirit De Corps idea among them on that final leg to visit the queen, yet he never gave up ~

Truly, he was the most loyal fascist-pig employee the BBC had ever had ~

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Now that’s one story no self respecting queen would ‘EVER’ believe, even if a make believe pussycat with royal blue knee-high ten league boots on had told it to him in person, tho most of the people the BBC broadcast to these days still might just believe it all, what with the rest of the crap the BBC sells them ~

Of course by the time they actually got to the palace, the mongoose had fcuked killed and then eaten the snake himself too as well, as mongoose’s are prone to do anyway, so the moral of the story is you just can’t trust any BBC journalists anymore, even if they do all walk on two legs now except for the snakes ~

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ATLANTIS ISN’T LOST, IT’S CONFUSED ~

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Once upon a time in the mists of ancient prehistory, an incontinent aging eagle with a large bald patch (sic) + severe myopia as well as a fading memory from it’s old age was gaily (Snicker) flying high over Atlantis looking for a place to take an airborne eagle-crap ~ Seeing an open field of what it thought was only uninhabited brown Bushland (Tee-Hee) the eagle emptied it’s bowels then flew onwards and upwards to visit the gods in the Atlantean version of Valhalla ~

Unbeknown to the eagle, what had appeared to be a large area of bare brown earth was in fact an ancient Atlantean bear hibernating ~ When the bear finally awoke from it’s hibernation to see bird-crap all over it’s fur, it called all of the other lessor animals to tell him who dared do this ~ First, an ancient Atlantean lion, then an ancient Atlantean leopard, followed by some ancient Atlantean goats sheeps (sic) and various other mythical wildlife and even a few ancient Atlantean ex CIA employees who all looked like highly intelligent dogs and pigs who walked upright (Snicker) and spoke with human voices all offered their opinion on who may have dared to be so god-damned rude to the bear ~

No one could fully agree on who the guilty party really was ~ Finally, a funny ‘Little Birdy’ (sic) in the form of an ancient Atlantean Australian Willy Wagtail appeared before the bear and told him he’d seen the eagle do it, and that was the start of a war that eventually totally destroyed Atlantis ~ PS: If you’re waiting for the punchline to this droll biblical wit, I’m pretty sure you’ve missed it ~

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SHIT HAPPENS ~ ESPECIALLY AFTER BUTT-SEX ~

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An up and coming tribal gay media-presenter with hopes of establishing a career in ‘Faux-journalism’ like the ABC’s Quentin Dempster or Kerry O’Brien, and a well connected yet secretly gay tribal police commander with a gay politician boyfriend who was in charge of the “Team Australia” movement, along with a privately gay banker and a publicly gay lawyer, plus a gay activist priest as well as a gay academic in the company of a well known ex Radio 3AW shock jock pedophile along with a very strange slightly violent bisexual high priestess of the ‘Tribbing Sisters of Congress’ cult were all sitting round a fire waiting for a child sacrifice to finish roasting ~ While they waited, they were discussing what they could do with some trouble maker they mostly referred to as “That Cnut” or else spoke of as ‘HIM’ as if merely calling him by his first name would give them all a new strain of herpes, in addition to the one they all already shared ~

While the child continued to roast over the slow fire, they thought of all sorts of mean evil and wicked things to do to him if he ever fell into their power as they laughed among themselves and regaled their brilliance in screwing over any fool woman or man who’d dared act like his true friend ~ Then, someone considered a mere slave among their group passed around some MDMA x Viagra pills and they all settled down to a good game of ‘ONE-SEX’ which involved everyone screwing everyone else in the ass at least once ~ While they were all busying themselves in this worthy (To them) highly occultist pursuit, the child on the fire was left unattended and was badly burnt ~ Never one to miss the chance for a witty quip, the bisexual high priestess gave everyone great mirth by merely saying “Oh well ~ Shit happens”, and they all went out for a Pizza instead ~

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THE ANCIENT JOEY-RAPIST GIANT-KANGAROO BATSMAN ~

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A long-long time ago in a land that looked like Australia, talked like Australia and walked like Australia, yet wasn’t really Australia, 2 prehistoric antipodean illuminated mega-fauna giant Masonic kangaroos were chatting while putting ritual Masonic underpants + Masonic lambskin aprons on in a prelude to using roo-poo occult-sex to worship a giant imaginary kangaroo-penis in the sky ~

Almighty “Skippy in the Sky” was his powerful occultist mega-fauna name ~

(Known only to mega-fauna initiated into the true Masonic kangaroo-lodge) ~

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The first ancient mega-fauna giant Atlantean Masonic kangaroo said to the 2nd ancient mega-fauna giant Atlantean Masonic kangaroo the secret code word that allowed ancient mega-fauna Atlantean Masonic kangaroos to all communicate, then said something along the lines of “So ~ What do you think about that big new star on the Australian kangaroo cricket team?” and the 2nd Atlantean giant mega fauna Masonic kangaroo said “He’s a real corker ~ A real beauty ~ He’s a real dinky-die bobby-dazzler Australian mega-fauna giant Masonic kangaroo of a cricketer ~ A real bottler ~ A true-blue Aussie-roo Atlantean sportsman” ~

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The first giant ancient Atlantean illuminated mega-fauna Masonic kangaroo said to the 2nd ancient mega-fauna giant Atlantean illuminated Masonic kangaroo something along the lines of “We ‘ARE’ talking about that new batsman for the Australian giant mega-fauna Masonic kangaroo cricket team aren’t we?” and the 2nd ancient Atlantean Masonic kangaroo said “YEAH ~ DON BRADMAN”, then said that he was the one who’d recently bragged while at lodge that he’d ass raped over 1000 little ancient mega-fauna joey’s before they’d even got out of mommy’s pouch ~ The first ancient Atlantean Masonic mega-fauna giant roo then added ~ “Yup ~ That’s the one ~ How do ya-think he’ll do against the new ancient English Atlantean mega-fauna Masonic-hedgehog-bowler Larwood?” ~

“He’ll do fine” said the 2nd ancient Atlantean mega-fauna Masonic kangaroo before the first ancient Atlantean mega-fauna kangaroo added there was no way any accusations of raping joey’s while still in their mommy’s pouch could ever be proven against their ancient Atlantean giant mega-fauna Masonic brother in a kangaroo court, simply because the judge was in the same lodge as he was ~

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I swear it’s true ~ I’d heard it from the giant kangaroo-rapist’s mouth myself ~

(An ancient giant mega-fauna Atlantean kangaroo cricketer named Bradman) ~

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Nah ~ No I didn’t ~ I’m just being silly ya-damn fools ~ According to the very latest scientific opinions on the ancient baby-giant Atlantean mega-fauna joey’s, they didn’t even have an anus anyway otherwise they’d always be shitting in their mom’s pouch all day, so there was no way a giant illuminated Masonic kangaroo named Bradman could have ‘EVER’ raped one ~ However, as for the rest of it, they do say that the ancient giant mega-fauna hedgehog bowler that went by the name of Larwood was indeed one hell of a prickly hedgehog ~

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LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD ~

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Once there was a naughty little girl called Little Red Riding Hood ~ Her mom gave her permission to go for a walk in the woods to grandma’s house to give Grandma a nice fresh basket of yummy goodies, only Little Red Riding Hood was really a very very naughty naughty little girl, so she went for a long walk down to Sunset Strip Boulevard then on towards the corner of Hollywood and Vine so she could sell her ass to get some money to buy drugs ~

Just then a big bad Jewish X-Rated Hollywood underage video producer wolf rolled to a stop next to her in a shiny red Ferrari sports car ~ Apart from the fact that he was wearing a wolf costume and the number plates on his Ferrari spelled the words “IATEHER” there was nothing unusual about him to warn poor Little Red Riding Hood of how much danger she was in ~ “Hello little girl” said the wolf as he eyed Little Red Riding Hood’s comely young early post pubescent 11 y\o body through the X-ray vision all Hollywood X-Rated video producer Jew wolves have from birth ~ “Would you like to come with me and earn some money and become really really famous?” he asked her ~ “Yes please” she said as she got in the car and the two traveled back to the producer’s mansion ~

The rest of her sad sad story is way too filthy and disgusting to print here where anyone of any age at all could read it, yet that’s the unofficial true story of how Linda Lovelace got her big start in X-Rated vids that day ~ As for Long John Holmes he had a similar story too, tho that one’s a whole lot kinkier yet still contains a wolf, a red Ferrari, and a Jewish X-Rated underage porn producer ~

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(Some clowns may one day claim I only got this story from the internet)

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YES PRIME-MINISTER-DCUK, SIR ~

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(Bringing you tomorrow’s news today) ~

(If it quacks like a dcuk, and it waddles) ~

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In a stunning show of bipartisan political unity in response to multiple threats of carbon based global warming climate change + a world global Pole Shift and a big slowing (Crash) of the world economy due to China refusing to relinquish control of the Chinese economy to America, as well as an ever present growing radical Muslim terror threat (sic), the Australian Parliamentary News Network website will report next week (sic) that on December 31 2019, both sides of the Australian Federal Parliament will sign a new agreement to autonomously elect one candidate from each major party for Prime Minister on Jan 1st 2020 without bothering to resort to the irksome time consuming process of elections anymore, also including an agreement reached by the power brokers of each major party that each party’s candidate should serve one month as PM in a rotating roster, literally tossing a coin in a game of ‘Two-Up’ (sic) to see who goes first ~

Taking the lead as always, the Australian Liberal Party quickly announced that it’s preferred Prime Minister in the ‘NWO’ arrangement would be well known and well loved American Hanna Barbera cartoon character ‘DAFFY DCUK’, while the conservative wing of the Australian Labour Party announced that the minor political heavyweight known as ‘DONALD DCUK’ of the less well known Disneyland franchise would be flying the dcuk flag for Labour ~

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Recently retired politician and temporarily imprisoned political commentator ex Liberal Senator Eric Abetts interviewed in gaol on ‘Late Night Live’ along with Labour minister for Wooloomooloo, ex ABC news presenter Quentin Dempster, obviously sharing a cell with Abetts, both stated in their combined professional opinions it’d take most average Australians less than 5 months to completely fcuking forget that they’d get a different cartoon-dcuk for PM every month ~

In closing, the interviewer, ABC’s Tony Jones, always looking for the human interest angle asked ex ABC colleague Quentin Dempster if he and his cell mate Abetts often shared combined professional opinions ~ Quentin responded with some candor and honesty that even tho they were surrounded by over 800 men every single day, “Prison is a very lonely place, Tony” before he began to get rather teary eyed, then looked at his cell mate Abetts with obvious affection ~

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What? ~ Whaaaaaaaat? ~ It’s tomorrow’s news today folks ~ Lighten up ~

(US Congress announced the Australian proposal contained nothing new) ~

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A WARNING ~ A STATEMENT ~ A FACT ~ A REALITY ~

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Even if you don’t like my admittedly warped sense of humor, you could easily see that this chapter contains a bunch of random jokes I’ve just written down for the hell of it mostly, as well as to allow my mind to relax and disengage from the heavier 100% factual autobiographical shit in the other chapters ~

Disingenuous fools who claim they don’t know if I’m joking or not in any of the autobiographical stuff in my childhood, or indeed my (Precise and accurate) sad recollections of exactly what happened out the front of Col Winchester’s house the night his death was faked by AFP under CIA control, a link to which I’ll try to remember to post underneath this commentary, are obviously so intellectually retarded they’re 2 brain cells short of a normal healthy cadaver’s IQ ~

This chapter has the jokes ~ The others, although occasionally written with a little deadpan droll trench humor I’d picked up while growing up in my step parent’s house and often used to keep a point of view during my years trapped within a pedophile snuff-movie occult and political blackmail cult run by CIA under the overall control of WW2 and cold war Zionist financiers are all 100% truthful, which is why I’ve called them an autobiographical account of my years growing up as a CIA child prostitute, which was what I was ~

Anyone claiming they’re confused ‘MIGHT’ be confused too ~ Or, they may just be lying thieving murdering hypocritical fakes who’ve made their deal with the devil to call a lie a truth, a truth a lie, and everything they see as in between they’ll wait to be told what they should think ~ Those who act that way are, to my mind, in grave danger of losing their souls if they haven’t already ~

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POSTSCRIPT AND\OR EPILOGUE ~

Remember one man’s zero is another man’s four ~
(A twist on an old Paul Simon song from the 70‘s) ~
(In lying-Zion, one man’s 0 is another man’s four) ~

The hypocrisy of America’s treasonous Masonic-Zionist Jews in claiming that my joke about the punk and the Goth 6 y\o’s in Chapter 11 and the one about the CIA mechanic mean this is all a joke is 2 jets in three skyscrapers short of a functional US Constitution as well as a magic-bullet short of showing respect to whoever you claim a president is supposed to be ~ Anymore of this boring non stop lying thieving murdering and sick international Zionist shtick, especially with American politics and media now making up and also repeating old news stories every fcuking day, just isn’t healthy ~ It’s always the Muslims did this and Russians did that, or it’s the Negro or whatever ~ The reality is it’s lying thieving murdering fascist Masonic Zionist Jew pigs like it always was ~

America is fast becoming the most fascist lying psycho set of turdy fruitcakes on the entire freaking planet ~ Remember, that was the secretly Zionist Masonic Jew CIA American most of you don’t know as ‘BUTCH’ whom I’d seen ass rape poor little 8 y\o “ANNA BEAUMONT” in 1967 a couple months after the Beaumont kids were abducted by Maslyn Williams, before she was coldly shot dead with his (Butch’s) silver .22 auto along with her brother and sister ~

Yes, I’d even said the Italian Zionist Jew who’d torn Jane Beaumont open so bad she was hemorrhaging to death from the vagina was indeed literally Italy’s Mussolini who’d faked his death at the hands of the partisans using the same double that often covered for him while he sometimes traveled to China for 3 months at a time in the 30‘s where he gave Mao Tse Tung his marching orders on behalf of the same financiers as financed Italy’s fascism ~ (Guess who) ~

I’d also remind you about idiots claiming Aussie PM Harold Holt defected to Red China in a Russian submarine after the Beaumont abduction by English Mason Maslyn Williams and after Australian PM Harold Holt refused to let the AFP stop investigating CIA’s involvement ~ So then ask yourselves, who’s the fcuking comedians in this autobiography? ~ Shame on you, Zion, shame ~

You’re just liars thieves and murderers like your god is, and always was ~
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ROBBY DANIEL ~ ©
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