Tea Party Tax Day Terror?

Given that it is tax day and that the attack took place in tea-town Boston on Patriots' Day, we must suppose the Marathon bomber is of domestic origin, an anglo-saxon *patriot* protesting any of a number of the sins of the colored socialist Obama.

UPDATE: 9:30 pm: CBS News senior correspondent John Miller reports that a Saudi national is being questioned by authorities. He was seen "acting suspiciously" running from the explosion, and a civilian chased him down and tackled him. He was turned over to Boston police and is being questioned by the FBI. He is being cooperative and denies any involvement.  "This could mean a lot, or this could mean very little," Miller said. "It's too soon to call him a suspect."

Ha ha ha. . .how predictable, that a sand nigger is suspected!  Even funnier is that running from an explosion is considered *acting suspiciously!*  This poor sand nigger had nothing to do with the attack. . .given the timing of the blasts, the bombs had to be detonated by remote, so why would the bomber be running around at the scene?  Whoever set off the bombs would have done so far from harm's way. . .no, this poor sand nigger just happened to cross paths with some drunken Southie redneck, and now he'll have to spend hours and hours telling an assortment of cops, Feds and Homeland Security types how much he loves AmerICKa. . .and years from now, this *suspicious* towel head will be the John Doe #2 of Boston, the *Middle Eastern connection* right wing whites will use to prove that the bomber produced by the government, a white *patriot,* was really just a patsy for nasty muslim darkies.  

Did Sandy Hook Really Happen?

 The internet is littered with iPamphlets questioning the *reality* of Sandy Hook.

[Sandy Hook: On December 14, 2012, Adam Lanza, age 20, fatally shot twenty children and six adult staff members and wounded two at Sandy Hook Elementary School in the village of Sandy Hook in the town of Newtown, CT.  Before driving to the school, Lanza had shot and killed his mother, Nancy Lanza, at their Newtown home.  After killing students and staff members, Lanza shot himself in the head as first responders arrived.]

I was amazed how quickly the Sandy Hook conspiracies were birthed.  Literally within hours after the first reports of the school shooting, crude videos appeared on youtube questioning the *official story,* even though there had as not yet been issued an *official story.*  Most of these early conspiracy theories dealt with the *second shooter,* a man wearing camouflage pants and a black jacket who was shown, via helicopter news footage, being arrested in the woods behind the school.  But even though the identity of this man has never been revealed, nor how law enforcement *authorities* eventually disposed of him, the conspiracy theorists quickly lost interest in the *second shooter* (their one piece of *hard evidence*), and moved on to more *metaphysical* speculations, to the point that now even the *reality* of the shooting itself is in question.

How far we have *progressed* since *9/11!*  It took years for the Twin Towers conspiracy to move from the farthest fringe into the kind of mainstream internet kOOkery Sandy Hook has inhabited since Day One.  This may be because the theory for the Sandy Hook conspiracy is easier for the average AmerICKan slob to wrap his dumb head around:

Obama ordered the killings of the elementary school children to provoke support for his fascist plan to take away our guns.

Compare this to the theory behind the *9/11* conspiracy: 

BushCo allowed 3000 AmerICKans to be killed to provoke support for an endless series of neocon wars.

The *9/11* conspiracy theory will never really take hold because it is senseless to most of the AmerICKan populace.  After Bush I's first Gulf war and Clinton's Serbia war, AmerICKans were already conditioned for *military adventure*. . .they needed no *false flag* operation to get onboard the Good Ship Perpetual War. AmerICKans already loved killing the others long before *9/11,* and thus to suggest BushCo staged *9/11* to gain support for something the sheeple already approved appeared (rightly) illogical.  *9/11* will never come close to gaining even the kind of small acceptance the Sandy Hook conspiracy had attained by the end of Day One.

The Sandy Hook conspiracy theorizes the AmerICKan is the ultimate *target.*  The government is coming after AmerICKans.  The *9/11* conspiracy theorizes the others are the ultimate target.   *9/11?*  Who cares if the government wants to kill some sand niggers so zionists can sleep *peacefully?*  BushCo didn't have to knock over the Twin Office Buildings to convince AmerICKans of the necessity of sand niggericide.  That was already the AmerICKan mindset.  But Sandy Hook?  Obama wants our guns.  AmerICKans care about that (as stupid as that is.  Given their immaturity, dim-wittedness and narcotization, AmerICKans are the last people who should be allowed guns).  A fair number of AmerICKans are gun faggots, and fervently believe Second Amendment hocus-pocus.  Fear and paranoia are staples of human nature, and it doesn't take much prodding to rouse them: a couple early conflicting news accounts, Obama grandstanding with fake tears, and voila!, Sandy Hook was a government operation leading to gun control.

What interests me most, however, is that Sandy Hook has moved beyond conspiracy.  *Reality* is now questioned:

Professor Claims Sandy Hook Shooting Didn't Happen

The Sandy Hook Shooting Fully Exposed

Has Adam Lanza Even Been Alive The Last Three Years

I wonder now if anything can ever *really happen* again?

In this age where most Westerners and a fair numbered of coloreds exist mostly on the internet, can anything in the *physical world* ever be self-evident, again?   

Most Westerners and a fair number of coloreds are hooked the majority of their waking existence to some sort of electronic Media device, and participate in life most actively through something called *social media.*  This means the reality of the physical world is now instantly translated into internet applications.  The reality of the physical world is thus instantly degraded into an electronic *update* or *status* or *tweet* or *instagram* and is then further degraded by the moronic feedback (*comments*) posted by the great unwashed electronic masses.  The result is a kind of Jesus Seminar for the Real World.

The Jesus Seminar were a group of 150 *scholarly* anti-Christs, 2000 years removed from the physical reality of the Lord, who nonetheless confidently and arrogantly tweeted their uninformed theories questioning the reality of the New Testament's eyewitness accounts of the life of our Lord and Savior.  

Today we live in a world where everyone is a *Jesus Seminarian.*  Everyone is a *scholar.*  Everyone exists on the internet, and can now question the reality of the physical world.  It is the internet we all now share.  The physical world, the world of time and space, in which we dwell less and less, has now become the *virtual reality.*  The more we live in the internet, where everything appears the same to everyone, the more the physical world, which we share with only a few, becomes more and more strange. . .more and more *unreal.*  When something extra-ordinary happens in the physical world, we rush to the internet and try to make sense of *life* by rendering it in 140 text characters or less.  And then we wait to see what our electronic friends have to make of it. . .

Thus, in the brave new world of the internet, it becomes inconceivable that six Sandy Hook Elementary School children seeking safety after their teacher was shot could have stumbled onto the driveway of Gene Rosen, who becomes an accidental caretaker/hero.  Inconceivable because Rosen wept too much on television.  He *acted* out his grief a few times during interviews, which were then tubed infinitely on the internet, thereby draining the last drops of authenticity.  Replayed over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again in the cybershphere, Rosen is (over)exposed as a fraud, an incompetent actor hired by the government to advance its gun control agenda.  A hero in the ever decreasing and dubious physical world, Rosen becomes an outcast on the internet:

Sandy Hook Hero Who Sheltered Six Children Now Faces Constant Harassment From Conspiracy Theorists Who Claim He Is A Fraud

So, no, Sandy Hook never really happened. . .

We now live in an Age when nothing can attain the status of myth.  The *Holocaust* can never happen again, because it would be instantly and endlessly revised.

And so, no, nothing can ever really happen again. . .

It's A God Damned Shame

Washington Post, 13 November 2012: The FBI probe into the sex scandal that prompted CIA Director David Petraeus to resign has expanded to ensnare Gen. John R. Allen, the commander of U.S. and NATO troops in Afghanistan, the Pentagon announced early Tuesday.  According to a senior U.S. defense official, the FBI has uncovered between 20,000 and 30,000 pages of documents — most of them e-mails — that contain “potentially inappropriate” communication between Allen and Jill Kelley, the 37-year-old Tampa woman whose report of harassment by a person who turned out to be Petraeus’s mistress ultimately led to Petraeus's downfall.

Ha ha ha. . .another *hero,* another of AmerICKa's Warrior Priests, another of those who are never questioned, never criticized, never judged, a commander of troops whom we must always support, is shown to be just another swinging dick.  

This General apparently never actually fucked his Temple Prostitute.  I guess he just played pocket pool while he banged out flirty email after flirty email to his Florida milf.

20000 - 30000 pages!!!

And you wonder why the war in Afghanistan has dragged on for nearly a dozen years?

Apparently the Command Staff isn't quite as dedicated as the Media Wing of AmerICKa's Military Media Complex would have the civilian sheeple believe.  

20000 - 30000 pages!!!

One can only conclude General Allen spent a little too much time chasing tail instead of chasing the Taliban. . .

AmerICKans idolize their military, they revere their Generals, hold them in childish awe. . .they are considered *Suffering Servants,* the best and the  brightest, who have made the *ultimate sacrifice* for their country.  In reality, they are bored bureaucrats, killing the tedious hours at work by sexting.  In short, instead of being a cut above, they are cut from the same cheap cloth as you and me and the nose-picker who runs the corner convenience store.  Regular slobs, not particularly dedicated to anything but hoping for a hot piece of ass every now and then to make the dull days a little more tolerable.

There is really nothing noteworthy in the General Allen story. . .just another midlife crisis. . .and a rather timid little one, at that.

But it's worth commenting on for the shame it sheds on AmerICKa. . .for it is a God damned shame these 4 star paper shufflers are only made to squirm over some penny ante adulteries.  How much blood these 4 star bean counters have on their hands!  And for that they are made deities.  In AmerICKa the unpardonable sin is blasphemy against the military.  The troops must be supported, that is the first and greatest commandment.  The Generals kill thousands, the Generals cripple and blind thousands of children, regularly based on bogus or flimsy *intelligence,* for there's not enough time to properly investigate military targets because the General is bored and wants to sext a Florida milf.  Blood is spilled casually and thoughtlessly, and for this the Generals are worshipped by a grateful nation.  

It ought to be an ashamed nation.  We ought to be ashamed by our military.  Especially for a nation in which so many claim it Christian.  Years of senseless wars featuring the mendaciously labeled *collateral damage* provoke only adoration from a *grateful nation.*  Sick.

Petraeus and Allen are feted for Satanic violence by the grateful nation. . .they chase skirt and a few of the hardcore Pharisees in the AmerICKan Sanhedrin make them confess their most piddling sin. 

AmerICKa is a nation of the blind, straining gnats, swallowing camels.  AmerICKa the beautiful, the sheeple boast, but within full of dead men's bones and all uncleanness.  The meaningless investigations into these irrelevant scandals are meant to make the military outwardly righteous, while within it remains full of hypocrisy and iniquity.

It's a God damned shame. . .

The Twin Turds

Ha ha ha. . .look at all the shit-eaters of AmerICKa, feasting on the twin turds of Benghazi and Petraeus.

"There's something more than meets the eye," the shit-eaters say as they examine the crap they are about to swallow. . .

While licking the feces from their fingers, they spout cant and bombast about *conspiracy* or a *cover-up*. . .

But what possible conspiracy or cover-up could there be?  

Obama is trying to hide something, and Petraeus knew about it.

That's about the gist of it. . .really.  A vague hope in the rubble of the embassy in Libya and in the rubble of the General's personal life there can be found something to tar our tar-baby President's second term.

This thin reasoning is expressed, for example, in the dramatic-but-empty *tweet* of Laura Ingraham:

COINCIDENCE?!  Petraeus is set to testify NEXT week at a closed door session on Capitol Hill abt Benghazi.  Did BHO push him out?  This stinks!

The only thing pretty talking air head Ingraham got right is that it stinks.  But it stinks not because of some vaporous conspiracy, but because Benghazi and Petraeus naturally stink. . .they are the natural waste products of the AmerICKan Beast System.

Benghazi is the shit that naturally results from AmerICKa's deranged War Machine, and Petraeus is the shit that results whenever some phony AmerICKan hero is exposed for the regular swinging dick he is.  

Of the two, Petraeus is the more foul-smelling, for he embodies the idol worship of the War Machine.  Petraeus is a white Colin Powell, mediocre at everything except self-promotion (how proper that he is undone from fucking the cunt propagandist who authored his lie-ography. . .which is about as close as you can come to fucking yourself).

How many millions of dumb AmerICKans believe this nerd is a hero!

He leaves ruin in his wake. . .which, if one were a secular AmerICKan would be fine, if AmerICKa could only just profit from the ruin. . .but the ruin has bankrupted the AmerICKan economy.  Yet the AmerICKan infatuation with Military, with Violence (which are, of course, both anti-Christ) is so complete, all sins of the bumbling Warrior Priests are excused and forgiven, as shown in this pathetic, groveling apology for General Petraeus:

Petraeus Resignation May Have Been A Bit Too Perfectly Timed

which concludes with this amazingly blind and nauseating stool sample of hero worship:

One thing is for sure, there doesn't seem to be a single person, other than Petraeus's wife and possibly Broadwell's husband, who holds this against him. Despite this ungraceful exit, General Petraeus is still going down in history as an American hero and one of the greatest generals in our nation's history. He completely rewrote the book on how our country runs wars and is one of the few people who truly changed the world.  

Ha ha ha. . .look at all the shit-eaters of AmerICKa!!

For one last laugh, go here and read all the numerous glowing reviews shat out by various *luminaries* from Television, Literature and Academia for Temple Prostitute Paula Broadwell's Petraeus lie-ography.

They Loved The Praise Of Men More Than The Praise Of God

Now that Mitt Romney has lost, will Billy Graham rush to put Mormonism back on his web site's list of cults, hoping the Lord Jesus Christ was napping in October?

Ha ha ha. . .

The *Protestant Pope* prayed for Romney a couple weeks ago, but apparently his prayer got lost somewhere between here and the Throne of God. . .

That's the only thing that interested me in this election, how that old counterfeit Billy Graham had to butt in and act like he was some kind of Samuel, anointing a king.  What a pompous ass!

Hey, Graham, nobody in Heaven gives a shit about all them pictures of you butt-sniffing all them presidents. . .

No man that warreth entangleth himself with the affairs of this life; that he may please him who hath chosen him to be a soldier.

This And That

Obama - Romney:

I used to enjoy the theatre of the AmerICKan presidential election. The differences between the democrats and the republicans are like the differences between Tide and Cheer. But still, with all the Marketing Dollars enchantments, we become convinced one brand is superior. We will look down our noses at those who favor the other brand. . .

The presidential ritual was an amusing community theatre. . .for one day, we all got to pretend we were important, walking around with our *I Voted* stickers. It was re-enactment. As faggots go to Renaissance Festivals for re-enactments of courtly dances, we entered the cheap cardboard polling booths for a re-enactment of democracy. . .

Theatre is diversion. . .but Obama - Romney does not divert me. With the economy now wholly and openly at the service of Usurers, and Perpetual War now accepted as Pure AmeriCKan Dogma, I find it impossible to suspend disbelief to the degree required to allow one to sit through the stage show *campaign.*

This is AmerICKa's first Post-Mortem election, in which we vote not for a figurehead, but a funerary mask. . .

The Priests of Baal:
This has been AmerICKa's summer of naked, flesh-eating madmen. . .a sign of the times? Unquestionably. Sometimes those of us who want to be Christian suffer from tunnel vision, seeing only the sad state of so-called *Christendom,* which is daily abused by false prophets (zionists, hucksters and self-hating faggots). But this summer we see the other side has fallen on hard times, too. Look at the sorry state of the cannibals (Priests of Baal), wandering naked through skid rows, devouring the faces of the garbage people. The Decline is all-encompassing. . .

Big Love:
I finished watching the five seasons of *Big Love,* the HBO series about a Utah fundamentalist polygamist Mormon family. I expected the series to be an oddball dramedy, a circus sideshow from the surreal world of Four Corners AmerICKa, where mainstream Mormonism (a kOOk's cult everywhere else) seems positively Anglican. While the series had its David Lynch-like moments, particularly the Green family subplot, featuring the bizarre gender-bender Selma, it continually surprised me with its sympathetic and convincing portrayal of the struggle to stay in faith while pilgrimaging through the world. Indeed, the tag line for *Big Love,* the story of Bill Henrickson and his attempt to shepherd his polygamist family through the AmerICKan wilderness, could very easily be taken from Proverbs 21: Every way of a man is right in his own eyes, but the Lord pondereth the hearts. Christians watching *Big Love* ought to take pause, for shouldn't The Way seem as strange in the eyes of the world as fundamentalist Mormonism? But Christianity isn't even noticed, it's become part of the fabric of the world. Christians gape in wonder, just like infidels, at Mormons and Muslims and any other *extreme* believers, bewildered anyone would adhere to a faith that conflicts with the world. Anyway, *Big Love* had a sterling cast, including great supporting roles for offbeat Hollywood legends Harry Dean Stanton and Bruce Dern. *Big Love's* real acting eye-opener, however, was Miss Chloë Sevigny. I'd always thought of the *Kids,* *Boys Don't Cry* and *The Brown Bunny* girl as a Traci Lords-lite. . .but she steals the show episode-after-episode as the damaged, conniving ice queen Nicki Grant, charmingly eliciting both *Big Love's* most humorous and heartbreaking moments.

Scientology's Two Biggest Faggots:
Speaking of kOOk religions, Scientology's two biggest faggots, Tom Cruise and John Travolta, have been in the news, lately. Why don't these two queers do Scientology a favor, and bring L. Ron Hubbard's prank into the 21st century by marrying each other?

A Prophet:
I noticed this article a couple weeks ago:

Population Fatness Is A Major World Threat

Fifteen years ago, in a little magazine titled The J M** T****, a certain social scientist prophesied exactly this. I wish I still had my copy. Anybody got one laying around? If so, scan it and send it to me, and I'll post it here. . .

The Descendants

Every now and then I watch a *critically acclaimed* AmerICKan film to see if Hollywood’s thirty year decline into stupidity has been reversed.  Based on the Academy Award nominated The Descendants, the Tinsel Town slide into imbecility continues.  This confused dramedy tells the pseudo-poignant story of Matt King, a soon-to-be fabulously wealthy Hawaiian landowner whose life is turned upside down after his wife suffers a tragic accident which leaves her in a vegetative state (how many mediocre Hollywood scripts of the last twenty years are dependent upon the tragic accident gimmick?).  King is saddled with two bratty daughters whom he must somehow learn to parent in the absence of his wife (not that her absence could matter that much, anyway, considering how obnoxious the daughters already are).  King is played by movie star George Clooney, who tries hard to look perplexed and overwhelmed--for this he was nominated for Best Actor.  OK.  Anyway, in another stale Hollywood plot twist, Clooney’s King learns his comatose wife has been unfaithful (not while she was comatose, no, she was committing infidelities before her tragic accident. . .but having a comatose wife carrying on an affair would have been a refreshing plot twist), and thus instead of feeling guilty for neglecting his marriage and his family, as he had felt when his wife was just a vegetable, and not a slut vegetable, he now feels victimized.  Clooney’s King soon learns there’s no hope for his brain dead whore, and the plug will have to be pulled.  The movie wanders on, with Clooney’s King having to tell family and friends the sad news, while he also searches for the man who was fucking his wife.  Inexplicably, if this were the real world, but for forced comedic purposes in the celluloid world, Clooney’s King is accompanied on both missions by his bratty daughters and the oldest bratty daughter’s moronic boyfriend.  Lots of inappropriate behavior ensues. The Descendants is a bizarre mix of tear-jerker sentimentality and Apatow-esque rude.  I never could quite figure out the point of this thing, other than to refute the old maxim: a slice off a cut loaf is never missed.  Adding to the film’s woes are the wooden acting of Clooney’s supporting cast, beginning with the girl who plays the oldest bratty daughter, a mannequin named Shailene Woodley.  Woodley is blandly attractive--she looks as if she could have been a swimsuit model from Target’s Memorial Day circular, but she lacks personality and delivers her admittedly awful lines as if she were the one in a coma.  Even worse is a fellow named Nick Krause, who plays the bratty daughter’s simpleton boyfriend.  His character is so dumb, ill-mannered and rude, he’d even be shunned at Ridgemont High. One supposes the lame script intends for this character to be some sort of lovable dimwit, but Krause plays him with all the subtlety of a claw hammer.  The only thing more baffling than the point of this horribly off-key soap opera is what the fawning critics saw in this misfiring mess.