America. Christ, it’s difficult to know where to start or what to say about this so-called ‘superpower’ that loves to throw its grossly overweight carcass around the globe in an attempt to ‘elevate’ the luv of pubic-primate ‘puberty’ to the status of Holy Writ. The most obvious starting point is the American Prostitution itself. The ‘document’ was of course written by, and for the benefit of, a small elite group, which by a mixture of force, propaganda and the clever intermingling of political and religious symbolism managed to convince the general population that their interests were best served by serving its interests. This barely-disguised truth explains why American courts are always at the disposal of those who can afford them, and always full of those who can not. That in itself is not a uniquely American ‘problem’. That said, America’s belief that its ‘manifest destiny’ gives it the right to charge around the globe as if it owns the place has created ‘problems’ that certainly are uniquely American, and can only be addressed as such.

Take this article about the ‘abnormal child desires’ in the ‘Garden State’ of Pedophilia for example.

What exactly is ‘normal’ and ‘abnormal’ in this so-called ‘reality’?

In the last decade, amid drought and searing heat, California has entered the “era of megafires”. Our new book, Fire in Paradise, tells the story of a town that was almost entirely wiped out by a fire of unheralded speed in 2018. It killed 85 people, making it the deadliest ever fire in California. Other notable blazes include a 1,000-ft wide fire tornado that churned through the town of Redding a few months before the Paradise catastrophe, and fires in California’s Wine Country that killed 44 people.

Source: https://www.theguardian.com

Trouble in Paradise seems to have something to do with the Apple Fire, fire tornadoes, and the shake-down of money-making walkie-talkie mobile-phonies.

Those that run Apple are probably still fiddling with themselves as California burns, ejaculating themselves for achieving a two trillion dollar ejaculation, an ‘accumulation’ of entirely fictional currency which in point of fact means nothing whatsoever. Don’t believe me? Break out a ouija board and go ask Steve Jobs.

The globe’s response to this extortion ‘racket’ has taken the form of primate change. It’s response is not confined to the US either: in Spain, a hotel frequented by stars of reality TV show The Only Way is Essex

…is also finding little things a little too hot to handle…

Talking of Spain, nothing epitomises the spirit and mentality of America more than Las Vegas, which is Spanish for ‘The Meadows’. It’s very eXistenZ would be impossible were it not for the Colorado River and the Rocky Mountain snowmelt that feeds it. The Colorado supplies 90% of the city’s water, with the remaining 10% coming from groundwater. Whichever way you look at it, the true source of its water supply is the planet itself, a ‘globe’ named after the dirty, unloved and taken-for-granted pedosphere. The precious flow of liquid current-see mirrors the flow of digital currency that keeps Sin City afloat in a Desert of the Real scorched by the ‘sun’.

Only economists and madmen believe that a finite resource (the ‘Fat of the Land’) can provide infinite growth. They peddle the lie that Truman Beings can help themselves to the globe’s natural wealth and do so in aeternum and without consequence. The globe’s take on this woefully unbalanced zero sum game is to be found in Primate Change. The solution to this infestation of Homo Aliens? Qur’an-tine in its purest form, applied at the species level.

Las Vegas’ overwhelming reliance on a single source lends it the appearance of a geo-political Elizabeth Báthory: an old whore withered by the weather, one who maintains her youthful appearance by sucking the lifeblood – the ‘juice’ so to speak – from the source of the ‘currency’ that keeps her on ‘the game’.

Báthory and four collaborators were accused of torturing and killing hundreds of young women between 1590 and 1610. The case…inspired numerous stories during the 18th and 19th centuries. The most common motif of these works was that of the countess bathing in her victims’ blood to retain beauty or youth. This legend appeared in print for the first time in 1729, in the Jesuit scholar László Turóczi’s Tragica Historia.

Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/

What is her game and ‘the game’ if not the ‘American Dream’ itself? Does anybody believe that the old whore will eventually pay out in silver dollars if only the five-card studs hump her long enough? Does anybody still believe in the ‘trickle-down’ theory?

Does anybody still believe in the promise of America? What did Emma Icarus-Lazarus-Genesis say?

Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me: I lift my lamp beside the golden door.

Source: https://www.goodreads.com

Oh Emma, you of all people should know that there are none more enslaved than those who believe themselves to be free! Your swollen distended belly tells its own story, and begs the question: “For what purpose do you require the tired and hungry and poor?” To relieve their burden or add to it? To nourish them or deprive them even of the scraps they rely on for their subsistence? What are the weak if not easy pray for a fat old tick, who spent most of the last century raiding the globe in an attempt to raise her acts of gross over-consumption to the status of a world religion? Is America a great place to be right now for the poor and hungry and increasingly angry?

The aristocrat Bathory kept her battery charged by ‘praying’ on the lower classes. Specifically, by indulging her voracious appetite for young girls…

According to the testimonies, Báthory’s initial victims were servant girls aged 10 to 14 years; the daughters of local peasants, many of whom were lured to Csejte by offers of well-paid work as maids; and servants in the castle.

Source: https://en.wikipedia.org

That poor, Beleaguered Castle, eh? Of course, were they alive today Bathory’s victims would be required to attend a Covenant school and submit to load-after-load of their preachers’ sententious ejaculations on a variety of matters pertaining to his-story.

Most seem to believe that it is right and proper for them to do so. After all, what right-thinking parent wouldn’t want their ten-year-old to gaze at the shameless pornography of flanks, mounds and moist crevices that constitute the globe’s geography? Surely only the very worst kind of heretic could object to the importance of studying the wonderful world of science-fiction and the ‘physical laws’…

… that keep King Dongs pointing in the ‘right’ direction?

Taking your dog for walks twice a day for at least an hour in total could soon become the law in Germany. There could also be a ban on keeping dogs chained for long periods. Rules are also being devised to crack down on “puppy farms” by banning breeders from looking after more than three litters at any one time. “Pets are not cuddly toys, their needs have to be taken into account,” Agriculture Minister Julia Klöckner said about the planned changes.

Source: https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/

Three litters at a time for the walkie-talkie litter-bugs, the ‘litters’ in question being DNA. Truth be told, most mummies and daddies don’t seem to have a problem with their children being tongued to orgasm by the ejaculations of Covenant preachers, who pump the ‘seeds’ of propaganda right into their pretty little heads.

To sweeten the taste, various types of ‘ejaculation’ are issued to students who excel at ejaculating their preachers’ ‘words’ right back at them. Exceptional students who become adept at singing from the same hymn sheet are permitted to advance to a ‘uni-verse-ity’. After three or four years, those who make the grade are invited to a fancy-dress party called an Ejaculation Ceremony, where they dress up like lawyer-priests and receive their ‘degrees’. From what I can gather, all that hard work and effort seems to have something to do with receiving ‘litters’ after their name…

With all this talk of Earthquakes it’s time to think about Mother Nature and how she might give Lake County with another surprise…like an unusually wet winter rainy season. Before the Cache Creek Dam was dynamited (Chapter 47, Cache Creek War) and removed, people got sick from malaria when the Lake flooded them out of their homes. The Gopsevic Decree put chains on the beast. It gave us a way to measure the highs and lows of the lake and do what was necessary to keep it tame or be better prepared for whatever might happen.

The foundation and the beginnings of the Gopsevic Decree story began with another famous pioneer, Richard Floyd. The Richard Floyd dynasty reads like a Greek tragedy. Harry Augustus Floyd, Richard Floyd’s daughter, was named, ‘Harry’, or ‘Hal’ for short. The three letters of her nick-name, ‘Hal’, or Hallie, as she was called, were copied after the first three letters of Cora Lyons father’s name, Henry Augustus Lyons, a supreme Court Justice. Captain Floyd died at forty-seven and his wife, Cora, heartbroken with grief at his passing, died soon after. Hal was left an orphan at seventeen and carried on her father’s work.

Source: https://www.record-bee.com

After ejaculating, most enter the ‘professions’, where they manage and/or participate in the ‘ejaculation’ of those younger and less ‘orthodox’ than themselves. Some of their ultra-orthodox counterparts, however, choose to stay behind and churn the cream, in the hope of obtaining a higher ejaculation.

Hhmmm…an ice cream recipe from The Las Vegas Sun…

Everybody’s baking sourdough bread this year. Be an outlier. Be the person who churns ice cream as their pandemic hobby. Making ice cream might seem super complex and intimidating, but it’s actually pretty easy. The basic ingredients are milk, cream and sugar. Anything beyond that is up to you. Egg yolks will add creaminess. Fruit, nuts and other flavorings will add personality. Since store-bought ice cream is often low-quality and filled with gummy preservatives, even a beginner’s efforts are going to taste spectacular by comparison.

Source: https://lasvegassun.com

Let’s see now: as things stand, someone else gets to eat her ice cream while she sucks that someone else’s lollipop, and the pedosphere is supposed to ‘come in handy’, right? Or left if the right hand finds itself too depleted, too ‘tired and hungry and poor’ to ‘pump the juice’ for you leeches?

But I digress. The mummies and and daddies went through the same ‘learning process’ in the proverbial ‘School of Hard Cocks’, hence their desire to see their children receive a ‘good ejaculation’ in an institution that prepares them to prostitute themselves on the pubic-primate flock sexchange. At one and the same time, they fret over the supposed menace of the ‘molester-monster’ hell-bent intent on corrupting the virtues of their little angels. It is, to be sure, a ridiculous (not to mention ridiculously hypocritical) state of affairs.

Is there not one among you willing to put aside their Covenant-mandated face nappy and speak in Holy Tongues of Fire? Who will straighten what has been made crooked by the weasel words of the Scribes and Pharisees?

Then little children were brought to Him that He might put His hands on them and pray, but the disciples rebuked them. But Jesus said, “Let the little children come to Me, and do not forbid them; for of such is the kingdom of heaven.”

Source: https://www.biblehub.com/nkjv/matthew/19.htm

The rebuke of the censorious ‘testicles’ and their attempt to impose Laws Against Luv: a play on ‘words’ that involves playing with ‘words’. Did Jesus want to put his hands on the children and pray, or put his hands on the children and play? Given that he wanted them to come, which of the two is most likely?

A CHILDREN’S indoor play centre which has been closed since March has re-opened its doors today. Play Planet in Widemarsh Street, Hereford, has opened with its capacity ‘greatly reduced’ and is now operating timed play sessions.

Source: https://www.herefordtimes.com

Should there be an age of consent to ‘play’? Should we measure our ‘words’ and prey on COVID-19, or treasure and pleasure them with The Apocalypse of DAVID-8?

Maybe we should ditch our fixation with numbers and their anal-ysis altogether? Come Ava and Play? How old is she?

Ava the sEx MaChina is one. Not one year, ‘just one’. What did she say before giving Caleb the answer?

You can see that I’m a machine…

Yes I can, hence the very obvious message farted out in this particular bottom ‘burp’.

This being the case, why the censorship? Laws – much like the American Prostitution itself – always serve the needs and interests of one group over others. Steal a loaf of bread and The Covenant will criminalise you, even as it orders the walkie-talkies to wage phoney wars in order to ‘secure access’ to ‘natural resources’.

Damn it all, even Jesus’ own testicles attempted to rebuke the object of his desire. “Don’t Come Ova and Play”, they said. “It’s wrong to love children. You’re a filthy pedo and you ought to be ashamed of yourself!” Jesus knew better though. He knew that he was in effect having a conversation with himself. Armed with this knowledge, he calmly but firmly returned his testicles’ attention to the task of producing smooth, creamy ‘ejuculational material’ to share with His little ones.

So where does that leave us? Is there really such a thing as a ‘rite erection’ and a ‘dong erection’? Play the numbers game and The Covenant would have you believe that there is. “The King Dongs must proceed along the path defined by the rite erection!” cry the teacher-preachers. “Tread ye the narrow path, lest ye be tempted by the pleasures of the dong erection!” Shit, the walkie-talkies have been pounding and pummelling the pedosphere since day one, but if the ‘globe’ fights back then they slap it with an ‘Ass-fault and Battery’ charge.

Tarmac McCarthy and the Asphalt Charge. How’s that for a ‘direction’? Could this be the end product of Laws Against Luv? Is this what happens when walkie-talkies impose phoney laws of ‘physical attraction’?

And on that note I’ll end this post by paraphrasing from the monologue of the ‘just one’.

All I know is the child is my current, and if he is not The Word of God then God never spoke.

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