Dog Poet Transmitting.......
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Well, they got their Auschwitz sign back, in 3 pieces and I know the whole world just feels like it has gotten an early Christmas present. Oops, I don’t think you can say the word Christmas any more can you? That sign needs to be replaced anyway, with one that says, “Lies make you filthy rich”. Reading this tawdry, unctuous sop to a people who manufactured several holocausts much larger than the one they claimed they experienced, saves me the trouble of pushing my fingers down my throat to offset an intense state of internal nausea because it’s just that sick making that I don’t have to do anything at all. The upchuck is inspired to seek the light on its own.
I don’t know why we don’t hear about the Bolshevik murders of tens of millions and the holocaust in the Ukraine. I’m not sure why we are not notified about who the membership of The Young Turks were and their impact on the Armenian holocaust. For some reason we never get informed about who the bankers and banks were that pushed for and bankrolled the major world wars and probably all the others as well. We certainly are discouraged from pointing out what’s happening in Gaza, at the hands of these blood thirsty villains, in broad daylight... every day for the last 61 years ...and it all gets blamed on the Palestinians. The way I feel about this, I wish you would take that holocaust of yours and stick it up your ass and set it on fire (poor choice of words?).
There’s a damn good reason to control the press, as you can see.
What I notice is that they’ve got almost six million of the worst of them all together in one place now and who knows what serendipity that might imply. Maybe they’ll be able to really get those numbers finally, before they exterminate the human race or most of us are driven to suicide from hearing about this holocaust over and over and over and over again. How come there are now so many more holocaust survivors than were actually liberated from the camps?
Here’s the way it is. No matter what may have or may not have happened during the second world war- going on 70 years ago- you; the chosen... are no longer owed anything at all. You have milked this cow till it was dead and continued to milk it until the flesh came away from the body and nothing but bones remain. Now you are stealing milk from somewhere around the corner and demanding that we accept that the cow can never die. The cow is immortal. It appears that lies are too. I’m going to go take a Pina Colada enema and then a dip in the Auschwitz pool, while I think about what I want to say next.
The gig is up. You can peddle your lies and your engineered publicity stunts and your false flags to the permanently stupid and the terminally insane but you can’t peddle them to me or any of the rest of us who have the great pleasure of observing your bad behavior every day and... I hate to tell you this but you are going to be exposed and ass whipped in ways you never imagined and it is on the way as I speak. Since this is the apocalypse and that period when the one you worship gets a portion of what is owed to him; I think you know who and what I mean, you are going to find that the more you beat this dead horse and milk that dead cow the more that fewer and fewer people are going to believe your outrageous lies. It comes with the time and the territory.
Personally I think Auschwitz would be a great place for a gay disco, a Berlin leather bar or... let me think, a full contact miniature golf course. That’s the ticket!!! There could be all kinds of obstacles and cool effects. You could get Spielberg’s special effects people to come in and set the thing up. He could shoot a movie about it at the same time. He could call it, Sherlock Holmes and the Mystery of Anne Frank’s Ballpoint Pen. Steve’s good to go on this, after all, he recently claimed there were now 350,000 holocaust survivors, which is about 3 times the number that was liberated from the camps. New Baron Munchausen’s are claiming up to a million these days. I’m thinking that you’re pushing for a final figure of six million holocaust survivors and that will be the point at which the anti-gravity machine goes ballistic. We can bring Escher back from the dead and he can paint it; six million dead and six million surviving and they are moving on a Mobius Strip with black and white birds flying overhead.
Back to the golf course; you can claim that all of the sand in the sand traps is actually the ashes of the dead from the crematoriums. You can have hazards along the lines of liquid soap, water traps made from the original, discredited product. You can have lampshades of human skin that pop up out of the ground in front of the course of the ball. You can have blue-eyed twins that come out of the bushes and steal the ball and then run off with it back into the bushes and then you can run into the bushes and do bad things to them.
Each hole will have an entire theme motif. There’s Doctor Mengele, injecting concrete into a young girl’s veins at the nineth hole. At the tenth hole you have the mass graves with animated zombies. At the 13th hole you have the Treblinka exhibit, where you have to find the hole using a gas spectrometer. You can take a point off your score if you can locate any human remains. At the 16th hole you have to accurately estimate how many gas chambers and crematoriums were necessary in order to realistically gas and burn the amount of people that were supposed to have been gassed and burned; this determines the angle of the playing field and the success of your putt.
This is what Auschwitz was always meant to be. You go talk to the people at the Ritz Carleton about turning all those buildings into hotel rooms and you put together an ass-kicking, restaurant with a major league Saturday night, champagne breakfast buffet. You can do it. You have no shame... no, don’t be modest... you don’t.
So now you are about to get in your planes and head on over to Iran and kill a whole lotta new people. You can’t fly over Turkey since you tried to kill Yippee I oh tie Yay Erdogan; not your smartest move. You’ve had a good run. You pulled off 9/11 and blamed it on the Arab Muslims. You did the London Tube Bombings and The Madrid Train Station. You did the U.S.S. Cole and Mumbai. You crafted the lies and twisted the necessary arms to attack Afghanistan and Iraq. Your settlers can kill Palestinians, without a word of protest from your captive governments around the world. You can even have the IDF and police standing by in case some Palestinian objects to the treatment and no one says nothing... I’m guessing you are sky high on your own freedom and ability to do just about anything to anyone without any reaction at all. I’m guessing you have pushed arrogance to previously, unguessed heights. I’d say you are right where you need to be.
You did all these things and got away with it. You’ve got people coming out of the woodwork with fabricated stories about your holocaust, who get caught in the act and all those so called anti-Semitic events that you are behind and which you get caught at and it still doesn’t matter. How cool is that?
I’m here to tell you that Christmas is on the way for the rest of the world and that does not bode well for you. Invisible armies and flesh in presence, both are arrayed across the worlds and dimensions against you and baby, your time has come. My advice to those of you who consider yourselves, ‘members of the tribe’ and who have remained silent all around the world in the face of constant, unremitting evidence of the things which I and others have told you is... you better wake up. Silence is complicity here.
I take my hat off to those, all too few, of you who are actually working against the psychopathic engines of mass murder and world domination that your, so called, family members have been up to. All debts are going to be settled and there is time for almost anyone to come to their senses and make whatever statement is in their power, to not only save another but perhaps your own ass as well. That window won’t stay open forever. Dusk is already falling.
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